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
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
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
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 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
"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
"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
"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
"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 . .