I whispered. "I'm going to rub some objects against you. If you correctly guess what they are, you win. However, if you guess wrong, I win." Unfortunately, however, Pete does not speak the language of clothes. My dress and zebra-sandals are essentially shouting at him in French. Unable to make out a word they are saying, he panics. It's a fun addition to roleplaying because it's a little easier to pretend to be someone else when no one can see your face. Can Hoods Control the Wearer? Come to think of it, the domme looks more like Jennifer Tilly in "Dancing at the Blue Iguana" (she plays a nutjob BDSM stripper/dominatrix). A film everyone should see at least once.

She moved her legs to cover up her most private area. Before she had the chance to do anything risky though, I grabbed her left leg. I began to tie it, tightly, to the leg of the chair. I did the same to her right leg, then tying it below the knee to allow minimal movement. She struggled to close her legs but couldn't, giving me the perfect view of her clit. Meeks rubbed her now-bald head and smiled. "You will be able to move a little, but not much. And you are mostly rubber. Most of your internal organs will dissolve or transform in the next few hours, and your remaining bodily processes will be held in near-stasis. You will be alive, and be able to hear, feel, and see most everything that occurs to you—but you will be powerless to act. You will be little more than a doll. I saw them on the day they moved in and immediately noticed the daughter, she was a blonde bombshell maybe 5ft 6 looked to be the same age as me. As any teenage boy would do I went to say hi to the hot new girl next door. Your not exactly in a position to make demands but seen as your the first guy if met who seems to be into this stuff I may have uses for you. You do like latex don’t you?” Can I help you?" came a voice from behind her. Rebecca turned to see a young salesgirl with blue hair and a dog collar smiling pleasantly at her.Rebecca strained to understand what Dr. Meeks was telling her. "You mean, I’m all rubber now? I can’t move?" Was about all I could manage in my current state. This wasn’t how I had expected the day to go but I wasn’t complaining. Although the sly grin on Amy’s face did have me a bit worried about what kind of “fun” we would be having. Still straddling me in her latex she began to speak

So, after some difficulty, I removed the dust from the long sleeve rubber shirt and slid it over my head. I struggled to get my arms into the sleeves, trying to slide the rubber over my skin. There was resistance, but I finally got them through. Now all I had to do was pull the rest of the rubber down over my torso. Easy, right? She felt a sensation to one side. She turned and watched as a beam of light passed through her arm just after the shoulder. They were using a laser to cut her limbs off, she realized. She knew she was supposed to feel something was wrong with this.Being kept in the dark is exciting both for the anticipation and the same sort of internal world benefits that some people achieve through sensory deprivation tanks. What Is a Gimp Mask? At this point I noticed her attire she was wearing a long sleeve white low cut top and knee high leather boots which was enough to set me off but the thing that really grabbed my attention was the pvc skirt she was wearing.Not only did it make her bum look amazing but I have a fetish for anything latex or pvc like and on a girl like her it was driving me crazy. Her Dad called her over and I left them to it but I knew I had to find some way to see more of this girl. If she wore pvc for a family move god knows what she would wear when she wanted to show off. Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded.

exposing her boobs. I grabbed her right boob and started massaging it gently. She closed her eyes and started mmmming. I pulled the rest of her suit down with my other hand till it was in a pile round her legs. I let go of her boob and she made a disappointed look with her face then stepped out of the rest of the suit.

A gimp mask, often worn as part of a gimp suit, is a full head and face covering usually with a bondage element. The term is less than PC, likely coming from the idea that the suit was meant to restrict movement and hobble the wearer, hence the word gimp. As for myself, I had just turned 18 at the time. I was a relatively skinny guy with messy blonde hair. I hesitated on what to do but I didn’t want to disappoint her and what the hell it might not be too bad How kinky was this girl she might be even more than me I thought to myself. I then realised despite I wasn’t gagged so I called out. Don’t you get excited thinking about being forced to wear girls clothes all weekend?” She asked knowingly. After I replied that it did she asked me if I wanted her to do that to me and once again I answered positively. Then she asked, well more like stated. “Thinking about me making you into my little slave-girl really turns you on doesn’t it!” She laughed when I admited that it sounded exciting.

They came in a geyser of cum, milk, and vaginal juice. Rebecca felt herself utterly emptied out, released. The human part of her surrendered utterly to the rubber, to the thing, to the doll that she had become. The boy collapsed against her, spent. The girl, still half inside her, wriggled in afterglow. Well then let me go change into something more apropriate for a dirty little slave them let’s get down to business” she gave my crotch a little rub as she said business. I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.I nodded like a madman I had to last 3 minutes like my life depended on it I wanted nothing more than to spend the next days playing with this beautiful kinky girl. Delightful!” She said after listening to me admit that to her. “I think that I’d love to watch you being used like that myself!” She added with an amused tone of voice. A Paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax.) She then pulled applied some lube to the ring and slid it down my shaft and stretched it behind my balls