- Put her on her feet! We still mess around with this girl.

- Yes, wait! - answered a second voice, still silent, - let her come to himself.

The second voice was also female, but, unlike the first, it was soft and calm. Most likely, this voice and belonged to the hands that caressed me. I wonder who it is? “What's the difference who? - I suddenly thought to myself, - If there is such a person, maybe he will make life easier for me ”.

- Kind, yes? - Proclaimed the first voice, - Well, okay. Let's wait a bit.

- Blink, blink, girl! - advised a second voice, stroking my head, - Now you will get used to it.

Indeed, after a couple of minutes, the milky veil began to dissolve, and I was able to distinguish objects. I sat on a narrow board, to which they attached long, thin legs with castors, like a medical wheelchair. Next to me, in the place where my back used to lie, there was a small depression in which, apparently, my hands were tied behind my back, by the way, in the BDSM way - the palm of one hand to the elbow of the other, only without being tied to the body . I was wearing a narrow bag of thin latex, which covered the whole body from neck to heels, and next to me lay another small bag, which, probably, was removed from my legs. My mouth was plugged with something large and dense, but not with matter, and squeezed in leather, as I determined by smell, with a wide lining that rested on my nose and tightened with a strap at the back of my head. By the way, I saw my gear in a mirror hanging on the opposite wall.

And all this was happening in a small, brightly lit room, the floor of which, as well as the walls and ceiling were lined with soft blue tiles. In the corner of this room, similar to the treatment room, I saw a large chair resembling a gynecological, and next to it was a toilet. A low metal cabinet with glass doors stood behind the wall, behind which could be seen various jars, bubbles, and dies.

- Well, stop staring! - the voice was distributed.

Then I saw the owners of these voices. In front of me stood two tall girls in tight black velvet latex jumpsuits, repeating with accuracy all the bends of their strong young bodies. These jumpsuits reached their chins, tightly clutching his throat. Her legs were shod in high black boots with a wide heel, and reached half of the thigh. Hands were tightened in latex gloves. At the waist of each girl stood a wide belt riveted with silver lining and buttoned onto a large square metal buckle.

The faces of both girls were bronze from sunburn, but well-groomed and even moderately made up. The difference was in their hair. The one that was rude all the time, had a huge reddish mop of hair scattered over her shoulders, and with the partner I saw a beautiful hairstyle of completely black hair that barely reached the shoulders.

The girls quickly approached me, grabbed my hands above the elbow and, pulling off the gurney, put me on my feet. "Black" continued to hold me, and "Red" unzipped the zipper of my bag and started pulling it off me. I was surprised by the design of this, if I may say so, clothes. She really looked like a rubber bag. Instead of sleeves on the back there was a wide pocket in which my bound hands were placed. Buttoned this bag in front of the lower abdomen to the throat.

When “Redhead” pulled the bag to the ankles, I saw that my ankles were wrapped in a regular elastic bandage. The same bandage was tightened and under the knees. As I expected, I was wearing the usual diapers, which "Red" immediately and frustrated in one motion, while grinning.

- Look! - She said, pointing to the crotch, - Your caress made her flow. It can be seen quickly start. Need to remember.

“Yeah,” agreed the “Black” and looked at me strangely.

The Redhead wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me up a little, while the Black one pulled a bag out from under my legs and put it on the gurney, twisting it on the left side beforehand. Then, they dragged me to the chair and sat me in it in such a way that my hands turned out to be behind the back. "Redhead" grabbed my neck and, tightly pressed to the back, fixed the metal rim and closed it on the latch. My head again lost the ability to fully move.

Dkvitsy unrolled my legs and spread them to the side to such a width that I ached in the groin. I groaned and moaned, but that didn’t touch them at all. Having tied my legs with wide durable straps behind the ankles to the protruding pins, they moved a couple of steps away and examined me carefully. Suddenly, as if remembering something very important, “Redhead” came in from behind and pulled me to the back of the chair with a wide strap, clasping my body a little below my chest. And finally, she tied my legs above the knees to the same protruding pins. Now I was almost completely immobilized and could only shake my head and blink my eyes.

“Bring the ointment,” she turned to the “Black” and turned in my direction, “Now we will free you from vegetation.”

I was frightened and began to fight in my fetters, but “Black”, handing a jar of ointment to her partner, laughed and said gently:

- Do not be afraid, girl! It does not hurt. Even nice. Take it easy.

I did not understand what kind of vegetation they would deprive me of, and first of all, for some reason, I thought about my head. But then she realized in time that for this girl would have fixed her, and not her legs.

Meanwhile, “Redhead”, having scooped up some gelatinous mass from the flask, began to rub it into my pubis and the skin around the bosom. She did it slowly and carefully, without much pressure and without causing me any inconvenience. Although, what kind of inconvenience you can even talk about, if you are sitting, tightly tied and plugged. Not myself, I asked to do this with me?

Rubbing ointment, "Red" now and then looked askance at me, smiling at something, and "Black" stroked my hair, standing behind me. Again, I felt the heat, which gradually began to spread over the body. I was suddenly seized by a bliss with which I could not cope.

I began to moan and unexpectedly move the lower abdomen in time with the movements of the “Redhead” hand. The amplitude of stroking her hands gradually expanded, and my movements were limited by a leash, from which the excitement began to grow with even greater speed. My breathing became more frequent, my moans intensified, and I felt that I was gradually approaching that highest point of voluptuousness that most girls of my age dream of.

“Black” imperceptibly moved her hands first to my shoulders, and then to the hemispheres of the breasts. I felt my nipples harden and bully up to the obscene, and from them waves of bliss spread throughout my body. I have already forgotten that tightly bound. It was as if I was floating in the clouds, enjoying the caresses of my partners. My eyes were closed, my lips were relaxed and I didn’t feel the leather lining at all, pressed tightly against them, and the gag, which had been driven into my mouth to the limit.

“Black” didn’t strongly pinch both nipples with her fingers and slowly began to roll them, and “Red” slowly began to insert into my crevice one finger at first, followed by the second one, until she put the whole palm in me. And then I "exploded" with a hoarse moan and all arched to meet her palms. I was overwhelmed with such a wave of pleasure that in a flash I became wet not only from sweat, but also from the secretions of lubricant. In the next moment it seemed to me that a whole waterfall had erupted from my cave.

I looked at the “Redhead”, but she calmly pulled her hand out of her bosom and wiped it with a napkin. “Black” also removed her hands and stepped aside.

- Liked? - slyly smiling, asked "Redhead", - This is a loan. Then give when asked. Do you understand?

“Don't scare the girl,” said “Black,” “Give it back, it’s not going anywhere!”

I was lying in the chair, relaxed and exhausted by a violent orgasm, which could not even moo, and the girls, standing in front of me with my arms folded on my chest ... Read more →