[F4M] R.U.B.B.E.R Deepener [Hypnosis][Femdom][Narrative][Latex][Leather][Bondage][Gasmask][ASMR][Countdown][SFX][Binaurals]

You've arrived, blank and empty. Deep down in your mind, with me, float. We're here, my good boy. Flunking, flirting, calm, knowing I'll take care of you. You trust me.

I have complete autonomy down here. Complete Control of you. You give it away to me so freely. Giving away your free will. Letting me have it.

Fog everywhere. We're thick, unable to make out anything. As it's slowly drifting past you, drifting over you. A gentle breeze over your Let me guide you. You start to make out shapes.

A wall of some sort, old brick covered in ivy. Moving Pusser, finding yourself in front of embarrassing rolled iron gates. Slightly deeply ajar. Unsure whether you're welcome or not, you pause, sun. Seeing the fog thickening around you, spiraling into a gust The wind that pushes you from behind, forcing you through the gap, dropping you deeper, Bur, deep down, making the decision for you.

No need to Think just follow my words through the fog. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. De The bulky mind.

Blank and empty. Moving through the grounds of this grand Pretty, tall hedgerows with luscious green grass underfoot, passing by aged The stone statuettes with ivy through and patches of molds. …

You've arrived, blank and empty. Deep down in your mind, with me, float. We're here, my good boy. Flunking, flirting, calm, knowing I'll take care of you. You trust me.

I have complete autonomy down here. Complete Control of you. You give it away to me so freely. Giving away your free will. Letting me have it.

Fog everywhere. We're thick, unable to make out anything. As it's slowly drifting past you, drifting over you. A gentle breeze over your Let me guide you. You start to make out shapes.

A wall of some sort, old brick covered in ivy. Moving Pusser, finding yourself in front of embarrassing rolled iron gates. Slightly deeply ajar. Unsure whether you're welcome or not, you pause, sun. Seeing the fog thickening around you, spiraling into a gust The wind that pushes you from behind, forcing you through the gap, dropping you deeper, Bur, deep down, making the decision for you.

No need to Think just follow my words through the fog. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. De The bulky mind.

Blank and empty. Moving through the grounds of this grand Pretty, tall hedgerows with luscious green grass underfoot, passing by aged The stone statuettes with ivy through and patches of molds. The 1st statue went is kneeling down, arms behind her back, mouth ajar, with the most glorious pair of Kent has her ass bent high into the air while her fingertips are touching her toes. You can't help but skim your hand over her butt as you go. It's just too tempting.

The final statue was slim with long, thin legs. Athletic. More akin to a ballerina, left leg pointed high into the sky. Drift deeper for me. Far off in the distance so you can just make out the hear of great giggles and frivolities of girls playing tennis in the distance.

Bouncy. There to You love games here. And in the evenings, it's all About board games it gets rather competitive. There's devilish Thelish forfeits for the losers, and let's just say we often run out of candle wax and clothespins, among other things. Without even noticing how far you've wandered, you look up, Seeing the outline of a sprawling mansion at the centre is a spiraling rotunda, surrounded in gothic spires piercing the sky.

Still being buffeted by the wind you approach further. Until finally Lily, you're standing at a set of old, erk double doors, taking up all your vision. Nervously raising your hand, forming a fist. Courage building as your knuckles tap on 1. Are you worthy, I wonder?

Will anyone Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop.

Drop. Drop. Drum, drum, drum. The door swings open, and you're greeted by 3 stunning girls, dressed head deter and form fitting latex cancerts. Welcome home, Domino.

We see you have a guest. Please, please come inside. You step into the warmth of the foyer as the girls rush to close is the door behind you locking it shut. The 3 girls circle back around, each of them a fragment of your innermost desires, recognising their faces from A distant memory. These are my sluts.

They're kind of like personal assistants, Ready to drop everything and come running in a snap. Aren't you sluts? Yes, domino. Yes, domino. Yes, domino.

