The three women worked together to fold each of his limbs, which was somewhat difficult due to the tight bodysuit, and slide his knees and elbows into each of the wide leather sheaths. The caps covered his arms from wrist to shoulder and his legs from ankle to upper thigh, cradling everything in loose, comfortable cushioning. asian Then the lacing and straps were tightened and the buckles latched shut, and what was loose became firm and unyielding. The caps had Tom’s hands firmly trapped in place, pointing up and pressed against the side of the suit. Miranda and her friends had ensured he would be unable to free himself from the bitchsuit; he would remain within the suit until they decided to let him out, and a not one moment sooner. But just to rub his helplessness in, as a final touch Miranda also slid leather bondage gloves over his hands. The two fingerless mittens trapped his fingers within narrow channels that had him unable to even wiggle his fingers. A similar kind of leather sock soon covered his feet, more for the sake of completing the set than anything else. The three women took a step back to admire their work. Tom’s skin was hidden beneath two layers of thick leather and tight rubber, with only his eyes and mouth remaining uncovered and untouched. His tortured form was completely hidden underneath the punishingly constrictive corset and bodysuit, and the leg and arm bindings forced him to stand on all fours. Not only that, the suit’s natural designed enforced a posture that had his head bowed low and his face pointed straight towards the ground, for any attempt to look up would soon lead to an aching neck. “There we go,” Miranda said. Her voice oozed proud satisfaction. “The bitchsuit fits you perfectly, honey. You look wonderful.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Tom mumbled, eyes to the ground. Miranda shared a glance with the other two women. She leaned over and whispered. They nodded, then turned and walked away, heading out towards the back door of the house. Miranda knelt and kissed the top of Tom’s head. One hand began to lightly rub his back, just like she was petting a dog, while the other hand snaked around and reached for the suit’s crotch zipper. Slowly, without any hurry to her movements, Miranda unzipped him, exposing first his raging erection to the air, then blowjob the base of the plug still lodged inside his ass. “You did a good job, dear. How about we take out that dildo? Your ass must ache terribly.” “Yes, ma’am,” Tom said with some relief. “Thank you, ma’am.” Miranda hummed consolingly. “Oh, it’s the least I could do. You know I only want the best for you, sweetie. You’ve been a good boy.” Miranda’s fingers closed upon the plug. She pulled, the force of her arm strong and steady, and the plug slid from his body fast cumshot enough Hardcore to make Tom yelp. Tom looked up in surprise, and Miranda smiled and kept eye contact, her face the picture of innocent big cheer even as she sadistically wretched the toy from his body, fast enough to hurt yet slow enough to give him time to soak in the pain. The bitchsuit soon had Tom looking back to the ground, and he could do nothing but passively stand by while Miranda forced the thick toy past his rosebud with such rough force that tears sprung to his eyes. But soon enough Miranda finished pulling out the butt plug. She took a moment to admire the dildo’s impressive length and girth, then set it down to the side and leaned over to look at the gaping hole it had left behind. The size of it had her let out a dainty gasp, her voice full of soft surprise, even as her fingers reached out to touch the rim. I was going to do something naughty. While I didn't like Mayor Wright, I edited him too much. He never expected such joy was there in cunt fucking. 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