Faceless

I have to be #100 in the gallery, and I am faceless in this picture. Again, the hood stretches and contains my breath no matter how forceful I exhale, with its seal secure. You can even see it's grasp from behind in the mirror. Upon inhaling though, its sensual hold makes one feel as if never wanting to be free of it, and from a hypothetical mistress's control. Two angles of me in one image - in a mesmerizing latex bubble, focusing only on my restricted breathing.