The Hood

There was no escape from the scent of leather and his cologne. It was all encompassing, all consuming and it was driving her mad.

His skin brushed against hers as he fastened the hood to her head, the laces hung loose, caressing the sensitive flesh at the back of her neck making her hair stand on end and her skin tingle. These moments she treasured most. Little snippets of tenderness and affection, like the way he gently gathers her hair up and to the side, keeping it from get getting caught up in the lace.

Under the leather a warm flush spreads over her cheeks, eyes a watery blue, lips already swollen and red with desire. She is grateful for the covering, feeling embarrassed at her immediate reaction. She draws in a sharp breath as the laces began to tighten. An appreciation for bondage- something they both share.

There in the darkness she thinks of her Sir and the pleasure she will bring him through her suffering, she hopes to that he will afford her some pleasure also. She wishes she could be a fly on the wall, see his face and to some extent see herself- removed.

She squints out the nose hole, as she always does, trying to steal a glimpse of something tangible. Anything to keep her from floating off too soon,she feels light headed and slightly anxious as the buckles tighten around her eyes sealing her eyes shut. She lets out a deep satisfied sigh as the buckle tightens around her mouth, muting whatever whimpers and screams may later escape her lips.

Fear and panic creep up on her, deep down she knows she is safe, so she focuses on her breath, the gag already slimy. The smell and taste of leather invades her senses, calming her and sweeping all thoughts aside. She feels herself transform into something entirely different, her own need and arousal jumbling her thoughts, mincing her words, blinding her. She feels confused and off balance.

She feels her grip on reality quickly melt away...loses it completely when she hears the very faint click of a padlock. Her pretty face silent and sightless, the burn in her stomach a raging fire as she is realises the helplessness of her situation. She allows herself a soft whimper and raises her right hand to feel her new leathery face. She is horrified and terribly aroused all at once.
How can that even be possible?