1. Silver


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

    the transformation, trying to ignore the almost-constant encouragement from Sil. Thus he was unprepared for the wide silver-studded black leather collar strapped comfortably but snugly onto his neck. Part of the new fashion, he was helpfully informed, as if that would make a difference. Then he saw himself in the full-length mirror - or at least, he thought it was himself. Despite the hairs on his arms, he found to his surprise that he was passable as a female, albeit a tall, large one. Not that he enjoyed any of this humiliation of course, ignoring his rebellious cock, excited despite the amount of alcohol he had already imbibed, the apprehension in his gut and the restraint placed upon it by the black women's knickers and the corselette; it still strained to make its presence known at the front of his dress. He wrapped his arms around himself, as if cold, as Silver clasped his shoulders from behind, whispering in his ear. 'You look superb, Darling,' She reached down and around and touched his bulge. 'l'm glad you feel the same way.' Tony didn't know how he felt. He was too afraid to find out. 'Make me a drink - gin and tonic,' she told him. Tony waited in the living room while she dressed as per her request. For a moment he tried to access the Cybernet terminal and read the files on Biomech instructions available on the Net to all owners, but for some reason he couldn't even call the Emergency Services. He pulled back from the terminal when he heard her voice. She entered, ...
    her hair pinned up in no-nonsense fashion, wearing a dress nearly identical to his own, but with high heels, a longline black jacket with red trim, and a long length of thin silver chain, winding down and around her like a snake, from her neck, between her breasts, and coiling to a stop at her crotch. The stereo came to life as she approached him - one of her remote control capabilities - and as some woman belted out a century-old song about a dark lady, and he stood there dumbly, she repeated, 'Well? Where's my drink?' Tony had it half-prepared before he even realised what he was doing, and carried it to her. She sipped cautiously, as if it could really affect her - Mark XIIs could ingest food and drink for appearance's sake, passing it out through the appropriate orifices in a compacted if unmetabolised state - and made a show of looking him over and smacking her lips. If possible, this made him feel even more self-conscious. 'Not bad, girl.' Somewhere beneath his inebriated, humiliated state, Tony felt a stab of rebellion, 'This has gone too far, Sil-' 'Not far enough yet, lover.' Casually she dropped her glass, ignoring the remains of her drink seeping into the carpet, reached out and took him by the wrist. 'Let's dance.' She didn't wait for his consent, taking him into her arms and leading, subtly first, then overtly. He fought this dominance but it resulted in her stepping on his toes with her hundred-kilo steel body, until he stopped. His head swayed beneath the wig, ...
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