A latex girl thing

“Stay,” ordered Rusty. Slave tried to “Yes Sir”, but she just couldn’t. He reached down and with a subtle yet noticeable jerk he removed the rubber stopper and let it dangle. He grabbed her arms, pulled them forward, slid and grabbed her hands, then made her hands lift, squish, and hold her breasts together. “Stay.”

Slave tried to speak again, managed only noise. He left her to go to that Rope Room he visited earlier. He took his time again, picking out white cords because he was going to enjoy the visual of it on her black latex body. He found a pair of black latex panties in the available clothing on one of the floor tables and anextra-long vibrating dildo.

Returning, Rusty found that Slave’s drain plug gag opening was lathered up with her spit. Unable to close her slutty mouth, rivets of drool had cascaded from the opening to land on her held-together breasts. “Let go, hands behind your head, Slave.” She complied, and he went to work; of course, with the rope work, her mouth would be punished and she would be drooling uncontrollably even more. She wasn’t showing she was humiliated, not at this point, but Rusty didn’t care because he thought she was humiliated, and that just made his cock harder.