I could indulge myself in the psychological meaning of a gag, about humiliation and de-humanisation. Porn vedio Illaun was semi-deep-throating. It was one of my severest models, running all the way up to her shoulders before sending out straps around her chest. “And what did you forget?”
“The correct address, sensei.”
Illaun didn’t resist as I removed the septum clamp and rolled the smooth latex down her head, covering the last free part of her. The four-fingered hand retracted, and the girl’s gaggings were replaced by coughs. Currently, it was completely open. Tanaka had finished his creative phase and joined his comrade (actually I had asked him to do so, for I suspected the scrawny bloke to smoke in the workshop). The hood offered openings for mouth and nostrils as well as for the eyes and impressed with a face part decorated like a Venetian carnival mask (I had a weakness for weird details, so I tested it on Illaun). I buckled it tight, really tight, to teach her a lesson. The former sensation Illaun had already experienced, the latter was new to her. “Front or back?”
Embarrassed silence. If his answer regarding this one were “no” – and I saw no reason to expect that –, I would have little problems to sell Illaun elsewhere. When she saw them, she actually backed off, but couldn’t escape
