A latex girl thing
“Yes Sir,” said Slave, painting and near tears. The table was low, and at first she went to bend over, but stopped when the leather nibbled deeper into her pussy and ass. She went to bend at her knees, but Rusty grabbed his tie on her neck and jerked her up.
“No, wrong: bend at your waist, Slave.”
“Yes Sir,” whimpered Slave. Halfway bent over she cried out as her crotch burned and her arms climbed up her back. She struggled for balance, rubbing her legs together, which only made things worse.
“Hurry up, Slave, you’re running out of time,” stressed Rusty. He gave her ass a slap with his hand. “I don’t hear you.”
“Yes Sir!” Slave forced herself down, moaning, using her nose to push aside the clamps. She managed to wrap her teeth and lips around a three-chain clamp. She stood up, moaning, to show off the nipple clamps and clit clamp device.
“Lovely idea, Slave,” began Rusty. He took them from her mouth, and then threw them over his shoulder, “but wrong. Choose again!”
“Yes Sir!” Again she bent down. Rusty began to rub her ass affectionately, admiring how amazing her ass was, and how extra smooth her latex made it. She went to stand up, but he slapped her ass.
