Rubber pet

"It is finished! “Veronica looked over at Peter intently, her eyes shining with curiosity at this announcement. He sat at his computer console surrounded by screens, entering data with amazing speed. Finished? Really done? "Yes indeed. I've already checked everything except for the voice output, which is supposed to remain secret until I need it, but the software and modems work perfectly.

We just have to test the programs. "Well finally! Now how long did it take to build this thing? “From my first idea – a year I would say! "Hopefully it's worth it." Don't worry." Peter's voice was brimming with conviction." When do you want to test it?" "Right away. Ahead of my business trip to the Middle East next week. Don't forget that I made this for you and I want it to work perfectly.” Of course, I hope so too.”Veronica's slight doubt made Peter smile as he entered another command.

He waved her to his side and pointed to his open briefcase lying on the table. A complex keyboard completely filled the interior. Rows of buttons and displays surrounded a small screen, a keyboard and a modem for telephone transmission of data. "This is my personal control center," he said quietly, his fingers stroking the keypads lovingly.

“With this modem I can contact you directly and at lightning speed from anywhere in the world. Commands are encoded, sent over the satellite and arrive here at the decoder, which relays them to you through a simple radio remote control. Once contact is made, my control over you is absolute - wherever I am, whenever I want!” Veronica smiled. “If you want to test it now, I guess I have to change.

Can I have the keys?” Peter untied a small bunch of keys from the chain around his neck and held them in her face. She tried to grab it with her bound hands, but he pulled it away and grabbed her waist tightly. Her arousing scent mingled with the sweet aroma of the smooth rubber as he bent to kiss her. Veronica was still gasping for breath as his probing tongue pushed into her mouth; she balked slightly because she knew how much he liked that.

Her shiny rubber clothing rustled softly in unison with her movements, reflections of light playing in abstract patterns across the flawless surface. Earlier Peter had taken special care in choosing her latex wardrobe for the day. Now she knew why. They had both been looking forward to the remote controlled robot suit finally being completed.

His advances had been arduous, until microelectronics had allowed him to fabricate the tiny circuits that would fit into the suit's walls without sacrificing his beautifully slim, feminine form. Peter looked down at Veronica's glowing face, the only one on her body not covered in tight black rubber. Her bonnet framed her face with a clean, tight finish, without any tangled hair. Veronica had been completely depilated for over two years; So, their bizarre and intense relationship has lasted for a long time. She made a ritual of shaving; removed every little hair.

The result was exaggerated nudity; her femininity was further emphasized by the delicate chrome rings she wore through her nipples and genitals. Peter admired his naked rubber slave and used every technique possible to satisfy a hunger for the bizarre. His genius as an engineer and electronics technician had produced a remarkable collection of equipment, the current highlight of which was this suit. And now he was done! Peter kissed Veronica's soft, half-open lips again, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth.

She trembled slightly while his hand slid lower and stroked her rubber-covered buttocks. He slipped a finger under the back lacing of her ankle-length hobble skirt and pressed it into the crevice. Veronica felt the rubber stretch excitingly until it touched her rings, which were held taut by small weights.

"I want you," she gasped, poking around in his ear with her tongue. Peter enjoyed the warmth of her body against his chest, feeling the stiff peaks of her taut breasts clearly and hard with excitement.

Veronica stroked the hardening lump in his crotch, the handcuffs jingling softly around her wrists, and kissed the back of his neck, sliding her full, wet lips over his skin like she was a vampire. He grabbed her shiny shoulders and held her at arm's length, enjoying the sight of her rubberized body. She stood proud and upright, forced by the height of her black leather laced ballerina boots. Both pointed breasts were presented conically in the well-formed cups of her high-necked rubber blouse.

Veronica's curvaceous hips and thighs strained the tight elastic of the hobble skirt, which flattened her stomach and pulled her legs together into a single, elegant column. A wide, tightly-laced patent-leather buckled belt cinched her narrow waist, its murderously tight lacing secured with padlocks. Her wrists were tied to the belt with a short silver chain, drastically restricting her freedom of movement. Peter thought she had never looked more beautiful! She stood in front of him, slowly rotating her hips as her arousal built.

He wanted the suit tested right away, but the sight of her arousal tempted him. Half an hour wouldn't make any difference. He kissed her again and pulled a black rubber mask from his pocket. Veronica's eyes glittered in a face flushed with excitement.

