1. Bernadette's Initiation


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

    will. I started as the earpiece burst into life. &#034Your lovely video has gone online. You did well, but things are about to hot up. Go to the pub across the road, sit on a stool at the bar and buy a drink.&#034 Despite its high street location the pub was a down-market place with beer stained carpet and was in dire need of redecoration. The few customers were mainly men having a drink on their way home from a Saturday shift. On building sites from the look of some of them: none looked especially LGBT friendly. Affecting a confidence I certainly didn't feel I walked to the bar, sat on a stool and ordered a drink. The hard stool increased the pressure from my butt plug compounding my sense of feminine vulnerability. &#034A man will appear. He's very dominant. Keep your head bowed, look meek and submissive at all times way and obey him absolutely.&#034 I felt impossibly exposed on the high stool in full view of the punters and kept tugging the hem of my dress to keep my stocking tops from view. I could see the builders at one table glancing in my direction and sharing murmured comments and sniggers. I started to feel very uneasy indeed when a lone man at another table got up and walked directly towards me. In a dark suit and tie he was tall, clean shaven and muscular with close cropped hair looking rather like a doorman at some dodgy club. Which turned out to be exactly what he was. I guessed his age to be in his late twenties. Ordering me to go with him, he set off towards ...
    the door. With head bowed I accompanied him. &#034That was an easy pick up. I Hope you don't get any surprises, mate.&#034 jeered one of the builders, but a glare from my companion silenced him. Outside the crowds were thinning as afternoon gave way to evening. He walked briskly and I did my best to keep up at his side, keeping my head bowed. Soon we reached a doorway to a gay club with a burly doorman attending. As we approached the bouncer lifted my chin and gave me a thorough appraisal. &#034Mike's sent a nice one this time and no mistake. She'll be popular.&#034 My companion merely nodded as he led the way down the stairs into the basement club. It evidently wasn't yet open: the tables were unoccupied, the dance floor was empty, the stage deserted. The place was large and, I thought, distinctly down market. The walls bore photos of men, some clad in leather or PVC, some nude with oiled musculature. Other pictures, disturbingly, revealed pretty t-girls some bound and being abused by dominant men. He led me to a side room and told me the girls would prepare me. Within were half a dozen t-girls - one of whom was Mary - in various stages of dressing in waitress uniforms. These comprised tight fitting, long sleeved, very short black satin dresses worn over petticoats making their hems stand out wide. Necklines were low and the girls showed ample cleavages. The dresses were adorned with little satin aprons and they wore little lace caps in their hair. Lipstick was glossy, makeup ...
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