I've been trying to convince Raven for ages that she'd love my leather Sweet Gwendoline hood, but she had always been skeptical. Perhaps she had reservations about having her beautiful head encased in constricting, tight leather, squeezing her head like a corset. Perhaps it was the knowledge that once in place, the laces pulled as snugly as possibly, there would be no escape until I decided she was coming out. Perhaps it was the dehumanizing factor, the conversion of her into a leather bound object of lust. Whatever the reason, she finally faced the inevitable and soon found herself strappe... Show more