Awww, poor little slave. All confined in my special gask mask. He desired a more intimate experience in his session and boy is he going to get it. I’ve got the mask hooked up to a tube that I can cap or release at will, carefully controlling the amount of air he receives. As I cut it off I can feel his breath become constricted and sharp as he gasps for air. I’m only going to let him have little gasps at a time. I like the way he sways as the oxygen leaves his brain. I like the way he desperately sucks in every little bit of air I give him. This air is a gift. Controlling the very thing that gives him life, well, there’s little more intimate than that.