Joan in Latex by Voculus
Blind Joan, showing off her beauty in latex. :)
Wearing some heels now.
She’s really enjoying the hood. :D
Having a seat.
Just a quick render of Joan with a full latex mask. :D
The photographer not doing her job, and playing with the subject! =P
Daphne seems to have a voracious appetite for Joan, especially when she’s covered in latex.
“How much time do we have left in the studio, Daphne?”
“We have about forty-five minutes left.”
“Perfect. I’ve been thinking about a surprise I wanted to give you. Think of it as an early birthday present.”
“Ooh, Joan! I can’t wait to see it!”
“Now, you wait right here. I’m going to get some things.”
“Whatever you say, my blind mistress!”
“Comfy, Daphne?”
“Ungh! Never been better!”
“That’s good. You’re going to be there a while.” :) (Smile)
“A while? Joan, what do we have, like thirty minutes left in the studio?”
“You know, you sure do talk a lot, Daphne. Though that Australian accent does melt my heart, I need some silence…”
In her hogtied position, Daphne had to crane her neck until it hurt, and could only see Joan’s legs walking away from her, with her customary blind walking style that she loved to see so much.
Joan fumbled around in her bag for a bit, and produced a big ball gag. Joan couldn’t see it, but Daphne’s eyes went wide. “Joan, that gag… it looks so big. I don’t know if I…. unghhmmmmphh!”
The sound of Daphne’s voice led the blind Joan right where she needed to be, and with a speed that caught Daphne totally off-guard, she shoved the ball gag between the hogtied woman’s teeth. Daphne was enjoying Joan’s surprise quite a bit, but even she was taken aback at how harsh Joan was being. Was is something she did? No matter. She was tied up and a gagged by a woman wearing a latex hood, and it was a huge turn-on for her.
Daphne mmphed into her ballgag as Joan walked away, and changed out of her latex, and into her street clothes. What on Earth was she doing? Joan walked back to the sound of Daphne’s moaning, and knelt down.
“Are you ready for your surprise, Daphne?”
Daphne looked up at Joan, as if to ask what she meant, but saw only an eyeless fave staring back at her. She couldn’t read her expression at all. What was she talking about? Wasn’t this impromptu bondage session the surprise?
“I’m going home, dear. And you’re staying here.”
Daphne screamed into her gag, for all the good it did her.
“By my reckoning, we have about fifteen minutes left for this studio rental, so I don’t think you’ll be here too long, before someone finds you.”
Daphne thrashed about, and the gag kept her from saying a word. Was she serious? No. Surely, she was teasing her. She and Joan had a history of some rather “severe” play sessions together, but not even Joan would do this to her. Would she? She was so frustrated and so turned on. What if she really meant it? What if some other photographer and model came in here, and found her like this?
Joan fetched her cane and sunglasses. As good as her word, she began making her way to the door of the studio. Again, Daphne screamed into her gag, but she fell silent as Joan opened the door, as she didn’t want to be heard by anyone who might be in the main corridor. She watched in utter disbelief, as Joan walked out and closed the door behind her. “Goodbye Daphne!”, said Joan, with a sweet and mocking tone.
Daphne rolled on her side, to see the clock high on the wall. Her session was over in ten minutes. Maybe she would get lucky, and the next block wasn’t booked out. But that’s no plan at all. She struggled against the tape, desperately trying to free herself, but Joan had done her work well. There was no escape. She was going to be stuck like this. Hogtied with tape, a huge ballgag in her mouth, and all alone. She dreaded having to explain herself to whoever found her like this.
As the minutes ticked down to her eventual public humiliation, she began conjuring ways to get Joan back. Oh yes, Joan… You don’t get this one for free.