Fourth Slave

I also caressed her breasts and, apart from them being cool to the touch, they too were very realistic to look at and in terms of fluidity to touch. They moved just like real breasts in their rubber prison. Indeed her bare skin was slightly oily to the touch but the aroma of hot rubber was there and assailed my nostrils. I also caressed her head and was sure that I felt a mass of hair under the rubber. Throughout this she sighed and when I touched anything sensitive, she shuddered and her breath came in short gasps as the rubber hood and mouthpiece rose and fell to her gasping. In the end it was obvious that she was really enjoying my touch but no bulge appeared at her crotch.

"Look", I said,"if I release you it is because I feel bad about your discomfort and not because I wish to formally interview you or buy you. Is that clear?"

She said 'yes' and a very slight nod accompanied this whisper muffled by the hood. I released the multiple straps holding her to the cross and, as she rose stiffly, I saw a rubber pump fall between her legs and saw an electric wire from the same region. So she was wearing some form of inflatable, vibrating dildo. I released her bondage gloves and watched as she spent the next few minutes attempting to regain circulation. Her hands were blue and quite cold and I could sense that certain parts of her body were in pain with returning circulation. I am fairly sure that Slaveria staff would be unhappy with the tightness of this bondage particularly as it would have to last all night. It was approaching midnight now and I knew she must have been in this bondage for at least two hours.
"Would you help me remove this hood please sir?" she said, more clearly this time. She was now sort of leaning on her bum on the cross with her legs straight and I could see her flexing her toes in her shoes to regain circulation in them.

I approached her and leant across her, feeling her body heat. I unbuckled the neck and reached behind to feel a lacing.