Cybill Troy's rubber gimp slave has already been coerced by his owner into performing his very first urethral sounding against all of desperate and ignored protests.

Strapped even tighter into the binding confines of the rubber body-bag that traps him, the slave has his gag and head harness removed, immediately followed by Cybill's gloved fingers invading his mouth.

Amused by the wretched gagging her slave succumbs to as she fills his mouth and lungs with her thick cigarette smoke, instantly trapping her smoke deep within him by securing one of her elbow-high red latex glo...

Cybill Troy's rubber gimp slave has already been coerced by his owner into performing his very first urethral sounding against all of desperate and ignored protests.

Strapped even tighter into the binding confines of the rubber body-bag that traps him, the slave has his gag and head harness removed, immediately followed by Cybill's gloved fingers invading his mouth.

Amused by the wretched gagging her slave succumbs to as she fills his mouth and lungs with her thick cigarette smoke, instantly trapping her smoke deep within him by securing one of her elbow-high red latex gloves clamped airtight over the mouth of his rubber hood.

He struggles to hold the lungfuls of burning smoke, but unable to displease his mistress, he just holds her smoke inside of him until his eyes tear and his face turns red, and until Cybill Troy has graciously removed her slick latex hand from over his mouth.

"You can do better than that... I know you can, for me." Mistress Troy laughs.

Again and again after a deep breath, Cybill holds the airtight layers of rubber over his mouth and face, increasing pressure and intensity higher and higher and higher, and longer and longer and longer, just to see how much longer the slave can survive under her gloves each time.

This slave's obedience may mean the end of him, but he must trust that his Owner and goddess Cybill Troy knows his abilities,and how viciously she can push his quest for oxygen, much better than he does.

If she decides that he doesn't need air, then he doesn't need air. Despite his thrashing and gasping, and shaking,Cybill does not let us. Her slave's devotion will be proven at any cost for the honor of his perfect latex ass on his face