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

... Heather had begun using all kinds of new terms and phrases that Darius had never heard before. It became more common after she'd begun attending a weekly “female empowerment” class a few months ago. Come to think of it, it wasn't long after that when Heather had gotten more insistent about introducing kinky elements to their bedroom life.

Darius had been resistant at first. To date, their sex life had been fairly vanilla and he was happy with that. As they entered their second year as a couple it became clear that Heather wasn't satisfied. Going to those classes had amplified her desire to try new things and, over time, she had sweet talked him into trying “butt stuff.” She promised it would be fun for both of them and a whole new world of pleasure for Darius. After much coaxing and a few nights of sleeping on the couch with blue balls, he'd reluctantly agreed.

“Alright, baby, damn! Let's go look at the... merchandise.”

Heather's scowl faded into a smile. That seemed to appease her and they continued into the store. Shelves of bizarre toys, dildos of every shape and size and strange costumes flashed by as they made their way further in.

Darius couldn't help but notice that it was mostly couples in the store and every couple had a similar dynamic. One couple was dressed in head to toe leather and the woman pulled the man around by the chain leash of a dog collar. Another couple featured a woman in a lovely yellow sun dress and a guy that followed her around on ...

... hands and knees wearing nothing but rubber boots, latex underwear, leather mitts and cat ears on his head.

“Queen Shit” was no joke. Everything Darius was seeing implied that the store specifically catered to women who wanted to take charge of things in the bedroom. This made Darius uneasy while at the same time providing a silver lining. Darius knew he should be grateful that Heather wasn't looking to get dominated. He'd never had any desire to engage in the slapping, choking, spanking and other stuff he saw men doing to women in various internet porn. If Heather needed that, it might have ended their relationship.

On the other hand, if Heather wanted to liven things up by role playing as a dominatrix or whatever, that wouldn't be so bad. Would it? As long as it stayed between the two of them at home, whatever silly stuff they did would be fine. Ultimately, he loved Heather and wanted to make her happy.

They reached the end of the aisles and the store opened up to a larger space with several counters and exits to back rooms. As they approached, one of the clerks took notice of Darius and Heather.

“Hi there!” the middle aged woman spoke before stepping out from behind the counter and moving to greet Heather.

She looked like she'd just stepped off the electric sign at the front of the store. The woman's curves were outlined in a leather corset, leather pants, leather boots and latex gloves that extended up her arms to her biceps. The raven-haired white woman sported ...