Today Our slave will learn that breathing is not a right for him, but a privilege We allow. Securely wrapped in plastic to the bondage chair, he is totally at Our whim and mercy. Domina Snow and I decide when he is allowed to take fresh air into his lungs, as well as when it's time for him to smother and suffer. We are in total control over his life as the slave wrestles against his inescapable bounds, begging muffled to draw in a breath. he struggles against Our latex gloved hands as We close off his mouth and nose along with any hope he has of ... Show more