Rubber Bubble Bath

Elise Graves spotted Rachel Greyhound and knew right away this one could take it. Fearless. Playful. But Elise never trusts a pretty face until she's pushed it. Today the test meant bondage and a tub. Both women stripped bare. Elise zipped Rachel into a skin-tight rubber sack that pinned her arms and stole her balance. Rachel stood naked in the porcelain trap, wobbling, tits out, breath quick. Elise shoved. Rachel tipped. Elise caught her, then let her tip again, proving control and safety in the same breath. Down Rachel went, sack and all, into the empty tub. Ropes lashed tight around slick black latex. Cold water hissed from the tap. The level rose, kissing rubber, climbing toward her chin. Rachel’s breath hitched, then turned into a low, excited laugh. She liked the helplessness. Elise knelt over her, waterproof vibe already humming. She pressed it between Rachel’s spread thighs, right where the rubber stretched thin. Pleasure cut through the fear as water climbed higher. Rachel moaned, squirmed, tried to thrust, but the sack and the ropes held her still. Finally the hood: thick, glossy, black. Elise tugged it down, sealed it, turned Rachel into nothing but a shiny, faceless body and a pair of big, perfect tits. The vibrator stayed busy. Rachel’s muffled giggles turned to desperate whimpers while water lapped at her masked lips and Elise watched, satisfied that the test had been passed.