I guarantee you the exposed nipples are the worst part of her predicament. No Master could resist tormenting those little teepees endlessly, as the clamps in the second picture attest. ;)
“Can we breathe yet? Please?” is what I imagine they’d be saying, if they could speak.
Seriously, the pump gag I have goes from uncomfortable to omigod-I’m-suffocating in like two pumps. Not for the faint of heart, so props to these keen subbies. ;)
The captured agent wasn’t talking. So it was only appropriate to fill her mouth with this harness pump gag. Every 20 minutes, the rubber wedge inside would get that little bit bigger and cause more distress. We got all day and night.
Roger had finally gotten tired of his bitchy wife. You can push a man too far and now his good lady is confined within a nice skintight latex suit. The neck corset is strict and the hood, with attachable gag and blindfold is doing a remarkable job. The fully inflated rubber pump gag is keeping the harridan very silent, with gurgled grunts muffled nicely. Just wait until the concealed vibes are turned up to maximum.
