Flora was, in a way, enjoying herself immensely.Flora was, in a way, enjoying herself immensely. Although the corset portion of the rubber body shaper was uncomfortably tight, making her feel a bit breathless, the rest of the outfit was another matter. Her head was tightly encased in the helmet and felt, well... TIGHT, as if she had been drinking. The balloon gag filling her mouth distended her cheeks slightly, and gave her a kind of simple, oral satisfaction, like she got from performing fellatio. The fiendish attachments of the corselet felt entirely too nice, and she squirmed a tiny bit, as little as the steel bar at her back allowed. The look in the mirror had really excited her, for she hardly recognized herself. Her face had taken on the appearance of an ebony female android, and her waist was now so tiny as to almost be unbelievable. Ever since she had met Mandy they had both been reducing their waists through tight-lacing, even wearing a tight belt to bed. But this was certainly the smallest that Flora had ever been laced down to. |