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

... adding it to the pile. Darius did his best to balance the stack of items with growing difficulty.

“OK, let's pick out a sturdy harness and then we can move on to butt plugs. You'll probably want to install one in him immediately and begin stretching him out back there. Also, did you have any interest in feminizing him?”

“Feminizing? I hadn't thought about that.”

'Feminizing? The fuck?!?'

“All men are good candidates for feminization” Veronica insisted as she looked back and studied Darius up and down. “But your man is an

excellent

candidate! He's on the short side and has a decent ass.”

Darius checked out completely. They were talking about him like he was a piece of meat and he didn't want to listen anymore. He just wanted the shopping trip from hell to be over.

“If you think it's a good idea, I'm certainly open to it” Heather replied with a hint of excitement.

“It's a great idea! How bout we go look at some outfits?”

* * * * *

They had been in the store for ninety minutes and there was a small mountain of items piled up on the counter. Darius couldn't imagine that all those toys, accessories and clothing were going to add up to less than a thousand dollars. Mistress Veronica was doing the math on a calculator while he pulled Heather aside for a chat.

“Hey! Get your hand off my arm!”

“Baby, I know I said I would try some new things, but I never said I'd spend a fortune to do them. Just how much you think all that is going to ...

... cost?”

Heather put her hands on her hips as a smirk spread across her face. “Oh, stop exaggerating! We've spent more than this on a TV. Are you saying our sex life isn't worth it?”

“No, that's not what I'm saying...”

“Good. Because I didn't complain the last time you dropped eight hundred dollars on a new videogame system and a bunch of stuff to go with it. And that was just for YOU. This is for both of us.”

Darius sighed. He couldn't argue with that, but there were other factors at play.

“All I'm saying is our credit card is getting close to maxed. We keep adding on and it's gonna screw up our score! You want to move out of that apartment, don't you?”

“Excuse me” came an older female voice in the background.

Darius turned to a find a stern looking woman with short, white hair gazing at them. Her stylish perm and commanding blue eyes gave her a regal look. It was clear this classy matron was a woman who brooked no nonsense. She wore a shiny, black raincoat over her silky white top, a long, black leather skirt and short heeled black pumps. A thick, alligator skin bag hung over her shoulder, the weight of which belied her small stature.

As they moved to greet her, the woman immediately crossed the remaining distance, nudging Darius aside with surprising force and planting herself in front of Heather.

“Hello, my dear. I'm Beatrice, a long time patron of this establishment.”

“Oh... hello there! I'm Heather. Nice to meet you!” The two women shook hands ...