A latex girl thing

Rusty took the cord and wrapped most of it around the base of the stand. He lead the slack up and wrapped it a few times around the chain linked to her nipple clamps, which were still only linked to her nipple rings. Finished, she had no difficulty sitting up with the tethering, but the cross bar of the perch was grinding into her crotch along with the tethering that still bound her.

Rusty spotted the big red ball gag hanging beside the perch, grabbed it, and forced it on her. He yanked the straps until he was sure Slave was figuratively swallowing it, then buckled it. Finished, he put his foot on the pedal on the base and began to repeatedly step on it. Slowly, on every step, the pole climbed; Slave climbed with it. After the fifth pump, she moaned for three seconds as her feet left the floor, and the perch became her only solid purchase. Rusty was not finished, however; he kept pumping his foot, noting that the heavy chains on her ankle shackles were only starting to go taunt; the cord around chain of her clamps had yet to tighten. Eventually, as Slave went up, the chains pulled her down. As her legs were pulled down, her pussy was forced to take up her body weight, and her thighs were forced to close on those sharp tips of those jutting points. Her booted feet were only an inch off the ground when it became worse, but it might as well been a mile; in short time her tormented crotch was feeling the pressure. He didn’t stop pumping his foot until the tether on her nipple clamp chain was pulled down.