You're here, you're queer, and thankful to be at a girl's bar for the first time in a long time. The Pussy Cat Club might have been an obvious name, but the girls there are really hot. You also notice that they are also mostly butch. You're looking forward to a nice lesson in pain, pleasure, and domination. That moist feeling between your legs starts getting damper. You have a feeling that your going to get fucked hard tonight.
You're dressed to kill. Tonight you're wearing your favorite clingy red velvet dress with a plunging neckline. Underneath you're wearing a red garter belt, matching silk stockings, and a red, lacy, g-string. Your don't wear a bra tonight because you love the way the fabric caresses your breasts and engorge your nipples. Your nipples stand out prominently against the thin fabric. The matching fuck-me pumps complete the outfit. Around your neck is a silver chain upon which hangs a large silver cross, and the matching fetish earrings just complete your delectable juicy look. As you go up to the bar you're thinking that a little hot wax, restraints, and a riding crop might be fun tonight. Naturally, you trip on your way to the bar. You fall forward and reveal your shapely unmarked ass. You get up blushing.
The bartender says "Baby, you are going to start a fight here tonight." You turn beet red and order a vodka and cranberry juice on the rocks. You notice two pretty butch girls coming your way. They look like they want to have a little fun with you tonight.
"Come on, you little red slut, come and lick Daddy's boots," the blond one yells out. You decide to comply. On your knees, you slowly begin on Daddy's boot. The other girl is now lightly spanking your ass.
"Very good, my new slut," she says, "now come with us."
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