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The slave was scheduled to visit his master "for an hour" on Monday. Of course, he needs enough time for this. She knows how to interpret her master's words, and when she is in her master's kingdom, time does not play an important role, only the lady's time and mood are used. It was the same on Monday. He was seen wearing a short shirt and latex pants with a collar and slave belt, and two days ago he scored a short-term grocery delivery (= 55 minutes). The master wanted to introduce the servant to his friend, so he asked him to come home in two days. But things were different. When he was massaging his master's feet and suddenly ordered him to take off his clothes and wipe off his sweat (it was clear and warm), he noticed that the sun would turn in another direction. "If you wore a latex suit, what size was it?"

\"L is for wife\"

\"Then choose this!"

Now, of course, the slave's face revealed a special joy. On the one hand, over the years, under his master's guidance, he became addicted to latex. The very thought of being able to pick out a suit excited her. Meanwhile, he calculated that he was now being asked to participate in photo shoots, which was a special honor. Of course, he had no idea how hard it would be. It can be very difficult, but those thoughts are naturally put aside.

The suit is comfortable to wear, the fit is better than before and the size L (previously almost XXL) fits like a glove. All zippers are closed (= no electricity or nipple clamps). Now the world was simple, there was enough air, there was enough scenery. There is a small rubber boots on the bridge, so don't worry about free welding in a single place.

But now -Mask. Heavy duty rubber parts. The woman thought it looked very nice, but said it was too tight for most slaves. The author of this blog, Slave1548, was initially surprised because his head circumference was larger. How does a tight mask fit him? But he wanted to feel how the coil pressed against him, how it surrounded him, and of course how it felt, and most of all, he wanted to get what his master wanted. Fastening the zipper and with Mistress' help, the mask was suddenly closed tightly around the slave's skull. It was hard and dense. He felt his neck clear and gently pressed the whole process as a strange group. Next step: snakes.

If you are not already wearing a respirator, you should keep in mind that there is always a connection for inspired air and a connection for expired air. The guardian therefore has total freedom to do to the slave what is possible, difficult or impossible. Breathing in can be easy, but breathing out can be difficult. Or vice versa, or both. He starts the bag and plays with the slave, preconditioning the fresh air and inhaling the expired air again. Or you can close the suction hole. This is. It doesn't work anymore!

Acoustic and air hissing also play a role as the owner later tests various hose connections for photos and videos. The slave noticed that his hands were still free. As always, breathing plays an important role in training, whether your body is congested or not. But that was about to change, as the Mistress briefly asked if the mask was too tight and said, "It's a little tight, but that's okay," before handcuffing the slave. First slavery gloves, chains. Sitting position.

Then he said, "Wait a minute, I'll take the necklace." A third restraint on the double latex, a steel ring, was secured with a padlock (he could only guess, he couldn't see). The blindfold and bondage gloves are over. Now you hear the sound of chains and pulleys. He was dragged by the necklaces tied to the left and right sides. Now the game is not easy. The constant pressure on his body, the photo shoots, the sweat on his suit. The owner loved the way it squirmed, he could feel the rhythm of his breathing more and more, and the hissing of the hose gave him acoustic feedback. Everything about chain play was great. Was he able to escape the bondage of slavery? That may have been true at first, but now my hands don't sweat. The owner connected the hose and changed the faucet while the rubber animal in front of him just guessed and tried to suppress the urge to beg for mercy. He succeeded well.

Even after 10 minutes or an hour, he didn't want to leave that situation. He was almost intoxicated by the situation.

Later, when he showered, he was of course secretly anticipating a second round, but here again the owner gave him an unexpected surprise and he was immediately allowed to wash his suit, which he particularly enjoyed. do. As many people always do. Readers know.

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