Raven Eve in the Hood

I’ve been trying to convince Raven for ages that she’d love my leather Sweet Gwendoline hood, but she had always been skeptical.  Perhaps she had reservations about having her beautiful head encased in constricting, tight leather, squeezing her head like a corset.  Perhaps it was the knowledge that once in place, the laces pulled as snugly as possible, there would be no escape until I decided she was coming out.  Perhaps it was the dehumanizing factor, the conversion of her into a leather-bound object of lust.  Whatever the reason, she finally faced the inevitable and soon found herself strapped to a pole, helpless in her leather confinement.  To her surprise, she found she liked it MUCH more than she ever imagined possible, as was obvious from the way her sexy body writhed and squirmed in her restraints, her soft moans of pleasure filling the empty space, her eyes locking onto yours and fully betraying her lust at her situation.  I’m betting she’ll be wearing one of these more often, assuming I ever let her out of this one!