Encased in layers of latex and bound down to my bench, my rubber gimp is adorned with a gas mask and pump hose. Totally at my mercy, I overpower the slave with his gimp medicine that I pump into his lungs from a glass bottle sealed into the gas mask and use the tube of the gas mask to cut off his breathing against my latex body for as long as I wish to see him suffer, deprived of oxygen and intoxed with gimp aroma. Once he is nicely pacified he is sounded with long, steel rosebud sounds until I am satisfied with his performance.
