You had won a free tour of the "Heavy Rubber Correctional Facility", and couldn't pass on the opportunity to get dressed femininely in rubber like one of the inmates. You wished your tour guide hadn't gone to the toilet the moment the guards were rou nudes
Escape was impossible - even if you managed to unchain yourself, removing your ballet boots and gasmask were impossible with the locked bondage mitts forcing your hands into fists. Even then if you tried to run, good luck getting far in those ballet boot
day *who knows what* of being kept as a helpless, chaste, plugged, bound, and gagged service girl. Sometimes i’ll hear words thrown around like “the maid” or “the help” but I know what’s really going on here. . . I would scream for help if i
You had booked a hotel room to get away from your wife and enjoy some rubber self-bondage in peace... what you weren't expecting was the maid to ignore the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and for her to take the keys to your locks away, chuckling..
With few gigs out there, you had no choice but to go for a fetish photoshoot involving latex, some bondage gear, light feminization, and chastity. There was little you could do once you were immobilised in the crate, as your manager was counting his paym
Every inch of your body was covered in latex. A phallic gag intruded your mouth, with a facade of red and white latex forming your new rubber mouth. Tubes went into your nostrils. A hollow butt plug kept your ass filled and ready at all times. You loved
I had asked my mistress to rest after an intense day of genital torture. The mistress, driven by an unusual impulse, agreed to let me rest for the night, in a place suitable for keeping a slave. A cellar, dirty, damp, and lonely. Thank you, I couldn't h
