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

... were. The three enormous white girls who'd attempted to lure him into their booth of servitude the first time he was there. One wore thick leather, another flowing satin and lace, and the last donned shiny latex around her humongous curves. They were like some bizarre team of hellish female super villains existing purely to torment him. Markus cursed his rotten luck.

“Is that really him?” the blubbery blonde inquired.

“Yup, that's him” the raven-haired behemoth confirmed. She placed her hands on her bulbous hips. “That scrawny woman who owns him must've got em a makeover!”

“A definite improvement” the pudgy woman with dark brown hair chimed in.

“He's collared this time, but still no leash! We can fix that, right ladies?” the blonde chuckled. She opened her leather bag and pulled out a thick leash with a metal fastener on the end. All three women closed in on him. Blondie approached from the front, holding forth the snap clip of the leash while the other two boxed him in from the sides. Markus backed up as far as he could before running into the wall. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Please! I'm just looking for my Mistress!”

“If she keeps leaving you alone in the club, that means she wants you to have some fun with us” the black haired Giantess replied. She pushed her satin-clad bulk up against him until her ample curves were pressing into his sides.

“That's right. So we're gonna oblige” the brunette added, pushing her bulging latex body into him from ...

... the other side. “Unless you'd rather we take you to Lost and Found?”

Markus grimaced. If they reported him to the club and they found out Shireen wasn't here, that could get them both in trouble.

“No, please! That won't be necessary! I'd be happy to, uh... entertain you, for a while.”

The busty blonde pressed in from the front, completing their fleshy barricade. With three ample guts pressing on him from all sides in various fetish attire, she reached up and clicked the fastener around the O-ring of his collar.

“That's more like it. Now, follow us, Miss Purple.”

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“HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The women hooted and laughed at Markus, trapped below their booth and licking away at the blonde's leather boots. Blondie was decked out in full leather attire and an officer's cap to complete the look. He remembered her from the first visit to Ishtar. Some poor maid had lavished her boots with a long, thankless tongue bath. Now, that maid was him. After just a few minutes of anxious lapping, his tongue had grown painfully raw.

He slurped his wet, warm pink appendage up and down her glossy leather. Markus considered himself lucky the boots had been shined recently and didn't seem too dirty. That didn't make the taste of leather polish any more welcome, but it was better than tasting dirt and mud. His tongue slobbered up and down loudly in between grunts from his PVC clad form. The other two ladies reached out with their feet and gave his ass and side gentle nudges as ...