Fave Fetishes

Es wird eine schöne Zeit . .. Gleich kommt das Halseisen . ....

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.

In the shadowed lot, rough hands seized her before she could scream. A sweet-smelling cloth pressed over her face, and the world dissolved into darkness. She awoke encased in a suffocating black latex catsuit, every inch of her body sealed in glossy tightness, her arms bound behind her with coarse rope. A padded hood, zipped and locked, blinded her, its tiny breathing holes her only lifeline. Ropes coiled around her torso, pinning her to a cold metal pole in some dank room. Muffled whimpers escaped as gloved hands traced her curves, a low chuckle cutting through the silence. “Welcome to the crew, Melissa,” a voice sneered. Her new friends had sold her out to the men circling her now, and her fresh start had become a cage.

I’ll be keeping her sock to remember her by, As I go about my day I’ll take a little sniff here and there.