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

... suspiciously as they passed in the hall. Once they'd walked by, he could hear them comment behind him.

“Ugh... There's always a pervert or two in here.”

“I know, right?”

Markus sighed and entered the changing station. He began removing his clothes and placing them in a neat pile on the table. When he was finished, he turned and kept his back to the door. He wasn't about to put on a show for Ms. Rita unless he had to.

After a couple lonely minutes of standing in the quiet, cool room, the door opened and Rita entered. “Still shy I see?” She tossed a couple garments on the table, both contained in neat plastic packaging. “Put those on. I'll be back with more, shortly.”

She walked out, leaving the door wide open. Markus turned to find what she'd left. His eye bulged as he discovered a premium set of satin, crotchless panties and some white pantyhose with garters.

“Oh, god...” he muttered as he took them up and started dressing. He slid the panties on first and his cock poked right through the hole in the lacy, stretchy garment. Markus couldn't deny that they felt nice on his skin. Nicer than any pair of boxers or briefs ever had.

“HAHAHAHA!” a voice boomed from the hallway and Markus practically jumped out of his own skin. He never even saw the woman who'd spotted him sporting his new, silky undergarment. “Close the door next time, sissy!” her voice chided him as she continued down the hallway.

Markus' hand flew to his chest as his heart pounded. He ...

... crossed to the door and shut it firmly. Had Rita done that on purpose or was she just so casual about people being naked that she didn't think twice about it? Both seemed plausible.

Next came the pantyhose sliding up his dark skin. Soon his legs were covered in a frilly, white tint and his cock was trapped against his body. Markus had to admit, the silkiness outlining his unit felt oddly pleasurable. It made his cheeks go red. Markus' every instinct told him to put his old clothes back on, run out of the store and never look back.

*CLICK-CLACK*

The door opened and Rita entered once again. She was carrying a shiny purple and white dress, a long pair of purple leather boots and some item he didn't recognize. This time she had a full view of Markus in his panties and silky leggings.

“Hmmmm! That's more like it!”

“The pantyhose are are little tight, Ma'am.”

“They're supposed to be, but if you think they're too tight we can go up a size.”

“I'm amazed you have this stuff in my size at all.”

“Miss Scarlett caters to everyone. Women. Men. Big Women. Even big men! You are all sexy little tarts in waiting.”

“That's very egalitarian of you.”

Rita chuckled before setting down the dress and boots. The other garment she was carrying unfolded in her hands and Markus finally got an idea of what they were. They looked like... fake breasts?!?

She held the bra-like apparatus up for Markus to see. The weighty breast forms dangled and stretched up and down in between ...