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

... promotion. One I've been working

for a long time. Higher salary, bigger office, the

whole nine yards.

What? That's great! Congrats!

Why would I think that's bad news?

Because it comes with certain conditions. I'll be

moving away. Very soon. They want me halfway

across the country by next week.

Oh. I see.

Yeah, my life is kind of being upended. I'm not even

gonna have time for a proper move. I'll be relying on

Heather and Darius to pack up and send most of

my stuff. I'm going to be living out of a suitcase for

a while.

Yeah, I get it. Your career comes first.

No time for a date before you go.

I understand.

I'll be flying back whenever I can to see my friends.

I promise, you'll still get that date! You earned it.

It's all good, girl. I'm happy for you.

Thank you for understanding, Markus. :)

I'm having a “goodbye” get-together Saturday

night if you want to join in. We'll be getting drinks

and having fun at Dango's.

Yeah, maybe. Let me see how my weekend

is shaping up.

Of course. You take care, slutty maid. ;-)

I'll be in touch.

You too, Queen of Kink.

* * * * *

“Ooof, that's rough” Mary imparted as she looked at him with genuine sympathy. “Some pretty terrible luck on your part. I'm sorry it turned out that way.”

“I don't know” Markus replied with a shake of his head. He took a swig of his drink before continuing. “I feel like I was kidding myself about Shireen all along. Like it ...

... wasn't meant to be, you know? It might be for the best.”

The duo sat at the table of a local diner, waiting for their lunch orders. It was Friday afternoon, the time they'd agreed to meet and debrief after their encounter at the club. Markus found Mary surprisingly easy to talk to, even after the conversation shifted to his recent woes.

She'd always been kind to him and helpful at the office, but Markus was gaining a whole new appreciation for the busty brunette. Not only had she shielded him at the club, but she'd been very understanding about his predicament. Aside from a few booze-fueled chuckles, she'd been nothing but considerate. Mary was the shoulder he needed to cry on right now. He certainly wasn't going to tell Darius about his cross-dressing adventures any time soon.

“Markus, you showed incredible courage and an open mind by getting out of your comfort zone like that. Maybe it would've blossomed into a relationship with her and maybe not, but the important thing is, you know how to treat a woman. And you're not afraid to let her take the lead. Any woman would be lucky to land a guy like you.”

He sighed and smiled weakly. “Thanks, Mary. Yeah, I gave it a shot. At least I won't regret not trying.”

“And you got a hell of a story out of it!” she said with a sly grin and a wink. “Even if it's only me you're telling at the moment.”

Mary was dressed in one of her typical office outfits; a thick, gray one-piece that glided over her pudgy curves. Her ample ...