1. Bernadette's Initiation


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

    Amanda likes being bagged, don't you, darling?&#034 he said, with a sneer. Unable to reply I meekly nodded, thinking there was nothing I'd like less. At that Steve shook his head sorrowfully but turned on his camera. Jake pulled the bag over my head. As he started tying it off I took one last huge gulp of air. The rope round my neck was tight and when I exhaled the bag inflated hard, making my ears pop. The image in the mirror, vivid through the clear plastic, was of a girl about to meet her end. Once again I f***ed myself to think clearly. Perhaps if they got the movie Mike wanted, they'd release me unharmed. I guessed they'd want to see struggle and panic: I'd do my best to simulate both, all the time staving off the latter. So I struggled against my bonds like a girl possessed, moaning through my gag and breathing fast and hard. I can't answer for Mike, but I found the image in the mirror an incredible turn on as the bag inflated and deflated and I twisted and wriggled against my bonds. But soon the image became indistinct as the bag started to steam up and the air became stale and barely breathable. I fought a rising tide of panic, knowing my life depended entirely on these two men. Gasping lungfuls of useless air I shook my head and moaned loudly through my bag. I started to swoon. Suddenly Steve ripped open the bag. &#034She's had enough, Jake. We've got Mike's vid. Time to let her go.&#034 Jake nodded, leaving the room while Steve removed the bag and gag, fitted my ...
    (mercifully quiet) earpiece and set to work releasing my bonds while I gasped lungfuls of lovely fresh air. My face in the mirror was a mess, lipstick smeared and makeup wrecked by sweat and condensation. As I stood up every part of my body ached from my prolonged spell in bondage. Steve led me to the bathroom bidding me take as long as needed to clean up and fix my face, making it clear Mike would expect my makeup to look the same as before. I puzzled over everyone's apparent fear of Mike, and wondered at the source of his power. Leading me off the boat and back towards the town centre Steve explained that my experience was far from over and that this was merely a short break before Mike resumed control. But Steve let me talk to him - the first conversation I'd had all day - and I felt myself starting to like and trust him and guessing that maybe he liked me too. Gently holding my hand he led me to a café with outdoor tables and invited me to order a meal. We chatted until the food arrived, which he paid for before explaining that Mike's orders meant he had to go. As he left he gave me a few pounds, telling me I'd need it shortly. I ate slowly, watching the crowds passing by. Once again most ignored me aside from the occasional glance or male leer. A group of passing youngsters gave me the only trouble which mercifully went no further than sarcastic comments. Comments which served to remind me - as if I could forget - about the state of my appearance and my utter lack of free ...
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