It's a night for erotic sm*thering. We've had a couple of sessions already as you are my mistress and I'm looking to take it to the next level. You know that I just can't say no to you, especially when you're dressed in tight, bl*ck leather.

You welcome me into the room and tell me to sit down. You start talking about how it's time for us to take it to the next level with some erotic sm*thering. You asked if I'm up for it and I of course say yes. You ask are you sure because it will really take me trusting you. I again say yes. You then say let's do some breath play. You take out a plastic bag and put it over your own head, showing me what it looks like when you breathe in and out, as the plastic gets sucked into your mouth and face. You then ask if I'm ready. I nod yes. You then place the plastic bag over my head, but it is on loosely. My breathing is restricted but I can still breathe. The smell of the plastic and your leather is The entire time you are talking sexy to me, about how I can't resist you. You then take the plastic bag off my head.

You then walk over to grab your bl*ck leather shoulder/handbag and pull out a pair of handcuffs. You ask if I'm ready to trust you. You play with the cuffs, opening and shutting them so I can hear the clicks. You talk about how handcuffs give you so much power, that once the cuffs are on, there is no escape or turning back. I am c*mpletely at your mercy once the cold metal encases my wrists. You look me in the eyes and ask if I'm ready. I nod yes. You then walk behind me, as I hear the click of your high heels on the floor. You order me to put my right arm behind my back. I do so. You grab my right wrist and the cold metal touches my wrist. You very slowly begin to handcuff my wrist. I can hear each click. You make it tight so there is no escape. You ask how that feels and whether I'm ready to fully submit. You then order me to put my left arm behind my back. You grab my wrist and slowly close the handcuff on my wrist, hearing each click until it is tight.

You then walk back in front and start with a sinister giggle. You say, how about we make this more interesting? You then pull out of a leather b*ll gag. You shove it deep in my mouth and strap it in tightly. You ask how that feels. You then take either rope or a zip tie and tie my ankles together. You then start to talk to me about how I'm totally screwed. There I am handcuffed, ankles tied, and no one can hear me because of the huge b*ll gag in my mouth. How could I have been so st*pid to put myself in this predicament? You just laugh and tell me you can't wait to get rid of me. That men like me are a w*ste. You then take the plastic bag and put it over my head and with your hands you make the airflow tighter so it is harder to breathe. You continue to laugh at my predicament. You then grab either duct tape, a zip tie, or rope, and tie off the plastic bag at the base of my neck. You tell me that you know I'm struggling to breathe, but don't worry, it will all be over soon. I should try to relax and enjoy my last moments on earth. You again make fun of me for being so st*pid; allowing you to tie off a plastic bag on my head and handcuffing me. You just laugh and tell me I'm getting what I deserve. The video ends with me going dark while you stand there smiling in your bl*ck leather.

Leather Domme Ends You