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

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

... out to instruct him presently. He pulled a compact mirror out of his handbag and checked his makeup. He didn't want it to run before the show began.

“Hey!” came a lilting voice behind him.

“Hello!” a slightly more feminine voice followed up.

Darius turned to find two of the sissy maids approaching him. One was a flat-chested femboy with short, platinum blonde hair, light blue lips and a glittery face. The other was a sissy with b-cup breasts, long black hair and thick scarlet lipstick.

“I'm Riley” the femboy said, holding out his hand.

“Lexi” the other one said, following suit.

“Dana” Darius replied as he shook their hands.

“We're your backup dancers!” Riley informed him. “This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah, and I don't really know what I'm doing...”

“There's nothing to it” Lexi insisted. “We can show you some basic moves before the show, if you like.”

“That'd be good” Darius replied, still convinced he was going to make a fool of himself.

“This is nothing to stress over” Riley said, folding his silk-clad arms over his maid costume. We're gonna have fun out there! If you feel lost, just look our way and you can follow along with us.”

“The important thing is to let your body move to the rhythm of the song. After that it's just flinging yourself around a pole!” Lexi said with a wink.

“Thanks...” Darius said, his confidence budding. “I think I can do that.”

Across the room, a fearsome team of Dominas were gathered before Heather and ...

... Beatrice. Heather wore a tight, ruched purple dress that emphasized her plump curves. The wealthy matron was clad from neck-to-toe in white leather and latex. She held the reigns of a muzzled gimp slave at her feet. The featureless, medium-build submissive was locked in a prison of black leather.

“Heather, I believe you've met Mistress Styx?” Beatrice asked, indicating the lead Dominatrix.

“Yes, we met in the lobby last week.”

Mistress Styx smiled and nodded, her officer's cap and costume shining in the light of the hall. Her arms were folded below sizable breasts. A black corset framed her curvy body. “You've seen the game plan, yes? Any boundaries or rules you wish to spell out before we begin?”

“Only light discipline. No permanent marks” Heather answered as she scanned the row of leather-clad hellions. Each had a distinct Femdom fashion style and carried a different kind of crop or paddle. “When the finale arrives, you can get a little more rough. Just be careful. I want this to be special for him.”

“Heather, my dear, you're dealing with professionals. You have nothing to worry about” Beatrice assured her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Sorry. Guess I'm feeling a little over-protective at the moment. Hard not to when I'm sharing my Dana with so many intimidating Dommes!”

The women snickered and giggled as they flexed their toys and stretched their latex and leather-clad limbs.

“When does the curtain rise?” Mistress Styx inquired.

Beatrice waved to ...