You want to be hooded for me, don’t you? You want the muffled world, the helpless breaths, the fabric pressed tight while I take what I want. I’ll soak that lace with everything I choose, cover your face until you taste and smell only me. You don’t deserve normal senses, you only deserve submission.
Hood yourself and let me teach you how small and owned you can feel. Buy it and be rendered voiceless, coated in my proof that you belong beneath me.