BlasphamousYour muffled gasps of love and glee are nothing but crickets in the dead of night to your new trainer, the sound of the rubbery fabric rubbing against each other sends you into a world of kink and obedience your mind nothing but a void of pleasure, not a single thought rings through your head, just as it should, like a drone in a hive and your trainer is the queen. You press down into your inflatable waist in a futile attempt to release some pleasure, with no use but you don't care. You're constantly relishing in the suit and you will obey your master.
and grow the rubbery empire.
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