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After a strenuous day, it's time to put the naughty rubber pig in the rubber cage. Beautifully fixed in latex, the gas mask is put on, and the piss bottle is screwed on. For some nice rubber-horny urine therapy in the rubber cell. The night will be hot. Very hot, and the piss therapy will turn the exhausted slave pig into a wild rubber sow again the next morning. The tail up, the mouth wide open, and a new day of drilling will begin. dream well, you dirty little sow.

Well, is your rim itching? You've come to the right place with the doctor. Now we're going to do hemorrhoid exercises for an hour or more. Stick the thermometer into your itchy asshole, but wait, that's too thin. You need something really provocative, something to destroy your rosettes. Cold, hard, and burning, I'll ram my thick rod into your stinky hole. Exclusive examination in the brown room by the senior physician herself. And while you lie there twitching and gasping in front of me, getting fucked deep until your ass glows like a burning candle at night. This is the first aid you need with a health insurance card, you statutory health insurance patient.

He hangs there lightly, almost weightlessly, like a wet sack. The slave pig. Rigidly fixed by his arms and legs, spread wide, his ass out, his cock rock hard. The smacking of the milking machine and the gentle rocking drive the horny sack almost into the nirvana of horniness. It pumps, it sucks, the vacuum of the Venus 2000 draws the **** from his head. Can he think clearly? None. That's how the Mistress likes it. The shaft throbs, the Mistress laughs and holds the smacking, greedy device in place. The stupid sow is milked like a cow. He swings and rocks in his harness, he moans and sighs. Not out of desire, no, because he has to. There is no escape, only sucking and laughter from the Mistress. His cock is already overstimulated and sore. And then finally the liberating command. The hard emptying, a painful orgasm, and his final twitch. Shot empty and left hanging. It's just not a bed of roses. The rubber slave's life.

The cold bondage frame encircles the slave. Tightly bound by his hands and feet, he stands there motionless, submissive, and unsuspecting. His nipples scream beneath my long,red claws, which dig deep into his sinful slave flesh. A sigh, a soft moan escapes the slave's mouth. His cock twitches and dances. Then I attach the electrodes. The loops tighten. Nice and tight. Hot pulsation meets cold metal, the controls turned up to the max, the claws drilled deep into his cock and balls until he is exhausted and completely drained of his juices.