[Custom clip, no names used]: You're my house leather gimp, intently forgotten in the cold basement of my dungeon, sensory deprived, you have no idea for how long you've been in captivity. You can only smell the leather that bounds you and you can only feel the metal cage around your groin. But that's what excite you, isn't it? You love the fear of submission so much you that you signed yourself to my beautiful and sadistic mind, you signed yourself to my toxic smoke. Depravity is in your name!