Teased in a Box

Elise stands there in her tight rubber playsuit, grinning like the cat that got the cream. She guides her rubber gimp into an open-front wooden box and snaps his cuffed wrists and ankles into place. He's already locked in before she slides the thick wooden neck piece shut. The box owns him now. The second that collar clicks, his hooded head becomes hers to use. Under the sealed rubber hood sits a fat gag wedged between his teeth and rubber tubes stuck up his nose. He can't see her, can't speak, can barely breathe unless she allows it. Elise decides to test just how wide his mouth can stretch. Her fingers pry at the rubber lips first, then she swaps them for the inflatable gag, pumping it bigger and bigger until the corners of his mouth pull tight. She doesn't stop there. A suction cup with a hitachi strapped to it gets clamped over his cock. One flick of the switch and the toy starts thrumming. Now the gimp has two jobs: keep breathing and not shoot his load while she plays with the air valves. Elise pinches the nostril tubes shut whenever she feels like it, letting him struggle, letting the pressure build behind his balls. Each time she opens the tubes again, he gasps like he's been drowning. She laughs, gives his shaft another teasing buzz, then cuts the air off once more. The gimp jerks inside the box, helpless, every breath and every throb under her control.