You are waiting patiently for Jade to enter the wrestling studio. You've had your eye on her for quite some time, and she is the ideal candidate to bring your fantasies to fruition. Crouched low, you remain quiet as she finally enters the room. Your breath catches at her beauty, your senses coming even more alive as you realize the moment of fetish revelation is upon you.
You stand abruptly, letting her take your presence in. Cautious, she asks you where the producer is? She's come here for a shoot. Could you be his assistant? You shake your head no as panic registers on her exotic face.
It's obvious that now is the time to make your move, or you risk your deepest desires remaining dormant and unlived. You approach her briskly, holding your hand out as she backs herself into a corner. As you use your gloved palm to cover her mouth and nose, she squeals and protests, attempting to your hand away. You push your weight into her face, taking her breath away. Your model is finally succumbing to slumber, giving in to the breathlessness you are delivering. She falls slack to the floor. Perfection.
Once on the ground, you slowly caress her and check her limbs to ensure their limpness. You are eager as you pull up her eye lids, basking in the stark white color. As you run your hands across her lips and face, you dip down low to take in the scent of her hair and skin. Standing up straight, you grab each of her wrists and ragdoll her splayed body.
This excites you as nothing else ever has. You feel as if nothing before this moment has been really, and you are finally coming alive. Jade's unresponsive state is a thing of fantasies for you that has been solidified.
Jade begins to come to, but you are prepared: you extract a bottle of rest spray from your jacket. Positioning it smartly in front of her face, it only takes one spritz. You revel in the reaction as your newfound slumber toy's eyes pop wide, rolling up and behind her lids. She sways seductively, teasing you on the brink of her consciousness. It's not long before you watch her alertness fade and she is prone for you again on the floor.
You continue to play with her body. You are impressed with the weight of her body parts and the satisfying smack they make when bounced upon your palm. Her body is a wonder of soft curves and dips, a canvas that you take your time exploring. You grow hot and breathe heavy as you rag doll her for the second time. When you check her eyes again, you are satisfied knowing you've truly put her out.
Jade comes to again, weakly attempting to get to her knees. As she's battling the fogginess of her brain, you slip your fingers down and unhook her bra, letting her breasts become exposed. Your heart skips a beat at her brazen nudity. You can't help yourself but have one more go with her...
For your personal finale, you apply a soaked rag to her face. Every ounce of resistance she has left is used against the chemical you've chosen just for her. Jade's panic is short lived now as she surely knows you are in control of the situation, seeking out a reality spawned from years of dreams.
Her eyes roll dramatically and her body shuts down limb by limb. You lean in close and listen as her breath slows and steadies, showcasing her entrance to slumber.
As she goes to the ground, you go through your rigorous routine of eye checks, rag dolling and body checks. Knowing that you are on safe ground in that aspect, you get to know Jade even better by using your hands to explore and take in.
It's now time to move the party, so to speak...you lift Jade's ankles, pulling her gently (as not to wake her) into the subsequent chamber of your fantasies...
