A latex girl thing

One other thing that caught his eye was some painted rectangle just above the German words. It was small, partially burned, and it had a holeright in the middle of it. The red rectangle actually looked uniformed, like a flag, and it looked like it was framing something….a white circle…but the hole obscured the rest of it.

“Fucking weird,” said Rusty with a head shake. “Man, I like this girl.” He left the room quickly, but remembered to slow down at the stairs. He wanted to take his sweet, sweet time getting back to the moaning Slave.

By the time he entered what he dubbed the Dungeon Room, Slave was squirming nonstop on her narrow perch, in both agony and in ecstasy. The perch and the floor were just covered in her fluids; she was leaking as he stood in front of her, to let her see him naked. He looked into her eyes and saw she was in that realm known as Sub Space; her body and mind were in two different places; here and somewhere else; enjoying and suffering in two different realities. She saw his rock hard cock and she growled in her gag.