A latex girl thing

“Jesus Christ!” Rusty stumbled down the short flight of stairs and just kept looking over the fields of potential sexual debauchery that could be had. The smells of polished leather; the feel of silk as his hand brushed past a rack of Asian-style clothing: the place dripped of sex. “All of this is yours? Did you win the lottery, or just rob a fetish store?”

“The Internet has been very good to me,” said Slave proudly. “For every occasion, I must be prepared to pleasure and be pleasured. Please, Master, may I take your hand and take you somewhere?”

“S-Sure.” He felt her cool, smooth, gentle latex hand and followed her. She opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms. Inside was a bed with a series of vibrators and dildos laying on it, along with black ropes, an O-ring gag, and nipple pliers affixed to the adjustable footboard of the bed. He noticed the tripod and digital video camera for the first time. “You do porn?”

“Yes Master,” said Slave with a smile. “Largely centerfolds, short videos, chat sessions, and sometimes I work with some very skilled exhibitionists.” She pulled his held hand to one of her breasts, and intentionally made him squeeze her left tit. “My ability to tolerate pain and willingness to do anything has made me money in very selective markets. Do you like this room, Master, or would you prefer a cleaner room to punish and screw me in?”