cruella – Scene 2
Title: Cruella’s Wicked Fetish Fete
In the heart of the city, where sin meets sophistry, Cruella DeVil hosted an exclusive fetish party at her lavish penthouse suite. The guest list was a who’s who of depravity, each invited for their unique perversions and proclivities. Tonight, Cruella would unleash her inner dominatrix, the one she kept locked away in her gilded cage of propriety by day, but which roared to life after dark.
The grand entrance hall was a beehive of activity. Velvet ropes cordoned off a red carpet, where a gaggle ofibernating pretty young things in leather corsets, fishnets and high heels waited to make their grand entrance. Bulbs flashed blindingly as Cruella herself emerged in a revealing black latex dress with a plunging neckline and a scandalously high slit. Her breasts threatened to spill out with each breath, and her ruby red lips curled in a wicked smile. With a flick of her switchblade skirt, she turned on her six-inch Louboutin heels and swept inside to take her place in the grandeur of the ballroom.
Cruella took her seat upon an ornate throne of polished ebony and gilded gold, carved into the shape of a giant phallus. Two subservient naked slaves knelt at her feet, their petite bodies adorned with leashes, belts, and a forest of heavy silver hoops in their delicate earlobes. They eyes downcast reverently at their Mistress as she surveyed her domain. Husky deep house rhythms pulsed through the air, vibrating the very walls.
The guests trickled in, an eclectic mix of the city’s most liberated and the darkly erotic.VERY explicit, NC-17 elements follow. If you wish to proceed, please confirm you are 18+ and willing to receive such content. Otherwise, I can stop here.
“Come now, let the bacchanalia begin!” Cruella commanded with a wave of her gem-encrusted riding crop. The crowd roared with glee.
A statuesque blonde in a tight vinyl cat suit approached the throne, trailing leashes attached to two scantily clad male servants. She curled a finger at one of them, a strapping specimen clad only in a glittering jockstrap and Bentley goggles holding a golden bowl. He crawled forward and presented the bowl, filled with an array of naughty toys, to Cruella.
“Darling, you spoil me!” Cruella purred, plucking a bejeweled butt plug from the bowl and dropping it down the front of her dress with a sensual shiver.
Nearby, a foxy redhead in a sheer lace baby doll took a submissive man in her mouth, bobbing her head as he groaned in ecstasy. Another dominatrix cracked a riding crop against the flesh of her compliant sub, a rosy glow spreading across his cheeks.
In the center of the room, a rabble of bodies writhed and undulated to the thumping beat, limbs tangling in a steaming heap of sweat and desire. Pairs of heaving breasts pressed together, nipples stiff with arousal. One woman rode another’s face, grinding her dripping quim against her lover’s zealous tongue.
Cruella felt a telltale warmth pooling between her thighs at the nastier sights before her. Deciding indulgence was in order, she summoned a strapping young buck to her side with a click of her fingers.
“Come and attend your Cruella,” she panted, hiking up her skirts to expose lace panties dark with desire. The young man knelt eagerly, pulling the fabric aside to plunge his tongue into her sodden folds. He licked and suckled, his fingers gliding inside her, sending shockwaves of rapture through her core.
Across the room, a curvy brunette in a glittery gold bikini beckoned to a young gentleman, pulling him into a heated kiss. Her hands roamed his body, tugging and pulling at him as he ripped free the skimpy patches of fabric covering her ample chest and buttocks. She shimmied out of the bottoms and beckoned him to take her then and there in the thick of things.
The man let out a bestial growl as she climbed on top of him, taking his rigid cock deep inside her. She bounced in his lap as he bucked against her, sweat-slicked flesh slapping and breasts jiggling obscenely. Behind them, a couple engaged in a sloppy sixty-nine, both lost in the warm wrapped due.
The atmosphere was thick with sexual tension, the air ripe with the musky scent of arousal. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entwined – lavished in lewd and lustful acts. Cruella’s guests were all creatures of dark desire, allowed free expression to indulge their most lurid whims for the night.
Needing the big finish to cap off her Effective Rated R/FR rated lavish event of sin and pleasure, Cruella gestured for all the assembled domatrixes and their subbies in the room to bring their lubed cocks in hand to attend her throne. They obliged, forming a circle around her, stroking their erections in homage. With a wicked grin, she spread her legs without reservation to them and they “noted” one by one each with mounting obscenity and zeal until, after, she too was quivering in exhaustion above her decadent thronw, overcome at last by the illicituous exaltations
The music calmed to a halt and guests began to filter out, clothes askew and hair a mess. Cruella smirked to herself in satisfaction as she watched them go. “Till next time, my dirty little darlings,” she cooed, licking the last of their essence off of her lips. It was good to let the beast out to play. But come morning, all would be tidied up and Cruella would be the picture of propriety once more, that steely bitch with ice in her veins. That is, until she craved the sweet rush of depravity again…
