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

... briefly.

“The pleasure is mine. I hope I'm not being too nosy, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation...”

Darius grimaced and crossed his arms. He wouldn't even bother trying to introduce himself this time.

“I'm sorry if we were being too loud.”

“Not at all, my child. In fact, it was refreshing to hear you just now! It brings back memories. Also, it gives me hope for the future when I hear a young woman asserting herself.”

“You said you're a long time patron? Isn't this store fairly new?” Heather inquired.

“New location, my dear. Old store that's had many names over the years.”

“I see. Is there something I can do for you?”

“No, but there's something I can do for

YOU

, I hope.”

Heather liked the sound of that. She clasped her hands in front of her as the daring duchess continued.

“I'm a woman of considerable means and this isn't the first time I've offered to help a young woman begin her journey of self discovery. I'd be happy to set you up, all expenses paid. I have only one condition.”

“And what's that, Miss Beatrice?”

The older woman leaned in to the point that Darius could barely hear her, but he listened carefully.

“That young buck walks out of here wearing a butt plug and a cock cage.”

“WHAT?!?” Darius raised his hands, completely incredulous.

The matron turned, a fury building in her piercing, cerulean eyes. “

SILENCE

young man! Your betters are speaking.”

“Darius, you were just worrying about the ...

... expense! This very generous woman has offered to pay for our order! Thank her immediately!”

“But baby...”

“

NOW

!”

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before Darius put his hands back in his pockets.

“Thank you kindly, Miss Beatrice.”

Without missing a beat the older woman closed in on Darius, getting uncomfortably close to his face.

“How big is your cock? Flaccid and hard.”

Terror and humiliation shot through his spine for the second time that day. He swallowed air in a nervous gulp, his glands ready to release beads of sweat any second as the heat of embarrassment washed over him.

“Answer her! Now!” Heather instructed, folding her arms below her breasts.

“Ummm... about three to four inches flaccid, Mam. Six and a half inches hard.”

Darius couldn't believe he'd just said it out loud. He'd never shared anything that personal in his entire life with a total stranger, let alone in a public setting.

The mature, leather clad Domina pulled her stony gaze from the nervous young man and turned back to Heather. “I'll pick out a cage for him. Tell Mistress Veronica that your purchases go on my tab.”

“Thank you so much, Beatrice!” Heather gushed with a warm smile.

“It's my pleasure, child. I'll be right back.”

Darius watched her saunter down the center of the store before turning into one of the aisles with purpose. He had to assume she was intimately familiar with where the “cock cages” were located. He wasn't looking forward to ...