I’ve never put a bag over someone’s head before, and Gimp has very kindly offered himself up as My personal tester. However, because I’m not one to do things by halves, I’m going to use a number of contraptions to control Gimp’s breath, and take it away. He’s been a little … lacking recently, so this is the perfect reminder that he must do better.
He will breath only when I say, and for however-long I decide to give him air for. That precious oxygen will become scarce, and will leave him feeling high on the simple act of breathing in and being in My presence.
Naturally, I decided to add a little tease with My latex bra that he’ll only be able to feel through his hood.