A latex girl thing

Could he try Piss Play? Breath Play? He eyed the various bondage devices, noting their ability to immobilize her, put her in a compromising position, both, or there was enough room, enough rings, and enough rope in the larger room to put her in Predicament Bondage. Very interesting ideas formulated in his mind, particularly when he spotted a few bondage items he swore was right out the drawings of The Bishop – fucking contraptions might have been illegal in their jurisdiction.

“Master.” Rusty turned his attention back to the door. Slave was still wearing her fuck me heels, but her return was very quiet. She held the collar he wanted her to fetch in her right hand, and the long, thin leather lead wrapped up in her left hand. “I’m ready.”

“On your knees, Slave, and eyes down,” he ordered her immediately; she obeyed, bowing her head to stare at the smooth, hard floor. He walked over, and as he did he loosened his tie and removed it. He stood right in front of her and said, “Look at my crotch.”