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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 1 - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Femdom
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... CHAUVINIST CRAP! ” Darius turned to face her, his fear growing steadily as he noticed people's heads turning to observe them. He swallowed involuntarily and visibly pleaded with her not to make a scene. His raised hands and “surrender” gesture had no effect on his now enraged girlfriend. “DO YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN WOMEN ARE UNCOMFORTABLE ?!? HOW OFTEN WE SACRIFICE FOR YOU WHILE ASKING SO LITTLE IN RETURN?!? We are TWO HOURS into trying something new and you're already complaining!” “Baby, please...” “DON'T ' BABY ' ME! YOU ARE GOING TO LISTEN !” There was now a small crowd gathering around them and Darius was beginning to sweat. “I have put up with your MAN-SPLAINING nonsense for as long as I'm going to! You will NOT tell me what to do or when to do it! You will start acting like an equal partner in this relationship! You will be open to new experiences and you will show women the RESPECT they deserve! Is that clear ?” Darius' tongue was tied in terror. You could hear a pin drop for a brief moment, until one by one, a dozen or so of the women that had stopped to listen to Heather's tirade began clapping. Pretty soon, their combined applause was echoing off the walls, amplified due to the mall's acoustics. The men in the audience were either ignoring the scene or softly clapping along with their wives. Some were looking at their phones, others turned away, pretending to focus on something else in the ...
... distance. Others simply walked away from the feminist cheering squad as quickly as possible. “ YEAH! You tell em girl!” “Drag him girlfriend!” “Who runs the world? GIRLS! ” “Put that fool in his place!” The applause and the women's shouts of support eventually died down. Darius' face burned with embarrassment as all eyes turned to him, waiting for his reply. “...yes, dear.” * * * * * “I hope you've been paying attention. I expect you to do this on your own in the future” Heather informed him sternly as she turned the shut-off valve on the enema kit's tubing. Darius was on his back in the tub with his knees pressed to his chest and his ass up in the air. The enema tube had flooded his insides with the cleansing tonic and the discomfort had mounted as the bag slowly drained into his ass. Darius thought he'd felt “full” at the mall, but he didn't know the meaning of the word until now. All he could feel was his lube-greased asshole clamping around the feeding plug tightly and a lower body packed to the gills with warm water. “I got it baby! Please, just no more!” Heather looked at her watch. “We'll wait a minute, but then the rest is going in. You need to be nice and clean down there!” He'd been dead wrong about their plans for the evening. Rather than the nightmare being over, it felt like it was just beginning. Darius thought by the time they got back Heather would want to cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie. Fat chance of that. ...