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

... finding out how those worked.

He followed Heather back to the checkout counter to find Mistress Veronica waiting for them. She held up the oversized calculator with a cat-like grin on her face. Darius almost fainted when he saw the amount. One thousand, three hundred and seventy four dollars. Perhaps Miss Beatrice was a blessing after all.

“How are you paying?”

“Actually, Miss Beatrice has just offered to pay for our purchases” Heather relayed. “She said to put it on her account?”

“Oh, very good! Beatrice is one of our finest customers. Love that woman! A real gem.”

Veronica went to work filling out the requisite paperwork and recording the total to be billed to the old matron. Before she finished, Beatrice had returned holding a boxed metal cock cage in one hand.

“Add this to the bill, Miss Veronica.”

Veronica waved her hand dismissively. “On the house.”

Beatrice handed the ominous looking toy to Heather with a satisfied smile. “There are changing rooms right over there” she said, pointing to one corner of the store.

Heather nodded before collecting one of the butt plugs and a tube of Astroglide from their pile of purchases. She motioned for Darius to follow her as Veronica began bagging up the rest of their items. “Cmon, let's go Pookie!”

Pookie. Now she was using one of their cute nicknames in front of people they'd just met. When did this happen? How did Heather become so oddly comfortable in her own skin, suddenly? Mistress Veronica and ...

... Miss Beatrice were alien creatures to Darius, but in their presence, he was beginning to notice that Heather wasn't so different. In fact, she seemed to be drawing inspiration and confidence from both of them.

Darius sighed internally and followed his girlfriend. His anal deflowering and penis imprisonment awaited. Best to get it over with quickly.

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later a smiling Heather exited the changing area with a hurting boyfriend slowly waddling behind her. Darius grimaced as he tried to get used to the thick rubber plug lodged in his rectum and the cool metal cage surrounding his flaccid unit.

Each step forward brought fresh discomfort. The ring of his pucker was forcibly held open with the flat base of the toy crammed against his ass by the bottom of his jeans. His expression was something akin to a beaten dog as they came to a stop before Beatrice and Veronica. The two women were having a chat as they waited to see the results of their mischief.

Beatrice smiled as she observed his ginger steps and look of total resignation. She reached into her coat, extracted a business card and handed it to Heather. “If you're ever in need of guidance or just want someone to talk to, call any time. I'd love to hear how your new life is going! Perhaps we could get together, if you're so inclined.”

Heather accepted it gladly. “Thank you again for everything! I'm sure we'll be chatting soon.”

Veronica retrieved two large, heavy shopping bags containing all ...