My Entertainment

Squeak lies inside a skin of heavy black rubber, a thick gas mask hood locked over his face. The world goes silent. Only the tight press of latex against every inch of him remains. Elise likes that silence. She works a small hole open at the crotch, shoves his cock and balls through, and lets them hang there in the cooler air. Exposed. Owned. She tapes electrodes along the soft skin of his inner thighs, then wraps more tape around the shaft and under the balls. A twist of the dial sends the first sharp pulse up into him. Squeak jumps inside the rubber. His shaft twitches, fattens, rises against his will. Elise smiles. She wraps her gloved fingers around it, strokes once, slow, then harder, watching every pulse the current drags from him. When she sees he’s close she backs off, flicks the voltage higher, watches him buck and whine inside the mask. She wants the orgasm ripped out of him whether he’s ready or not. She sets the vibrator against the head of his cock, holds it there, and clicks the power up again. Squeak’s whole body seizes inside the suit. The rubber creaks. His cock jerks hard in her hand, shooting thick ropes across the tape and electrodes. Elise keeps the vibe pressed tight until the last spasm dies. Then she switches everything off, leaving him trembling and dripping inside the suit.