Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 1 - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Femdom - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 1 - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Femdom

... their new items and set them down in front of Darius. She ignored him completely, turning to Heather. “And thank YOU for stopping in today! We hope to see you again!”

Heather shook their hands and exchanged some final pleasantries before turning and striding towards the door, leaving Darius in the dust. “Let's go Pookie! Chop chop!”

Darius didn't even spare a side glance at the two women who'd just made his life considerably more troublesome. He knew they were staring daggers at him. He grabbed up the bags and plodded after his girlfriend as fast as he could with a foreign object shoved up his ass. The final insult came when he heard snickers and a cackle of laughter behind him.

The air in the city could hardly be called “fresh” but it had never tasted so good to Darius. After inhaling the fumes of concentrated rubber, leather, latex and silicone for so long, emerging onto the street felt like a trip to the countryside. The walk back to the car would be burdensome, but at least Darius could go home and put this nightmare behind him.

“Let's head to the mall” Heather said nonchalantly.

“What?!? Baby, we just spent two hours shoppin!”

“Yeah, and you didn't have to spend a dime. Most of the outfits we got are for YOU to wear. Now it's my turn! I thought we'd go have a look through Freddie's and Victoria's Secret. You can help me pick something sexy to wear...”

She finished her plea in the lilting, sing-song way that she knew worked every time. Between that ...

... and the innocent, doe-eyed expression she was putting on, Darius knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

“Alright, fine... but can we get something to eat first?”

“Sure, we'll grab a bite at the food court. Oh, don't look so dour! It'll be fun!”

'Yeah, more fun if I didn't have a cage on my dick and a rubber cone up my ass...'

Darius knew better than to voice his frustrations. His predicament was part of her “fun” now. Heather was in a good mood and he didn't want to spoil it. He offered her a thin smile and endured the ache in his ass with as few grunts as possible as they marched back to the packing garage. His arms were weighed down with bags of dildos, fetish attire, lube and dozens of other toys, but at least he wasn't being humiliated in front of strangers anymore.

If he could just get through the afternoon, everything would be fine. Surely after a long shopping trip, Heather wouldn't have the energy or desire to play with all this nonsense tonight.

* * * * *

Darius winced as they walked out of Fredrick's of Hollywood with yet more more shopping bags in both hands. They had purchased some nice outfits for Heather at a few different lingerie shops. Their credit was hurting almost as much as his asshole.

Over the previous two hours, Darius had learned one lesson well. The only thing worse then trying to walk with a buttplug buried deep in your cheeks was trying to SIT with one. He had never enjoyed fried chicken and biscuits less in his life then when ...