HOME | DD

Description

Thick rubber. Deep breathing. Deeper still into a submissive space. It's like you're falling, even though you're rising.

It's the high-tech gel slowly filling your cell. The loud clinking sound of your rattling chains is absolutely medieval. You shake, squirm, thrash as you feel the warm embrace of the stasis fluid crawling up your sleeved feet, calves, your knees, your thighs...

Every part of you is exquisitely rubberized. The high-tech suit was followed by extreme white restraints, halfway to keep you from squirming during your internment and halfway because it was just so fun.

Bindings around your waist into a squishy self-hug. It would force you forward, but that's fixed by the extraordinary inflated collar around your neck. The internal smell bag ensures stimulation and sensation and sustenance, all while also letting you slowly, slowly rise.

Damn her! With your lips absolutely PACKED shut, you can't say a thing. You can barely shake your head. You're not sure who's watching; the visor over your eyes is currently set to isolate you, so you can ONLY focus on your rubbery fate. The earcups in your ears seem to do nothing but play audio of exactly what you're doing and hearing - which means the squeak of latex and your increasingly rapid breaths as your body heats up. As you stir. As your packed arms twitch, your toes flex, your neck cranes up. Your extreme asylum setup keeps your WELL-hewn curves from getting any momentum to try to break the glass. As if the reinforced steel chains would let you get far.

The pressure grows as you're lifted up. No slouching for you! No leaning in your cell! No escape! No begging for mercy, even, though she encourages you to make as many gagged sounds as you can. No chance at all. Just the intense, rubber-sealed and tightly packed encasement by Mistress Phantom.

===

Image by Saunterwing!
linktr.ee/SaunterWing
Check out Saunter's art!

Posted using PostyBirb

Description

Thick rubber. Deep breathing. Deeper still into a submissive space. It's like you're falling, even though you're rising.

It's the high-tech gel slowly filling your cell. The loud clinking sound of your rattling chains is absolutely medieval. You shake, squirm, thrash as you feel the warm embrace of the stasis fluid crawling up your sleeved feet, calves, your knees, your thighs...

Every part of you is exquisitely rubberized. The high-tech suit was followed by extreme white restraints, halfway to keep you from squirming during your internment and halfway because it was just so fun.

Bindings around your waist into a squishy self-hug. It would force you forward, but that's fixed by the extraordinary inflated collar around your neck. The internal smell bag ensures stimulation and sensation and sustenance, all while also letting you slowly, slowly rise.

Damn her! With your lips absolutely PACKED shut, you can't say a thing. You can barely shake your head. You're not sure who's watching; the visor over your eyes is currently set to isolate you, so you can ONLY focus on your rubbery fate. The earcups in your ears seem to do nothing but play audio of exactly what you're doing and hearing - which means the squeak of latex and your increasingly rapid breaths as your body heats up. As you stir. As your packed arms twitch, your toes flex, your neck cranes up. Your extreme asylum setup keeps your WELL-hewn curves from getting any momentum to try to break the glass. As if the reinforced steel chains would let you get far.

The pressure grows as you're lifted up. No slouching for you! No leaning in your cell! No escape! No begging for mercy, even, though she encourages you to make as many gagged sounds as you can. No chance at all. Just the intense, rubber-sealed and tightly packed encasement by Mistress Phantom.

===

Image by Saunterwing!
linktr.ee/SaunterWing
Check out Saunter's art!

Posted using PostyBirb