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

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

... gelatinous ass. His lips and tongue resumed their work as his upper body was sealed against the shiny upholstery.

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After a brisk walk up many steps, Markus and Shireen reached the second floor of Club Ishtar's tower of decadence. They strolled along the perimeter together, peeking into various rooms and witnessing the many depraved activities ongoing. Yelps, hisses and cries of delightful agony sang out as men of all ages took their beatings.

From what Markus could tell, everything on this floor was dedicated to impact play. There was a room designated for every kind of spanking and each was stationed by a different Domina. Bare hand, paddling, flogging, cropping, caning and whipping. He could only imagine what waited on the floors above this one.

“Cmon now, you never been spanked before?” Shireen asked, baiting the hook for Markus.

“Not as an adult” he replied as they stopped by the railing.

Below, the masses of club-goers were dancing, jumping and grinding in raucous, sexualized glee. The pair gazed at each other as the music pulsed and the lights swirled around them. The taboo nature of the place made Markus uneasy, yet this was the first time he'd gotten Shireen to give him the time of day. If he played his cards right, an intimate moment could be crafted. This was his ticket in.

“Pffft... Not even at a frat house or bachelor party? Guys do that kind of stuff all the time!”

“Never joined a frat. Wasn't my thing. Neither did Darius, though ...

... I bet he would've if he'd had the chance.”

“You've led a sheltered life, Markus.”

“Hey baby” he said leaning forward. “There's more to me than meets the eye. You just gotta get to know me better.”

Shireen's face froze in stony smarm. She crossed her arms and gave him a severe look. “Don't baby me. I'm not your girl.”

Markus approached a little closer, his arms raised in surrender. “What I gotta do for you to give me a chance?”

Shireen's left eyebrow rose and her mouth entered a half-smile. She nodded down the hallway and Markus turned to see what she was indicating. Not far from them was the Paddling Room.

“Prove to me you're not the most vanilla black man that's ever lived.”

Darius sighed. “How many?”

“One round of spankings.”

“How many is in a round?”

Shireen grinned. “The more you take, the more impressed I'll be...”

Markus hesitated for just a moment, but he was resolved not to blow this. “Fine, but my pants stay on.”

She took his arm and began dragging him toward his doom. “Oh no! I intend to see what you're wearing down there! Are you a brief bitch or a boxer jock?”

“Maybe I'm wearing panties. You'd love that, right?”

Shireen cackled as they marched off. “If you had those kinda vibes, we'd already be dating.”

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The chain leashes extending from Beatrice's hand jingled as her submissives crawled ahead of her, their nipple weights swinging below. She and Heather had walked around the community center and were headed ...