Extreme Bondage & Vaccum Bag Latex Play with my Married Submissive

In the heart of Sydney, nestled between the glossy high-rises and bustling streets, lies Lucy's dungeon. A place where the ordinary crumbles away, and the extraordinary comes alive. Tonight, my dungeon was reserved for a special guest, John, a 50-year-old married man who craved the thrill of submission. I've come to know John over the last couple months... a deeply "alpha" man in his daily life, but in my dungeon, he became a submissive little sissy for me...

John was already here, stripped down bare, his cock standing at attention, eager for the night's festivities. I circled him, my leather corset creaking with every movement, my black stilettos clicking against the cold concrete floor. "You're mine tonight, John," I purred, my voice echoing off the dungeon walls. "And I plan to use you to my heart's content."

I led him to the center of the room, where a black vacuum bed awaited. It was a device of extreme bondage, a latex sheet stretched over a metal frame, with a zipper running down the middle. Once John was inside, only his head would be visible, the rest of his body encased in the tight latex. "In you go..." I said, helping him lay down on the bed.

John's breath hitched as I zipped him in, his body cocooned in the tight latex. His cock twitched, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained. "I can't move."

"That's the point, John," I replied, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I trailed a finger down his latex-covered chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my touch. "You're mine to play with, and I plan to make the most of it."

I moved to the head of the bed, where a small hole allowed John to breathe. I fitted a gas mask over his face, the rubber molding to his features. "Breathe deep, John," I instructed, turning on the gas. It was a special blend, designed to heighten his senses, to make every touch, every sensation, more intense.

John's eyes widened as the gas took effect, his body tensing beneath the latex. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice muffled by the mask. "I can feel everything."

I trailed a finger down his latex-covered chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my touch. "That's the idea, John," I replied, my voice dripping with lust. "I want you to feel everything."

I moved to the end of the bed, where John's cock was straining against the latex. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it twitch beneath my touch. "You're mine, John," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the vacuum bed. "And I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before."

I began to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm. John's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath the latex. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum."

I squeezed his cock, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. "Not yet, John," I replied, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved to the side of the bed, where a collection of toys awaited. I selected a small vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against John's latex-covered ass. He gasped, his body tensing beneath the latex. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice muffled by the mask. "That feels amazing."

I moved the vibrator in slow circles, pressing it against his ass. John's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath the latex. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum."

I pulled the vibrator away, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "Not yet, John," I replied, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved to the head of the bed, where John's face was flushed, his eyes wide. I unzipped the vacuum bed, releasing him from his latex prison. He gasped, his body trembling with need. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained. "I need to cum."

I moved to the end of the bed, where John's cock was still straining against the latex. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it twitch beneath my touch. "Cum for me, John," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the vacuum bed. "Cum for me."

John's body tensed, his cock pulsing in my hand. He cried out, his voice echoing off the dungeon walls as he came, his cum spurting out in long, thick ropes. "Fuck, Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained. "That was amazing."

I smiled, wiping my hand on a nearby towel. "I told you I'd make you cum like you've never cum before, John," I replied, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "And I always keep my promises."