1. Bernadette's Initiation


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

    punishment? The feeling of sensory deprivation was new and strange serving to heighten my sense of helplessness. He must have knelt down before me because he started kissing me again through the ring gag. I couldn't help but feel thrilled by my helplessness and reciprocated, loving the feeling of his tongue probing my mouth. The boat seemed to rock and I heard the muffled sound of footsteps: at least one person had boarded. As he withdrew I heard a murmur of voices but I couldn't make out the words. Someone lifted my skirt and started feeling my thighs and chastity belt. Once again a tongue probed my mouth but his aftershave told me this was someone else. Now I really was a tart I thought as I settled into enjoying the kiss. But once again things were set to move up a notch: the kiss came to an end and I guessed the first man was back. My nostrils were assailed with the unmistakeable aroma of a cock. Then it was in my mouth, thrusting towards my throat and making me gag. As he withdrew slightly I started to lick it, teasing the tip with my tongue. If someone had told me a week ago that I'd be sucking a stranger's cock and enjoying it I'd have considered them mad but on this strange day new rules applied. I closed my lips round its shaft and licked, sucked and teased for all I was worth. At last he thrust hard against the back of my throat and came in a seemingly endless series of hard thrusts. Feeling the sticky cum sliding down my throat I now knew exactly what I'd become. ...
    And loved it. For a while it seemed that I was left alone, but then the guy removed my blindfold followed by the earplugs, chains and neck collar. My arms and legs remained tightly bound, the whore in the mirror looking rather more dishevelled than before but no less vulnerable. Somewhere on the boat an electric generator hummed. Momentarily the mirror slid to one side and a man in his mid thirties entered, one altogether less frightening than the first. Of slender build, clean shaven and with long hair his face had a kindly aspect. His aftershave was familiar: he was the other guy who'd kissed me, a thought I found appealing. But the bulge in his chinos left me in no doubt that he was turned on by the sight of the bound sissy before him. &#034So what's next for the lovely Amanda, Jake?&#034 He asked the bondage master. &#034We're making a bagging vid for Mike. Get your camera, Steve.&#034 Steve left for a moment returning with a professional looking movie camera. Flicking a switch I was bathed in glaring light from lamps mounted around the room. Jake produced a clear plastic bag from his pocket and began to unfold it. My mind turned cartwheels: was I to star in my own snuff video? Forcing myself to think clearly I recalled my swimming tuition and started to take deep breaths to oxygenate my bl**d - all the time terrified and shaking like a leaf. &#034Come on, Jake, she's scared stupid. Can't we just let her go?&#034 Steve begged. &#034Mike wouldn't like that one bit. Anyway ...
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