One of sessions

One particular session stands out in my mind, both for its intensity and its sheer depravity. I was led to a small, dimly-lit room, where the guard wasted no time in stripping me down to my latex maid outfit. She then proceeded to bind my hands and feet with tight leather cuffs connected with short chains, rendering me completely helpless.

Next, she produced a variety of latex plugs and dildos, which she inserted into my various orifices without any regard for my comfort. I moaned and writhed in pleasure and pain as she worked me over with a variety of toys, each one bigger and more invasive than the last.

But the guard was far from finished. She produced a metal collar with a leash attached, which she secured around my neck. She then led me over to a wall-mounted hook, to which she attached the leash, pulling me taut against the wall so that I was completely immobilized.

I was left there for what felt like hours, completely at the guard's mercy. She would come and go, using my body in whatever way suited her fancy. Sometimes she would spank me with a paddle or flogger, leaving bright red marks under my latex-clad skin.

Other times, she would tease me with a vibrator, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before denying me release. And throughout it all, I was gagged and blindfolded, unable to speak or see what was happening to my body.

As the hours wore on, I began to lose track of time and space. I was completely consumed by the sensations of latex, leather, and metal that enveloped me. My body was no longer my own, but a mere plaything for the guard's pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the guard released me from my bondage. I collapsed to the ground in a heap, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. The guard stood over me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Well done, my little maid," she purred. "You're starting to learn your place."