A dim basement where she sat in a steel chair, sealed in a thick, glossy black latex catsuit, fused to her skin, paired with a permanent gas mask. Leather straps locked her chest and the bubbler bottle to her back , unyielding. The bottle on her back gurgled faintly through a tube to the mask, each breath thin, barely enough. The latex squeezed her chest, her vision blurred through fogged lenses. At the brink of suffocation she is given s small relieve, her lungs are tired. She frantically tries to breathe normally again, she will be put back soon. #latex #bondage
A dim basement where she sat in a steel chair, sealed in a thick, glossy black latex catsuit, fused to her skin, paired with a permanent gas mask. Leather straps locked her chest and the bubbler bottle to her back , unyielding. The bottle on her back gurgled faintly through a tube to the mask, each breath thin, barely enough. The latex squeezed her chest, her vision blurred through fogged lenses. At the brink of suffocation she is given s small relieve, her lungs are tired. She frantically tries to breathe normally again, she will be put back soon. #latex #bondage