A latex girl thing
“Don’t that feel good, Slave?” asked Rusty with a wicked grin.
“Yesf Sirf!” moaned Slave.
Rusty spotted a pair of short leather buckling restraints. Normally they were used to secure someone’s wrists together, but their cuff size allowed for ambiguity. He took them, ordered, “Hold still, Slave.” She acknowledged him and he got the cuffs on, pulling each buckle tight.
“Now go find me a tethered pair of nipple clamps, Slave,” ordered Rusty. Slave looked at him apprehensively as she teetered on her fuck me boots. “This is your place, you know where they are, go get them! Hurry up! I’ll give you five minutes; if you’re not back in time you’re going to be in big trouble!”
“Yesf Sirf!” Slave took too long a step and nearly fell. She squeaked, then moaned as the leather lead gripped her loins. She found she could only shuffle along, so she embarrassingly shuffled her feet forward as fast as she could. The tightness of her bondage resisted even these small movements, and again whenever she felt like she was going to fall she had to bend over, and all that did was rubbed and burn her pussy.
