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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
... right?” “Yes, dear.” Heather grabbed his buttplug, pulled it free and tossed it on the floor unceremoniously. Darius' stretched pucker slowly contracted to its normal diameter. His fleshy walls already missed the invader he'd grown so accustomed to. Darius was addicted to the sensation of fullness and the gentle pressure it placed on his prostate as he went about his daily chores. “You can clean that up when I'm done. Then, get back to your duties.” “Yes, Goddess.” She chuckled and rubbed his ass in gentle, circular motions; preparing his buttocks for an open palm beating. “You know Mistress does this because she loves you, right?” “I do, baby.” *SMACK* Her first blow snapped off his bare, black ass. The loud, familiar sound of harsh skin-on-skin contact pierced the air. “Don't call me baby when you're being punished!” “Yes, Mistress! Sorry, Mistress!” “Good. Now start counting.” *SMACK* “One.” *SMACK* “Two.” *SMACK* “Three!” * * * * * Markus relaxed at the bar, his feet mercifully getting relief as they rested on the metal rung at the bottom of his stool. He'd been wearing heels for three hours or so and gained a new level of respect for women who wore them regularly. He took a sip of his rum and coke and thumbed through his phone, inspecting the pictures he'd taken thus far. Markus had gotten a few more on his way to the bar. 'This should be plenty for Shireen. Now all I gotta do is find a way to kill an hour ...
... without getting into more trouble.' He pocketed his phone and took a quick look up and down the bar. Markus scanned the faces of several patrons until the sight of one, in particular, made him freeze in place. 'OH MY GOD?!? MARY???' Seated just nine stools down from him was the administrative assistant of the firm he worked for. Markus almost didn't recognize her in the skimpy outfit. He'd never seen Mary show that much skin before. Regardless, it was definitely her. Mary sat at the bar with no one around her. She almost looked bored. The racing event on the big screen, which featured the same kind of leather pony slaves Markus ran into earlier, was the one thing holding her interest. She was a big woman, although not nearly as bulky as the women who'd accosted him twice now at the club. Mary could definitely be described as thicc with massive, white milkers that her pink, spaghetti-strap dress barely contained. Her substantially plump caboose bulged outward from the confines of the silky dress that ended just above her knees. Mary was a shoulder-length brunette with matching brown eyes that shimmered with warmth. Markus wasn't sure exactly how old she was, but by his estimation she had about twenty years on him. She looked good for her age. Her finer physical features were highlighted, for a change. She was dressed for fun instead of her typical, conservative work attire. He cautiously backed out of her field of vision. Markus thought about sneaking away to ...