**Rubberdoll in the Dungeon**

The leather cuffs bit into my wrists as Mistress Bianka tightened the straps, her gloved fingers making quick work of the buckles. The dungeon smelled of polished metal and the sharp tang of latex—her favorite. She stepped back, her hips swaying in that skintight black catsuit that clung to every curve like a second skin.

“Do you know why you’re here, pet?” she purred, circling me like a predator.

I swallowed hard. “N-no, Mistress.”

She smirked, her red lips glistening under the dim dungeon lights. “Because I want to make you mine. *Completely* mine.”

Before I could respond, she reached for the heavy rubber suit hanging from a nearby hook—the one I’d been eyeing since she dragged me down here. It was glossy, head-to-toe black, with built-in gloves and a restrictive hood that sealed everything away. My cock twitched at the thought of being encased in it, totally helpless.

Mistress Bianka ran her fingers along the rubber. “You’re going to be my perfect rubberdoll tonight. No thoughts, no resistance—just a silent, shiny toy for me to play with.”

She unzipped the back of the suit and ordered me to strip. My hands shook as I peeled off my clothes, my dick already half-hard. The latex was cold at first as she guided my legs in, then my arms. The material clung to my skin, tight and unforgiving, sealing me in like a second layer of flesh.

Her gloved hands smoothed the rubber over my chest, down my stomach, and finally over my cock, which throbbed under the pressure. She pinched the tip through the latex, making me gasp.

“Good boy,” she murmured, then pulled the hood over my head. The world muffled instantly, my breathing loud in my ears. The only opening was a tiny mouth slit, but even that barely let in air.

She turned me toward the full-length mirror. My reflection was a sleek, featureless rubber mannequin—no identity, just shiny black submission.

Mistress Bianka pressed against me from behind, her tits pushing into my back as she whispered into the hood, “Look at you. My perfect doll.”

Her hands slid down my sides, making the latex squeak, before gripping my ass hard. I groaned, my cock straining against the tight rubber. She ground her hips into me, letting me feel the heat of her pussy through her own suit.

“I think my doll needs some attention,” she teased, spinning me around and pushing me onto the padded bench.

She straddled my lap, her latex-covered thighs squeezing my waist as she reached between us. I felt her fingers working at the small zipper over my crotch. When she peeled it open, my cock sprang free, already leaking.

Mistress Bianka licked her lips. “So eager.”

She didn’t waste time. With one hand gripping the back of the hood, she lowered herself onto me, her tight, wet cunt swallowing my dick in one smooth motion. I groaned, the sensation overwhelming—her heat, the slick friction, the way her rubber-clad body moved against mine.

“Fuck, you feel good,” she moaned, rolling her hips slowly before picking up speed.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it as she rode me, her tits bouncing under her catsuit. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, the latex squeezing my body like a vise.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing the mask near my ear. “You’re nothing but a toy now. My perfect, rubberdoll fucktoy.”

Her words sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed inside her as I came hard, my hips jerking uncontrollably. She kept riding, milking every last drop until I was shaking.

Then, with a sinful grin, she peeled herself off me and zipped me back up, sealing my release inside the rubber.

“Don’t worry, doll,” she whispered, patting my hood. “We’re just getting started.”