Torment can be as cruel as it is sensual. And this slave experienced it today… When I told him it was going to be latex day, he didn’t imagine that in addition to his Mistress’s clothes, he too would be wearing something. And so, blocked into the head box, naked, he finds himself having a gas mask that makes it difficult for him to breathe. I walk around him, I observe him. I see he is my property. But I also want to feel it. I want to feel his warm breath and let him feel mine through the tube. I want to feel his fear. I want to hear it floundering because he can’t find air. And so I plug the only hole that allows him to breathe. Many times. I plug it with my hand, with my breast, with my ass, with my divine temple. Or I blow into it to burn the oxygen. He is in trouble. I look at him, and I tell him that this is not the time to rest in spite of it. I’m not done with him yet for today?

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