1. My New Need


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: subjaye, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It made a loud, &#034Thwack&#034 and I jumped a little being startled by the loudness of the sound. He sat the cane down on the bench, and turned to me and began to undress me. First my blouse and then he unbuttoned my short skirt and unzipped it letting it fall to the floor. Dack unclasped my bra and taking the blouse and bra told me to pick up my skirt and remove my panties. He took them to the bar where my purse was and then came back to where he was holding something in his hand. It was chrome and I knew it was a chastity device and he was going to put it on me. Well I was completely hard and he had to pinch me to get me soft enough to put it on. He told me that it would keep my boi clit out of harms way. Dack picked up the cane and popping the padded part of the bench told me to bend over there. I did and he told me to open my mouth and I held the cane in my mouth while he put the restraints on my wrists and tightened them real tight. Next he secured my ankles to the bench and then finally buckled a strap right across the upper part of my butt. For sure there was no turning back at this point and I was shaking more and more and I couldn’t stop. Dack took his cane from my mouth and began swing it making swishing noises as he walked in circles around me. He asked if I was scared and told me to try and calm down so I could enjoy his cane. After this last circle he moved a free standing mirror from the corner of the room and put it behind me and now looking at the mirror on ...
    the wall in front of me I could see my butt pretty good. He made a couple of circles again and then without any warning he stopped and let go 10 strokes (or cuts as he calls them) in rapid succession. Around the 4th or 5th one I let out a loud squeal and then it was over. I was huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath and trying to listen to what Dack was saying. For some reason I wasn’t ready when he stopped his latest circle and delivered a cut and then 9 more, “Swish-Twack, Swish-Twack” over and over one right after another. I let out a couple of yells of pain and then his latest attack was over. I was still trying to breathe and now snot was coming out of my nose, and I had begun to sweat even though it wasn’t very hot. But my butt was hot. Already it was a mass of heat and with the mirrors I could see the redness and knew that I would have a butt full of bruises in the morning. On the last circle he stopped and tapped my right shoulder asking if it was cramping and I tried to look in that direction and then another 10 cuts were delivered and somewhere in those cuts my tears found the way out of my eyes. With the HRT I find I cry more easily and sometimes for no reason. He circled me around and around swishing his cane and stopping every once in awhile to look at his cane or swish it back and forth and now he stopped on my left side. Dack got into position and I barely had enough time to mentally prepare for the next 10 cuts. These like the ones before came quickly ...
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