Tifa Dreams...

It was dark, and all Tifa could hear was the quiet whistling of the air passing through her nose as she breathed. Her mouth was filled by a firm ball of rubber that had little give to it. Tifa could feel slick straps extending from the ball, forming a harness that wrapped around her head. A band of tightness was wound around and over her eyes.

‘A blindfold’, Tifa thought, giving name to the cause of the darkness.

Tifa could feel that she was sitting down, legs spread, and fully clothed in a chair that pressed uncomfortably against her body. Her clothes though, felt pleasurably tight and strangely slick feeling. They slid pleasantly over her sweaty skin with each minute shift of her body. With an aroused moan, she suddenly knew they were made of latex.

Her hands were touching, palms towards each other, just in front of her throat. Needing to play with her diamond hard nipples, Tifa reached for them, only to find her hands stopped in their tracks with a clank of metal.

Surprised and **** to touch her burning body, Tifa writhed in her seat, resulting in a cacophonic clinking of metal. Tifa let out a long, low, muffled moan of pleasure as she realized that most of her body was bound to the chair, tightly, with chains. The only parts her body that Tifa could move were her head, which she could turn from side to side with relative freedom, and her heavily restricted arms.

Whining in need, Tifa tested her arms and found that they move just far enough to let her lightly squeeze and rub against the sides of her big tits. Not having any other choice, she did what she could to play with her tits. The insides of her arms, slid smoothly along the sides of her jugs with the occasional squeak which sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

The feeling of her sweaty boobs sliding around in her slick tank top was delicious, but nowhere near enough to sate her. Tifa wanted…no, needed to play with her pussy, but a jerk of her legs showed that she couldn’t move her legs, denying her the ability to even rub her legs together to get off.

With only one outlet to stroke her pleasure with, Tifa furiously used her arms to rub and play with her tits. The feeling of her sensitive nipples sliding around was enough to slowly…oh, so achingly slowly, stroke the fires within her.

Drool seeped from the corners of her mouth, to ooze slowly down her chin and drip down onto the tops of her tits. The cool drops of ooze quickly warmed up and as more and more of the liquid dripped onto her boobs. They slowly began to make their way down, running into the valley of her tits. The thick, slimy liquid mixed with her sweat to further lubricate her firm tits, letting them slide around more freely.

The additional lubrication minutely increased the pleasure from her tits, and pushed her to drool more heavily. Her arms and shoulders were lightly burning from her prolonged ministrations, but she didn’t slow down. Tifa needed to cum, and this was the only way she could make that happen, even if it was humiliatingly arousing.

The clink, clink, clink of her chains and the binding tightness of her lovely collar and restraints imparted a meditative focus that helped drive her pleasure slowly towards their peak. Moaning constantly, Tifa was so engrossed that she didn’t slow down a bit when she felt the touch of foreign fingers trailing along her jaw, sliding up towards the back of her head.

The fingers began to fiddle with some part of the harness which encompassed Tifa’s head, while a second hand started petting and patting her head, as if pleased at what a good little, slut she was being. The tightness over her eyes loosened and the hands retreated, leaving her whining in loss.

The loosening of her blindfold allowed a sliver of light to enter her eyes, and Tifa was suddenly consumed a need to see herself.

She shook and tossed her head from side to side violently, not bothering to pause or slow her efforts to tease her tits. The added exertion shortened her breaths, making Tifa feel like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

It only made her feel hornier.

With a great deal of effort, Tifa finally managed to shake the blindfold loose, and it slipped down to rest on the rings of her collar.

What Tifa saw had her shuddering deliciously in arousal and her pussy twitching achingly, in **** need.

The room Tifa was in, was a small glass walled cell. All six of its sides were made of mirrors, allowing her to see every inch of her predicament. Tifa was sat down on a skeletal chair made of polished chrome bars in the center of the room. Her legs were held in place by short, taut, mirror finish chains which were welded to the chair and locked to the restraints fitted on her body. They tightly held her legs at the ankles, thighs, and above and below her knees. The cuffs looked to be a seamless ring of polished metal, whose outside surface was coated with latex, and padded thickly with more latex on the inside.

Tifa’s waist, beaded with sweat, was encircled with a wider version of the cuffs. Her arms had two pairs of the cuffs locked tightly on at her wrists and her biceps. The cuffs on her biceps connected to the back of the chair with a slack chain that was currently swinging around wildly, causing the majority of the noise.

Tifa’s wrists were connected to the centre ring of her collar with a single link of chain. The two rings at the rear quarters of her wonderful collar were locked to a pair of straining chains that kept her neck immobilized horizontally. The two larger rings at the sides of her latex collar were each locked to chains that made movements up and down impossible.

The outfit Tifa was wearing was amazing; a **** cry to be fucked. She was wearing a slutty latex parody of her usual outfit. Her boots were now high heeled with a towering platform which held her feet in an **** arch that drew the eyes to her slim calves.

Her skirt was skin tight and so short that it could almost be called a belt. Thus it was no surprise that Tifa could clearly see that she was wearing a hilariously small pair of neon-pink latex thong panties which barely made any effort to cover her dewy pussy. Her swollen clit was on full display.

Tifa could see a steady stream of her juices running down her pussy lips to pool on her skirt. She watched for a moment as the liquid flowed along the bars beneath her ass, and dripped steadily into a puddle beneath the chair.

The latex suspenders Tifa was wearing drew her eyes up to her much tinier than usual tank top, which looked to be sculpted and moulded to specifically fit her tits. The motion of her boobs sliding and bouncing around in her top was hypnotic, with the hard points of her nipples drawing swirling paths in the latex.

Her mouth was held open by a neon-pink rubber ball gag, large enough to make Tifa wonder at how her jaws weren’t aching. It was held in place by a web of black latex straps that wound their way around and over the top of her head. Her drool, was oddly thick as it seeped out from the edges of the gag. It looked more like flowing molasses as it slowly ran down her chin, to drip onto the cupped latex blindfold around her neck.

Her collar, her latex clothes, and her bondage all aroused Tifa horribly and speeded her on the way to cumming but it was the sight of her face that pushed her over the edge.

Her face had been transformed completely. Tifa’s eyes were huge, doll like things that were glazed over and shouting her arousal out to the world. Her eyelashes were unnaturally thick and long enough to make all but the most **** of false lashes look normal in comparison.

Though it was hard to tell, with her lips stretched around the gag, Tifa thought that her lips looked like they had become huge pillowy things.

The rest of the features of Tifa’s face had become finer and more delicate. With eyebrows that now looked penciled in, and bone structure that made her face look elfin and further added to the overall doll like look of her face. Her skin was beyond flawless, looking as if it had been delicately air brushed by a pornographic master.

‘That’s the face of someone only good for fucking…I’m only good for fucking!’ With that thought, she came.

And Tifa woke up.