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

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... another garment or accessory to add to his ensemble. Black arm-gloves extended all the way past his elbows and white stockings crept up to mid-thigh. Light, wispy petticoats traveled from his waist down to his knees and under them, silky ruffle panties encircled his locked manhood snugly.

He couldn't deny these garments felt amazing on his bare skin. Darius couldn't think of another time when the simple act of wearing clothes put him in such constant communication with his body. Every turn, every bending motion, every flourish made his entire form tingle with the thrill of forced femininity.

Darius wished his chastity cage was off, if only so he could feel that wonderful velvet texture against his cock. He knew better than to ask for luxuries, though. He was beginning to wonder if Heather would ever unlock him again.

No sooner did he think about his big, beautiful woman than she walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a tight, mint green top and light purple shorts; one hand clasped to her forehead. Her body was almost Easter egg-like in the combination of pastel colors. She eyed Darius with a look of pure irritation.

“You're still not finished dusting? Get moving! You got other chores.”

Her thick body brushed past him, her pudgy curves pressing against his frilly uniform as she headed for the bathroom with her palm clutching the top of her head.

“I'm almost finished. You ok, baby?”

He heard Heather open the cabinet and rattle around the shelves, ...

... looking for something. Moments later she reappeared.

“No, I'm not ok! I have a splitting fuckin headache and we're out of Tylenol!”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry, just go get me some!”

“Get some... where?”

“The convenience store on the corner. It's not far.”

“I... I better get changed.”

Heather's expression turned furious, her eyes glaring in disbelief. “You're going to make me wait when I'm in pain?!?”

Darius opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He had nothing to say that wouldn't make things worse. He was mortified. Darius knew this day was coming, but he'd hoped it wouldn't be so soon. He was going to reveal his new self to the world.

“GO! NOW!” she shouted, no doubt exacerbating her condition.

He dropped his duster and snapped into action; stopping only at the entrance of their room to grab his wallet. Lacking any pockets, he stuffed it down the front of his dress and headed for the door, the silky petticoats swishing all around him.

As he stepped into the hallway, Darius hoped the store was as close as he remembered. The pavement wouldn't be kind to his high heels and his feet were already killing him.

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Darius was visibly sweating. He prayed that his makeup wasn't running too bad. The cross-dressing maid looked up and down the medicine shelf at the convenience store's meager offerings. It was no pharmacy, but it had most of the things you might need in a pinch. He scanned the rack of pain relievers until he found ...