Controlled

As she swayed forward, her arms — still chained to her ankles — swung uselessly toward the floor. The movement caused the chains to tighten, forcing her upright again with a sharp clink-clink-clink.

Before she could topple, you stepped forward and slid one arm around her waist, below the corset, above the chains. Your other arm went around her shoulders, bracing her against you. The contact was intense — her latex-encased body pressing against yours, the heat radiating through the rubber like a furnace.

You set the vibrators to full power.

Immediately, her body erupted.

The vibrations inside her — the ones at her breasts, the one buried in her depths, the one filling her rear — all surged to maximum intensity simultaneously. The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. Her whole body convulsed in your arms, the chains rattling wildly as she struggled to keep her footing.

"Mmph!" The gag muffled any sounds she might have made, but you felt them — the sharp intake of breath, the involuntary moan vibrating against the silicone shaft in her mouth. Her back arched reflexively, pressing more of her latex-covered body against you. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the chains pulling taut.

The gas mask fogged slightly as her breathing became ragged, ****. Huff... huff... huff... Each exhalation released a small cloud against the black rubber face plate. The Slave4U solution bubbled frantically in its container, the tube to the mask jerking with each erratic breath.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train — waves crashing over waves as the vibrations combined with the ****, the restriction, the complete loss of control. Her pussy clenched around the vibrating wand, her ass squeezed tight around the anal plug, her breasts swelled against the steel cups as they buzzed incessantly.

She couldn't scream. She couldn't cry out. She could only feel — and you felt it too, through every point of contact. The way her latex-covered body trembled. The way her chains sang. The way she suddenly collapsed forward, using your arms as support instead of her own failing legs.

Her arms came up instinctively, though the chains limited their range. One hand weakly grasped at your shirt. The other found purchase against your chest.