Sylphi's XXXmas Log

[14:23]	* Rith	unlocks the keypad combination lock and opens the door as he uses the bunny as a shield from the blast of stale air that comes out and the latex, leather, and love scents that come with it from the large storage room.
[14:24]	* Sylphi	squeaks at the smell, sniff sniffing the air intently as she continues to struggle in Master's grip, her large feet pushing at the ground.
[14:29]	* Rith	shoves her forward into the room, flicking the light on and kicking the door shut behind himself before he proceeds over to the section of suit-blanks and extracts one of the bright royal purple variety
[14:35]	* Sylphi	squeaks and watches Master Rith, backing away into the safety of a corner of the room, her eyes studying the room until they came upon the beautiful, sexy, and dangerous latex suit blanks.
[14:37]	* Rith	quite plainly would pick pup the smallest one and proceed to force the fuzzy one into it after making sure to tear off every article of clothing she might still have on. Of course, that wouldn't be enough as immediately a corset would be stuffed down over her head and laced up to make sure she'd have to get help to get free.
[14:38]	* Sylphi	squeaks, panting heavilly as she's forced into the latex suit, pulling at it, her breathing hard and strained from the corset, causing her to turn her attentions to it to try and escape.
[14:40]	* Rith	would slap her on the ass as he grabbed a hand and stuffed it into not a ball mitt, but a hard C-mit, leaving the girl with oddly legomen looking hands as soon as the second one pulled out. If she tried hard, the ribbed and gelled palm of the mitts would be perfect for squeezing around a cock or getting a slippery grip upon a bar. With buckles at both just after her elbows as well as up tight against her wrists, they did well to hold the suit shut and cut off her hands being of any us to escape.
[14:43]	* Sylphi	whines loudly and tries to grab uselessly at her hands to try and pull them off, but to no avail, looking up at her Master with a questioning look as to what would be next, her breathing ragged.
	* Rith	wrapped his tail about her tiny waist before he turned away and set about picking up a pair of thick latex ballet boots, the heels on which would feel like high heels even for the bunny's big feet. Drawn all the way up to her thighs, the boots would be laced on tightly even before the ankle cuffs were locked on and the thigh-band of D-rings were also added to help keep them from slipping lower even from an eager and willing helper's help.
[14:45]	* Sylphi	squeaks loudly, feeling helpless to Master's ministrations as he manipulates her like a helpless doll, dressing her up in thick binding latex, making her feel more and more doll like.
[14:49]	* Rith	gives a hearty slap to her ass as he spins her around, getting the girl off balance before he so kindly shoved her down to fall upon those thickly padded knees of hers. Grabbing a hood, it'd be pulled over her head while the dragon grumbled about having not stuffed it in first!
[14:50]	hmmed, then from the box the dragon grabbed a gasmask of the muzzle variety that lacked any external rebreathers on its mounts. Even without giving a care to look at her uncovered face that showed through the hole in the hood he'd make busy with spitting into the seams and suctioning the thing to her face, pausing only long enough to tug her hood-wrapped ears up and out where they could flop freely not under the gasmask's straps.
[14:53]	* Sylphi	pants like a dog in heat, sitting on all fours on the floor, as Master pulled the tight rubber hood over her head, feeling her large ears pulled backwards, blinded momentarilly by the purple latex, before she could see again, and her ears were pulled back out. She didn't have time to breath out before the gas mask was forced on to her face, muffling any noises she made, and left her Master's unfinished pet toy. "mmmph!" She idlely felt about the mask, the thing clinging to her face quite well.
[14:58]	* Rith	tugged tighter on the straps, making sure it was as good as stuck on as her face. The large, O-shaped seal pushed a short tube into her mouth, something that'd make cocksucking easier if one could pass themselves though the two layers of triangle-latex bits trying to clog up that airway. Just to make sure though, he'd push a plug into the open socket and give her something cock-shaped to suck on already. Leaving her be for a moment, the dragon would grab for a gas tank and set about sticking the two-tank system to her back with a few more buckles and straps, the only important ones of which criscrossed over her chest to lift and separate those latex-layered breasts. Pulling a ribbed hose over each of her shoulders, he'd affix one to each socket in the muzzle of the gasmask's "cheeks". With a turning of the knob, a slight hiss would start as the two tanks began to flow with an oddly heavy flavor on the tainted air
[15:02]	* Sylphi	is shocked by the smell, and struggles with the gas tank hoses, her eyes fluttering and stinging from the familiar addictive smell she had recovered from once before, but the pleasurful memories rushed back to her, and she muffledly lay there helpless as she was forced to breath that air, and suckle that phallic shaped object jammed into her mouth. She made a muffled whine as she ran a helpless hand, over her helpless body, reaching down between her thighs, unable to please herself.
[15:06]	* Rith	presses his lips up close to the base of one of her ears as he adjusted the twin tanks' valves. Realistically, only one of them was filled with his thick, musky-tainted air. The other one housed a quiet little compressor, constantly filling the system back up with a steady supply of fresh air to fill the lines on that one side. Not that the valve up top wasn't mixing the two to taint that fresh, breathable air. Into her ear, the dragon whispered. 'Oh, you're gonna love this...' He'd push her hands away with one paw as his other dangled a zipper infront of her nose... but it wasn't an ordinary zipper, merely just a stick-on raised sticker of one that he'd press to her crotch. 'No need to actually open that just yet.' A paw would pat the top of her head as he smirked, knowing full well that her only way to get enough fresh air to try and bleed off the effects of his musk would be to get her mouth not just unplugged, but be kept that way as well `less some cock shove itself in and cut her off.
	* Sylphi	continues to sit on her hands and knees, steadily breathing in that musky odor, her eyes teary and stinging from the odor. Though she was secretly enjoying every moment of this would-be torture, her body growing eager, and tense with pleasure. She let out a soft whine which was inaudible due to her heavy panting and the thick latex, as well as the phallus clogging her mouth, leaving her just a shivering latex bunbun.
[15:20]	* Rith	bites her ear there, but quickly releases it as he smirks and slaps a paw upon her ass. 'One more thing, slut...' Stepping over to his workbench, he'd retrieve another item. Once more her ear would be bitten, but this time it was the other floppy latex handle as he let his warm breath wash out across it. 'Fucking XXXmas to you, slut. Just until the new year you can keep this on.' With a squeak, as stretch, and a snap, the latex posture collar wrapped tightly about her throat and propped her head up all nice and proper. It wouldn't be until his hands left it that its weight would become apparent, the heavy iron collar ring around it being what locked her in with a snap and stylishly bore the all-caps warning etched around it: "PROPERTY OF MASTER RITH || FREE FOR USE ||" wrapping around her throat.
[15:46]	* Sylphi	squeaks, and rubs at her crotch, as she sits up on her padded knees, helplessly sealed from head to toe in the thick constrictive rubber, rubbing her crotch even still feeling the faux zipper with one mitted paw, and rubbing the uncomfortable posture collar with her other one. Whining into the gas tanks and rubber gas mask.
[15:49]	* Rith	would lean on down and let a pair of aligator clamps bite onto her nipples as he attached a two-leader leash to her chest. With a tug, the dragon would snicker. 'Rise, slut,' the dragon commanded as he grabbed onto the back of that posture collar and hauled her up to standing on her ballet boots with their outrageously tall heels. 'Come,' Rith would remark next, knowing full well it'd be some time before she did that again even as he gave those tits a tug to lead her back towards the great room
[15:51]	* Sylphi	whimpers and follows to the direction of the nipple clamps, her breasts feeling numb, and her center of balance off from the dizziness that had set in on her by the thick smell of Master's musky scent.