One minute I'm me... the next I'm trembling in a pink latex catsuit, waist cinched tightly, ballet boots forcing me to struggle for balance. My hands clutch my latex-clad head and my new tits in shock - what do my captors plan for me next?
You took me out for a few drinks. Little did I know I would wake up like this in your basement the next morning. How would you punish this sissy rubberdoll for trying to remove her ballet heels?
No plastic, no cheap imitations,just the authentic thrill of high-end gear. Do you prefer the aesthetic of a seated pose or the full tension of standing?
