Welcome to Rubbertits

In my dark practice, another worthless load is being extracted today – and you get to watch how pathetic you are.
The slave – naked, trembling, cock already hard but useless – is strapped to the gynecological chair: legs spread high in stirrups, ass and penis completely exposed, like a horny, castrated whore
Dr. Avengelique, in a red heavy-rubber catsuit, mask, and gloves, laughs in his face: “Look at you, you little loser—your little dick will never see a real pussy. No wonder you're only allowed to donate, 
because you can't fuck anyway.”
Cold latex fingers feel his tiny testicles, kneading, pulling, squeezing—until he whimpers and tears stream down his face. “What a pathetic load... hardly worth mentioning.”
Then the Venus 2000 milking machine—the tube is pulled over his penis, a vacuum is created, the tube pumps rhythmically, milking him mercilessly. The pace increases until he trembles, dribbles,
 and howls—but will he come?

No. “You’re not allowed to come, you worthless loser. Your semen belongs to me—and I decide when and if anything comes out. You’re just a broken donor machine that can’t even ejaculate properly.”Intense milking , to the last drop—until he’s nothing but a trembling, empty, howling wreck, begging: “Please, Mistress… let me come…And I just laugh: “No, you loser. You’ll stay dry. That’s your punishment—because you’re not worth it.”

I sit before you, legs crossed, my 30cm mega heels gleaming and  sheer nylons shimmering over my long legs – and all you can do is watch, drool, and obey.

Nine minutes of pure tease and masturbation: You slowly stroke your cock – just your fingertips, just my rules. Ten seconds up, ten down, stop, take your hand away – count aloud: "I'm your worthless masturbation slut." My heels tap, nylons rustle – you circle your glans, rub in precum,  whank yourself until you tremble. Stop. Count to 30. "I'm not allowed to come." Then harder, faster – but always at my pace. Squeeze your balls, whip your glans red (or imagine my heels doing it). And then? Lick it all clean. Every drop. Taste your own shame while my nylons linger in your mind.

Nine minutes. Your complete ruin. You'll get addicted to it.

In the dimly lit office of Dr. Sad. Avengelique, a fresh sperm donation is being prepared today.

The red-rubber-clad doctor, Dr. Avengelique, secures her trembling rubber slave to the gynecological chair—legs up, ass and penis completely exposed, helplessly spread.

She begins the examination: cold latex fingers palpate the testicles, kneading, pulling, squeezing until he whimpers. Then the speculum—slowly inserted into his anus, 

spread open until the hole gapes wide and she can see deep inside.

Palpation of the prostate, pressure build-up, mild electrostimulation—the slave twitches, moans, begs, but he is not allowed to come.

The doctor laughs coldly: "Your semen belongs to me—and I decide when it comes out."

Intensive preparation, check-ups – until the slave is nothing more than a trembling, dripping vessel.

You kneel before me, hands behind your back, head bowed, my gleaming 6-inch boots positioned directly in front of your face. The scent of fresh latex, sweat, and my cologne fills your nostrils—and you know you're about to learn what a true boot whore can do.

"Open your mouth, you little lick-cunt," I say coldly, pressing the heel of my boot against your lips. You obediently open it, sticking out your tongue, and I slowly shove the pointed boot down your throat. You gag immediately, saliva runs down your chin, your eyes water, but I hold you tight and push deeper.

"Deeper, slut. Today you're going to learn how to suck a boot like a cock. No hesitation, no teeth, just your wet whore's mouth, ready to take anything."

I pull out, let you gasp, then the other boot comes – now I'll rhythmically fuck your mouth with the heel, in and out, while you drool and moan. Your little cock is already dripping, but you're not allowed to touch it – this is your training, not your pleasure.

"Look at me while you suck, you filthy boot whore. Show me how much you love sucking my heels."

"Now lick the sole clean—every speck of dirt, every speck of dust. Show me you're a worthy boot whore."

You lick desperately, tongue flat against the dirty sole, tasting dirt, street dust, my sweat—and I laugh softly because your cock twitches without your permission.

"Good little whore. Next lesson: I'll shove the heel down your throat until you come—just from the gagging and the taste of my boots. And woe betide you if you ejaculate without permission."

You're officially in my boot whore training program now.

And you'll never stop learning.