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PART I. Scent is the most powerful memory, and I can't help but evoke gimpy's memories when he's entirely bound up in a hogtie and sensory deprived. I take off my boots and have him sniff my fragranced stockings. His head lays trapped between my soles and my ass as I kneel on his head as a seat, teasing him with what he's to sniff next. His favorite: my ass. I inch my sweaty latex-covered cheeks closer and closer to him, commanding him to sniff it and knowing how excited he's getting. But with great pleasure should accompany great suffering, at least in my book... and I begin to increase the intensity of his hogtie by adjusting the hoist upwards. PART II. With the increase in vertical pressure on gimpy's hogtie, I am now certain he is suffering as much as he should be, and of course, when he's suffering, I'm so much nicer. The hogtie gives me the perfect space to slide my hips in and cover his face with my ass. My ass is sweaty from the latex, and all that liquid makes the seal even more deliciously airtight. I shake my ass cheeks against his face, taunting him with his utter helplessness between my ass and then turn over, rubbing my crotch up against his face. To be so close yet so far to my Goddess Goodies makes him groan in excitement, and I laugh at how entirely weak he is for me. His excitement in bondage turns me on.