Leather and Latex

 Mistress Zambuka is stunningly beautiful and athletic, with powerful thighs and beautiful breasts. She has found her true vocation in the world of fetish, body modification and female domination. She loves men who appreciate her physique and are willing to serve her well.

LEATHER & LATEX FETISH

I enter the dungeon to find my slave waiting obediently. . . on his elbows and knees, face to the ground, knees wide apart. . . as I had instructed prior to my arrival.
The slave carelessly mentioned how he loves the feeling of being claustrophobic and the feel of his sweat inside the latex in which he is to be fully clad.
"OH really slave", I sarcastically reply. "Shut up and only speak when spoken to!"
However, today he most certainly will not be disappointed with what he desires and he had better not disappoint the Mistress. So many slaves boast so far as to flatter themselves about what they can endure, and for every one who really can there are far too many that fail me.
"So I hope you do not dare to disappoint me slave!!!".
"No Mistress!, I promise".
"Good!" I reply "I most certainly feel that you won't".
I circle my slave, touching his bare body with my hands, telling him what great pleasure out of my slave being a totally latex-lacquered object, about which I can fantasize and over which I can slide my hands, doing whatever I please.
"I don't like my slave to talk except when spoken to, or even to move, unless commanded to. If I had my own way you would barely breathe slave - you would only breath when I feel the desire for you to take one breathe - perhaps every 30 seconds.
I order the slave to stand up and put on the latex catsuit and order him to place the inflatable hood on and zip it down the back. I pump it up slowly, feeling and hearing the anxiety in his breath.
I instruct my slave to nod his head for "yes" and turn side-to-side for "no", and that at any stage throughout the session, if anything should become to overwhelming, he is to say "mercy Mistress". The slave nods his head.
He then puts on the latex gloves and I place him in the leather suspension harness, attaching it to the suspension chain. And finally I attach the leg spreaders
I turn off the air-conditioning only only for the pleasure of hearing my slave starting to breathe heavily through the narrow tube in his hood. I strap his hands behind his back, forcing him to fully open out and expose his torso. I unzip the crotch of the catsuit to expose the only piece of his flesh worth torturing - his cock and balls. I tie his balls up nice and tightly, winding the cord around splitting each ball until they appear to be 2 pieces of ripe fruit about to burst with the slightest touch of a sharp instrument. I continue to wind the cord around his cock forcing it to become fully erect and pleasingly vascular. I glide my hand along it and firmly stretch the balls down towards the spreaders, fixing the cord to the bar. I suspend him up onto his toes & place my stiletto upon the bar to stretch them down even further only to hear him loudly moan with pleasure.
"You don't deserve any pleasure slave, only the Mistress is to receive pleasure" and I firmly flick his balls as a lesson in being able to control his urges. "The next time I will kick them if I hear you unpleasantly moaning in my ear!"
At this moment in his helpless state his cock begins to weep, disgusting me. I whisper in his ear, saying how I have much in store for his cock - thoroughly enjoying inserting objects down & deep into a slaves cock. I attach weights to his balls, kicking the weights up - the weight being intensely applied to the balls. . . pulling them down repeating this 4 or 5 times. Enjoying myself I then decide to run the pinwheel up and down the shaft of his cock and over the head, thoroughly enjoying his poor attempt of a silent, yet muffled moan, I cant resist but to wheel it once over his tight, shining balls. Suddenly the slave moans awkwardly, begging for me to remove the hood.
"No, you deserve to suffer and I want so much to see you squirm in your own fluids".
"Mercy Mistress".
"MERCY ON WHAT" I demand. "On the hood" he cries.
I immediately remove the hood along with almost 2 glasses of fluids. As my slave looks exhausted, I release him from the harness and as the last strap is released he falls to his knees looking extremely faint and weak, the weights on his balls crashing to the ground. I unzip the chest zip of his catsuit, releasing even more fluids.
"I feel very faint Mistress" says my slave.
"Remain on your knees and place your elbows on the ground and your head between them, keep your face down and low to the ground", I instruct him.
After a couple of glasses of water and with his blood circulation back to normal, I decide my slave is ready to be punished for disappointing me.
"What do you call that you pathetic piece of flesh - you are a poor excuse for a slave - you come here into my dungeon expecting to parade around in your catsuit and stilettos, believing THAT is the Mistress's fantasy. Well it's not!!!. The Mistresses fantasy is for you to SUFFER!! And endure what a true fetishist should endure wearing latex, but you can't even cope with wearing it!!!".
"Put the open-faced hood on and zip it down!!! - you needn't think you're going to get off that easily!!. You disgust me!!! Get over that horse and make sure I can see those balls!!!"
I diagonally strap the slave to the horse, in an extremely uncomfortable position with his legs spread apart and wrists shackled to the sides. His body firmly to the padding. I turn on the air-conditioning but only long enough for the air to circulate, to rid the stench of body odour and to feel the coolness on my face and breasts
Taking a good deep breath I firmly spank the slave's arse. I decide that's not enough and slowly insert a butt plug. I hear him moan and quickly zip the back of the crotch area closed. Unstrapping him from the horse, I demand that he get on his knees and lick my stilettos clean of all his bodily fluids that have dripped onto my attire. I demand he continue to lick my skirt clean of fluid, then my vest, particularly around the breast area. I remove my latex skirt to reveal my latex panties and glistening thighs. I demand for the slave to lick every inch of the brief until there is not one drop of fluid left on them! He does so eagerly, his cock becoming hard and vascular. I instruct him to continue down my thighs to my ankles. Once he has completed this task I order him to lie on the inside of the leather body bag which has been placed on top of the rack. I encase him firmly to his hips and in this disabled position, open his pelvic area by binding his knees to the rack, bent and separated.
I continue to secure the bag and his ankles to the rack. While doing this the slave begs for the hood to be removed. Once again he feels nauseous and because I am so empathetic I turn the air-conditioning on.
"Well slave, if you wish to be cool and breathing comfortably, your balls are to pay the price" and I attach the electrical, slowly increasing the voltage until the current is pulsating rapidly through his balls. While the electrical unit is operating I whisper in his ear that the time has arrived to prove to the Mistress how much he has appreciated her presence.
"To do this the slave is to take a catheter, allowing the Mistress to totally drain him of his fluids."
Slowly I insert the tip into the eye of his cock and gently slide it backwards and forwards. The slave is in a pleasured state, and as I insert it deeper into the urethra he becomes very excited, moaning with pleasure as it slides inside his shaft - his eyes glazing over. I remove the electrical unit and sarcastically play him like a puppet for my own humour, deciding when he can have release. I continue to insert it until I start to drain him of his fluids, on completing that I slide it back out and continue to arouse him at that very position. He becomes fully aroused and begs for me to remove it as he is about to cum.
"NOT unless I say so SLAVE! YOU had better beg for it!"
"Please Mistress can I cum?" he begs.
I deny him the first time, but on the second time he can no longer control himself and makes a DAMN MESS!
"As a punishment, I hope you have cramp in your thighs slave!"
. . . and I release him and exit the dungeon . .