Imagine... You are in my dungeon, and I have you at the foot of my throne bound on a chair. I have pulled a silk stocking mask over you head. It's very tight, and you can barely breathe. I do like that silky sheen, as IT becomes a second skin around your head, and distorts you face. I'm wearing one of my favourite outfits for the occasion. A little nylon black all in one, along with beautiful silky shiny pantyhose, and a pair of leather boots. To make sure you don't get too comfortable, I'm going to slip on a pair of really tight shiny black latex gloves. You are really going to suffer for me. I can see your anxious, as you hear the unique sound of the latex as I pull it tight over my fingers and hands. You want to escape, but your too weak to fight the situation you now find yourself in. After all, it's your ultimate dream to live the final fantasy, of being smothered, and suffocated in latex by the superior and beautiful Mistress Gaia...
