As a forensic investigator, I'm searching your home for clues to your latest crime. As usual, I'm wearing my hazmat suit and gas mask as to not contaminate the scene. What I don't know is that you're there, watching me in the shadows. Once I'm vulnerable, you take me out. I come to tied to a chair, unable to move. I see you and demand to know what's going on as I struggle to free myself. You explain that you inserted a vibrator into me and that you also have a remote that controls the air flow into my respirator. You're not going to let me go until I stop having orgasms. I moan and fight, gasping for breath whenever you let me breathe again. We both know it's going to be a long time before I'm able to stop orgasming.