“Noon struck like a death knell, or perhaps a summons. Beneath my clothes, the black latex of my suit clung to my skin like a second, hungry epidermis. And then there was it: the CL Squarepegtoys Egg, nestled inside me like an obscene promise, a silent vow sealed in the heat of my body. Tess awaited me, draped in her own latex armor, a second skin that hugged every curve of her merciless goddess form. Her eyes sparkled with a mischief I knew all too well.
Without hesitation, her expert fingers slipped the latex hood over my head, plunging my world into darkness. The sling welcomed me, my arms and legs raised to the ceiling like a pagan sacrifice, my body bound in leather, offered up. Then came the funnel gag, cold and unyielding, followed by the glass she pressed to my lips with a knowing smirk. "Drink." Her morning urine, fresh and golden, became my communion. "You’ll thirst for more," she murmured, as if she already knew each sip would bind me further to her will.
With a theatrical flourish, she tore the plug from me. Her laughter rang out when she saw, delighted, how my body had surrendered: the first dildo slid inside me with indecent ease. Too easy. So she changed her weapon. A monster of latex, thick and relentless, plunged into me, plowing my depths with divine brutality. I screamed, pain, pleasure, the blurred line where the two became one. "You’ll take everything I give you," she decreed. And to help me obey, the poppers appeared, their acrid scent burning my nostrils with every inhale. My anus opened, docile, eager, as if my very body begged to be claimed.
Freed from the straps, I was thrown onto the leather bed, limbs splayed, my feet slipped into ten-centimeter black vinyl stilettos to complete my look of a broken doll. The plug she’d inserted in me was removed with sadistic slowness. Then came the dildo again, monstrous, piercing me anew, each thrust pushing me closer to madness. "Look at yourself," she commanded. Above me, a mirror reflected my torment, and her grace. Tess, sublime in her gleaming armor, dominated the scene, every movement a masterpiece of elegant cruelty.
And then, the pot of Crisco. Her smile widened, crueler now. "Ready?" I knew before she even moved: the time for fisting had come. My body, already broken by pleasure, offered no resistance. Her fingers breached my sphincter like a conquering army, her entire hand sinking into me with a ease that terrified me. How dare I love this so much? The mirror showed me her fist disappearing inside me, her hips rolling with diabolical grace. Then came the pump, wrapped around my throbbing cock. "Come. Now."And I obeyed. I came watching her, watching myself, my whole body pulsing, my anus clenching around her fist, my cock spilling my submission in hot, desperate jets.
She waited for my tremors to subside. Then, with a sharp motion, she pulled her fist free, only to plunge it back in, triumphant. "You’re mine now. Completely." A laugh muffled by the gag. Finally, she withdrew her hand, replacing it with the plug, as if to seal what had just happened. Then, with the precision of an alchemist, she poured my seed into her glass of urine, adding a few spits to crown my humiliation. "Drink." Milliliter by milliliter, I swallowed my own disgrace, its bitter taste mingling with the salt of her dominion.
When she finally freed me, it was to return me to the harsh light of Brooklyn, my body still vibrating, my soul branded. Burned into my retinas forever: her smile, her perfect body, and the intoxicating certainty I was hers.“
-rubber slave j