Another helpless victim has found their way into my clutches. Bound tightly in bondage straps to a chair, confined in a sensory deprivation mask, my victim can not see & barely hear my movements. Easy prey, that I can't wait to wrap my hands around. This sensory deprivation hood in particular only has two, small holes to breath through. My eyes can't leave focus of them, as I'm so eager to slip my fingers over them and clasp the opening shut. Though I'm slow, patient, running my latex gloved hands over my victim's body, the mask, before slowly reaching my arms around and pressing my grip ti... Show more