POV : You met an attractive French woman at a hotel bar. She insisted you join her in her room.

You knock on the door and are invited inside. The mysterious woman demands you undress, then don a latex catsuit. She caresses you and tells you she's going to ride you. She tells you to put on a pair of latex gloves, then tosses you an inflatable latex hood with only a tube to breath out of. She helps you inside it, then zipties the zipper on your catsuit to the one on your hood. You can't take either off. You resist, but she assures you you're going to have a good time. She lays you o...

POV : You met an attractive French woman at a hotel bar. She insisted you join her in her room.

You knock on the door and are invited inside. The mysterious woman demands you undress, then don a latex catsuit. She caresses you and tells you she's going to ride you. She tells you to put on a pair of latex gloves, then tosses you an inflatable latex hood with only a tube to breath out of. She helps you inside it, then zipties the zipper on your catsuit to the one on your hood. You can't take either off. You resist, but she assures you you're going to have a good time. She lays you on the hotel bed before chaining your ankles and wrists to the frame. She laughs as you panic and struggle to break free.

She produces a bike pump and begins to inflate the rubber hood. She teases you as the latex tightens around your face. Finally, she tells you her reason for inviting you over: to rob you. She takes your phone and wallet. She discards the clothes you arrived in and leaves you to struggle in squeaky rubber until housekeeping (presumably) lets you out in the morning.

Plenty of squeaky creaks, rattling chains, and sadistic laughs.