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

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“Hey! You gonna stand there all night?”

Markus looked up to see a short, blonde woman in red leather and latex standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She was staring at him intently. He pointed at himself and gazed back at her with a quizzical expression.

“Yeah, you! The slut in purple! I don't see anyone else loitering outside my door. C'mere!”

He pushed himself off the column and started toward her. Markus knew he had to play it cool, or he'd be in real trouble. This was one of the club Dommes.

“Hello... Mistress Hannah?”

“That's right. I'm the Mistress of Ropes. Queen of Shibari!” She studied Markus up and down. “Wanna get tied up? You look like the kinda tart who enjoys some bondage!”

“Love to, but I'm following orders right now.” He responded in the most foppish, feminine voice he could emulate. “Mistress told me to take pictures all over the club before returning to her.”

“Mistress who?” she asked suspiciously.

“Mistress Shireen” he answered. “And my name's Markus. You can check the guest list if you like. We arrived not long ago.”

Hannah relaxed. “I see. Still using a male name, huh?”

Markus waved at her with his painted nails and offered a weak chuckle. “Oh, you know, there's just so many lovely names to choose from. I haven't decided yet.”

The woman in red seemed less amused. “Generous of your Mistress to let you choose” she replied, stone faced. “When you find her, tell Mistress Shireen that the Queen of Shibari ...

... would love to show you the ropes. My knots and ties would look wonderful digging into that purple dress of yours!”

“I will. Thank you Mistress!” Markus said before hefting the front of his dress and strolling off. “Maybe I'll see you later!”

“I look forward to it” Hannah spoke before turning and re-entering her domain.

Markus scurried down the gallery, sweating bullets as he fled.

'Holy shit, that was close! New rule: no loitering!'

He made his way to the next set of staircases and marched his way up. As soon as he emerged on the third floor he instantly regretted his decision. There was a medium build woman in neck-to-toe black latex waiting outside her door. Markus couldn't escape the feeling that Club Ishtar was built like the classic Bruce Lee film Game of Death. More difficult opponents waited on each ascending floor until you reached the final boss.

She leaned against the doorway running a nail file over the fingers of her left hand. Her hair was jet black with a streak of pink dyed into it. The marquee above her establishment said 'Mistress Cindy – Exquisite Torturess.' The signs to either side of the room displayed a fist colliding with the outline of a scrotum and a woman kicking a man in the balls.

“Hey there Miss Purple! You're not one of the club maids. What are you doing up here by yourself? Do you still have your balls? I'd be happy to punch them, if you do.”

Markus bubbled over with nervous laughter as he slowed to a stop. He lifted one ...