Sissy Storage
The only sound that kept me company couldn't be heard by anyone but me, and though it was of a slow rhythm, it sounded like wardrums within the confines of the thick leather sensory deprivation hood that my owner had secured over my head.Sensory deprivation of my sight, deprivation of my ability to feel.. but not smell.. and ironically, not my ability to hear either. The high-grade foam earplugs he had stuffed into my ears before sliding his hood over my head acted as an amplifier for every...