A ball of rubber.

It was rather large and about as heavy as Jen expected it to be.

"What about it? What did I pick it up for?" — the girl turned it until she saw some kind of entrance. — "Not a lot of space, strangely, what goes in there? Don't tell me... Don't tell me that my head does."

"It will be right at home, sweetheart. Nothing will disturb you from what's important. You."

"Gimme a second." — Jen's head was almost spinning. {If She knows = true}Even with the ballet boots and the catsuit, she could still look around and go places in theory. At least, she could lie to herself that she could do that any moment now. Stand up and get out of this mess. This ball-shaped helmet thing had no other holes than the neck opening. Once that closes around her...{else}Not even her boldest dreams involved something like this. Yes, this ball-shaped helmet and something for her hands would make her complete. Contained within this outfit for endless pleasure. No contact with this cold, unfriendly, unnecessary outside world.{endif}

"MMMM" — Jen jumped from a particularly strong wave of heat that hit her and went traveling through her body, spreading pleasure everywhere. {If She knows = true}It was taking so much to stay hopeful. To pretend she could ever free herself. Maybe there was real hope at some point, but definitely not after the catsuit's collar has snapped together.{else}Her only regret was trying to hold it back all this time. To keep it complicated for boring reasons.{endif} Down to her toes trying to bend the ballet boots into an even steeper arch, her body was ready to fulfill the design she had in mind.

Still not letting go fully , she saw her hands {If She knows = true}treacherously{else}teasingly{endif} sliding into short latex gloves and fastening the slippery leathery straps on her wrists. An upgrade to touching herself. Even touching her own latex fingers was...

The next moment she was already diving into the ball hood. A fittingly ball-shaped gag was waiting for her mouth there, and as she was biting it, she felt that edge being pushed against. There must have been a ventilation system in that space between the ball surface and the ungiving tightness inside the hood, allowing unobstructed breathing.

A simple embracing of her latex breast cups with her latex palms did set her off. A slight bump against the wall, and the collar of the ball clicked shut. The realization of locking her head inside of it for real felt like doubling the high of this orgasm, making it much more superior than even the previous one.

After this physical exercise was over, too, the girl felt a little tired. But perhaps there was enough for one more. At the wave of her magic fingers, her magic pussy would gladly come to life, and nothing outside mattered. Nothing at all.

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