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

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

... he closed in. “No leash, either! Looks pretty suspicious to me.”

The third woman was so enthralled with the sissy worshiping her ass that she didn't pay any attention to the conversation that was unfolding. Her head lulled back as low moans escaped her lips.

“Tell ya what, purple” the blonde continued. “Why don't you get under the table and help this slut with my boots? Then we'll know you're actually suppose to be here.”

“Ma'am, please, I'm really just here to look--”

“NOW!” the blonde behemoth shouted and Markus' body shook. His thin frame buzzed with nervous energy as he considered doing what she asked. After all, if he got kicked out of the club, there was no way he was getting a date with Shireen.

*THWIP*

The distinct sound of fingers snapping pierced the air and Markus turned to find Shireen folding her arms below her breasts.

“He's with me, ladies. Sorry for the trouble.”

The large blonde smirked, annoyed to see Markus had been telling the truth. “No trouble at all. You might want to leash Mr. Purple, though, and change him into something more fitting!”

Shireen walked to his side and put her hand around his arm. “Don't worry, the next time he's here, he'll be wearing something much more appropriate.” She nodded to the seated Dommes before leading him away.

Markus was quiet as the grave until they were out of earshot. “Wooo... That was getting sketchy! Thanks, girl.”

“I'm not your girl” Shireen reminded him.

“Damn, woman! What am ...

... I supposed to call you?”

She released his arm and stopped in her tracks, putting her hands on her hips. “Try something more respectful.”

Markus sighed. Shireen was smoking hot, but also exhausting. Everything always had to be on her terms. Then again, maybe that was the lesson. Was this what women had to deal with for thousands of years? Arrogant men dictating everything? No wonder they were all a little crazy.

He was beginning to doubt they were going to work out as a couple. Still, looking at her now, he dared to hope. Her flawless mocha skin and wonderful curves were framed perfectly by her elegant blue dress. The club's lights flashed across her body and set off her eyes like glowing jewels. Markus wasn't ready to give up. She was too enticing and his lust burned bright.

“Shireen” he said with a respectful nod. “What would you like to do now, my Queen?”

The dark beauty chuckled and nodded towards the dance floor. “Let's cut a rug, Mr. Purple.”

Markus snickered at his new nickname, but followed her into the throng of dancing kinksters gladly. They spent the next forty five minutes among the mob of Dominas, leather slaves and club sissies as they flowed and undulated to the music. Almost every track that blasted through the hall made some allusion to or explicitly referenced sex and BDSM.

Not long after, they met up with a glowing Heather and a very disheveled Darius. Among the group, there was little doubt there would be stories to share later. The ...