1. Bernadette's Initiation


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    somehow he'd lost contact - the thought that nobody could see what was happening to me scared me all the more. The alley emerged onto a canal towpath. It struck me as remarkable how in many northern towns so short a distance separated busy streets from deserted, eerie places like this with dark stagnant water hemmed between towering Victorian factories, all broken windows and graffiti. There was one solitary moored boat, a narrowboat looking in urgent need of care and attention. Unlocking it led led me aboard, sitting me on the vessel's narrow double bed. Aside from his original terse order he hadn't said a word, or given the slightest hint of what was in store for me. Following orders I stayed mute, with head bowed while he took off his jacket revealing a tight white teeshirt. To my astonishment he sat next to me, pulled me roughly to him and kissed me hard forcing his tongue into my mouth. I'd never kissed a guy before but the sense of his strong arms around me, his stubble on my face and his tongue probing mine was intense: I felt like the meek submissive girl I'd become. Surely this guy was a player and the display of disinterest in the cinema was just a mind fuck. I guessed I wasn't going to get a beating but I still feared what might be in store. His hands were over me like a rash, one feeling my stocking tops and chastity belt, the other fondling my body through the thin fabric of my dress. &#034You are a kinky wee girlie, aren't you?&#034 he declared, &#034Bondage ...
    collar, corset, chastity belt. What shall we do with you, I wonder? Do you like bondage?&#034 &#034Yes, sir.&#034 I meekly replied, remembering Mike's orders, although the thought of being even more helpless scared me silly. He led me into a small cabin accessed through a sliding door. The walls were adorned with various scary looking devices and the back of the sliding door comprised a full length mirror. I noticed that the walls and thickly carpeted floor boasted an assortment of steel hooks and rings. &#034Kneel there facing the mirror. Spread your knees wide apart.&#034 I watched as with skilful dexterity he tied my knees and ankles to the steel rings, then bound each wrist tightly to rings set wide apart on the ceiling: the ropes were so tight I could barely move my arms. He fitted a metal collar around my neck and chained it to four hooks in the walls: my neck was fixed in place so rigidly I could barely move my head. At most I could turn my head and wriggle my body pointlessly. Then he made me open my mouth and gagged me with a ring gag. The intensely arousing image before me revealed a helplessly spread-eagled sissy girl with mouth open, legs apart and fear in her eyes. Finally he removed my earpiece, fitting earplugs and blindfolding me with a silk scarf. At this my panic level went through the roof: if Mike gave me orders I'd be unable to hear them, let alone carry them out. Not that there was much I could actually do in this position. Was I about to experience extreme ...
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