Mistress Cruel Love – Chapter 2 – Total Commitment
The feminization of Darius continues as he encounters dominant women at every turn. , “Pookie, go fetch me a bag of apples.”
“Apples? What kind of apples?”
“You know the kind. The good kind! Empire apples. None of those tasteless Cortland’s or sour Granny Smiths. Good Empire apples from New York.”
“Baby, I don’t even like apples.”
“Too bad, you’re going to starting eating them. You’re not a kid anymore. It’s time to clean up your diet.”
*SMACK*
Heather delivered a firm swat to his ass for his minor back-talk. She grinned deviously while pointing in the direction of the apple bins. Darius was startled by her sudden assault and glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had witnessed her antics. No one seemed to be looking, this time.
“Yes, dear.”
He plodded off to the carts and tables of fresh fruit, his ass smarting sharply. His pucker and ass cheeks were aching from the last two nights of relentless pounding by his girlfriend. She had been a harsh and borderline insatiable Mistress in the bedroom. His soft cock was doing no better. His sore unit had only recently become accustomed to the restrictive metal cage after two weeks of being locked in perpetual chastity.
Heather had recently pushed him to get his ears pierced. Darius didn’t mind, since there was “manly” jewelry he could wear when they were out in public. The faux-diamond studs he was rocking now were a fine example. Heather insisted on this so she could decorate his ears with girly adornments whenever she dressed him up for bedroom play. She’d even given Darius a special set of pearl earrings to wear with his maid costume. He had mixed feelings about these recent changes in their sex life, but she allowed him to maintain autonomy over his wardrobe outside of the bedroom. Plus it made her happy, so Darius had acquiesced to her demands.
He approached the fruit section and skipped past the barrels of singular apples to the station where bags of apples were laid out. He grabbed a bag without a second glance and headed back to their cart. He was dressed simply for their shopping excursion in cargo pants, work boots and a black t-shirt. Heather, on the other hand, was wearing a golden fish-net top through which you could see patches of her pasty white skin and the black bra underneath. Below that was a short, black pleather skirt that ended just above her knee-high leather boots.
Darius smiled. Some might have described Heather’s look as “trashy”, but he loved it. Her outfit was tight and it showed off her pudgy curves wonderfully. His cock ached to be released from its bondage and allowed to dive into his big, beautiful Goddess for the first time in weeks. He strolled back to the cart with a horny grin on his face.
As he approached, Heather was also beaming. She waited until Darius bent over to put the apples in the cart before she pulled the massive cucumber from behind her back and jammed it into his butt crack.
“AHHHHH!” Darius shouted as he almost fell over. The cart jangled as he grabbed it tightly to maintain his balance. “What the hell!?!”
Darius’ sphincter seared from the sudden jab.
“Haha! Feel familiar?” She held up the long, green dildo-looking vegetable and stroked it up in down with her other hand. “I should make you suck it, right here in the store…”
“Baby, please…”
“But I won’t, because I’m a nice Mistress.”
Darius sighed internally. She was doing stuff like this more and more; getting into character even when they weren’t at home. Heather was enjoying her dominant side more every day. He didn’t mind as long as they weren’t putting on a show for a bunch of strangers, but it still made him nervous in public.
“Don’t be surprised when the next strap-on is this thick! We’re sizing up again soon.”
“Yes, dear.”
He knew better than to protest her declaration. Heather had become obsessed with getting him to take larger cocks. It felt like her new mission in life and Darius’ raw ass was a constant reminder of it.
“Ugh… Pookie, these are bruised.”
“Bruised? What you mean?”
“I mean, it feels like some kid dropped this bag out of a cart and ruined them. You have to FEEL the fruit to make sure it’s still good!”
“Sorry babe, I didn’t know.”
“How did you go this long without learning the basics of grocery shopping? Whatever… Take these back and pick out another.”
“Yes, dear.” He took the bag of apples and turned back in the direction of the fruit section.
*SMACK*
Darius grimaced as his ass was blistered with her palm yet again. This one was harder and louder than the previous swat.
“And do it right this time! Make sure they’re HARD.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Darius noticed a woman who’d just brought her shopping cart to a halt. She was staring in their direction with wide-open eyes. The woman stifled a laugh before looking away and resuming her shopping.
Darius’ face burned with embarrassment as he hurried along to follow Heather’s commands.
* * * * *
It was approaching five o’clock the next day and Darius was aching after eight long hours of work. It wasn’t just his limbs that were sore, but his ass. Heather had given him an especially hard fucking after the grocery trip. It seemed like bossing him around in the supermarket and spanking him in front of strangers had really turned her on. Their nightly ritual was something she jokingly called “triple D.” Dinner, douching and dicking. DEEP dicking in his ever expanding pucker.
Darius had finished the routine checks of his weld terminals. The batteries for his tools had to be cleaned and tightened every fifty hours of use. That work was complete, but he wasn’t done for the day just yet. Some of his equipment had taken dings throughout the week and now it was time to fix them. He approached his work bench and moved to open the vice attached to the side of the table. He couldn’t get it to budge. It was locked up tight.
“Goddammit…”
He hated being one of the smallest guys on the crew. Most of the men in their shop were six feet or taller and well built. An inconvenience like this would be no problem for them, but Darius always had to ask for help. Would there even be anyone to help at this hour? It was time to go find out.
Darius exited the shop, removed his safety helmet and walked to the break room as fast as he could. If he was lucky, he could catch someone on their way out. He walked down a few hallways, turned the corner into the break room and found it empty… except for Rhonda.
‘Fuck! Yep, that’s my luck.’
Rhonda was a giant of a woman. Dark skinned like Darius, but you wouldn’t call her a black beauty. She was pretty butch, with a stony face that resembled a fleshy wall and a broad forehead. Her dark hair fell in dreads all around her head and she was dressed in the customary thick blue cover-alls of their trade that almost looked like a prison uniform. It seemed she was having a snack before heading home.
Darius assumed she was a lesbian when they first met, but that notion was dispelled rather quickly. Rhonda had made advances toward him many times. Some were innocent flirtations and others were more serious, bordering on inappropriate interactions between colleagues. She’d continued even after Darius made it clear he had a girlfriend. She obviously didn’t care.