Description
Pretty In Pink
Story
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the grand parlor of the Victorian mansion. The room was the definition of opulence, with intricate wood paneling and marble flooring. Crystal chandeliers hung low, their prisms casting rainbows. Skye stepped into this world, her heels clicking against the cold, unforgiving marble. Her golden brown ears cascaded back in loose waves, catching the light like liquid gold. She was naked, save for the tight latex straitjacket that encased her arms, forcing them to cradle her bare breasts. The material clung to her skin, molding to every curve and contour, its coolness a sharp contrast to the warmth of her body. The sensation was both erotic and exhilarating, sending shivers down her spine.
Skye's thoughts raced as she walked. The latex straitjacket was suffocating, yet it also heightened her senses. Every breath she took was a struggle, the material pressing against her chest and making her nipples harden. She could feel the weight of the ballgag in her mouth, silencing any protest she might have had. The straps were buckled tightly behind her head, ensuring that there would be no escape from the gag. The taste of rubber filled her mouth, mingling with her own saliva.
“Mwump ah mumaph.” She tried to swallow, but the gag made it difficult, causing her to drool slightly.
The cockapoo’s legs were sealed in thigh-high heeled boots, the leather gleaming under the chandelier's light. Each step she took was deliberate, her hips rolling side to side with an almost hypnotic rhythm. The chains around her ankles clattered and clicked with each step. The sound echoed off the wood paneling, filling the room with a metallic rattle that seemed to mock her predicament. The shackles were heavy, weighing down her legs and making each step more difficult. The gag forced her jaw to remain open, causing her lips to stretch and strain.
“Mmmmph.”
Skye's mind raced and she replayed the moments that led to this gilded prison, the fatal errors that left her bound and gagged in this opulent room. It was a mistake, a lapse in judgment that had her now at the mercy of her captors. She remembered the careless words, the casual flirtation that turned into an ambush. Her team would find her; they had to. But how long that would take, she couldn't begin to guess.
Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, the gag making it difficult to breathe deeply. Skye could feel a bead of sweat trickling down her back, the cool liquid tracing a path between her shoulder blades. The sensation was both refreshing and maddening. She tried to focus on the sensations, the way the latex felt against her skin, the way the strightjacket squeezed her torso, the way the gag silenced her cries. But her mind kept drifting, imagining what might happen next, what kind of torment or pleasure awaited her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she reached the center of the room. She stopped, her legs pressed together, her head raised obediently. The chains around her ankles clinked softly as she shifted her weight, the sound echoing through the silence. She stood there, perfectly still, waiting for whatever might come next. The only way she'd get out of this situation was to play the role of an obedient pet, and she knew she was in for a long haul. Deep down, she knew the truth: for now, obedience was her only weapon.
And time was the enemy she hoped her team would outlast.
Revol Sparks
MemberI love it.
Can U do this for all the females in the show
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