The one on the left has the biggest pair of Tits I've ever seen. That's tit girl. On the right, much skinnier than the rest. Slunt. She's shuffling and fidgeting constantly like an excitable puppy girl.

Lastly, in the middle is Ass Girl, also known as Natalie, wearing a vibrant red suit which matches her long flowing red hair that rests on her shoulders. My 2nd in command, head of the house when I'm not here. You see the slut growing restless as She can't help but blurt out. Miss, miss, are the main auditions happening today? Will she be getting the same plug upper?

She stops herself, noticing too late the displeased look on her Her domino's face. You should know better than to speak when we have guests, slut. Natalie, gag the slut, she obliges. Such a good girl, forcing a ball gag between her teeth as you Watch slut's eyes light up. She really is a fucking slut.

I swear she loves to be degraded. Please follow us. The girls make their way down the grand entrance hall. Cool tiled floor underfoot, chandeliers illuminating the room. Contemporary in design.

Black figures of latex covered girls suspended upside down from the ceiling, Leather bondage straps contorting their bodies into all manner of demeaning poses, gagged with light bulbs in their mouths, how peculiar. On your left is the West Wing's library and recording studio. This is where the lady of the house spends most of her time, Bursting an extensive collection of books and rare antiquities. It's beautifully calm and Quiet. Perfect place to relax after a busy day.

On your right is the east wing, the maids' quarters in the kitchen. They live with me here, my in house slaves, Ready to drop everything and come when I snap my fingers. Cute little Alfred scurrying around Keeping everything spotless. It just so happens I had to let my previous maid go just the other day. Unfortunately, she didn't quite have the dedication and commitment Required.

Such a shame, finding yourself at the end of the hallway, A final door in front of you. The entrance to the spiralling rotunda. A silhouetted figure blocking your way, self assured. Picture is it? Proud.

Powerful. Fingertips resting on her shoulders as She flicks them, sending a long leather trenchcoat tumbling to the floor, revealing the most Just breathtaking black latex catsuit, hooking every curve, every inch of her skin Corsa cinched tight around her torso thin waist accentuating fantastic, womanly hips the owner of this house the owner of her residence they're domino you're domino Me, Shibe. Her arm gloved finger curls inwards, beckoning you towards her. Without Hesitation, you oblige. Unsure at this point whether to walk or crawl, You sheepishly shuffle forwards, her eyes locked straight onto yours with the slightest of raised Smiles.

Keep coming. Classic. Good boy. You're standing much taller than me, for now. So close now you can smell Her hair, strawberries mixed with the musky scent of rubber and leather.

It's quite the honor to be this close to your mistress. Such a rare Opportunity, a true privilege, and if you're a leather or latex fetishist, Even just the sight, the smell, the sound can start to turn you on, Start to arouse you. I'm not wearing anything under this outfit After all, just this insanely tight fitting latex catsuit leaving nothing to the imagination. I love the way it smells clinging to your senses just like it clings to Skin won't let go. Just like I made my way inside your mind Didn't hold or let go.

Worship me, sleep. Demonstrate that you're worthy. Shine, my latex. Will you cautiously reach out your hands, Placing them on my shoulder is such an honor to touch me. Lightly pressing against latex skin as you slide Hide down each arm, leaving behind a gorgeous shine, causing the suit Shimmers and sparkle in the light, making sure not to miss a single spot.

It is so skintight, so hot, So fucking sexy. Does your cock like it? Does it like the idea of me wrapped Tight and latex? Does it throb as you listen to it? Does it twitch every time you hear Those sexy noises.

Twinch for me. Thrown for me. Square, Letting your mind, drop for me. Bringing both hands back Together, resting them just above my bosom, necklace perfectly framed around my neck, holding the key to Your cane, just gently rising and falling with my breathing So close and yet completely out of reach. Good boy.

