The Uniform’s Helmet
It was then I knew I was lost!
Certainly, I’d enjoyed the rubber and masks that Lady Arlen had so far employed to subvert my desires, then to gently control me, but this was carrying things to a whole new and more terrifying level! I partially-feared and partially wanted it to happen and so, slowly and carefully, I walked to the chair once more and allowed them to fasten me into its embrace. Miss Johnson brought over an ugly-appearing helmet/mask combination, and held it ready for application.
By this point, I was already panting in a welter of sensation, feeling my body and exploring the things that had they had done to me so far. My thighs quivered and shook and I felt myself lubricating freely around the huge intruder within my s*x, while, unconsciously, my inner
