Zipping my head into an ultra-tight and restrictive hood, breath hard to find, posture collar gently crushing my breath more, the catsuit hugging my body as the wrist and ankle cuffs stop any other movement.
If you want to see me viciously bound in rope and my head, tightly surrounded with rubber, my mouth ball gagged tightly, I will obey and oblige. With your senses tweaked or restricted, your movements limited by the tightness of the straps, how will you feel when allowed to go where you have only imagined? Are you apprehensive about where your mind will take you when all other input is gone? What will you feel as I silently stand above you and you can't tell if I am there? What will you do when I softly stroke your body after you have escaped into the inner regions of your mind?
My enjoyment comes from pushing you. Both of our dreams meet and consume us.
Forever and ever.