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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 1 - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Femdom
Date: 8/5/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Authoritarian, BDSM Coercion Cum Swallowing Discipline, Domination/submission Enema, Female Domination, Humiliation Interracial, Oral Sex Pegging, Plumper, Reluctance Spanking, Toys, Author: [James Bondage], Source: sexstories.com
... How bout we go see a movie or something?” “No. We're here to get the things we need to spice up our sex life.” “Jesus, say it a little louder why don't ya.” Heather's eyes opened wide. She placed her hands on her hips and her lips pressed into a frown. “ WE'RE GOING TO GO INSIDE THE SEX STORE AND GET THE THINGS WE NEED TO SPICE UP OUR SEX LIFE !!!” A chilling shock of horror and embarrassment shot down Darius' spine as people in all directions began looking their way. A few guys down the street howled in laughter as they turned to look at the couple standing in front of the unusual storefront. Various women covered their mouths to stop from laughing or averted their gaze entirely, stifling giggles. It was rare enough for people to see a taller woman and shorter man as a couple out in public. To see a larger white woman glaring down at a smaller black man, demanding that they go into the sex store was the stuff of dirty jokes and stand-up comedy bits. “Ok, ok...” Darius raised his hands in surrender and Heather immediately grabbed his right arm and marched him towards the entrance. He wanted to add 'please just stop making a scene' but he knew better than to let those words pass his lips. He followed her in hurriedly, not wanting to set her off any worse than he already had. They entered the erotic superstore and the smells of leather and rubber hit Darius like a punch to the face. They had barely taken two steps in and he felt like he'd ...
... entered another dimension. There were rows of sex toys and all kinds of kinky contraptions that he didn't know the first thing about. The walls at the far sides of the store were lined with long racks of fetish clothing. Each row and every wall were decorated with red velvet drapes to give the place a more regal look and emphasize the theme of the store. “Look, baby, I know I said we would try the...” Heather finished his sentence when he hesitated. “Strapon sex. ANAL PLAY . You're an adult, Darius! You can say it out loud.” “Yeah, I know I said I would, but...” “But what?” “Well, I just don't know if I'm ready for that” he said, folding his arms defensively as they came to a stop. Heather glowered and pocketed her phone before turning to him. “And what's going to get you ready? WHEN will you be ready? Because it sounds like you're just making excuses and trying to back out after agreeing to it.” As she chastised him, Darius looked around the store and noticed that some of the other patrons were taking note of their conversation, just like the strangers outside had been. “Baby, could lower your voice just a little? We're attracting a lot of-” “Do NOT tone police me! You're not backing out of our arrangement and you don't get to tell me not to be frustrated! Don't ever imply that my frustration is invalid, either. That's gaslighting . 'Tone police? Gaslighting? The fuck...?' This was an issue that had popped up recently. ...