Now place your arms behind your back. Use your mouth. You obey, mouth searching as you feel the cold metal of a zipper, catching it between your teeth as you Continue to slowly sink down, pulling it down, pulling you down, revealing the slightest sliver of cleavage. Wondrous massive breasts Squeezed so tightly in latex. You'd love to shove your face deep into the soft, welcoming blossom.

But you aren't. Restraint is a form of power. Your place is servitude. A worshipful subject. You can feel the pressure being exerted on the zipper as it wants to thrust open, revealing their naked tits.

But that's not going to happen. The zipper catches, abruptly stopping, escaping your lips as you continue lower. Your hands reach up tentatively to worship her chest. You hesitate, not knowing if I will disapprove, staring deep into my eyes awaiting the 3rd My eyes flickered down just for a moment. Not a word spoken, but your whole being is overcome with relief as you realize permission has been granted fingertips gently teetering over the greatest tits you've ever seen, ever felt.

Wondrous breasts, Big, juicy, spherical rubber babies. Those are all so silky and under Under the right circumstances, bouncy, growing in confidence, You start to rub and smooth out any tiny creases and blemishes, latex molded so tightly around them you can't help but get lost in cleavage, mesmerized. The more you worship them, The deeper you go, rubbing round and round and round and I'll spiral your mind out. Rubber tits feel fantastic. Squeezing just a little naughty boy.

You could stay here for hours, But your body is becoming weaker, more and more limp. Drop. You can't Stop yourself. Can't stop sinking down deeper down to the corset around my waist. Strung so very tight, squeezing, accentuating shapely Womanly hips.

I do so love a tight Corsa. Makes me feel even more in control, rows of hand stitched beading going down, down, down, And you fall down with it. At the bottom of the corset sits a leather belt Adorned with a coiled leather whip. That might be useful later. You peer a little closer to see detailed patterns spiraling through it, Going round and around, sinking you down, down past my hips, Down further between my legs, prove to me that you are devoted.

Prove to me that you're worthy. When you please me, you get rewarded. Ordered. Oh my. Down to my latex covered camel toe.

So so so close to your mouth, your lips, Overcome with the nervous energy rushing through your body as your washed out little mind feels frozen with indecision. Surely, it would be inappropriate to touch Domino here. Lick. You let out a giant sigh of gratitude as you extend your Your tongue. Your face edges a little closer until the tip of your tongue feels the unmistakable Sensation of latex, tongue sliding up and down.

They had a slit in my pussy lips. Up and down. Up and down, circling with clit. Heavenly bliss. Oh, that's to keep sucking my clit.

Before you can react, do you feel me force myself further onto your Your face, your lips pressed tightly against my lips, my pussy lips. Such and good toy suck and lick and worship me. You feel me pull away slightly watching me as I gracefully spin around presenting my latex text clad Bubblebutt, my big, beautiful, shiny ass. Say thank you, Domino. Thank you, Domino.

You're quite the lucky slave today so far, good slave And I'll get back to worshiping before I change my mind. You fearlessly plunge your face Smed deep into my ass, rubber squeaking and creaking all around you, Raising both hands to rub and squeeze each voluptuous butt cheek, sinking Your face deeper into the crack down the middle. Tongue running and down. Mind sinking deeper and deeper. And soon enough, I'll force it to crack as well, holding nothing bad, Falling deep into servitude, forcing your face It's deeper, fully engulfed in a slippery flesh.

Noted my ass inviting me in, letting my words further inside of you. Worship my asleep. Kiss it. Shut it. Kissing each cheek, every ant.

My ass deserves to be worshiped daily. Don't you, Faith? Kiss it morsely. Bury your face completely. Put all your effort into it to every Such a good slave, you're being.

Sinking deeper And deeper, down onto your hands and knees, kneeling before me, worshiping each delight with your hands, caressing them gently, fingers stroking down my latex clad skin and as your mind slips down weather, tumbling down to long leather boots. This feels right, where you belong, frustrated for me, on your knees It's bent over, face on the ground at my feet. Good slave. Who Who do you belong to, slave? Say, I belong to you, Domino.

