I collect them. The wayward, the pathetic, the needy. I put them away in my institution, my little asylum for all my playthings. I experiment with them and see what makes them tick. I take away all reason and purpose for living, beside being there to serve me. I met this one. He was trolling me and I invited them to come in for a "reconditioning" session. It wasn't before long that I realized that this one required total immobilization and restraint to finally break him. He became so docile I could do anything to him. But one night, after I had scrambled his poor brain and ego for hours he ...

I collect them. The wayward, the pathetic, the needy. I put them away in my institution, my little asylum for all my playthings. I experiment with them and see what makes them tick. I take away all reason and purpose for living, beside being there to serve me. I met this one. He was trolling me and I invited them to come in for a "reconditioning" session. It wasn't before long that I realized that this one required total immobilization and restraint to finally break him. He became so docile I could do anything to him. But one night, after I had scrambled his poor brain and ego for hours he wandered off. I found him huddled in a corner lost. I brought the heavy leather straightjacket. He needed to be put back where he belongs, helpless and at my feet. I lovingly put him into his the restraints, the delicious sound of the leather, and the buckles securing around his arms and groin... I felt utter control. I led him back to the chamber to prepare. He needed the gas mask on. He needed to have his vision and breathing regulated entirely by me. I made him kneel at my feet and I took complete control over his life. He was finally home where he belongs.

Watch the second half where I put my leather gimp in his final rubber bondage bag. Capture Me Breathe For Me part two