Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 4 - Mein Herrin! I Can Dance! - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 4 - Mein Herrin! I Can Dance!

... again.”

The line went dead and Heather tossed her phone aside. She smiled wickedly as her fingers returned to the laptop. She inspected the tributes from her new virtual subs, but thoughts of the upcoming party remained foremost in her mind. It would be difficult to think of anything else for the next week. Especially when she was pounding his hungry hole.

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Darius walked to the dinner table, his heels clicking on the floor as he steadied the plates in his hands. He set the product of his efforts in front of Heather, proudly. She set aside her phone, eager to examine her sissy maid's handiwork. It smelled wonderful.

The dish was sesame grilled salmon cooked in an Asian-style marinade. It was served with grilled bell peppers, green beans, and wild rice with herbs. This was Darius' first attempt at fancy seafood fare and he hoped his Goddess liked it. In recent weeks he'd focused on learning to make healthy meals that looked extravagant but didn't take much preparation or cooking time.

Heather took up her utensils, cut out a piece of fish and ate it hungrily. It had excellent texture, exotic flavor and was absolutely delicious.

“Wow, great job! I'm impressed!” she said with a nod of approval. Darius sat opposite her, smiling.

He tucked a napkin into the neck of his dress to protect the lacy uniform. Darius beamed as she complimented him. “I'm glad you like it, baby.”

“I love it!” Heather exclaimed as she dug in for more. She followed up the next ...

... few bites with a sip of Pinot Noir. Darius had picked out the perfect wine to go with the meal. Even more noteworthy was how he'd gone to the liquor store wearing his dress with no hesitation.

“You're really coming into your own, Dana. I'm very proud of you. See how amazing you can be when you just let go and do what Mistress says?”

Darius blushed. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“I love you, Pookie” she said with a wink.

“I love you baby” he replied with a grin before carving into his meal.

“On the topic of coming into your own, I have some news to share.”

“What's that?” he asked between bites of the savory fish.

“We're going to a party this weekend at Club Ishtar.”

“Oh? What's the occasion?”

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Darius' body buzzed with excited, nervous energy. He was in the middle of the large hall at the community center of Ishtar. It was brightly lit at the moment, but the lighting racks above indicated that would likely change at show time.

A stage had been set up and three stainless steel poles erected. One was in the center and the other two were fixed to either side behind the main pole. Dozens of people he didn't know were filing into the room every minute.

Sissy maids ferried food out to the serving tables on either side of the hall. A large array of banquet tables were set up in front of the stage for the guests. Heather was off in one corner chatting with Beatrice and six of the club Dommes. Darius had been told to wait here and someone would be ...