Rebreather Hood Self-Bondage

This rubber hood sits close to her core. Thin latex puffs and sinks against her mouth with every breath. She slides bullet vibes deep into her ass and cunt, straps the hitachi tight to her clit, then clips her nipples. All of it wired to the box that decides when pleasure stops and starts. She pulls the hood over her head, locks the cage door behind her, and feels the first chill of real fear. Hands reach for the cuffs. They click shut, well out of reach. One bad breath and the bag collapses. She knows it. She fights the urge to gulp. The air pocket shrinks, swells, shrinks again. Her nipples throb. The Hitachi kicks on low, teasing, then cuts off. Her cunt clenches around the toy inside her. She stays calm, or tries to. Pulse racing, lungs steady. The box keeps its promise. She stays right there, balanced on the edge, caged and hooded, waiting for the next breath that might be denied.