Fourth Slave

I had always been intrigued by rubber clothing and I was attracted by what I had seen. My footsteps led me back to the room. Nothing had changed. A glistening transvestite in deep and tight bondage. Probably very hot under that hood and I wondered if she was wearing a wig. I checked the bra and could not see that the breasts were false. A really convincing turn out. No bulge in the panties either. I felt my heart skip. I felt the same about the first TV I had but the display back then was nowhere near as convincing as this one and it was the nudity that killed the passion. This TV was displaying a lot of skin already and was very feminine in stature and the tits were very real I could even see nipples outlined in the rubber bra which was quite a bit skimpier than others I had seen. I was curious and wanted a closer inspection. I didn't have to untie her and she was blind in that hood. I could ask her questions without untying her, couldn't I?

I gingerly tried the handle and the door opened. All Slaveria's doors were silent normally but this one gave a muffled squeak. The slave stopped moving instantly and the hooded head cocked in my direction. She even stopped breathing for a moment, trying no doubt to listen and sense who had come in. Was it a buyer or just a Slaveria staff member? I heard her exhale as I closed the door. Again it squeaked but the slave was back to squirming again, trying to get comfortable but not succeeding judging by the soft grunts and moans that I heard. I also was surprised by the timbre of these noises. Not deep like a man but soft and high like a females but perhaps without that musical quality that most women develop during puberty.

I felt quite highly charged and quite erotic if not blatantly turned on. This was a different experience for me. I was wary of TV's as the first one had been both a disappointment and expensive. TV's were in a minority and were not highly rated at slave auctions so any investment was either long term or speculative.