1. Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 2 - Total Commitment


    Date: 5/24/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Authoritarian, BDSM Black, Body modification, Bondage and restriction Consensual Sex Cum Swallowing Discipline, Domination/submission Female Domination, Hardcore Humiliation Interracial, Job/Place-of-work Pegging, Plumper, Reluctance Spanking, Toys, Transvestite, Author: [James Bondage], Source: sexstories.com 

    ... look conveying the depth of his conviction on this matter.

She looked back up at him with a smirk on her face. “Fine. I suppose you're right... I'm not being fair.” Heather turned and hung the dress back up in the closet. Conciliation was written across her face as she walked to Darius, her boot heels clacking on the floor until she was right in front of him. Her green eyes shimmered as she spoke.

“I'm sorry, Pookie. I got a little carried away because I'm having so much fun. I don't want to spoil this. I've never been happier with our love life. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you, baby.”

Her forlorn expressed faded into a grin and she leaned down slightly. They entered a long, deep kiss as they embraced and her perfume wafted over Darius. Heather probed his mouth aggressively, her tongue spearing into him as they sucked on each other lips. She reached below and gave his ass a firm squeeze.

After a long minute, she broke the kiss. She smiled at him seductively before raising a hand and tapping him on the chest. “At least change into some fresh clothes. Then we can go.”

“Alright, baby. That I can do.”

Heather slid around him and delivered a firm smack to his butt as she headed for the door.

*WHAP*

“And when we get back, your ass is mine!”

Darius chuckled as he pulled off his shirt and made his way to the closet.

“Yes, dear.”

* * * * *

It was a busy Friday night at Dango's Dugout, a favorite haunt of Darius' with great pub food and lots ...
    ... of big screen TVs. He wasn't there to watch sports tonight, but to catch up with his best friend. After a solid meal, he and Markus sat in a quiet corner booth sipping their beers while Heather was off chatting with her girlfriends and playing bar games.

Markus had been Darius' friend since high school and he'd always been what you might call a 'cool cat.' His success with the ladies had been legendary in their youth. He looked like a beat poet in his flat cap and aviator shades.

The shades were off for now, sitting on the table beside his beer, but Markus oozed style from the rest of his ensemble as well. He wore a light burgundy jacket around his white and blue striped button-down shirt. The top few buttons were left undone to show off a little skin and the rest trailed down to his stylish leather belt, light green trousers and shiny brown Oxfords. Darius was dressed more simply in a white and green baseball shirt, cargo pants and sneakers.

The place was jumping, but it wasn't so loud they couldn't hear each other. They'd picked the perfect out-of-the-way table to converse and catch up.

“Man, you ever feel like the whole world is going stark raving mad?”

“All the time my brotha” Markus replied before taking a swig of his brew. “War, poverty, disease, economic stagnation, politicians not doing shit about any of it. Feels like nothin ever gets better.”

“I don't mean the big picture stuff. I'm talkin about, like... people.”

“People? What you mean?”

“You ...
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