She was a vision in rubber a true sex doll Her figure encased a restricting second skin The straps pulled tightly a dance of submission He watched her single move a predator with his prey The gimp suit transformed her into a living toy Her struggle only fueled his hunger A thumb in her butt a silent threat She was a futanari fantasy made real The rubber bitchsuit was her new reality Every line accentuated by the constricting material A doll in a bitchsuit her destiny sealed The ultimate living sex doll Bound and waiting for her owner's touch Her spirit tested with each chain The struggle was real Deeper into the rabbit hole A futanari dream in a bitchsuit Bound by chains a slave to the fantasy A creation of fetish The final bitchsuit fantasy.