Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 29) (Patreon)

Chapter 29

Tenderloin, Monday, 9 PM…

Mistress Patriot struck a pose for all the street people outside of House of Joy. The people stared. Gawked at her in that black and white BDSM Ms Patriot costume. Patriot Girl stood to her left, with Tabby to her right. While the sidekick wore her black and white leather version of her heroine costume, to match her mistress, the redhead only wore a black collar, a strappy harness that accentuated rather than cover her assets, and stiletto pumps. All three of their bodies gleamed with body oil.

Just for giggles and grins, Mistress Patriot led Patriot Girl over to the edge of the crowd. She picked out a very dirty looking homeless man, having him step forward and out of the crowd.

“Slave.”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Kneel and suck this poor, needy man off.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The busty blonde teen stepped up to the stunned homeless man. She gave him a quick kiss, grinned, and dropped to her knees. The raven-maned dominatrix watched with satisfaction as her slavegirl pulled out his cock, stroked it to hardness, and started kissing and licking. Satisfied the slave was going to do a good job, she then led Tabby to the other side of the club’s door, calling out an even older, dirtier looking homeless man.

“This is Tabby, the dominatrix formerly known as Mistress Tabitha,” she called out over the crowd. “Tables turn. The mighty fall. I took her out to Jade Manor for the weekend… Yada yada yada, I present to you the happy slavegirl, Tabby.”

People applauded. Some laughed. Others cheered or jeered. The homeless man looked across the way at Patriot Girl on her knees, pigtails bouncing as she bobbed on another homeless man’s dick, and he quickly unfastened his pants and dropped them. The softest of grunts escaped Tabby.

Mistress Patriot grinned with wicked glee. “Slave. Tabby, you know what to do. Suck that cock. Suck that cock!”

The crowd started the chant, “Suck that cock! Suck that cock!”

Tabby dropped to her knees, crawled up to him, and wrapped a hand around his member. She slanted begging eyes back up at her mistress. No succor coming from Mistress Patriot, who just quirked a brow. So Tabby sucked in a deep breath, and started teasing the homeless man’s pisshole. Soon she was giving him intense head. To everyone’s amazement, the homeless guy didn’t come. Didn’t prematurely ejaculate under such intense flaccido. So Tabby went down on him, taking the homeless dick to the back of her throat right off. He jerked and cried out, hands combing deep into her silky soft hair.

Damn, he looks happy, Mistress Patriot thought. Just like my heroine days of old, I’m helping the common man on the street. I’m a BDSM heroine.

“Mmm,” Tabby moaned. “Mmm.” Slurp. “Mmmmmmm.”

Watching Tabby repeatedly take that dirty old man to the back of her tongue, but not down her throat, Mistress Patriot waited until just the right moment. Tabby went down on him. The black and white clad ex-heroine lifted a stiletto-heeled foot, placed it on the back of Tabby’s head, and shoved her further down that cock. Forced the redheaded slave to take him down her throat.

“Look at my pet, Tabby, deep-throating this nice man.”

Apparently that was more that the homeless man could endure. He clutched Tabby’s head tightly, thrusting hard and all the way in. Her glossy red lips encircled the base of his dick, and he sighed gustily. Shot his wad straight down her throat. Tabby looked surprised, but started working her tongue, lips, and throat as he came twice more. The last ejaculation into her mouth, coating her tongue with his spunk.

“Mmmmgh.”

“Tabby love, love, LOVES the taste of cum,” Mistress Patriot purred. “Such a good little slavegirl.”

Laughter, with more biting jeers aimed at Tabby, made Mistress Patriot smile. Then she tugged on the leash, before leading the crawling slave back over to Patriot Girl. The blonde was busy licking the now spent and smiling homeless man’s cock and balls perfectly clean.

“You’re the best slave girl ever, Patriot Girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I try to please you in everything I do.”

Mistress Patriot got both slaves on their feet, turned them to face each other, faces so close.

“Make out,” she commanded softly. “Make it hot.”

Patriot Girl’s full red lips slowly parted, head tilting. Tabby mirrored, both slaves looking hyper aroused and ready to go. A low groan rose up from the crowd as their glossy red lips merged into a deep, open-mouth kiss. Delicate feminine hands clutched and explored as they moaned and groan, really getting into that makeout session.

The crowd stared open-mouth, watching raptly.

“My friends, this is just a small example of all the fun we have every single night in the House of Joy,” Mistress Patriot shouted. “I invite you to become members. Join us. Indulge in the kinkier side of life.”

Mistress Patriot turned on a heel, and struck out toward the front door. “Heel!”

She led the two hot and sexy slavegirls inside. A much larger than usual attendance greeted them. The main parlor was packed with leather and latex clad members, and kinkily attired staff and slaves. Mistress Patriot strutted all around, parading her two favorite slavegirls at the same time. While no one dared reach out and touch her, that couldn’t be said about the slavegirls. Tabby especially got molested.

Stopping twice, she commanded her slaves to suck off members. On the house. Then she strutted up to the throne and struck a classic super heroine pose, legs wide and fists on hips.

“Slaves,” she commanded. “Attend to my boots.”

Tabby and Patriot Girl dropped to all fours, and then started kissing and licking boot. The members watched raptly as the redhead and blonde slowly licked their way up their mistress’ boots. Up her bare thighs, and then bury their faces in her crotch. While they didn’t pulled her bottoms out of the way, they did lick, kiss, and nuzzle her leather sheathed pussy.

“That’s good,” she finally said. “Kneel. Present your bodies to the members.”

They turned around, remaining on their knees, and bowed their backs to thrust out their tits. The members stared at them with lusty eyes. Mistress Patriot smiled, and sat upon her throne.

“A new reign as begun. Queen Tabitha is thrown down. Queen Jennifer has risen. As Mistress Patriot you can expect a more generous queen. More fun. More time with slaves, on the house. I’m not here to drain your purses, my friends, but to bring joy to our lives. Wild, wicked, BDSM joy. Long may the House of Joy flourish!”

The members cheered.

She waved over Madame Vu and Lady Spite. “Share my slaves with the members. Tonight everything is on the house. Drinks. Rooms upstairs. Slaves…”

She handed Tabby’s leash to Madame Vu. Patriot Girl went to Lady Spite. The two staff dominatrixes led the shapely beauties into the crowd, and started giving their mouths and bodies to one and all. Mistress Patriot sat back, crossed her legs, and watched with a serene smile on her face.

“Life is good,” she purred. “The kinky life is even better.”