A latex girl thing

The next room was for Medical Play: surgical masks, nurse’s uniform, fake IVs, the gyno-table, the fake bottle of oxygen with gas mask labeled ‘sex gas’, and the vast array of medical devices. After this, Rusty told himself to remember to ask her for her web addresses for these porn sites she ran.

Upstairs, he found more rooms. The smallest room was simple: it was a pure fuck room, complete with a bondage construct that forced the person bent over. The next small room was also a fuck room, but clearly that was designed for someone to be forced to look up, or bend back. He found another Medical Play room. He found a simple bathroom. He found another door at the end, presumably Slave’s normal bedroom, and found it locked. The other rooms were somewhat under construction still, or just barren.

“Poor thing,” mused Rusty with more curiosity than sincerity, “bondage and fetish is all you got in life. No pics, no family by the looks of it.” He walked a few more steps into the last room near the stair well, heard her wail, and smiled. “Those forced orgasms must be painful now.”