Latex doll maker

——One of them was a sexy, mature, tall and hot succubus, the other a saintess dressed in white latex, with soft blonde hair, a harmonious blend of purity and seduction. Either one alone could drive countless people wild, and even with the added identity of a club owner, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but be stirred, choosing to take a risk. It's just a glance, after all. As the club owner, they wouldn't target me for something like this, right? At worst, I'll be tied up once, which would be worth it. "Little girl, what are you pretending for in front of me..." Yelena, however, didn't buy it. Instead, she deliberately leaned closer to Rebecca's ear and whispered with a playful laugh, "People who come to a club aren't afraid of being seen? No matter how embarrassing it is, you can endure it... maybe you're secretly enjoying it right now?" She deliberately lowered her voice, turning the words into a secret between them, but didn't give anyone a chance to react. She brought a gag and pressed it against the soft lips. "Ah~" "Ah..." Rebecca frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to comply, opening her mouth obediently to receive the white latex gag. She let the other party tighten the straps until there was no gap between her lips and the latex. "Mmm, the size is just right." Yelena held Rebecca's shoulders, turning her to face herself to check if the gag was the right size. "The size of a gag is also an art. Too big is unsightly, too small is useless. For someone like you, to be able to just barely cover it with your lips, with the corners of your mouth perfectly sealed against the latex, that's what looks alluring." She paused, her gaze sweeping down from top to bottom without any pretense, and deliberately said: "Especially for a saintess like you, with delicate features and a touch of playful mischief, you naturally look a bit pitiable when wearing a gag. It fits the saintess theme perfectly." ...You know it's a theme too? Rebecca was furious at being described, but now she couldn't speak and didn't dare to truly defy the other party. She could only glare resentfully at that half-smiling face. If looks could kill, she would have beaten Yelena to a pulp long ago. Yelena remained unfazed. She even took out a blindfold and dangled it in front of Rebecca. "With those terrifying eyes, Miss Saintess almost purified me, a succubus. That won't do. It's safer to wear a blindfold~" She raised her hands, unceremoniously pinched the sides of the blindfold, and pressed it onto Rebecca's eyes. Her ten slender, well-proportioned fingers then gently moved forward, weaving through strands of golden hair, skillfully fastening the ties and adjusting the tightness. "Miss Saintess can't see now, so let me help you interpret." Yelena pulled at the edges of the blindfold, smoothing out any wrinkles, and explained: "This blindfold Miss Saintess is wearing was specially designed for this. Structurally, it seems to be just an ordinary blindfold, with only some reinforcement on the edges of the white latex. The purpose is to reduce the feeling of restraint and create an atmosphere of you being in distress." She spoke each word clearly, at a steady pace, explaining the design concept of the entire outfit: "From head to toe, everything you're wearing deliberately blurs the line between BDSM gear and normal accessories. The handcuffs are so intricate to balance the sexiness of the latex suit. In other words, except for someone with your looks, others might not look as good in this outfit. Of course, they wouldn't look bad either." She's explaining... Why is she explaining? Rebecca was actually a little confused, curious why the other party was telling her all this. Yelena seemed to guess her thoughts and chuckled softly, slowly saying, "Because, Miss Saintess, you're probably going to be trapped here for a while. If I don't tell you these things, you might not know how alluring you look when you're eventually rescued." Wait a minute, trapped here for a while?! Rebecca immediately reacted, frantically trying to speak and ask, but the gag turned her desperate attempts into helpless moans: "Mmm... Mmm-hmm!?"

"Mmm, good girl." In the morning, just after waking up and finishing her ablutions, Ellen sat on the floor, stroking her beloved latex pet, which was nuzzling her affectionately. She cooed, "My latex puppy lasted all night, but Master has to go out all day today. You need to be good and obedient when you're home alone~" Today, she was dressed in a relatively cute ensemble: thigh-high socks, a JK miniskirt, and a modest long-sleeved JK uniform. The outfit accentuated her alluring figure without being overly ostentatious, striking a perfect balance. In contrast, Rebecca's situation was far more "dire." "Mmm... mmmph...!" Now bound in a full set of K9 restraints, she had no choice but to obediently rub against her master's palm, attempting to please her with whimpers and other actions. "Obey, obey." Ellen's smile was genuine as she hugged her cute latex puppy and began to grope her, seemingly reveling in the feel of the latex. She had wanted a pet for a long time, but due to her work schedule, she had no time to accompany it and had to give up on the idea. "Alright, if I stay any longer, Master will be late. You must be good, okay?" After a moment of intimacy with her dog, Ellen stood up, patted Rebecca's head, and gave her final instructions: "There's an emergency communicator next to the sofa. Press that big red button with your arm, and my phone will receive a signal. You can only use it for truly urgent matters." "Mmmph..." Rebecca listened intently to information regarding her own safety, afraid of missing even a single word. This also served as indirect proof that Ellen, as a professional latex doll maker, was indeed experienced and capable of handling all aspects of a situation with meticulous care, leaving no loose ends. "Then Master is leaving~" Seeing Rebecca nod seriously, Ellen finally felt at ease. She slipped on a pair of exquisite round-toed shoes and left the new house they had moved into just a few days prior. "What's the big deal? I've been exposed to slime erosion, and I'm a Switch anyway. Being restrained is commonplace for me. You're worrying too much." Yelena responded calmly and strategically, showing no signs of panic. "Mmm~ In that case, why don't we turn our cute Switch boss into a pet first?" Slime smiled charmingly, casually extending an arm. The boundary of her limb shifted, gradually transforming into a latex pet suit with an opening in the back. She then broke contact and reformed her hand into a complete five-fingered appendage. "This pet suit is connected to me and under my control. As long as you get inside yourself, the opening in the back will close." She got straight to the point, clearly accustomed to such situations and even more accustomed to taking the lead. However, she couldn't have anticipated that Yelena, who was essentially Ellen, had no psychological burden. She merely playfully squeezed Slime's waist, feigning a pout, and stood up, walking towards the pet suit. "This level of restraint won't satisfy me, though?" Without regard for Slime's reaction, Yelena calmly knelt on the floor, then bent one elbow, allowing her arm to slide into the latex embrace. Since the pet suit was essentially a part of Slime's body, it stood firm on the ground, not at all like soft latex, but more like a metal object, making it easy for one to put on alone. "It's my first time wearing a pet suit like this..." Yelena murmured softly, adjusting her balance and guiding her calf towards her thigh. She fumbled for the entrance of the pet suit, experiencing the sensation of latex enveloping her body. Suddenly, she realized that the latex was a bit loose, likely intentionally widened to make it easier for her to put on. "~"

