DOMINA KATE has made it clear to HER cheeky ex-cameraman just exactly where he stands. Or lies: all nice and snug from head to toe in a relaxing body bag. Only his sensitive winky and tender twiddle knobs are still awarded basking privileges in the unforgiving light. Something has to be punished, doesn’t it? The only sounds to escape him now are muffled, self-pitying groans as DOMINA KATE fattens up his lovestick with a custom set of glistening steel rods. Maybe someday now it will be of use to somebody. That puts THE TENDER SISTER OF MERCY in an extra-generous mood. He looked so underdressed in that skimpy body bag, so for HER grand finale SHE decks him out in a respectable gas mask. For several suspenseful minutes, SHE lets him savour the stingy gulping of his stale air while SHE decants another bottle of MISTRESS’S NECTAR OF VENUS. Then SHE hooks up the suffocating slave to HER SPECIAL RESPIRATOR and lets him drag deep on HER freshest air. To help him fully appreciate the invigorating aroma, SHE cuts off his air completely with unpredictable regularity. DOMINA KATE is now totally in command, and the good world is just as it should be.
