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 

    ... the table they were sitting at. “Hey Dare!” she said with a wave and a smile before noticing who he was sitting with. Her hand dropped immediately. “Markus” she noted, her face turning stony before she strutted off.

Markus and Shireen had interacted many times before. “Clashed” was probably the better word to describe it. They were both type-A personalities which created an instant friction despite Markus' obvious attempts to get in her good graces.

“Hey, Shireen! Lookin good baby!” Markus called after her. “Damn, Shireen is lookin fine! She seein anyone right now?”

“She's got a new boyfriend every month. I wouldn't go there, man.”

“Haha... I bet she does. Well, I do love a challenge.”

“You say

'go with the flow'

like you're all about this kinky shit. You saying you're into female domination stuff?”

“Me? Nah man, not my thing. I had one girlfriend, Amber, who wanted to go there, but...”

“Then how you gonna tell me to

'go with the flow'

?!?”

“Because, Heather is obviously

the one

for you. Amber wasn't the one.”

“Sounds like some bullshit to me. Sounds like you talkin the talk, but not walkin the walk.”

“Hey, bullshit is you complaining about having kinky sex. Now that's

bullshit

!”

“Whatever man, you don't even know.”

“You're right. I don't know, and that's why I'm gonna order shots and you're gonna tell me more.”

Markus raised his hand, ready to flag down their server.

“Oh, we're gonna drink like the old days, ...
    ... huh?”

“That's right, and you're goin under the table.”

“We'll see about that.”

* * * * *

“Oh god... the hell did you boys get up to?” Heather queried as she closed in on their table after an hour of darts and pool.

“Just a little contest” Markus answered. He was still relatively sober despite the small collection of empty bottles and shot glasses on the table. Darius was less sober, his head not quite laying on the table, but propped up on his right arm.

“I won” he announced with a silly smile. He raised his wobbly left arm in the air. His fist proudly proclaimed victory before it fell back to his side.

“Yeah, I let you win so you'd spill the beans.”

“Whateva man, I'm the champ! THE CHAM-PEEN!” Darius laughed at his non-joke and Heather rolled her eyes.

“He divulged some secrets” Markus informed her with a wink. “But don't worry, they're safe with me.”

Heather put her hands on her hips and looked down at her tipsy boyfriend. “Since you've decided to make a fool of yourself, we might as well take advantage of this. It's time to get your tattoo.”

“Tattoo?” he asked in a semi-haze.

“Yes, the tattoo we've talked about three times. The one you agreed to. Since you're already in your happy place, we should do it now.”

“Haha, alright baby... whateva you say!” Darius looked like he was ready for a nap.

“Will they really ink him like this?” Markus asked, pointing to his stupefied friend.

“They're not picky at the shop around the corner and ...
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