Even with all the astonishingly stylish new equipment in my West London BDSM Laboratory, it’s not easy to keep ahead of the game and always offer the most exciting and sensuous bondage experiences to my many and varied clients.
Of course, many of the submissives who visit me love the restriction of a tight rubber bondage hood, and I pride myself on a hood inventory second to none.
With all due modesty, I can confidently say that my premises are now as good as, or better than, any other bondage facility in England but I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels, and my endless quest for BDSM bondage excellence continues apace.
The latest additions to my rubber hood range are perhaps the heaviest and most restrictive hoods yet.
Pride of place goes to one total enclosure beauty, skilfully crafted in top quality heavy rubber which traps you in bondage sensory-deprivation and sub-space from the moment I ease it over your head.
First impression is of the smell and the smooth feel of rubber closing in on you from every side… and that is even before I begin to pull down the rear zip to tighten it around your face.
Suddenly, you become highly aware of every breath you are taking, and the way the air rushes in through the sole intake in the internal face-fitting covering your nose and mouth.
How simple would it be for me to block off that tube and leave you struggling in the dark for the air you so desperately need? Let’s find out with a little breath play for a moment or two – just to set the scene and get your adrenaline pumping before this rubber head prison seals you in for as long as your Mistress desires.
With the zip fully closed, the rubber now presses from every side and you can feel the weight of the entire hood on your shoulders.
Every sound is muffled, every chink of light has disappeared… and now your head bondage is about to get serious!
Did I mention that this hood has a tight-fitting collar which I can close-up with a padlock?
Oh Dear… it must have slipped my mind; but we can try the lock now.
You’ll have to trust that Mistress looks after the key. How terrible it would be for me to drop it on the laboratory floor and have you hunt around in the dark for hours trying to find it.
Surely, I would never be that cruel to a loyal slave like you? Even harder for you if I decide to give you the impression that you are being left alone in my rooms to blunder about in helpless bondage, growing more and more terrified of the restriction around your head in every moment I stay quiet.
Just be careful: my retribution if you should bump into any of my valuable new equipment will be swift and sure.
I’ve not yet had the time to fully explore all of this hood’s possibilities.
But I already know that I get a lot of amusement from blocking off the air feed and watching as even this heavy rubber gets sucked tightly against the face as the slave struggles inside.
So many more games to explore; I wonder what will happen if I block the breathing tube with my latex-clad hands and let you suck your air in past my fingers? And I know of a client or two who craves the chance to breathe my pre-breathed air, or desires an aroma mix to enhance his rubber experience.
The possibilities, as they say, are endless – and I fully intend to explore every one of them.
