1. Hypno sissy slut


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: andygone, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    It took a while to get a sense of reality. First my sight: blurry and hazy like my mind, light streamed through the window, bouncing off the soft white covers I was lain on. I blinked, shaking the hair that was covering my eyes, trying to see my surroundings. A largre screen TV was in front of me. I twisted my head left, and right, trying to take in the room. The room was made up of mirrors, and a blonde girl was in the centre, pillows underneath her stomach, arms and feet padlocked to the bed. It took a while, the grogginess causing the room and my mind to sway, lacking any sort of coherence, and then it hit me - It was me tied up. It was me with my arse in the air, clad in white pull-up stockings and a short ruffled dress. I turned my head desperately, struggling at the restraints, screaming into the gag in my mouth. Looking at myself from each angle, I saw I had been shaved, and my cock and balls encased in a clear cage. I raged, pulling and yanking at the restraints, screaming into the collar, when a tall woman walked in. In my shock, I stopped my struggle, as her boots clomped against the hardwood floor. She had a black corset, patterned in the centre, holding in her massive breasts, a black leather miniskirt with thigh-high leather boots, tattoos tapering from her left shoulder to her forearm, with her blonde hair pulled back in a high pony tail. She walked behind maintaining eye contact and so I eyed her pouring my anger at what this woman had done to me. Without a ...
    word, I saw her arm raise in a blur and come crashing down. Pain shot through my arse into my mind, and I jumped forward, held by my restraints. Again and again it happened, causing me to scream into my gag, until finally it stopped, and I slumped forward. I didn't raise my eyes again, as she gently caressed my burning skin. 'Firstly, you will call me mistress, and you are my slave. Do you understand?' I eyed her again with contempt, and the crop came down again. Reluctantly I agreed. 'Yes Mistress.' 'Good. You don't remember last night do you?' I didn't know what she was on about. Hazily, I thought about it. What had happened? How did I get here? She laughed at my confusion, unscrewing a jar and proceeded to rub its contents onto her gloved hands 'Nevermind sissy, that's all behind you. Now you have a new life.' The smell of menthol hit my nose, as she started to smear it between my cheeks and onto my exposed balls, finishing with f***efully stabbing her finger into my arse. It seems senseless, but it was cool to start with, so cool it started to burn. I struggled at my bonds, ignorning her voice as she laughed as I tried to rub my arse down against the bed. 'aww, poor sissy' she said, as she stuck her finger in again, jamming it and wriggling it hard inside me, violating my manhood. 'Look what I have for my sissy'. As she pulled out a buttplug, dipping it in the jar and aiming it towards my arse. It was big and I didn't want it, I struggled, moving my arse out of the way, left ...
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