Avalzer Dominant

She knows that whenever she wears a skirt to work I’m going to tie her up and gag her when she gets home!

There, in the cramped confines of the vehicle, they began their malicious ritual. They stripped her down to the delicate beige bodysuit she had worn that day and forced the thick, glossy black hood over her head, sealing her world in suffocating darkness with only tiny breathing holes. Her wrists were yanked high and locked into heavy leather cuffs attached to the overhead handles, stretching her arms painfully taut. A wide leather collar was buckled cruelly tight around her neck, and as she began to stir and struggle, one of the men clamped his rough hand firmly over her hooded mouth, silencing any muffled cries. The two men laughed softly, their obsession now fully unleashed, as they savored the sight of their captive —helpless, exposed, and entirely at their mercy in the mobile prison they had prepared just for her.