My Husband Holds the Strings: Remote Control to Perfection

I am absolutely useless to the outside world today. My husband has put me into my full rubber skin, chained my arms tight to the bedposts, and locked me into a chastity belt that allows for no arguments. I am lying here in total isolation while my mask is connected directly to the breathing control machine, placing every one of my breaths under his command.

The best part? He is not even here. In front of me on a tripod is a phone he uses to watch me live from his office. He is remotely controlling two ****** inside me and playing with my body as if I were his own personal, programmable rubber doll. He makes me tremble with **** and prepares me for *** tonight over the course of hours while I wait for him, completely immobile. I am his object, his slave, and I love every moment of this externally controlled rubber play. Buy my video and see for yourself how he drives me insane from afar.