I try to breathe calmly, but the tightness of everything on me, the weight of my huge, heavy tits, the thick, humiliating gag of six pairs of other girls' panties, and the growing sense of panic prevent me from doing so. I breathe rapidly and moan into my gag, writhing pathetically in my latex prison. This tight latex hobble skirt, reaching to my ankles, restricts my movements and, together with the shackles on my legs, forces me to mince in high red heels, making my tits shake and that damn cowbell jingle. Armbinder binds my arms so tightly that it pushes my tits out even further, turning me into a fetish object in every sense of the word.
I feel incredibly helpless and humiliated. For the first time in a long time, I'm truly trying to free myself, but I only end up intensifying my humiliation, moaning into my gag and shaking my tits.
"Pathetic latex creature, you'll spend the whole day like this for these ridiculous attempts!" - Mom tightened the straps on my armbinder even tighter, and I heard a click, like a lock being locked. She grab me, bent me over, forcing my ass to stick out and my tits to lower themselves, which began to shake even more violently, and led me into the room like that. God, I feel destroyed and broken…
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