Sensory Deprivation Leather Hood Domination

Every now and then a slave will submit a fiction fantasy to me. This one is from slave andre, a most worthy slave who works so hard for me. I was delighted to open up this essay dealing with leather hood domination but it was so much more. His writing is awesome. Read on for the first installment and vicariously live through this post.

The Sexy Scent Of new Leather

I wiggle my toes waking them up from the coolness of the marble floor underneath. It’s got to be marble since it’s too cold for wood, too smooth for concrete. That’s about all I can infer about the room in which I am imprisoned. The leather hood encasing my head is disorienting, keeping me completely blind, and filling any breath I take with the sexy scent of new leather. I have to breathe through my nose, my lips wrapped tightly around the ball gag in my mouth. I know it’s been a long time. Hours at least. Has it been a day?

Suffer For Me

So much spittle has pooled in my mouth and it leaks around the gag, dripping down my chin and my bare chest. I swallow back what I can. It’s not like it helps my parched tongue to sit in my mouth. I feel dry and vulnerable in my cocoon of sensory deprivation. The room is quiet like a tomb. My neck aches. I turn it slowly to the right and left, stretching it as I can. A chin clinks, keeping me from lowering my head because it is fastened to the thick steel collar on my neck. I can feel it tap against the leather wrapped around the back of my head. Steel cuffs pull my wrists up and out from my torso spread-eagle.

The Beloved Spreader Bar

My ankles are locked to a spreader bar, keeping me still with a second shorter bar locked to my thighs with leather bands. I know it’s a bar not a chain, because there is no subtle rattle when I wiggle my legs unlike the slightest squirming of my arms which rings softly to my ears. The tension in the restraints feel so different after so long in bondage, standing naked and cold and alone. My nipples are hard in the still air. My mind grows hazy with fear and humiliation at my vulnerability, but races with excitement at what surprises might come.

Clicking Heels On Cold Hard Marble

Seconds, minutes, and hours more pass by, or was it just a long moment in the darkness? I cannot tell in my void. But I hear the sound of slow clicking on the marble. It’s the unmistakable sounds of heels approaching, rapping out though the silent room, announcing the descent of a woman from her throne in the sky. She approaches slowly. I consider she might be a trick of my mind until I feel her heat. Not her skin, but her glow as she stands close, her warm body electrifying mine. Her perfume mixes with the scent of the leather hood, she smelled like a fresh garden with the alluring hint of jasmine.

The Joy of Domination

I have loved leather hood domination accompanying other sexy forms of control. Suspension happily joins in with the mix along with CBT play and heavy cock control. The final blow is the application of a hard metal chastity device administered through a permanent piercing. He has become my property. Installment 2, next post.

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