I I don't belong to you. Good slave. So you do. Sluts, Color him. Yes.

Yes. Anything you wish, Domino. You wish, Domino. Latex fingers surrounding your neck, Leather color wrapping, tightening through, squeezing, Pankos fastened. 28.

Until it finally snagged into place. So how did you say where it belongs? Where you belong? Below me. 23.

Owning you, my property. You looked lovely. Slave, My empty drowned. 22/1/2/1/2. My property.

Night. Nothing more. Such a perfect slave. Out of the corner of your eye, do you notice my foot begin to awaken from its slumber As it's lifting, rising, resting on your chest and pushing you back slightly, 12. Anticipation building as you realize that soon I am going to kick you.

Not Too hard, mind you. 7. But just enough to cause him to fall backward. My my Force you down Where you belong, beneath me. 2.

You feel the pressure spun as I kick You backwards. Dropping. Falling. Volley. Drove it.

Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling.

Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling.

Falling. Falling. Falling. Drop. Drop.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop.

Drop. Drop. Drap. Drap. Crashing into latex.

Sorry. Before you have time to react, The sluts wrap it around you, consuming you in a latex sleep set, rubber covering every Right inch of you plunging you into complete restrictive darkness. Very good, feeling a numbing sensation press against your entire body as all air, all ability to move, All ability to think for yourself is being squeezed and sucked out. A rubber vax sack is one of the restrictive forms of bondage, blank and empty, Blank and empty. Numbing your body.

Your body belongs to me, honestly. Numbing your mind. Letting me fully inside of you, Slave. Letting me fool the inside of you. Slave.

Making your skin hypersensitive, heightening those little tingles of pleasure running up and down, tickling into every little nerve ending. Latex hugging your entire body so tightly as a series of leather straps and belts are being buckled down along your entire body, secured and squeezed until you just, Starting at your ankles, then another set at your shins and over your knees. Deep 2 more at your thigh, accepting that this is where you belong. In case, trapped, inescapable, body completely neatly immobile and deep as they tighten more and more around your torso. Exceeding your arms in so close to your chest, Angelique.

Give in acceptance. You belong entirely to me As every breather tube is screwed into place over your mouth with a latex bag attached, A shared link between us, a prisoner, funneling straight to me, your domino. Even the air in your lungs belongs to me now. Breathe deep into me, slave. Special condition.

Conditionally good, slave. You're all mine now. That air Long, Stevie. Sucking me in, and whispering in your mind. Sweetly, Seconds.

Yes. Yes, Stella. Filling up your mind. Filling up your lungs, holding as I Bread throughout you, reaching every corner of your being. Letting go of everything.

An empty vessel, my sweet rubber drone. Sucking out your control. Yes, Donnan. Yes, Donnan. You give it to me.

It's Yes, Thank you, Hilda. Thank you. Mhmm. Yes. You breathe whatever air I allow you to breathe.

Miss Meg shows me everything about your breath, Everything about you expanding, inflating when you're inhaling. Yes, Yes. Contracting, deflating when you exhale. Thank you, Domino's. Just a drone.

I am just My rubber drum, my latex sleeve. Sleep. Drop. I'm going to leave you now. All wrapped up with no say in the matter.

You'll just have to wait for as long as I choose. My perfect path, empty rubber drone. My slave. Sensory deprivation is the perfect way to make a slave truly accept their servitude to their dominant counterpart. And if you're a good slave while I'm gone, you'll make it to my dungeon with me.

Would you like that, Slice? Under all that rubber, no one else can hear you. You'll have to agree with your mind, all spiraling around and around Yes, Davina. Please. He's domino.

Yes, Domino. Please, Domino. Please, Domino. Play like me, Domino. Good.

Latex slave. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Trap. Into your proper world.

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