Something a little more restrictive

Grace's eyes sparkled as she dressed Ami in her signature line of trap clothing. Each layer features something that made it inescapable for the wearer. A white leather harness was buckled across Ami's body over the top of her latex-encased torso that gave her a mildly BDSM edge to her look.

"Now turn around and out your hands behind your back."

Ami raised an eyebrow and Grace have her a stern look. "Do it."

Ami grinned and turned her back presenting her hands as instructed. "Yes, Grace."

A long sleeve was pulled up over her arms, forcing them straight and binding them together tightly. Grace looped straps over Ami's shoulders and then calmly laced up the armbinder until it was just as tight as everything else.

Any one of those thing alone might have been mildly exciting, but the whole ensemble was so exciting that Ami was desperately aroused by the time Grace finished. Every part of her body was stimulated by the tight grasp of her inescapable clothing.

Grace worked in an almost detached manner, moving from one item to the next. She was enjoying herself, certainly, but she almost did seem to regard Ami as just a doll. Something about that made the whole situation even more erotic for her.

Grace tilted her head to one side, examining her work. "Ah, I know what you need. Tight little slut like you. Open your mouth."

Ami didn't hesitate. Everything about her predicament filled her with lust and a desire to please. Her boots put her head once more level with Grace's, but she felt small under her gaze. It was so hot. She opened her mouth wide and Grace took the opportunity to **** a metal ring behind her teeth, preventing her from being able to close her mouth again.

The ring was supported by straps that Grace buckled easily around Ami's head. They ran up over her face as well as under her chin and buckled at the back of her head, giving Ami the impression of being fully bound and helplessly ****.

Grace smiled and gently caressed Ami's cheek.

"You are just the most beautiful thing I've ever put hands on. Do you know that? I hope you're enjoying yourself as much as I am."

Ami nodded and made a somewhat undignified noise through her open mouth.

Grace smiled. "Good." She chewed her lip in a show of trepidation. "I have one last thing I want to do with you. You don't have to agree to it, but if you do it will make me very happy."

Ami looked at her expectantly. Whatever it was, Ami was so desperately aroused that she would probably agree to it. Everything about being so helplessly dominated by this small woman turned her on to no end.

"I want to call my boyfriend and watch him fuck your pretty face. It's kind of a fetish I have. You don't have to agree. I promise I will take good care of you either way. But if you do agree, we won't hold back. He will use your face like a fleshlight. What do you say? Oh please say yes. You have to understand how insanely hot this is for me."

Ami's heart pounded. Her clit was on fire in her latex prison. It might as well have been a crotch rope for all the pressure her clothing out on her clit. She was more turned on than she'd ever been.

But this was a lot. She'd never so much as given head to a guy before, and now this?