After spilling over a brand new catsuit, Gomita needed a little time to reflect. After pulling a straitjacket onto her, she figured that would be it. Unfortunately for her, a microfoam gag comes next keeping any further protests at bay. Straps to frogtie her legs, and finally a hood to put her in isolation. After a few minutes of struggling I pull her close by her straps. Gomita thinks she’s being let go but instead she’s lowered into the cage and locked in. Maybe by morning she’ll have learned to be a bit more careful.

After spilling over a brand new catsuit, Gomita needed a little time to reflect. After pulling a straitjacket onto her, she figured that would be it. Unfortunately for her, a microfoam gag comes next keeping any further protests at bay. Straps to frogtie her legs, and finally a hood to put her in isolation. After a few minutes of struggling I pull her close by her straps. Gomita thinks she’s being let go but instead she’s lowered into the cage and locked in. Maybe by morning she’ll have learned to be a bit more careful.