A Dark Bath and Cruel piercings

Mistress frees you from your restraints as another girl removes the ribbon around your neck and replaces it with a far broader one. She ties it tight high on your neck, causing you to cough slightly. You edge over to the side of the table, and hop off. Your feet didn't even reach the ground you acknowledge with embarrassment. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you stumble, only supported by Avina. You're so weak. Your legs quiver as they learn how to support weight once again, and even once you draw yourself back up to your full height, you realize that the girls stand a proud few inches taller than you.

As they lead you to the bath, your eyes dart back to the window. There's no escape this time. Even if you managed to break free there's no way someone so small as you might outrun the girls. Mistress notices your gaze and gives you a quick swat on the ass in return, causing you to yelp out slightly and quicken your pace.

Avina titters slightly as she produces something from behind her back. "This will maker sure that you never have a hard time pleasuring a lady" Silva chimes in with a titter "Or a man!" Avina nods with a smile on her face. "Even though we've taken your pride, you still have to be able to service clients!" You realize that the object in her hand is a little sleeve about half an inch in diameter and six inches long. She slips it over your shaft in spite of your consternation. Immediately blood flows into your little member plumping it up... It feels good. Very good. A constant hum of pleasure is washing through you causing you to gasp and stumble once again. Your member still isn't hard, but rather engorged with blood and entirely plump. You suspect that it won't take much for your to be hard as diamonds. Silva surprises you with another device. It's not more than an elastic donut that she forces into your rear, opening you up no matter how hard you try to squeeze shut.

You realize that Mistress Acantha has retreated back to the doorway as you approach the thick pool of licorice. It's so smooth and shiny, you feel as though you could fall into it and bounce off like it were a rubber balloon. The girls bid you enter, but you hesitate. Only the tapping of Acantha's shoe against the marble floor persuades you otherwise. You slip into the lacquer, letting it coat your entire body. You now realize that the collar is not to constrain you, but rather prevent the fluid from reaching any higher than your neck. You shiver immediately at the cool fluid, and your nipples perk up even as your member retreats. The worst of it is is when you feel the icy liquid slip up inside you through that soft donut. It's almost aggressively working it's way into your intestines and your entire core begins to chill in response. You begin to shiver.

Just as quickly as you entered you are beckoned back out, and as you stand, the lacquer adheres only to your body, creating a layer as thick as honey across your entire body. It drips clean, and what little remains is wiped down with more of the silk handkerchiefs. The squishy rub quickly becomes a "Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" as the girls begin to rub against the latex adhered to your skin. Their touch is heavenly, even through the numbing effects of the material, and with a pounding heart you begin to appreciate the shiny, ebony, all encompassing sheen that covers your body.

Your hands tremble as they glide nervously across your form. It lets out a rubbery squeal when you brush one part of your body against the other, and you entire body feels tight and constricted. You can see that each toe, and each finger are completely encased in their own latex prison. even your half flaccid member down below is smooth and shiny. One of the girls grabs it firmly, and you protest as she jams a crystal looking tab into your urethra. You gasp. She laughs. Quickly she withdraws it again, and immediately your member begins to dribble pre all over the shiny latex.

You look up to spy Mistress approaching you once again. In her hands is a mirrored steel collar with a simple ring in the middle. Your heart beats in your chest as she closes it around your neck, and slips in a lock that flushes near seamlessly with the metal. With a "Clink!" The cold steel is in place, utterly irremovable without the key. Your hand immediately goes to the foreign object and you tug on it, as if your weakened body could somehow displace the throttling steel around your neck. Helplessly your rubber fingers go to play with the ring on the front of your neck...