Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap

... hardwood floor. His satin and lace maid outfit tightened around his body. He'd come to love the feeling of the silky fabric on his skin.

Heather was seated on the sofa, her head bopping to the free-form jazz that streamed through the house. She wore a white tank top and leopard print yoga pants around her thick thighs and ample ass. Since finishing her workout, she'd been on the internet posting on her fan site. Darius smiled as he approached her.

“How's it goin, baby?”

She looked up cheerfully. “Awesome! Seven new paying subscribers so far this weekend! And a lot of likes and comments on the first video I uploaded. They loved seeing you get pegged in your maid outfit, so we'll be doing a lot more of that! A lot of them want you to take off the mask.”

Darius blushed. Doing that in front of the camera had made him nervous at first, but after a while, it felt like any other time she fucked his ass. He liked having the eye mask on, though. It allowed him to retain a level of anonymity. Not that he was really worried about being discovered, since the likelihood that anyone watching the video knew him personally was minuscule, but still, he preferred to play it safe, for now. “I dunno honey... I-”

“Don't worry” she interrupted. “You can wear it until you feel comfortable without it. I'm not gonna jump through every hoop these horny sluts ask me to. If I start, it'll never end.”

“Thank you, baby” he replied earnestly.

“Hey, before you put that stuff away, get ...

... me a drink. I'm in the mood for an orange Crush.”

“My pleasure, Mistress.”

Markus set the basket down on the sofa beside her. He walked to the kitchen to fetch her drink. Heather finished typing and set her laptop aside with a sigh of contentment. She looked over at the laundry basket and her eyebrows began to scrunch. The plump Goddess reached in and felt the clothes, her expression growing more annoyed by the second.

“Dammit Dana!” she yelled as he walked back with her beverage. “Did you forget to use fabric softener again?!?”

Darius flinched, realizing instantly that she was right. “I'm sorry, baby. I know I keep forgetting. It's just, before I met you, I never used to...”

“I know you didn't” she responded, shoving the basket aside. “That's why your clothes were all faded, dried out and crinkly! Is that how you want our clothes to be?!?”

“No Ma'am” he answered while setting her drink on the coffee table. “I'm sorry.”

“This has happened too many times! Come here and get over my knee! Right now!”

Darius grimaced, but obeyed without hesitation. He lowered his form gently onto her enormous thighs. Heather reached over, pulled up his skirt and yanked down his panties. His butt-plugged hole and caged cock were exposed to the cool air as she grabbed his sides and molded him into the position she wanted. Darius' ass was thrust up and his face buried in the couch cushions.

“After these fifty spankings, you'll remember to use fabric softener. Isn't that ...