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 

    ... gotten that drunk? Had he agreed to this? They'd talked about a tattoo before and he'd tentatively agreed to one, but she'd never specified the design. Heather said it would be something personal to reinforce their new relationship. He thought maybe that meant a collar design on his bicep or ankle. Nothing this elaborate.

He turned off the light and slogged back to the living room where he found Heather wrapping up her workout.

“You hungry? I'll make you some breakfast” she said between panted breaths. “Scrambled eggs and hash browns! Your favorite!”

He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to get angry. But truthfully, the rancor wasn't there. Somewhere deep down, Darius knew what he'd signed up for. He knew she would push it further. He knew his life wasn't going to be the same after he submitted to her. If he didn't want that, he should've bailed long ago.

Besides, she looked so damn happy as she studied his newly decorated body. Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. There was no denying it. He was addicted to her happiness and if that meant serving her and becoming an increasingly feminized drag-slut, he would do it.

“Yeah... that'd be good, baby.”

Heather took on a haughty demeanor as she turned off the TV and her worked up breathing slowed to normal. She perspired heavily, but she looked lovely, even in her sweats and exercise bands. As she approached, lording her height over him, he felt his cock twitch in its cage. She placed her hands on her hips and ...
    ... stared into his eyes.

“You're gonna eat a good meal and then you're gonna get cleaned up... especially back here” she demanded, extending her arms around him and grabbing both his ass cheeks firmly. “Shireen is gone till tomorrow and I have big plans for your slutty, black ass.”

“Yes, dear” he responded reflexively.

“NO!” she insisted, her eyes growing wild as her fingers dug into the flesh of his bottom. “

Yes, Mistress

.”

Darius inhaled sharply through his nose. He swallowed involuntarily. The words came without hesitation. “Yes, Mistress.”

* * * * *

He found himself in the same spot three hours later as Heather finished preparing him for their session. After breakfast he'd had a long bath, a thorough enema and a series of “beautifying” treatments. He was tarted up exactly as his Femdom Goddess craved.

Darius wore a new addition to his role play wardrobe, a satin purple dress that began in thin straps over his shoulders and covered his body from his upper chest down to mid-thigh. His only other garments were a matching set of purple arm-gloves, a pair of purple panties and a purple leather dog collar with a matching leash.

He couldn't deny that the silky garments felt nice on his skin. It was one of many new experiences Heather demanded he undergo in recent weeks. His feet being painfully wedged into black high heels was less appealing, but as Heather said: “It can't all be sugar and spice.”

Darius' face had been dolled up in several layers ...
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