Snow falls in relentless sheets, sharp flakes stinging as they melt on my skin. The glossy red latex leotard grips me tight, shoving these massive jugs up, the shine dragging across my nipples with every tremble. Stockings cling wet and raw against my thighs, while the antlers wobble on my head, catching snow like humiliating decorations. Chains weigh my ankles down, cuffs hold my arms fast, and the gag bulges thick in my mouth, drool painting my chin. The latex collar jingles, small bells tinkling with my shivers as these bulging tits sway. “Nobody told me Reindeer Training Camp meant fighting cuffs with these fat tits dragging me down,” I curse inside, hating every ounce strapped onto me.
The chains drag as I struggle, cuffs holding my wrists tight, locking me in their grip. The gag spreads my jaw wide, spit hot on my chin, choking against its fat weight. The collar’s bells tinkle with every twitch, mocking me as these monstrous jugs bounce, pulling the cuffs harder. The glossy latex strains against their size, clinging cruelly to my skin. “I fucking hate these overgrown tits, so huge they make the chains heavier, betraying me with every move,” I spit inwardly, venom coiling as pines loom silent in the blizzard. These massive jugs swing like obscene burdens, making every twist a fight against the cuffs’ hold.
Each move is agony, the ankle chains weighing heavy, trapping me in their cruel grip. Stockings rasp my thighs raw, wet fabric burning. The antlers tug my head, forcing me to bow as the gag stretches my jaw, drool spilling hot. These fat tits thrash against the latex, too big, straining my frame with their obscene weight. “I loathe these bulging tits, bouncing to tinkle the bells, making the cuffs hold tighter,” I whine, the glossy leotard clinging like a second skin, amplifying their size. The chains stay rigid, every struggle mocked by the tinkling bells and the weight of these monstrous jugs holding me back.
Snow piles heavy on my hair, weighing the antlers until icy water streams down my back. Every pull strains the cuffs, each strain answered by the tinkling bells on my latex collar. My arms locked fast, my back bent, and still these gaudy jugs swing shameless and alien, their size stretching the latex cruelly. The gag fills me until my lips scream, spit coating my chin in slick ropes. “I despise these overgrown tits, too huge, like trophies forced on me, dragging the chains with every humiliating sway,” I curse, twitching as icy melt snakes down my spine. The stockings squeeze tighter, rubbing until my thighs burn, another cut of this twisted trial.
The road stays silent except for the tinkling bells on my latex collar, each jingle betraying me, each sway of these fat tits ringing out my shame. The cuffs hold firm, the chains weigh me down, the antlers drip, the gag swells in my jaw until I ache. These massive jugs slam against the glossy leotard like property I never wanted, relentless and obscene. I twist, the cuffs holding tighter, the bells shrieking louder, my whole body trapped in their grip. “I will finish this training. I will drag that sleigh. And I will cut these fuckers off myself…” I vow, hate burning hotter than the cold. Snow falls harder, each flake a sting, and still the bells on my collar keep tinkling, chaining me to this obscene Christmas trial.