She licked her parted lips like a cat when she saw the mask and held still resignedly as Peter stretched it over her head, down to the hem of the blouse, enclosing it completely in rubber, that oddly exciting skin that was in the Light flashed and shimmered. The mask was completely closed, a homogeneous layer enclosing her face and head, from which only two nasal tubes protruded, which were attached to the back of the head in an elegant curve over both cheeks. Another tube came out of her mouth and ended in a small pair of bellows that bobbed defiantly in front of her chin. Veronica's breath hitched as Peter grabbed the bellows and, with a few quick strokes, blew up the previously slack bubble in her mouth until her cheeks bulged and gleamed. Gagged and bound, Veronica shivered in a world of total darkness, feeling only her own heart pounding and the damp warmth between her legs.

Peter let go of her shoulders and grinned as she immediately struggled for balance on the towering ballet flats. He walked around her quietly, and picked up a small metal box, finger poised over the single button on it. Over here!” he called softly. When she turned, her senses darkened, seeking his closeness, he pressed the button.

Veronica held her breath, muffled moans escaping her gagged mouth. Beneath the layers of rubber, a tiny vibrator tickled seductively between her legs, sending wave after wave of delicious vibrations down the chains to her pubic rings and clit. As she stumbled forward, Peter sidestepped, at his command made her turn again and continue blindly searching. With each turn, she became more confused, and more aroused. The vibrator tormented her soft, swollen flesh with sweet agony while Peter guided her through the house like an invisible thread, calling softly from all sides, causing her to twirl and pirouette in a way that was a delight.

Veronica loved this game, her blindness increasing the sense of vulnerability as she tried to find Peter, squirming in her bonds and restrictive clothing. The game was simple and straightforward, but she barely stood a chance. No matter how fast she spun on her heels, she had never caught him. Peter tormented her, who was inevitably heading towards orgasm, and whose movements became more and more hectic.

She had to find him before she came or she had lost. Again she heard his voice in her ear. She turned in desperation, taking tiny steps forward, legs pressed together by the hobble skirt, feeling the weights between her thighs, but he was gone again. She had to find him. Had to…! Her body melted beneath the rubber skin, sagging in a chaos of heat and pleasure, tears streaming down her face beneath the mask.

She swayed, losing her balance, but Peter caught her safely in his arms wrapped protectively around her while her chest heaved with gasping effort until she regained her composure. Pulled the wet mask off her head and licked her sweat out of it. "I'm afraid you've lost again." "I don't care," Veronica said in a distant voice, her gaze glazed on nothing. “I want to rest now.

"Later. First we have to test the suit. I want to make sure it's 100% working when I'm gone. "Why? "Because during those four days you will be locked inside, my little rubber girl!" Peter had left, following his colleagues on the annual trek to Hong Kong, where they were attending an international conference on miniature circuits and devices.

Veronica wondered how the delegates would react when they saw the results of Peter's own private research. Hong Kong – almost halfway around the world. Even in the Concorde, the flight was tediously long. She didn't know if he had already arrived.

She had absolutely no idea what time it might be, because before he left Peter had removed all the clocks in the house, as well as the radio and television. That should upset her even more. Veronica stood comfortably and comfortably, slightly reclining with her arms closed and her arms wide open. So she had spent the last eight hours in total darkness, unable to move a muscle, choosing to spend the entire afternoon and early evening within the rigid warmth of her steel encasement. Outwardly resembling a suit of armor, only far more elegant and feminine, it encircled her body in a tight and unyielding grip.

Anchored to the ground by a single joint in the back, it could be rotated at will. Later, Veronica would level the thing to spend the night that way. She entered through a single, full-length opening hatch that closed automatically upon boarding. The lock only opened after a preset timer had expired, or on Peter's remote-controlled signal.

At present, her condition was chosen voluntarily, despite the heavy bondage. She had resolved not to masturbate, lest she water down her reactions when she was under her master's command. But it turned out to be harder than she thought. The only sure way to curb her high levels of arousal was to remain completely still and spend the hours in some sort of dreamy trance. She floated in this comfortably relaxed position until, without warning, the timer ran out and the flap swung open.

Like a giant silver moth, Veronica emerged from the steel cocoon and down to the bedroom floor. She stretched her stiff limbs and undecidedly walked over to the living room to check the decoder's ready light. A green light came on, indicating the suit was under their own limited control. She could drink, eat, and relieve herself, but that was all.

