Today I’m in a playful mood. I have my slave in a zentai suit and tightly bound to my torture chair. He’s been helplessly sitting there for a couple of hours, and seems quite desperate to be free. It’s not going to happen. I’m going to have some fun with him. He knows I’m in the dungeon although he cant see me. I approach him and remove his hood. He is wearing a tight stocking mask that I slipped over his head. It’s so tight he has had great difficulty breathing under his hood. How unfortunate, he’s now going to experince a real lack of oxygen. I have one of my favourite latex sheets I’m going to use on him. As I place it over his head he begins to panic, as he fully understands my intentions. I stretch the letax over his head and face, pulling it nice and tight. My slave begins to struggle as my latex becomes one with his breathless and gasping face. I continue making him suffer, his muffled attemps of cries for help and mercy go unoticed. It’s getting extremely hot for him under his stocking mask and latex suffocation. Just how I like it! As I said at the beginning, I’m in a fun mood. However, I have to be running along. As my slave gasps for air and tries desperatly to breathe through his stocking mask. I zip him back up in his zentai hood, and leave him to suffer. As I leave my dungeon, I’m almost sure I could hear a muffled suffocating call that resembled… Mistress Gaia…

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