And whenever I’m touched…. I’m touched everywhere… I’ll be an obedient toy if it means this pleasure lasts forever.

I dared not move for the unwanted pleasure I knew I’d then receive. With my maw encased in rubber speaking felt like blowing into an oversized balloon. With every attempt made to communicate my struggle, the air I’d have spent would sit still in my gut.

But even the slightest motion would send ripples of minuscule pleasure towards my sealed bulge. The slightest finger twitch, thigh movement… stretches and squishes my rubber skin. Every movement… every sensation shared upon every fiber of my being.

Words…? They’re foggy... It’s hard to hear with a head full of rubber, but it’s even harder when the only thing id want to think about is my aching needs… I’d wiggle if it was easy. I’d moan if the sound could ever leave my maw.

Their words penetrated my rubberized casing.. it felt as though their speech vibrated throughout my entire being. I wasn’t just bound within my sweaty tight prison… but I felt trapped; pleasured, just by the tone of their voice.