The other light on the decoder was red, and would come on when Peter sent his code. Once contact was made, control of her suit would pass to him, giving him an extraordinary array of functions - and there was nothing she could do about it! She would become his sex robot, dancing like a silver doll at his bidding. Data would be sent back and forth through her phone line to his portable computer and he would be able to monitor and read all of her bodily functions and plan his actions accordingly.

Veronica slowly walked back into the bedroom and in front of the large mirror, instinctively drawn to her own reflection. The sight was breathtaking! Like a knight of old, she was clad head to toe in gleaming armor that refracted the light in glittering reflections that emanated from the many joints and hinges of the chromed surface.

But this was no crude assemblage of metal plates. The suit seemed to have melted onto her body, the joints barely noticeable, the effect of a very sexy looking robot girl with overemphasized feminine features. She moved her limbs cautiously. Although all joints were fully articulated, a distinct bulkiness hampered their freedom, adding to the sense of robotization.

She raised her arms and ran the almond-shaped chrome claws over her trapped head. The perfectly formed helmet contained plexiglass viewing panels that could be closed with panels. Two breathing tubes protruded from the faceplate above a pair of perfectly formed, chromed lips that seemed half open. The chin section was articulated and could be folded down to allow access to the plugged tube that passed through the rubber balloon that filled her mouth and was her only means of feeding. Any communication beyond an inarticulate grunt was impossible.

A small speech generator was attached behind the open lips, which was connected to the decoder by the remote control. She wouldn't have any control over what she said, gagged as she was, though. Peter had programmed numerous phrases and requests that would be randomly called up and vocalized by a random number generator. She could hear her own "voice" through headphones sealed in her ears with wax.

Veronica turned in front of the mirror and admired the play of lights on the shiny chrome surface.

Her large breasts were perfectly encapsulated in a cone shape, except for the tips where her hard and aroused nipples were prominently displayed beneath two plexiglass cones. Peter had secured her in the armor by slipping small crossbars through her piercings and pinning them to the suit. He'd used the same method on her crotch, where small moving levers held her rings. Struggling against the bulky suit, Veronica rotated her pelvis and felt the two artificial limbs in her abdomen.

Both were vibrators and the anal plug could be removed if needed to allow her relief, but Veronica always kept it inside as she enjoyed the feel of his firm presence. The other dildo contained a thermometer and a moisture sensor that read the level of her arousal. Beneath the armor she wore a double-walled, transparent rubber inflatable suit connected to a small pump mounted in one of her thighs. At a signal from Peter, the suit would inflate, putting pressure on her skin. A number of sensors allowed Peter to see the position of her body on his monitor as a schematic representation, duplicating her every movement in three-dimensional animation.

Aware of a certain urge, she made her way mechanically to the toilet, gliding from room to room in silence and stumbling. She undid the hinged flap over her privates and saw ringed cunt nailed to the suit beneath an anatomically plexiglass panel. The benevolent dildos were also clearly visible, as were a number of valves and hose ends passing through the plexiglass shield. She carefully opened the small drain valve and relieved herself through the perfectly attached hose.

That, too, could be controlled remotely, like every other function of the suit.

Veronica returned to the living room and cast a weary look at the decoder, her movements severely restricted by the stiff suit. The green light stayed on. To pass the time, she wandered into the kitchen and inspected the various baby food items he had left her. Normal eating was impossible in the suit as her mouth was filled with the rubber bladder.

But she could take liquid nourishment through the tube. Just the thought of baby food made her queasy - no wonder the nappies always smelled so bad - but then she chose a yoghurt and filled it into a large stainless steel syringe. After opening the chin flap, she connected the syringe to the end of her feeding tube and squeezed the contents inside. You could hardly call it food; she couldn't chew and hardly tasted any of the yogurt except at the back of her mouth.

She pulled off the syringe and cleaned the tube with some water before plugging it back in, putting it back in her mouth and shutting the flap. Bored, she cleaned the kitchen, carefully wiping a few drops of water off the reflective surface of her thigh. Satisfied with her appearance, she paced through the house in her steel platform boots, which were permanently bolted to her legs. She recalled Peter showing her how to charge the suit's batteries by simply plugging in the plugs built into each of the needle-pointed heels into the designated socket in the floor. 'Always charge them well,' he had admonished.

