The mistress inquires, how’s the breathing? as she addresses the slave. He responds with a brief, it’s going, mistress, before gasping for air again. The slave stands beneath a crane, his hands fastened to a metal beam. His cock is confined in a cage, but the most striking feature is the red mask, which doesn’t fit snugly to the face as usual and has no numerous air holes. Instead, it serves a unique purpose, with only one opening, barely larger than a straw, allowing just enough air to pass through, preventing suffocation in absolute silence. Even without any external impact, breathing requires significant effort…