"You can surely guess what that means. At least, in my hands, this effect means I can do whatever I want with your body." Without missing a beat, she pressed her advantage, conjuring another single-handed glove from the void. She seized Allen's wrist, twisting her arm behind her back. "Master, you're bullying me again...!" Allen's brows furrowed, her voice thick with grievance, but entirely devoid of anger. She immediately understood what such restraints, capable of independent action and taking over bodily control, meant to a seasoned trainer in their agency. For a rope master, to force a slave into a position with legs folded and knees splayed outwards, they would first have to bind the knees with rope, find leverage, isolate a single strand, and pull the legs apart. But with these restraints, it would only take a thought from the trainer, and the slave would obediently assume the desired pose, whether she wanted to or not. "When I took you on as my apprentice, partly because you were genuinely adorable – you could even say it was love at first sight – and partly... well, I saw that you were very intelligent. So intelligent that a single hint was enough for you to grasp things." Rebecca habitually licked her lips, widening the opening of the custom-made latex single-handed glove for Allen, and forcefully pulled it onto her slender forearm. She repeated the process, first stretching the opening wider, pulling it upwards, then releasing her hands and using the latex's inherent elasticity to secure it in place, inching her way towards the upper arm. Once it reached its target, encasing almost the entire arm, she then grasped the very tip of the glove. This glove wasn't of the traditional design secured with X-shaped straps. Instead, it was a pull-on type. After securing the glove, she pulled at the collar, slipping it over the head to "swallow" both arms, covering everything from the collarbone down, leaving the wearer with no possibility of escape. The advantage of this design was its absolute, tight restraint. Allen visibly struggled after being bound, her elbows writhing beneath the latex, but she was destined to be unable to break through this covering. "I know, I know~ The correct way to put it on is to put it over your head first, and then stick your hands in... But this glove isn't designed that way. It doesn't have an opening at the bottom, only a collar. It's made especially for you." Rebecca panted, chuckling as she slapped Allen's buttocks, eliciting both pained whimpers and wriggling struggles, a reaction that was quite endearing. The relationship between the master and apprentice had always been delicate. From the beginning, they were both master and servant, and teacher and student, but neither had ever truly broken through that veil. "Little rabbit, where do you think you can run now?"

"The slime body is quite convenient..." Yelena mumbled, cooperatively raising her already restrained hands, folded and secured, as she watched with curiosity how the tentacles worked in unison, prying open the leather restraints and slowly fitting them onto her arms. The tentacles were nimble, and their method of applying force was unusual. In the blink of an eye, one of Yelena's arms was completely encased in leather. Then, several straps were tightened, cinching the leather further. The latex pet suit was already form-fitting. With this pulling and tugging, the leather tightened instantly, pressing into the soft flesh of her arm so deeply that indentations were visible, stark against the latex. Of course, Yelena was protected and felt no pain, but the intense sense of restriction made her uncomfortable. She tried to struggle a few times. The outcome was predictable. Her strength was no match for the limits of the latex and leather. Her arms merely swung back and forth, looking less like a struggle and more like a playful tantrum. The enduring appeal of pet restraints lay in their ability to forcibly alter a slave's demeanor, making them resemble a pet, utterly adorable. For most Doms, capturing a cute little slave to keep as a pet, to tease when bored, or to watch their helpless struggles, was undoubtedly one of their desires. "Is this tightness about right for Miss Yelena?" The slime manipulated its tentacles, locking the straps together. Even the red lacing was tied in a knot, clearly intended to discourage any thought of resistance. "Huuu~ As expected, strict restraint is exhausting. Even with my flexible tentacles, I've only managed one piece so far..." She let out a deliberately weary sigh. The gel-like tentacles then coiled around another set of restraints, reaching for Yelena's other arm. The process repeated, and soon both her hands were fully bound. At this point, Yelena had no possibility of breaking free on her own. She obediently lowered herself, resting on all fours, to facilitate the attachment of the leg restraints. Her figure was exquisite. As she lowered herself, using her elbows and knees as points of support, her waist naturally curved downwards, making the inward arc even more fatally alluring. It flowed seamlessly into her pert buttocks, a view that was completely unobstructed from her neck down. Even a "seasoned slave handler" like the slime was affected. Its gaze remained fixed on Yelena's latex-clad body, which shimmered slightly under the light. A primal urge arose, a desire to finish the restraint immediately, take her home, and play with her thoroughly. Fortunately, it managed to suppress its inner desires and did not prematurely end the game. It guided the tentacles to position the restraints beside her thighs.