A latex girl thing

Slave was painting, squirming, and moaning. The weight of the chains just pulled her down. The sharp points on the sides of the pole forced her to spread her legs open. Her nipples were cruelly being pulled down. Every little remedy for one thing just created problems in other areas of her body. She struggled little, and helplessly, to find comfort.

“To think, this is only punishment,” Rusty said to torment her. “Wait until we get to the fun stuff.” He reached down below the perch and behind her to push the light switch there to the on position. The perch her pussy was riding on began to loudly vibrate. She managed a terrible yelp from her gagged mouth.

“I’m going to tour your apartment now,” said Rusty. “Don’t worry I’ll be back in time.” He turned and left the room, which upon doing that he heard Slave give a shout of displeasure before going into a long, painful, pleasurableset of repetitively moaning.

Just outside the room Rusty just removed the rest of his clothing; he wasn’t going to have any of it stained, he lucked out that Slave hadn’t pissed or cum on him. He still couldn’t believe his luck and this apartment tonight, and indeed he was curious about this mysterious woman. Hearing her having the first of many helpless orgasms, he began his tour by walking down to the next door along the wall.