Jolie Berrie - Permanent Slave Used as My Obedient Rubber Toy [4k]

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Permanent Slave, My Own Private Rubber Toy

After a long absence, I returned to my beloved dungeon, yearning for some sweet release. My permanent slave, locked away in his own private chambers, had become nothing more than a distant thought. But as I stepped into the studio, lustful anticipation coursing through my veins, I knew he would be there – my faithful rubber toy, waiting for his mistress's touch.

As I strutted down the corridor towards his cell, I couldn't help but admire the way the latex hugged my curves. My shiny rubber skirt swayed hypnotically around my hips while my nylon stockings shimmered invitingly beneath. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of unleashing my pent-up desires on my helpless plaything.

The cell door creaked open, and there he was – my permanent slave – kneeling before me, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. His own rubber outfit was already stretched taut over his body, accentuating every curve and ridge. He trembled as he looked up at me, not daring to meet my gaze.

"Well, well," I purred, my voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Look at you – all dressed up and nowhere to go." I chuckled darkly before advancing towards him, my high heels clicking against the cold concrete floor.

I could feel his body tense as I reached out to stroke his cheek, my latex-gloved hand leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You've been such a good boy, haven't you?" I crooned softly. "But it's time for you to earn your keep."

With that, I snapped my fingers, and two burly henchmen entered the cell, their eyes glinting with excitement. They quickly bound my slave's arms and legs to the restraint chair, his body tense and trembling with fear. I leaned in close, my hot breath fanning his sweaty brow, and whispered darkly in his ear.

"You've been such a naughty boy," I rasped. "And now it's time for your punishment."

I watched with relish as the henchmen secured an inflatable collar around his neck, the plastic pressing tight against his throat. I could see the veins throbbing in his forehead as he struggled against his bonds.

"There," I said finally, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Now you're going to get all the attention you've been craving."

With that, I turned away, leaving him to his fate. I knew he was safe in my hands – or rather, in my colossal rubber grip. As I walked away, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of all the torment and pleasure I had in store for my permanent slave. After all, he was mine – forever.

Jolie Berrie