The dim latex enclosure of the vacuum bed clung to him like a second skin, every inch of his body sealed tight beneath the glossy black sheet as Miss M. activated the pump. The air hissed out in a relentless whisper, compressing the material around his form until he lay utterly immobilized—trapped, helpless, his chest rising in shallow, restricted breaths. Only the faint outline of his straining erection pressed visibly against the taut latex, throbbing in silent desperation.
Miss M. circled him slowly, her bare feet padding softly across the floor. "Poor thing," she purred, her voice low and teasing. "All sealed up for me... nowhere to go."
She lifted one foot and traced a single silky toe along the trapped length of his ****, pressing lightly through the vacuum-sealed barrier. The sensation was maddening—muted yet electric, the pressure of her warm sole grinding slowly up and down his shaft while her toes curled and flexed, gripping and stroking with expert precision.
She circled the swollen head with her big toe, then dragged her soft instep back down, squeezing just enough to make his hips twitch futilely against the unyielding latex.
"Look at you," she laughed softly, switching feet to alternate the torment. Her toes spread and pinched along his length, massaging him with deliberate, languid strokes. "So hard... so desperate. And you can't even beg properly like this."
She leaned in closer, her foot working him faster now, the smooth glide of her sole relentless against his pulsing **** as the vacuum bed held him prisoner for her amusement.
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