“You never know when you'll need them. Veronica decided to test the batteries again and stood over the floor socket until her heels clicked. The indicators showed full charge, yet she had hardly used the suit's engines. Again she was magically drawn to the decoder.

Nothing had changed. She was grateful that the double rubber suit inside the armor kept her warm. she sighed. The wait seemed endless. Peter was tired after the flight.

He felt disoriented and lost in time; unable to face the noise and endless bustle of one of the largest cities on earth. His hotel room was an oasis of calm and he dropped his suitcases onto the bed and himself next to them. "I hate traveling," he growled, lying motionless for a few minutes, breathing deeply. The room was comfortable and anonymous, completely private and had - a telephone! Peter checked his watch, counted the hours and grinned.

He opened his suitcase, plugged in the modem, and put the phone down. After dialing his own number, the computer beeped its alien codes down the line, data traveling at the speed of light to satellites in geostationary orbit and back. The technology used for this bizarre little game was impressive. The screen came alive as the connection was established. As at home on the decoder, the green status light went on.

Information came in from the sensors in Veronica's suit and was shown on the displays. Her heartbeat was ninety normal temperature and humidity. He heard her quiet breathing through a small microphone built into her neck. Peter took in the information with a quick glance.

Veronica seemed calm and relaxed, she stood motionless. Suddenly she sighed heavily, and he thought of the enormous distance that this sound had to bridge to him. He thought for a moment, considering his course of action, then pressed the access code sequence. The green light went out…..and the red light flashed!Veronica froze in her tracks; her heart was pounding in her throat.

A pleasant feeling spread in her stomach and she waited, her eyes fixed on the lamp. There was a soft pop in her earphones and she felt his presence, familiar yet alien, lurking at the edge of her consciousness like a dark shadow. "Robot Girl, I've made the connection." Peter's calm voice seemed to come from inside her head. "Stand still while I lock you up." Veronica stayed motionless.

She heard a soft hiss as the suit's various flaps locked, and knew that she was now completely under Peter's control. “Wherever you are, go back into the bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. I want you to see my power over you.” She obediently stumbled forward, signaling with a choked grunt that she had reached position. Again she faced her impressive counterpart. She was only too aware of her vulnerability, and yet she felt strangely secure in her armor of steel and rubber.

“I want to know what you see. Describe it to me in detail, speak now!” Veronica was confused for a moment. Peter knew she was gagged, he himself had put the rubber balloon in her mouth before closing the chrome helmet over her head, so what did he want? Naturally! He called her "voice", the secret phrases stored in the decoder. She had hardly understood when she heard a soft woman's voice speak out of her mouth. “My Lord and Master, I stand before myself in the knowledge of Your total control over my body.

Veronica got angry. The voice was very human, not at all like an electronic artificial voice he had once demonstrated to her. As she spoke, she felt strangely suppressed, unable to reach the outside world under an invisible blanket, and she watched as another woman took possession of her body by describing it. Like she's possessed! But she was also curious what kind of voice was that? This woman must have known the suit well, as detailed as she described it, perhaps even worn it? Who had he persuaded to take these recordings? Before she could think about it any further, Peter's disembodied voice reverberated in her head.

“An excellent description, thorough and accurate, that deserves a small reward. Veronica squirmed and gasped as her breasts suddenly felt a delicious tickle, quivering at the touch of tiny motors that vibrated the small steel bars that passed through her nipples. She wanted to touch, but her chromed hands clattered on the Plexiglas tips of her breasts. Unable to touch her own body, Veronica would have quickly become frustrated had she not known that the suit provided every imaginable form of stimulation for her. She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath through the tubes as her nipples were massaged in their protective covers, sending wave upon wave of lustful shivers from them.

Veronica's head went light as the feeling continued inside her head, the warmth in her nipples finding a match in her wet crotch. She stretched like a lustful silver cat, arms folded high behind her head. She ran her metal hands over her chrome helmet, down her neck to the prominent domes of her steel breasts. A single long sigh escaped her stuffed mouth. "That's enough for now," Peter said sharply as the vibrations suddenly died down.

"I don't want you to get uncontrollably aroused just yet." Veronica was disappointed, but had to acquiesce. Peter could read her condition perfectly, his control was total. That fact alone excited her so much, it was the greatest gift she could give her lover. The thought brought her some comfort while the comfort in her breasts slowly ebbed away.

