A latex girl thing
“I thought you said,” he began gently when her head was as back as he could get it, just as her mouth was forced open by the limits of the chain, “you would do anything to drink my cum, Slave?”
“Uh,ah, uh, Yesh Sar, uhhhh!” moaned Slave.
“Then what was that moan just now?”
“Yesh Sirh!”
“Answer me!”
“Yesh SIRH!”
He let the hand holding her by the chin drop down to play with her left breast. They were incredible to squeeze; so soft. She shuddered and groaned. He said, “I guess I am going to have to correct you and take the tour of your apartment by myself.” He lessened the current torture on her and gave her a few seconds to collect herself. He then made her walk back to the dungeon, taking the most direct route.
Inside the room Rusty made her stand before the innocent looking torture device. It looked like a large pet bird’s perch. Somewhat down from the cross bar that made up the perch was two conical points, one on each side, base welded to the main pole with very sharp points on the end. Towards the bottom were short shackles on heavy chains large enough to accommodate any leg. At the base was a foot peddle, and just under the cross bar perch was a light switch in the off position.
