It grew gradually, starting with whatever he could find to restrict her, from many coils of package string to duct tape, to… steel cuffs and chains. It started by simple roleplay, a lowering of the head, some submissive postures. She should know by now, after all, this strong Master/slave relationship was going on for years. The fact that she was washing the dishes with her wrist cuffed together was no excuse. Only mistakes, bad judgment and not taking the necessary precautions. But to her master, there was no accident. She broke her master’s favorite coffee mug. RElaxing in her cocoon of tight latex, squishing every part of her body like a constant cuddling.īut why was she in such a predicament? Oh, it was an accident. Short breaths meant faster breathing, means a quicker expansion and contraction of the lower belly, where her toys were.Īnd she had nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to think about. She would have taken a deep breath but the corset forbade it.Yeah, that tight leather corset, squishing her natural waist by at least 10cm, forcing very short breaths. She could also feel the rigid steel belt holding them in place. She felt the intruders firmly inserted into her lower orifices move, which wasn’t unpleasant. However, once up, the chain was so short that she had to back herself to the wall if she wanted to be standing straight, thanks to the ballet boots, forcing her feet straight down, she was wearing.Īs she tried to unfold her legs and sit straight against the wall, she could feel them slide easily on the floor, her sleek latex catsuit helping in the process. The chain linking her neck to the wall wasn’t long enough for her to lay down on the ground, so she had to either sit or get up. She was limited with the choices of position since her ankles and knees were linked with steel cuffs and short chains. She was half sitting on her legs, which were folded sideways. Moving her arms was out of the question, well restrained in the tight and thick latex straightjacket they were engulfed into. She could also feel the heavy chain linking her neck to the wall behind her, brush against her back, through the thick latex catsuit she was wearing. She turned her head only to be reminded of the heavy steel collar tightly wrapping her neck. Nonetheless, the reflexes were there and she tried to find some sound, some sense she was somewhere. All she could hear, all she could feel was the sound of her heartbeat. Not only the thick layer or latex over her ears was blocking a lot of sound, the earplugs filling them were cutting the rest of it. With the little jaw movement she was allowed, she could feel the latex press against her face, fight, forcing her mouth shut against the gag, keeping the breathing tubes up her nostrils down to the back of her throat, and the feeding tube going down to her stomach.Īnd she wasn’t hearing much. The large inflated rubber gag was filling her mouth completely, even blowing her cheeks outward against the thick rubber hood covering her head. No sound came out.That’s all she could do. She could feel the thick rubber blindfold pressing on her eyes, cutting all light. Enjoy our wander around our shop, we hope you find the right thing.She opened her eyes but all she could see was dark. Ordered products can also be fetched personally at our production in the production Wiener Neustadt or in Schlüchtern (central office). Please note that prize will vary in this case! Please let us know about your fantasies and we will do our best to realize them. Not all of our Specials and individual products can be shown on this page, but we will inform you about our possibilities on request. Both sides are smooth and our standard-colours „black“, „clinic-red“, „semi-transparent“, "red" and "red-brown" are done by ourselves. They are hand picked by our experienced team in Vienna. Rubber – and anything made out of it is lust?Ĭomplete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires.Īll our products are made of natural, pure and untreatened rubber. Welcome visitor! Would you like to login? Or would you like to create a new account?
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