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

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... S&M acts on obedient men.

The sissies were everywhere; not just the dance floor. The vast majority of them were dressed as French maids, but there were the occasional “playboy bunny” types and ones dressed more like feminized hookers as well. The ones that weren't dancing were either ferrying drinks to guests or more directly servicing the women in their booths. Some of the sissy maids acted as footstools, others were worshiping women's boots, and many were just a pair of stocking-clad legs sticking out of a frilly skirt; their faces buried under mounds of female ass.

The outskirts of the huge room, where all the booths were lined, was dimly lit with candles on every table. Neon lights cast an eerie glow across each row of seats. The center area was illuminated with swirling party lights. Looking up, you could see the club's floors ascend into a bizarre form of Femdom heaven where white light became more prominent. Each time there was a lull in the music, a loud whipcrack or firm swat could be heard floating down from the upper levels, followed by the yelp of a bound man.

The upper floors of escalating pain and perversion weren't the only attractions either. The gigantic bar was positioned under the huge, flashing monitors at the back. Off to the right was the entrance to a community center. A large, brightly lit board advertised classes in all kinds of kinky activities and Femdom culture.

To the left, there was an entrance to an ominous hallway with the word ...

... DUNGEON in bright red lights and an arrow pointing downward. One could only assume the most salacious acts took place down there once agreements between all parties had been reached.

“Oh my god! THIS IS AMAZING!!!” Heather shouted. She was in love with the club instantly.

“I heard it was nice, but this is something else!” Shireen exclaimed, nodding in agreement and smiling broadly.

Darius and Markus just stood there, stupefied. The song blasting over the speakers was only too appropriate. It didn't feel real. It felt like some alternate dimension that was slowly swallowing the 'real' world. It was a transformation they were powerless to stop.

“Let's take a tour!” Shireen suggested. She was clearly excited to see more of the palace of perversion.

“Absolutely” Heather responded. “But first, I need to visit the ladies roo-”

“DARIUS?!?!?”

They turned, collectively, in the direction the voice had come from. All four of them were surprised, but only Darius felt a lightning bolt of nervous energy shoot down his spine. Why, of all places, did someone have to recognize him here within a few minutes of entering? Standing just fifteen feet away was the first BBW he'd ever had a crush on.

His tenth grade math teacher stood before him, looking more rotund than ever. Her brunette hair spilled down to breast level. Red latex slid down her beefy curves in the form of a halter dress; squeezing her ample, white flesh lovingly in the embrace of sultry rubber. Knee-high red ...