Mistress Gaia – Strapped And Bagged On The Chairsion

My slave has been a bit unruly lately. So Im going to silent him down a bit. I trussed him tightly to the chair. He cant escape. I didnt mention to him what I had in mind. However, he will quickly understand his fate. I walk over and lift the plastic bag and as I turn to look at him, I can already see fear in those eyes of his. As I jiggle out the plastic bag, it makes that familiar cracking noise. He knows whats coming and fights with a last attempt to get free. Its not going to happen. My tramp knows hes going to suffer. With him fighting I quickly pull the bag over his head and shoulders down to his waistline. Its a taut fit and I so love witnessing him writhe inwards his plastic hell. He is still managing to breathe a little air from the bottom of the bag around his mid-body. Im going to take that luxury away from him. I get some pvc gauze, and tightly truss the bag around his arms. This also further restricts his movement. Its already getting hot inwards the bag, as he fights to breathe his own air. I think about leaving him there for a while. However I determine to have some joy with my slut. So I use some hand over mouth smother to totally cut off any air he may be getting. He is now completely at my mercy. Each gasp for air getting louder, and more frequent than the last. He is totally helpless. As he tries to breathe, I see his eyes beginning to bulge, with the plastic attaching itself tightly to his face and mouth and he desperately gasps for the last dregs of air. I know he wants to be freed from his torment. I tell him I will release him in a while. However, it doesnt look like hell last much longer. Such a shame, I was having so much .