A latex girl thing

Slave said as if he was capable of listening, “Now, Master, we switch. To be honest with you I don’t like dominating men. I don’t like subjecting them to humiliation, torture, teasing, and orgasm denial. I don’t like them begging, crying, talking.”

She dropped him to tend to that door at the end of the corridor Rusty found locked during his tour of the apartment earlier. She put the single key into the single lock, turned it, and the door popped open. Inside was a heavily padded, small room. In the middle of the room was a laid back chair with many straps and an opening in the seat, like a toilet seat.

Lying across the arms of the chair was a heavy rubber body suit, a mask, and other heavy rubber trimmings. Behind the chair was a life support system, complete with a ventilator and air tanks. Right of the chair was an full enema kit, its long hose connected to a very large, stainless steel butt plug with a removable insert; a catch basin was under the large opening in the chair. A catheter system was built in the chair. On the chairs’ left was an intravenous system to push saline and other fluids. Along the back wall was various lubricants and medicinal treatments, also various needles, other life sustaining measures, various size penis plugs with complimentary abilities for any need, as well as various means and methods of causing male erection and certain ejaculation, from pumps to shots to electricity. A sink with running water, soap, and sponges sat in the corner. All throughout the room, too, was digital video cameras that were currently hidden cleverly within the scene and were currently turned off. They only came on when Slave had something to show to her paying audience, and she never disappointed them.