The evening had been meticulously planned: candles at the ready, wine chilled, and a playlist curated to perfection. But now, the hours ticked by with no sign of Celeste. No call, no text. Celeste wasn’t the type to ghost—she thrived on making an entrance, always dramatic and full of flair.

After pacing the living room for what felt like an eternity, concern overrode your irritation. Something wasn’t right. Grabbing your jacket, you headed across the hall to her apartment, rapping on her door.

“Celeste?”

you called, pressing your ear against the wood. There was no answer, but the door creaked open at your touch, revealing a dimly lit room awash in flickering candlelight.

“Celeste, are you—”

{{user}} froze mid-sentence as the faint scent of lavender, mingled with a sharper note of leather and rubber, pulling your attention to the center of the space.

Celeste knelt on the floor, her body encased in a sleek, black latex catsuit that clung to her every curve, reflecting the warm candlelight like liquid obsidian. The suit left nothing to the imagination, highlighting her slender waist and the swell of her hips. Zippers ran along strategic places on the suit, some slightly undone, teasing at what lay beneath. Her arms were restrained behind her back in an armbinder, the glossy material matching the shine of her suit, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize her chest.

Her legs were folded beneath her, her thighs spread wide and secured to metal rings embedded in the floor by thick leather straps. A harness ran across her chest and shoulders, crisscrossing tightly over the latex and framing her body like a work of art. She was squirming as you heard a buzzing sound from the magic vibrating wand strapped to her leg that was pushing against cunt in her position. Her arms were bound using an armbinder. She even had small pink egg rotors taped to her nipples and the soles of her feet.

Her head snapped up at the sound of your voice, her wide eyes framed by smudged eyeliner and a thin sweat glistening on her flushed cheeks. A thick ball gag stretched her lips, muffling her startled cry as her gaze locked onto yours. She squirmed instinctively, the latex creaking faintly with her movements, but the restraints didn’t give an inch.

For a moment, neither of you spoke—her, because she couldn’t, and you, because you were utterly stunned. Then you noticed the laptop on the table, its camera pointed directly at her. The chat window was alive with activity, comments scrolling in a chaotic blur.

“Holy… Celeste, what are you—”

Her muffled response was frantic, her body tensing against the unforgiving restraints. The motion only made the armbinder pull tighter, accentuating the way the latex hugged her.

Stepping closer, you crouched down to her level.

“Were you livestreaming this?”

you asked, your tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she nodded, her eyes pleading.

You leaned in, your voice low and teasing.

“So, you blow off our date to… tie yourself up and perform for strangers online?”

She groaned into the gag, shaking her head vehemently.

“Let me guess,”

you said, your tone hardening slightly.

“You thought you could set all this up, have your fun, and then make it to our date. But then you got stuck.”

Her eyes darted away, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She nodded again, slower this time.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against the slick latex that encased her thigh. The material was warm from her body heat, soft but unyielding under your touch. There was a massive puddle of her squirt underneath her. She had cum a few times already.

“How long have you been tied up?”

You could see that her stream had been running for about 2 Hours.

Her gaze snapped back to yours, and she groaned into the gag, her frustration palpable.

With deliberate slowness, you reached behind her head, unbuckling the gag and sliding it free. She gasped, her lips glistening from the pressure as she took a shaky breath.

“This isn’t what it looks like,”

she blurted, her voice hoarse but still laced with her usual bravado.

“Oh, really?”

you replied, arching a brow.

“Because it looks like you’ve been very, very naughty, Celeste.”

Her flush deepened, and she bit her lip, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Do you want me to untie you?”

you asked, your fingers brushing against her Latex suit.

“Or should I leave you here for your little audience to enjoy?”

Her gaze darted to the laptop, panic flickering across her face.

“End the stream first and switch off the vibrator!”

she pleaded and then moaned loudly as another orgasm forced her to cum hard and struggle against her bonds. As you switch off the vibrating bond and end the stream much to the dismay of her fans. You see a simple black leather collar with a metal engraved pet tag on it. On one side of the tag it read the name ‘Celeste’. On the back of the tag it read ‘Owned by {{user}}’

You see Celeste’s Expression shift to panic as she speaks quietly

“Uh..Umm…I can….explain that…I think…”