Then he spoke to her again. “I will now activate your speech sequences, which will be selected at random. As agreed, each of these requests will be fulfilled by me immediately, no matter what it is. Got it?” Veronica's dull grunt of agreement had barely sounded when she heard her “voice” speak again.

“Without you, Master, I am bored, feel incomplete without your presence. I'm pacing around the house restlessly and the ceiling falls on my head. I beg your permission to take a little walk to get some fresh air so that I can return revived to carry out your next commands. “Veronica was shocked.

Leave the house? That was madness. She tried to protest, whining into her gag, but Peter completely ignored her remarks. you can go But don't talk to strangers.

You are mine, and mine only!” He was obviously highly amused by the situation. Veronica refuses. Now that was going too far. She was happy to let Peter subdue her in the privacy of her home, but not in public.

A sudden vision appeared in her mind of firefighters attempting to weld her out of the steel suit. A great headline for the local press! She turned away from the mirror and sat on the bed. There was no way she was going to leave the house.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. She knew Peter could see her position on the monitor and knew she had disobeyed.

what would he do? She waited resolutely, but also anxiously. "So, you don't want to play along!" His tone sent chills down her spine. “I will not condone disobedience. You will leave the house now or I will punish you.” No, wait…! Veronica wanted to shake her head, but it was too late. A sudden muscle spasm jabbed into her buttocks, drawing a muffled scream from her stuffed mouth.

She stumbled forward and was tormented again, gasping, sucking air through the breathing tubes, then sank to her knees while her thighs and buttocks trembled from the non-stop electric shocks. The numerous electrodes located on the inside of the suit allowed Peter to stimulate any part of her body, or at higher doses torment him. It was like being hit by a cattle prod! Veronica closed her eyes and bit down on her gag. She knew the electrodes were everywhere, even on her head, and that the agony would continue until the batteries ran out.

But Peter continued to focus on her abdomen, searing her flesh with a series of well-timed electronic smacks. She reflexively tried to protect herself, but of course the hard steel made such attempts utterly useless, and she howled in frustration. She closed her mind to the torture, determined not to give in, but the shocks grew stronger and longer, reaching an unbearable level. Suddenly her resistance collapsed.

She stumbled through the house to the door, desperately trying to obey the order. She fiddled with the latch and the door sprang open, Veronica staggered out into the front yard. And the door slammed behind her!” Good. My gauges tell me you're out.

You can't get back in without the key.” Veronica pushed herself against the door, but it was locked. She looked up and down the dark street, empty except for the occasional passing car, and huddled in the shadows of the house wall seething with rage. "I hid the keys in a small packet taped under our favorite bench in the park. You're going to have to go get it, or spend the next three days sitting in the front yard!” Peter's amused tone made her livid. She felt utterly humiliated and ashamed, but there were other emotions as well.

Mixed with the anger were excitement, tension, and curiosity. Peter had anticipated their reactions well. Veronica looked out of the garden onto the street. The road was deserted in both directions.

Her steel heels scraped the concrete of the driveway as she walked to the sidewalk and began walking down the street, seeking cover from hedges and walls. It became a game. She jumped from shadow to shadow, avoiding the empty space in between where the streetlight hit her, and ducked into doorways when a car drove by. She reached the park ten minutes later and slipped through the gate.

It was very dark under the trees and she became disoriented, stumbling through the bushes in increasing panic, struggling with the cumbersome robot suit.

Finally she saw where she was. The bank was right up front. She broke through the bushes and froze! There was no doubt. A man was stretched out on the bench, a homeless man, covered with newspapers and a bottle around his neck.

Veronica silently backed away and behind a tree, trying to calm her wheezing at first. Her legs ached from the strenuous walking in tall grass in stiletto heels, and her whole body was swimming with sweat. She was desperate to finish her task, get the keys and go home, but the man was bound to see her. This is a joke, she thought grimly. Everyone would see her as a six-foot-tall silver-shining robot woman with pointed breasts and glazed nipples! Even an idiot would get up and rub his eyes.

Then she did the only thing possible. She gritted her teeth and walked towards the man. The bottle fell out of his hand! Veronica stood with her legs apart in front of him with her hands on her hips, an incredible silhouette that glittered in the light of distant lamps. With an authoritarian movement of her arm she pointed back to the street, but the completely bewildered man just stared open-mouthed, rigid with shock.

