For you sluts and strokers that haven’t been following along, your Femdom Princess and Milf Mistress have been passing a story back and fourth. It started with Part 1, “Caught with His Cock in His Hands.” Next came part 2, “Watch Your Head Stupid.” Now comes the next installment of our kinky interrogation fantasy.
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Officer Molly pulled into a dimly lit parking lot on 18th Street. Under the faint, orange glow of the street lamps, an eclectic assortment of sissy boys piled into the tiny club. Wearing pink feather boas, micro minis in hideous colors, high heels, blatantly fake, enormous wigs, and other tacky things that no “real” woman would ever wear, their giggles, screams, and cheers were causing quite a disturbance.
The panty pervert, who sat handcuffed (with his pants still down) in the backseat of the squad car, was sobbing and muttering apologies through the pair of red, silky panties that gagged him. “Look here when you try to mumble, bitch boy,” Sgt. Vivian laughed, pointing at the dashboard cam that was recording the entire fiasco.
After checking their makeup and calling for backup, the femdom police women exited the squad car. Sgt. Vivian wore her infamous nightstick at her side, and dragged the panty pervert out by his shirt. He nearly stumbled on his own pants, which were of course down to his ankles. A swift spanking from Vivian’s nightstick was more than enough to get him walking again.
As the club’s patrons saw the dominant women approach–Vivian’s black stilettos and Molly’s maryjanes clicking upon the asphalt–some of the sissy sluts tried to flee, but most ended up toppling over in their own 5 inch heels. One of the fruity club-goers even dropped to his knees and begged to be arrested for his faggoty ways!
Vivian was the first to enter the club, kicking the door in with her powerful, sexy legs. As she strut through the club’s lobby and stood before the dance floor, dragging the panty pervert behind her, Molly’s characteristically sweet, gentle voice took on a strict, angry tone that was loud and powerful enough to boom over “Funkytown” (the faggoty song which blared throughout the room).
Molly said, “No one try to escape, or you will be arrested and brought to jail…none of you crossdressers, trannies, and cock suckers wants to spend the night in the county lockup, now do you?”
Vivian added, “We warned you about disturbing the peace with your noise, trashy outfits, and those lewd acts that go on in the back. So, we’ve brought a panty pervert with us to help teach you a lesson about obeying the law!”
Amidst the sissified ooohs and ahhhhs that emanated from the crowd, Vivian pushed the panty pervert to his knees, right at the center of the dancefloor.
A lesson in humiliation was about to begin.
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In what ways could your femdom policewomen possibly use the panty pervert to teach those disobedient little sissies a lesson? If you want to write yourself into the story, e-mail either Viv or I to schedule a two Mistress phone sex session!
Stay tuned to www.femdomain.com for the next installment!
~Molly~
Your Femdom Phone Sex Princess
Yahoo IM: Empress.Molly
Phone: 800-356-6169
Poor alledged Perp! By the way everyone is scurring for over coats, I so believe the lesson has been learned.
I’m hungry – lets get the bad boy in the car and ride through DD.
Whether your interrogation calls are gentle or hardcore, there’s something so erotic about getting the information you want from your submissive. Kudos for finding ways to make them all talk…