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 hell!?!”

Darius' sphincter seared from the sudden jab.

“Haha! Feel familiar?” She held up the long, green dildo-looking vegetable and stroked it up in down with her other hand. “I should make you suck it, right here in the store...”

“Baby, please...”

“But I won't, because I'm a nice Mistress.”

Darius sighed internally. She was doing stuff like this more and more; getting into character even when they weren't at home. Heather was enjoying her dominant side more every day. He didn't mind as long as they weren't putting on a show for a bunch of strangers, but it still made him nervous in public.

“Don't be surprised when the next strap-on is this thick! We're sizing up again soon.”

“Yes, dear.”

He knew better than to protest her declaration. Heather had become obsessed with getting him to take larger cocks. It felt like her new mission in life and Darius' raw ass was a constant reminder of it.

“Ugh... Pookie, these are bruised.”

“Bruised? What you mean?”

“I mean, it feels like some kid dropped this bag out of a cart and ruined them. You have to FEEL the fruit to make sure it's still good!”

“Sorry babe, I didn't know.”

“How did you go this long without learning the basics of grocery shopping? Whatever... Take these back and pick out another.”

“Yes, dear.” He took the bag of apples and turned back in the direction of the fruit section.

*SMACK*

Darius grimaced as his ass was blistered with her palm yet again. This one was harder ...
    ... and louder than the previous swat.

“And

do it right

this time! Make sure they're HARD.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Darius noticed a woman who'd just brought her shopping cart to a halt. She was staring in their direction with wide-open eyes. The woman stifled a laugh before looking away and resuming her shopping.

Darius' face burned with embarrassment as he hurried along to follow Heather's commands.

* * * * *

It was approaching five o'clock the next day and Darius was aching after eight long hours of work. It wasn't just his limbs that were sore, but his ass. Heather had given him an especially hard fucking after the grocery trip. It seemed like bossing him around in the supermarket and spanking him in front of strangers had really turned her on. Their nightly ritual was something she jokingly called “triple D.” Dinner, douching and dicking. DEEP dicking in his ever expanding pucker.

Darius had finished the routine checks of his weld terminals. The batteries for his tools had to be cleaned and tightened every fifty hours of use. That work was complete, but he wasn't done for the day just yet. Some of his equipment had taken dings throughout the week and now it was time to fix them. He approached his work bench and moved to open the vice attached to the side of the table. He couldn't get it to budge. It was locked up tight.

“Goddammit...”

He hated being one of the smallest guys on the crew. Most of the men in their shop were six feet or taller ...
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