The hood went on first. I thought it would be fun to try it on, just to see what it was like. The moment I realized they had locked it on me somehow, that I couldn’t get it off, I started to panic. They were all over me at once. I fought them, but they expertly guided my arms and legs into canvas prisons. I moaned and begged as they tightened the straps. I was left writhing on the floor, begging for release…and harder than I had ever been.




















