Rubber Cocoon

As I stand there naked in a bright room, inside my latex hood, it is dark. Elise slides each of my hands into rubber mitts, rendering my fingers useless. Beginning to sense that she is getting excited in making me more and more helpless, I reach out to her body with my mitts, reaching through her legs and doing what little I can to stimulate her. She takes a moment to enjoy herself with my rubber touch, but ultimately instructs me to stand at attention so she can plug my *** with an electro **** plug and squeeze my testicles and **** into an electro **** ring. Ultimately, she instructs me to enter the rubber bag that is laid out before her. As I slide in, I notice how I am being consumed by the cool material all around my body. Elise ties my wrists together in the back before zipping up the sack and laying me down on her platform bed. With a hiss of the air tank, the bag begins to inflate, puffing me up like a human balloon. I can tell Elise is tying me to the bed with rope, as I hear the unmistakeable sound of rope running through metal rings, and I feel my movement becoming more restricted. A gas mask is attached to my face, instantly creating more awareness of each breath - even before it is ultimately connected to a ventilator which dictates when and how much air I am allowed. Now completely at her mercy, I could do nothing but surrender to the sensations engulfing me. As Elise turned up the electro current to my genitals and my ***, I could tell she was growing more excited when I heard the familiar buzz from a vibrator near my head. Elise’s sounds of pleasure are exciting for me, though they are often paired with more pain on my end. I am happy to receive what she has to give me if it pleases her. Though I suspect it’s indiscernible on the outside of my inflated cocoon, my body writhes in agony as she indulges in her twisted pleasure. My muffled moans are music to her ears.