1. Silver


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, First Time, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    diminished. If anything, it had grown fiercer. 'Oh, yes. That turns me on.' She half-lay over him, tongue-kissing as she rubbed his crotch, making him come more quickly than he could imagine. Tony drank more; he found it helped. Over the following days Silver had &#034encouraged&#034 him to wear her knickers all the time, while she wore his boxers. Admittedly the sex was even better during those times, though he was certain it was because of Silver, rather than any arousal on his part. Yes, that had to be it. Then came the stockings, secretly purchased in his size. That took more persuading, but inevitably he found himself being taught how to properly draw them up over his legs. More persuading, and he had his legs depilated. It was bizarre how the material hugged the entirety of his legs, like the trousers of a rubber wetsuit, only lighter and sleeker. Admittedly they didn't feel bad - until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. But she rewarded him each time, with a passion that bordered on ferocity. He'd drawn the line at the dress and wig. No, he repeated adamantly, slamming a fist into his open palm in a rare moment of proud machismo. You'll not get me to do that! In response, Silver fucked him - just. There was no response from her, none of the accustomed moans and climaxes and pleas for more; such was her inertia that he didn't know whether to embrace her or embalm her. She never spoke to him except to answer questions, stopped preparing her special meals, ...
    stopped singing as she cleaned the house. In short, she was little better than a Mark III Housebox. After the fifth night, and nearly a fifth of Scotch, he relented. And Silver smiled. The wig was long and red, and, with his own hair under a net, wearable; when he turned his head, he could see the silver crescent moon clip-on earrings, hear them jingle. His face, scrubbed clean with eyebrows trimmed, were now adorned with bright apple-red lipstick and blue eyeshadow. The underwear was a complicated arrangement, making him wonder how women can keep track of it all. There was a frilly black bra, of course; even with further adjusting, the strap felt tight across his chest and back. Heavy silicon gel bubbles were safety-glued onto his nipples, so that he could properly appreciate the brassiere, and a form-fitting corselette shaped his stomach and hips into a more feminine frame, though he thought he might pass out from it if he had to bend down. Then there were the satin knickers, garter belt and stockings, all making him feel encased and controlled, but these as least he had had weeks to grow accustomed to them. The dress that Silver had ordered for him was a slinky black sleeveless model of fitted stretch sateen, with a shockingly low neckline that could afford much cleavage, had it existed, and a hemline that barely dipped between the tops of his stockings. He even had women's black shoes, though these at least were mercifully low-heeled. Tony kept his eyes shut through most of ...
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