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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... “Madam.”

The line moved quickly and before long, the group found themselves face to face with the stern looking Domina. A military cap rested atop her luscious blonde hair which wove into a bun behind her. Thick black eyeliner and scarlet lipstick gave her an especially severe look. A name badge identified her as “Mistress Styx.”

“Name?” She asked with a quick scan of their little group. It was clear she'd already sussed out they were new to the club.

“Heather Bowen. Party of four” the bulky blonde answered eagerly.

“Ah yes, I have you here. Recommended by Miss Cunningham?”

“That's right. Is she here?”

“I know she was here earlier tonight. Not sure if she's still around. Do you know the rules?”

“Yes, I saw them on your website.”

“Then why isn't he on a leash?” Mistress Styx asked harshly, pointing her crop squarely at Marcus. His eyes went wide and his body tensed up. It looked like his fight-or-flight instinct was about to kick in.

“I'm sorry” Shireen spoke up. “I didn't get a chance to read the rules before we came tonight. Is that necessary?”

The leather Domme sighed. “It is required that any male inside the club be spoken for and accompanied by a woman at all times. Any male visitor found on their own will be punished and possibly banned. Having them collared and leashed avoids any confusion. It also means you can hand them off to another woman if you choose and they accept.”

“I'll stay on top of this one” Shireen assured her, nodding at ...

... Markus. “I promise.”

Mistress Styx smirked. “Just have him leashed next time. We don't like men walking around freely, acting like they own the place.” She marked Heather and her party off the list. “The rest is pretty straight forward. The rules for each room and floor are posted. Follow them. Respect the staff. Direct any questions you may have to the nearest club slave.”

She waved her crop to the left, pointing to another pair of double doors with a waiting pair of maids. “Right through there. Have a good time!”

The Hostess Domme smiled as Heather and Shireen stepped forth. Her expression faded into a cold stare as she watched Darius and Markus shuffle behind them.

“Welcome!” the second pair of maids said in unison before another large set of doors was opened. The foursome walked into the cavernous room and were immediately assaulted by thrumming music and a kaleidoscope of dark shades and bright colors. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement.

2 Unlimited's 'Twilight Zone' blasted from the central dance floor where at least a hundred and fifty dominant women, collared men and club sissy slaves were dancing, gyrating, humping and groping perversely. Cages hung suspended in the air, scattered around the main area with sissy sluts dancing in them wildly. The entire back wall was filled with giant monitors displaying showers of sparks, fireworks and fiery explosions among the depictions of women whipping, pegging, face sitting and engaging in other ...