Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... what he needed: Top Care Acetaminophen. 500 mg Extra Strength. 100 capsules. It wasn't name brand, but it would do.

He grabbed the small bottle and hurriedly moved to the front counter to pay for it. Darius wanted to get this errand over with as quickly as possible. The looks of disgust, gazes of intrigue and colorful comments he'd received on the way here had already put him on edge.

Darius got in line and a woman walked up behind him. He retrieved his wallet from the front of his dress as they waited for the man at the front of the line to pay for his booze and lottery tickets.

“Nice dress, honey. I like the shoes too!” the woman behind him said with a chuckle.

Darius froze. He wasn't sure what to do. He pretended he hadn't heard her over the low hum of filler pop music playing in the store.

Finally, the man in front of him collected his brown paper bag of vices and moved to exit. Darius walked forward and found himself face-to-face with an amused looking middle-aged woman. She had curly red hair and wore a white apron over her clothes. She eyed him up and down, her eyebrows arching as he drew near.

“Oh my god! Another sissy in a dress? Is it just me or has there been a five-fold increase in bitch-made sissies lately?!?”

The woman behind Darius laughed, cutting off her guffaws with a hand over her mouth. His nerves spiked and his heartbeat shot through the roof. His palm was sweaty around the bottle of meds as he set it on the counter and nodded at ...

... it.

“That'll be all.”

The clerk ignored him. “So, is this something you enjoy? Or is it a 'Mistress made me do it' kind of thing?”

“Mam, that's really none of your business.”

“Oh, lighten up! I'm just making conversation” she said with a wave of her hand. “That means you like it, right?”

“Please just ring me out. I don't want to file a complaint with the owner, but-”

“I AM the owner” she cut him off with a sneer.

There was a few seconds of silence that felt like an eternity before Darius spoke again.

“Ma'am, please, my girlfriend is waiting.”

“I bet she is! With a BIG, FAT STRAP-ON!”

The women behind Darius burst into a fit of laughter. More women must have gotten in the queue while the haughty ginger took him to task. He didn't know if she was really the owner, but it didn't matter. He could hear multiple female voices behind him, chortling at his expense. The cruel clerk grinned as his shame took hold. The worst part was his rapidly stiffening penis. Blood flowed to his trapped unit, engorging it until it pressed painfully against the sides of his cock cage.

The woman finally tired of her games and picked up the bottle to scan his purchase. “Seven fifty nine” she stated flatly.

Darius heard the other women making comments under their breath as he paid for the meds. They exchanged lewd remarks about his dress, body and heels. His face burned with embarrassment as he waited to complete the transaction. The redhead took her time counting out his ...