[VacMe]latex vacbag vibrator orgasm torture by girl in white pantyhose

Title: “Struggle in Latex: A VacBag Orgasm Torture Story”

The girl, dressed in a tight white latex catsuit, stepped tentatively into the waiting VacBed. The rubber hugged her curves deliciously, leaving little to the imagination as it clung to every inch of her lithe body. She shivered slightly in anticipation as she pulled the clear plastic sheet up over her, sealing herself in.

Her violet eyes darted around nervously, but also held a spark of excitement. This was her first time with the VacBed, and she had no idea what awaited her. All she knew was that her Mistress had promises of intense pleasure…and intense pain.

The vac powered on with a low whoosh, and the girl’s body was instantly enveloped in a powerful vacuum. The air was sucked out of the chamber in mere seconds, pressing her latex-clad figure against the confines of the bag. She could barely move, her arms pinned to her sides and her legs forced together, the VacBed giving her body no room to struggle.

Panting heavily, she could feel the latex squeeze her breasts tightly, forcing them up and together obscenely. The supple material ground against her hard, sensitive nipples with each breath, sending jolts of pleasure through her. The airless chamber made each inhale a conscious effort, her straining muscles only adding to her arousal.

Just as she was getting used to the sensations, another sensation was added to her predicament. A small, buzzing vibe pressed against her exposed pussy through the thin latex. She gasped, now more aware than ever of how wet and slippery the material had become in her increasing arousal.

The vibe wasn’t gentle – it was turned up to the highest setting. Its relentless buzzing rubbed against her sensitive clit and tender folds, her thighs quivering helplessly in the VacBed. She moaned loudly, her voice muffled by the plastic around her.

Her Mistress watched with cruel amusement through the clear sheets, admiring the way the VacBed mounded and molded to her captive’s helpless form. The play of light on the clinging latex and the way it gleamed where it was coated in the girl’s juices was utterly mesmerizing.

She kept edging the girl for what felt like hours with the vibe. Jamming it against her clit, pulling it away at the last second before she could cum, expertly keeping the hypersensitive girl right on the cruel precipice of climax.

The girl thrashed her head back and forth, whimpering and crying out, tears leaking from the corners of her vacant eyes. She was so close, her body screaming for release, but her Mistress denied her again and again. Each time the vibrator was pulled away, she let out a profound, desperate keen of frustration. Her pussy was positively drenched, soaking through the latex to pool at the bottom of her confines.

Finally, perhaps as boredom of her long, tortuous edging, perhaps to test her limits, her Mistress left the vibe firmly pressed against her shuddering mound. Cumming would be a mercy – she hadn’t felt so desperate before in her short kinky life.

With a wail of exquisite despairing ecstasy, the girl came. Hard. Tectonic shudders ripped through her powerless body, pitching her into the deepest orgasm of her young existence. It went on and on, the vibes merciless stimulation wringing her dry as she jerked and spasmed helplessly in the VacBed.

Afraid she would pass out or go into shock, her Mistress released the VacBed from its airlock, the plastic top popping open. The girl sucked in great, ragged gulps of fresh air, still twitching with aftershocks, her eyes glassy.

“Poor girl,” her Mistress crooned condescendingly as she removed the vibe and peeled away the vinyl from her still shuddering body. “That was a good orgasm, wasn’t it?”

The girl just nodded dumbly, her limbs felt like jelly, and she doubted she could muster up any words yet. Her Mistress seemed to take pity on her, covering her with a soft blanket before letting her rest and recover for a little while.

She’d known the VacBed would be intense, but nothing could have prepared her for that…even less could she imagine the ways her Mistress would torment her with it in the future. No matter, it was, as always, what she craved. She knew she would hunger for more, and for even greater struggles in latex bondage to come.