A latex girl thing

Only there was no door know.

There was only a steel plate. The door could only be opened from the outside.

Rusty turned around when he realized his predicament. “FUCK!” He ran back towards the main floor of bondage clothes and accessories to find another way out. There were no windows here. He recalled no windows in the other rooms except where he had come from.

“Master.” Slave’s voice shocked him into looking up. There she was, in her perfect latex body, on the edge of the second floor looking down. He could see her latex pussy now; the labia were puckering, and it drooled cum-like spittle. It was hungry for cum; always hungry for cum! “There’s no need to panic.”

“Shit!” Rusty ran back up the short stairs to the open kitchen. He sought a weapon. There was no cutlery.

“I only consume sperm, Master.” Slave slowly headed for the stairs. “And water: I have water in the fridge. Help yourself; it will calm you down so we can talk.”

He kept checking the other drawers. No fry pans. No forks. Hell, no sporks.