Completely immobilized with leatherstraps, the slave is laying on the flatbed, so horny that he is twitching and trembling. Waiting for what will come. In closer and closer getting circles, like a spider in her web; LadyEstelle is approaching the helplessly wriggling insect. The stiff, sensitive nipples, the tied up cock and the blazing balls, all is hers now. He cannot see her, he can just hear her voice, feel her hands and her nails on his skin. Und suddenly she pulls a rubber hood over his face. She decides when he is breathing, if he is breathing at all. He is totally in her hands. While she wanking him frenetically he is fighting for the last oxygen in his mask and all what he is hearing is LadyEstelles pleased laughter. Is there a greater place like this?