1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    rapid, more intense, more violent. Again the gas began to flow into my nasal tubes and I started to drift on its pleasures as this hunk of a Master fucked my face. I suddenly felt pain in my feet. I couldn’t see because of Master fucking me but I knew. They were doing the same to my feet as had just been done to my hands. I was being shrink-wrapped again. He pulled out and removed the gag. I screamed as loud as possible as saw what was happening. The pain was intense, not only were my feet being shrunk wrapped, they were in some sort of clamping device, one on each foot. I inhaled as deeply as I could from the gas tubes, but the pain just increased as the 2 halves of each clamp were gradually brought together to form one unit on both feet. I screamed again, as Master rammed his rock hard cock down my throat, relentlessly he pounded me until I was choking on his vast eruption of cum. I choked and gagged as he continued pounding his seed down my throat like a ramrod. He pulled out, kissed my forehead as I screamed again from the brutal pain in both my feet increased yet again. His gloved hand entered my cum-tainted mouth and muffled my protests. “Quiet slutboy!” he commanded. I tempered my protesting to hear the bones in my feet cracking and breaking as the moulds finally came together and formed one unit on each foot. The gas flowed again and I calmed a little more. I could feel everything; although the moulds were now clamped together the pressure inside just kept ...
    increasing. I could feel the bones moving and breaking as my feet were crushed ever tighter ever smaller. Once the crushing ceased the heating intensified and a new different wave of pain enveloped my entire being. As the heat increased the crushing began again, as the plastic wrap shrank around what once was my feet. I passed out and was woken a moment later by Master. I saw the clamp moulds were being removed. Carefully the clamps were separated and revealed two tiny black shiny pointed stumps. “Boot her up as soon as you can, don’t let them cool and set” A pair shiny black boots were soon being f***ed onto my plastic stumps. They were sleek and oh so sexy. The heel must have been at least 6 inches, and shiny chrome. Forcibly my stumps were made to fit into these stiletto prisons. They hurt, but the pain was nothing like I had experienced earlier. Once I was fitted to the boots they were laced up as tight as possible and left suspended slightly higher than my body. I could not take my eyes off them. Through all my distorted thoughts I knew these were special boots, they looked so sexy, so tiny, so….so me. I noticed Master watching my reactions. He slapped across my face several times and chastised me for not thanking him. I began to blubber my thanks. It all seemed to be over and the relief was too much. I thanked him time after time. I was broken, I was his. My only focus was Him and my boots. “Six inch heels Master?” I enquired. Proudly and with an evil glint in his eye he replied, ...
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