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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap
Date: 6/8/2024, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, BDSM Coercion Discipline, Domination/submission Female Domination, Foot or shoe fetish, Humiliation Interracial, Latex fetish, Romance Slavery, Spanking, Toys, Transvestite, Author: [James Bondage], Source: sexstories.com
*DING DING* The bell situated above the entrance to Miss Scarlett rang as Markus nervously walked in and closed the door behind him. It was a Sunday afternoon, two weeks since his first visit to Club Ishtar. This was the appointment he'd been dreading. Unless Shireen had set this up as an elaborate joke, the store was going to doll him up for a second trip into the Femdom underworld. Markus was decked out in a button-down shirt, slacks and a classic flat cap. The knowledge that he wouldn't be wearing them for long hung over him like a dark cloud. That was the reason for the backpack slung over his shoulder. He needed somewhere to store his normal clothes once the ordeal was over. He proceeded into the store and scanned it from the entrance. It was clearly a women's boutique, yet it seemed not all their customers were female. Shireen had been specific about their willingness to outfit both women and men. The rows of the shop were fairly close together and the store was filled with dresses, gowns, costumes, lingerie and other feminine apparel. In no time at all, a curvy Latina with shoulder-length black hair strolled into view. She wore a sparkling, clingy red dress and matching red rimmed glasses. Markus wondered if she was the owner and eponymous 'Miss Scarlet' or if everyone who worked there was encouraged to wear red in accordance with the theme. “Hello! I'm Rita. Can I help you find something today?” “Hi Rita. I'm Markus. I believe I have an ...
... appointment?” “Ahhh, yes. You're my two o'clock! I was told you're looking for a costume, but wasn't given any specifics. What is it you need?” “Ummm, I know I shouldn't be bashful about this, because I've been told you provide such services, but it still feels a little odd to me...” “Something intimate I take it?” “Yeah, let's go with that.” “For your significant other, or...?” Markus' cheeks burned with awkwardness as he removed his cap. His gaze fell to the floor. “No. I'll be needing something in my size.” Rita's professional demeanor faded into a sly smile and she placed a hand on her hip. “Out with it, then! How is it you'd like to dress up?” “It's not what I'd like, Ma'am. You see, I'm in this theater group and right now we don't have enough women to play all the roles.” “Uh huh.” Rita's smirk was growing more amused by the second. “It definitely sounds like you're into role playing.” “It may sound silly, but it wasn't an uncommon practice in the days of Shakespeare. Men dressing as women.” “It's never been uncommon. And you are being silly right now.” Markus laughed nervously. His eyes darted away as Rita's gaze remained locked on him. There was a few moments of painful silence before the haughty woman spoke again. “How will I be dressing you today, Markus?” “Like a maid.” “A French maid?” “Yeah, I suppose...” Rita snickered and lifted one hand gracefully. Her index finger pointed to the back of the shop, behind her. “This way. ...