Latex Mistress rubber bondage gimp

Thick, shiny latex creaked and squelched as Mistress embarked on her latest session with her most devoted pet. The rubber gimp suit was form-fitting to the extreme, encasing every inch of his sculpted body in an unyielding black cocoon. A tight hood with minuscule eye holes snapped into place over his head, muting his world to near complete darkness.

His Mistress stood before him, clad head to toe in skintight latex that hugged her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Ragged breaths escaped her lips, fogging up the visor of her full-face hood as she surveyed her prey hungrily.

“On your knees, dog,” she commanded, a sadistic lilt to her voice. The bound man lowered himself to the floor, conscious of the heavy metal rings suspending his body. His Mistress knelt before him, hands caressing the buttressed expanse of his chest.

“Let’s seal this gimp’s fate, shall we?” she purred darkly, cupping his chin. A wet gloved finger traced his lips, forcing its way inside his mouth. He tasted rubber and the faint tang of musk, instinctively suckling the offered digit.

“MMmmmnnnaaahhh…” Low, muffled sounds emanated from deep in his throat, trapped by the tightness of the hood. She relished the feeling of his wet tongue and the scuffle of his teeth against the latex. He was entirely at her mercy, a plaything to be used for her darkening desires.

Mistress unzled his slicked lips, a tiny viewer in the hood allowing her to gaze into his eyes. They were hooded and half-lidded, glassed over with arousal. This slave was as eager as ever to be her rubberized puppet. She felt a frisson of raw power at her ability to so easily bend him to her will.

“Prepare to truly become one with the rubber, my pet,” she breathed into his ear, nibbling the lobe. He shuddered beneath her touch, the combined stimulation of sound, sight and touch sending shockwaves through his captive body.

Mistress wheeled around to a large chest, pawing through its depths. She withdrew a heavy rubber straightjacket and threw it to the floor. “Stand,” she ordered imperiously. He heaved himself to his feet, working against the weight of the metal rings.

She moved behind him, working the jacket over his arms and torso. The suit formed to him like a second skin, leaving no inch of flesh untouched by the smooth, slick material. Blunt rubber fingers cinched the buckles at his back, trapping his arms in front of him.

“Ohhhnnnnn…” He sagged slightly, sending a fresh shiver of lust through his Mistress. Having him helpless and hogtied was a heady rush. She could do anything she wished to this hunk of prime male flesh cradled in the satin embrace of the rubber.

To test her toy, she brought the tops of his feet together, bending him into an excruciating bow. He gasped, straining fruitlessly against his bonds.

His Mistress giggled, the cruel, throaty sound filling the room. Everything was cooling around him now – thighs pressed to his face, hands gloved in shiny black nylon. Hot tears sprang to his eyes as she pulled him forward, head dangling, until his jaw connected with shins.

She knelt, and he recognized the vivid blue tip of her high heels through the winking holes of the hood. “Lick them,” she directed, knowing he could see absolutely nothing of the world outside his rubberized prison.

A momentary pause, then he buried his face between her feet, painting each toecap and seam with wide, sloppy strokes of his tongue. His Mistress drew her legs back, arching her chest to keep him suspended in his agonized bow.

“Louder,” she snapped. His thighs started to quake, and she eyed his straining groin with pity. He was arched so far forward that the weight of his cock and balls stretched his pelvis dangerously.

The collected sweat of Mistress’s torso trickled down between the soldier’s legs as she slid a hand along his creeping tent pole. He whined, the desire for release warring with his abject obedience to her commands.

She tugged the waistband of his shorts, revealing bobbing, straining manhood. The tip was a dark, angry purple, and a welcome venomous leech eggted up from the slit. He gasped as a cool latex hand encircled his veiny length, squeezing appreciatively.

“Excited, pet?” Mistress whispered as he bucked his hips. “Allow the venom to consume you, lock you in fiery, gnawing torment and banish all coherent thought.” She stroked him steadily, in confidence that in seconds he’d be bursting into spastic orgasm.

“Noooommph!” He Shackled uselessly as a dam burst inside him, sending a fountain of milky seed arcing across his rubberized torso. He writhed in utter ecstasy as the Mistress rode his climax, squeezing and pumping his meat with expert precision.

“That’s it, that’s a good toy,” she crooned, as the last faint twitches shuddered through him. Mistress released his spit-slicked cock, placing a hand on his shoulder and easing his quaking form to its knees once more.

Nestling into the space between his heaving shoulders, she guided him toward the padded bench. His head lolled heavily as he sucked in great, wheezing breaths of air. She pressed his rubberized torso to the padded surface, securing the dangling rings to the frame of the device.

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sounds the occasional drip of sweat and the faint shunts of his machinery breathing. Then, a sudden click that caused the entire world to go black.