Her portable prison of steel and rubber held her rigidly erect, with her hands firmly fastened to her hips.Her portable prison of steel and rubber held her rigidly erect, with her hands firmly fastened to her hips. All she could do was stand there and shake. Mandy waited a moment, then prodded her in the rear. Flora began walking again, inching her way down the corridor, each step no longer than a foot. It was even harder to start moving again. Her orgasm had made her nipples and clitoris even more sensitive, and she tried to keep her torso from shifting moving as she walked. Unfortunately, that was made impossible by the clever arrangement of the rods connecting her ankles and shoulders. She was getting warmer too, as her recent orgasm and the exertion of walking in her tightly controlled bondage had warmed the rubber corselet and the K-Y jelly within it. Once again, at the insistent groping of the rubber fingers, and the steady pumping of the dildo, she found herself riding the waves of another sexual crest. Somehow, she managed to make it to the door of the elevator before she cried out into her gag with another unbridled orgasm. Unable to look down at her body because of the high posture collar, held firmly in the tight grip of her rubber corselet and hood, she now felt as if she had become a disembodied cunt, while waves of sexual spending and climax swept over her. When she recovered, she glanced back along her path. It had taken her ten minutes to mince the twenty feet from the bedroom to the ervant's lift. It had seemed like hours and miles. Mandy manhandled her into the lift. As she rested in the elevator, she nearly cried as she realized that it was easily twice the previous distance from the lift to the dining room. |