Desperate, Veronica finally leaned forward, stretched out both arms to him and played her gleaming chrome claws menacingly. Now she was successful, the tramp let out a choked cry and ran away. In a matter of seconds she snatched the package off the bench and staggered away in the opposite direction. She could have laughed herself to death, but her rubber gag didn't like it.

Hell knows what the man must have been thinking with his alcohol-blurred mind as this incredible apparition seemed to grow out of the ground before him like an extraterrestrial Venus.

But their joy was short-lived. She had expected a quick and trouble-free return journey and had almost reached the park entrance when the shutter closed over her left eye. A cold shock ran through her, completely forgetting that Peter had been invisible to her the whole time, following her every step. She took a few more unsteady steps and stopped when the right panel went down as well.

Now she was locked in complete darkness. She whimpered with discomfort, balancing unsteadily on her towering heels. Peter's voice flooded into her consciousness. “This is too easy for you.

I think your task should require a little more of you, so I'll shut your eyes at will for the rest of your way back, every minute for a few seconds.” Veronica stamped her foot in anger, and howled in exhaustion. As if the situation weren't precarious enough, she should now also deal with sudden blindness. "Calm down!" Peter admonished, sending an electric shock through the sensors. Veronica yelped and started moving, hands groping in front of her body.

After a few seconds of blindly stumbling, she was suddenly able to see again. The gate was right in front of her. She slipped through and straight up the road. Shortly before the first corner of the house it was dark again.

The apertures fitted exactly, not a ray of light penetrated. She strained her eyes at him trying to see something, but it was useless. Completely in the dark, her brain began to create visions of its own in the blackness of her isolation, fooling her and throwing her balance. She pressed herself against a brick wall and prayed she wouldn't stand out against the brickwork, a silver chameleon.

She didn't know if anyone had passed her during those seconds, all her senses trapped in the armor. After what seemed like an endless wait, her vision was restored and she quickly moved on. The short way seemed to stretch out endlessly, divided into sections of hasty rushing and waiting anxiously for the spot, in a dark driveway. Sometimes, to annoy her, Peter would only open one of the shutters, depriving her of her spatial awareness, with the result that she would run into walls. She was hit by the headlights of passing cars several times, but no one stopped to take a closer look.

Finally, exhausted and breathless, she reached the door and re-entered the house, excluding the dark night with relief.

She dropped onto the bed and leaned back, tired, stiff limbs propped on a row of pillows. Her muscles slowly relaxed. But she was given little rest, for Peter soon ordered her to get up again. Slowly she followed, movements hampered by the now heavy armor.

“I have registered your progress closely. Very satisfying. You have shown ingenuity and daring. I guess that.

Slaves can give their masters special pleasure. As a reward, you can make a wish.” The enormous distance that lay between them meant nothing to Veronica as she heard his voice in her head, eager to begin the next treatment. Then "she" spoke again, responding, at his command, with a soft, heart-rending entreaty from her unmoving chromed lips. "My dear Lord and Master, I wish to be bound. I cannot control myself in your presence and ask to be bound in such a way that my unworthy nothingness cannot disturb your rest.

Only in this state can I experience any form of attention. I present my body to you, offer my screams and tears, make my pain a gift – do with me what you will!” Veronica listened with great apprehension, but fortunately one of the topics had been chosen by chance, which she liked more lay, namely Bonda-ge. Finally there would be something more fun for them. Bondage was a game she could play all night, as Peter well knew. "So," he murmured, "how nice.

A small reward for your efforts. Spread your legs!” Veronica obeyed, watching her reflection through her glasses. A stick attached vertically to the inside of the calves flipped sideways, just above the ankles. She moved her legs towards each other until the ends of the sticks snapped into the designated bearings.

Now her legs were fixed about half a meter apart by a double spreader bar. "Put your arms up." Short metal bars snapped from her wrists, at the end of which was a marble-sized ball. "You know what to do." And if she did. Bending her arms behind her back, she found the hinges that engaged the ball joints on her wrists. Her hands were tied tightly at her waist with an oily click.

She looked in the mirror and tried to struggle against the bonds, but the steel bars held tight. She knew escape was impossible until Peter sent the appropriate signal through the ether. For the first time since this game began, she became aware of the tantalizing firmness in her crotch, and also clearly felt the more subtle filling in her buttocks. Under the two plexiglass caps, the metal rods pulled and rubbed stimulatingly in her hard nipples.

