Cynthia kept working the laces on the back of the latex head closed, going from top to bottom, over and over, each time pulling the mask tighter and tighter, cruelly, tightening it carefully, making the mask literally skin tight perfection. It felt as if my head was being crushed as I stared helplessly through the brown lenses as my face was ruthlessly moulded into the image of a beautiful exotic woman.


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