Firmly strapped down to my inescapable punishment bench, my fearful slave has no idea of the dilemma coming his way. I am extremely well acquainted with his leather glove fetish, as I have been instrumental in it's development. Just the heady scent of the leather hide caressing face is enough to put him in a euphoric trance.

He will willingly suffer any torment just to be in my presence and to experience my glove brushing against his face. Like a cat toying with a mouse, I cut off his air supply by cupping both his mouth and nose with my glove. I hold him tightly for what seems an ...

Firmly strapped down to my inescapable punishment bench, my fearful slave has no idea of the dilemma coming his way. I am extremely well acquainted with his leather glove fetish, as I have been instrumental in it's development. Just the heady scent of the leather hide caressing face is enough to put him in a euphoric trance.

He will willingly suffer any torment just to be in my presence and to experience my glove brushing against his face. Like a cat toying with a mouse, I cut off his air supply by cupping both his mouth and nose with my glove. I hold him tightly for what seems an eternity, until finally letting him gasp for oxygen.

Quickly, and before he can fully inhale, I block his mouth with my glove once again. His suffering entertains me so, as my sadistic nature pushes him to his breaking point in so many ways. He is so captivated by my domination and beauty that nothing can distract him from serving me. Not even air itself.