"Lie down on the bed." Veronica hardly heard his voice before she had already followed his command.

She settled back on the pillows and drew her knees up as much as she could; her breath was wheezing and ragged with her growing excitement. A strange feeling suddenly overlaid the chaos of her sensations; a steadily increasing pressure on her whole body became noticeable as the suit clung tighter and tighter to her limbs, which were now becoming significantly stiffer. Peter had activated the small pump that was inflating the double-walled rubber suit she was tucked in under the armor. She groaned as the eye patches lowered, covering her wide eyes and sealing them in a midnight black cocoon of steel and rubber.

Her crotch burned like a blast furnace and she tried to grab the slippery rubber cock with her muscles, but he kept slipping away from her. Surely Peter got it with ……..that she was almost ready to climax. The humidity sensor in the dildo sent an alarm sound into his computer console, into his silent hotel room. He read the temperature gauge for her vagina and had to grin - she seemed to be stewing in the suit! He quickly scanned the other ads; his tense face ghostly lit by the greenish glow of the screen. Her heart rate had increased to 130 and her heavy breathing was becoming increasingly ragged.

Peter watched the squirming figure on the display, floating in space as if weightless. The grid of lines reproduced the contours very well. He watched with fascination as the petite figure wandered across the screen, through the house and into the park. But now the game was getting exciting - that's what he originally designed the suit for.

He rubbed his sweaty hands and loosened his tie with a violent tug to open the damp and tight collar of his shirt. The omens seemed to be reversed - now he was the tortured one and she was enjoying the waves of lust.

He adjusted his iron-hard erection in his pants and turned back to the screen. Veronica's heartbeat had increased further, and the humidity and temperature sensors showed maximum values. Peter knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in for much longer, but he wanted to prolong her sweet agony, pushing the treatment to the limit so her orgasm would finally explode.

But he would have to be careful. Veronica came almost by herself once the time came, too much stimulation and she would slide into orgasm before he knew it. Peter adjusted his controls and administered a series of mild shocks to her abdomen and breasts while carefully reading the displays. He mercilessly teased her further and further, like a rising tide the waves of pleasure spread in her defenseless exposed body.

She was about to! Peter slowly activated her anal vibrator. The display on the monitor jerked and squirmed from side to side, moving the pelvis in pseudo-coital thrusts. He let her squirm for a few minutes, feasting on her electronic stimulation, and then turned on her nipple stimulators.

Veronica's incoherent moans increased in intensity as the flood of sensations from all parts of her body increased. With a click, he put a small lever around which locked all moving parts of the suit and turned her into a stiff chrome doll with her back stretched out and her thighs spread wide, unable to move a millimeter.

Every function of the armor was now activated, bombarding Veronica's body with relentless stimuli. Only one final use remained. Not yet....not yet Veronica began to scream, her choked sound coming through the small speaker, distorted. "Now!" His voice was barely more than a whisper as he pressed the button... and brought the vibrator to life in her vagina.

Simultaneously, the small levers connected to her rings began to pull at them at irregular intervals, like the fingers of a sadistic pianist playing the strings of lust. Veronica sobbed uncontrollably into her soft rubber gag, her body jerking helplessly in the unyielding shell. The tickling in her ass had increased to a pleasant hum, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire abdomen. That feeling alone made her weak enough. But in combination with the stimulation of her nipples, and then those delicious thrusts in her crotch...

And then she melted away in white-hot ecstasy, drifting endlessly in a nearly unconscious orgasm.

Her twitching flesh clutched the throbbing vibrator with spasmodic intensity. The strength of her climax was immense, the physical sensations heightened by the compulsive immobility with which she had to endure the waves of pleasure in her rubber and steel prison until they slowly ebbed. The multiple walls seemed to reflect her lust and not let it pour out.

Peter called her back softly, his soft voice reaching her through the veil of her trancelike ecstasy. It was a long time before she could answer, and her moans were distant and weak.

Peter neutralized all the commands, one by one, freeing her from the bondage and the inflated suit. He handed her back control of the suit's functions before disconnecting with a satisfied greeting. Veronica was already asleep in the warm, damp shell, her heels in the battery charging sockets. And in the early hours of the morning, while the night was still cool and calm, the small light on the decoder that dimly lit her bedroom changed from green to red.