Six pairs of panties are stuffed into my mouth—Mistress's panties, Mom's panties, the panties of Mistress's older sister, and the panties of other girls who "kindly" sold their panties on a local used clothing store. This gag knows no mercy, making me moan pitifully and helplessly. Due to the number of panties in my mouth, saliva quickly accumulates and soaks the stuffing of the humiliating gag, causing the gag to swell, forcing me to suck greedily to avoid choking.
And every time it’s incredibly humiliating and every time I see this pleasure in their eyes…
The latex hood fits tightly around my head like a second skin, leaving my gagged and make-up face exposed. Both Mistress and Mommy love to stroke my head in this hood while they drowning my face in their enormous breasts. And this wide metal collar holds my head so tightly that to turn my head, I have to turn my entire body; otherwise, it's impossible. It always slightly suffocates me, and this constant feeling of pressure keeps me aware of my status. Not to mention, it prevents any attempt to "save" my face from Mommy or Mistress's large breasts. And yes, it's always locked with a padlock.
The tight armbinder mercilessly squeezes my arms, forcing me to push my huge, heavy tits out even further. God, no matter how long I've been with these tits, their weight is something I can't ignore. They bounce with every movement, jiggling and making me feel incredibly clumsy. And Mom's lace bra, fastened with the last hooks, holds them in perfectly.
Mom says a busty slut like me simply needs a sturdy, large bra with excellent support and wide straps. And this bra does the job perfectly.
The Rago shapewear from my mother's closet continues to "pack" my body. I feel the pressure of this shapewear with every inch of my body. And the straps of this shapewear dig greedily into my shoulders over my bra straps.
The pressure of this shapewear makes me feel like the lace of my mom's panties is digging into my ass under the layer of nylon of the fancy shiny pantyhose.
And of course, a pair of my mom's office high-heeled shoes make my ass rise in this nylon-lace captivity, and the shackles won't let me walk fast.
And as if that weren't enough, this corset was the icing on the cake—it seemed to control my every breath. As Mom cinched it around me, I realized why it had to be tailored to my measurements—it perfectly completed my package and added to my sense of helplessness…
Having finished with me, Mom led me to the table, bent me over, which felt like the corset squeezed me even tighter, and began greedily squeezing my tits in her large lace bra. "I never thought I'd be squeezing my own bra on someone else's tits, especially yours…" - She laughed mockingly as I moaned pitifully - "I think you were born for this."
Having finished with me, she left me by the window, and on the tablet there was a photo of a girl who already sent me the bra she was wearing in this photo...
How do they convince them to take photos like that?!
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