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...

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 tightly over the holes and where his mouth would be if free from the hood. My victim thrashes underneath me in fear as I sit upon his lap, curling over his back, holding him close to me as I tighten my iron grip on the holes. I tell him how easy it will be, once I dispose of him, once I take his very last breath away...