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

... everywhere, covering half of his front and giving him the classic maid look.

Markus walked back and forth awkwardly, testing his footing. Thankfully, the boots only had short heels and they were fairly thick. His face still gave him away as a man, but he had to admit, Rita had done a bang-up job. He looked pretty hot from the neck down.

As if thinking the devil's name made her appear, the door opened and she walked back in. Markus turned and found her holding two more products with a wicked smile on her face. He didn't like the look of either.

“What are those?”

“A cock cage and a butt plug. You want to go all the way for your lady friend, don't you?”

“Ohhhhhhhhh NO!” Markus shouted, holding a hand up defiantly. “I told Shireen I'd dress up. I didn't agree to no freaky toys!”

“Cmon Markus. You can trust my gentle touch” she implored with a wink.

“That's a hard no, lady. I know you think I'm secretly into this, but I'm just doin it to humor Shireen.”

She lowered the toys, a glum expression registering her disappointment. “If you say so... Alright, follow me. We still need to find you a wig and do your makeup and nails.”

“How much longer is this gonna take?”

Rita put her hands on her hips. “It will take as long as it takes. You can't rush beauty. Besides, do you really want to wait outside until Ms. Shireen gets here? You still have an hour before she arrives.”

Markus' face drooped and his eyes went wide with fear. “You know what? That's an ...

... excellent point. Please do take your time, Ma'am.”

Rita chuckled as she turned and exited the dressing room. “Good sissy” she taunted as he followed her out.

* * * * *

Markus' heart beat a hundred miles an hour as he stumbled into Club Ishtar at the end of Shireen's leash. He struggled to walk in his new heeled boots. The bag at his side contained feminine products and extra cosmetics supplied by Ms. Rita in case he needed to freshen up. He'd never felt more out of place in his life, dressed as a maid and being led into a sex club wearing a collar, wig and a pound of makeup. He couldn't deny the silky lingerie and smooth costume made him feel tingly, but that was the last thing on his mind as he entered the den of lustful, empowered women and dutiful male submissives.

'Why did I agree to this? Jesus Christ! There are other fish in the sea!!!'

As if to answer his question, Shireen turned to check on him. Her gaze lingered and, for once, the look wasn't dismissive or annoyed. It was genuine delight. Markus' mouth hung open as he stared back. Her smile was worth all the treasures in the world. That's why he'd returned to this insane place.

They came to a stop about fifty feet from the dance floor. Shireen unclipped the leash from his collar and took a step back. “Okay. I'm gonna go do some shopping of my own. I'll be back to get you in a few hours.”

“What?!?”

“It's time for you to go on a journey of self-discovery, Markus.”

“What about the rules?!? I'm not ...