You wake up bound with your eyes taped open. You first glance is me dressed head to toe in your weakness, leather. I begin teasing you by rubbing and feeling the leather between my fingers. “Today is your last day, get a good look” I inform you. You begin to realize this will be your last erection and sight. I move closer so you can smell the leather. As you take a deep inhale I grab your throat and squeeze. Tied down you have no choice but to take it as you face turns bright purple from lack of oxygen. You will end by my leather gloved hands.
Category: CBT