1. Silver


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

    his stomach swayed within the corselette. Silver seemed taller now, and not just because of her high heels, and she had to bend down to whisper in his ear. 'You've some good moves, girlfriend.' She reached down behind him with and squeezed his cheeks. 'But you have some nerve, wearing the same outfit as me.' Finally he broke free from her, pulling off his wig. 'Right, that's enough! I've had it with this program, and I want it cancelled - now!' The music stopped - Silver's doing again - and she stood, hands on hips, tapping one foot impatiently. 'Put that wig back on, bitch. Now.' It was still clutched in one hand, like a strangled mink. Now he flung it to the floor. 'You fucking wear it! I've had it with you-' He had turned to reaccess the Cybernet, but more quickly than he could have imagined she was at his side, gripping his wrists like twin vices. He struggled, swore and kicked with all his might, but it was like wrestling with an earthmover, and he was unable to stop her from dragging him to the nearest armless chair, planting him face down on her lap. Then she waited, calmly, silently, pinning his wrists behind him until his struggles, his cries, inevitably ceased, and he lay on top of her, exhausted, sweating. Then, keeping his wrists pinned with one hand, she reached up with the other beneath his dress, grasping the elastic of his knickers and pulling them down past his garter belts and stockings to his knees. Tony felt as if he was dropping down a narrow, dark, ...
    bottomless well. His cockhead rubbed against the material of Silver's own dress, but he was unable to reposition himself to get more comfortable. Then the smack came without warning, sending waves of shock, pain and humiliation through him like a wire. He gasped audibly, fighting back tears as she repeated it a dozen times. When she stopped, his buttocks were ablaze, raw. Worse, his cock continued to scream for relief. Damn it, why was he enjoying this? 'Do you promise to be a good little girl, and do what l say?' 'Fuck off!' Another dozen smacks followed. Her hand was like a steel cricket bat against his rapidly tenderising flesh. Then she stopped, repeating her question. This time he wasn't defiant, caught up in the rush of emotion through him, but she took his silence for continued resistance, and began a third assault. FinaIly he cried out, 'I promise! I promise!' Silver stopped, letting him rise to his trembling feet, tears running his makeup, face and ass red and burning, cock sticking forward from under his rucked up dress. Ineffable pleasure made him shudder. 'Put your wig back on.' He reached down to pull up his knickers; as alien as they were to him, they were better now than nothing. 'No. Take them off completely, and use them to clean up that drink you made me spill.' Something in her voice made him obey. Knickers in one hand, wig fitted back on over his own hair, he turned and knelt by the dark oval stain in the plush carpet. Still crying, and glad to be able to turn ...
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