Thursday, 7 November 2019

The ‘Benefits’ of a Gas Mask: An Article by Robin Stone

Hi folks! I know I've not been around for a while but I am now back working on a couple of projects, of which more next time. Meanwhile here is an article by my mate Robin Stone. Now this is not my sort of thing ordinarily but maybe it is yours - I'd be interested to know one way or the other. But whatever I may think about the present subject matter, I've done some collaborative work with Robin Stone in the past and always there is some merit in taking on board someone else's 'interests' when it comes to providing much needed inspiration....Now read on (as they used to say)

The ‘Benefits’ of a Gas mask
By Robin
 Some people find it difficult to understand why someone should like gas masks. There purpose being quite sinister – being made, and widely distributed in times of war and conflict, when the enemy might inflict poisonous gases on the troops or population.
Why should anyone actually like to wear one? Why should anyone actually want to make someone else wear one? There doesn’t seem to be any logic in it.

But then one has to understand that by they’re very nature they need to be made of rubber, and of course there are a great number of people who love rubber. I don’t need to go into the details of that in this context. We just need to understand that there are so very many people, females as well as males, who love the smell, and feel of a beautifully crafted item made from this wonderful material.

So, let’s just assume that we have a very pretty girl, called Joanne, and she is willing, or maybe even not willing, but she is just forced to obey! She could very well be dressed from head to toe in rubber, maybe including at least one shiny black rubber mackintosh and probably a pair of very shiny and very tall rubber riding boots. Joanne has no option but to obey.

She may have seen pictures of gas masks before, but that would have been in the context of vintage pictures of the second World War, or maybe pictures of military personnel in the more recent conflicts throughout the world. All these soldiers need to carry protection just in case. Why would she think that anyone would have one of these hideous masks in their own home? And of course she would never imagine that she might be forced to wear one!

Just imagine Joanne sitting in a chair looking at herself in a large mirror. She might have been tied voluntarily, (or involuntarily for that matter,) to a chair, as she knows that to have her tied up pleases her mistress. Or maybe she even enjoys being helpless and at the mercy of her tormentor. She can see the reflection of her very pretty face in the mirror. She might have been allowed to put on some basic make up, but even without it she is still extremely attractive.

Her mistress approaches from behind, our submissive doesn’t notice that she has something in her hands. Joanne obeys when she is ordered to close her eyes. What is happening to her? She’s tried to turn her head to one side, but the grip of her mistress’s hand holds her head firmly in place. Suddenly she finds that something is being pressed over her face. She struggles again, but it’s in vain. She now finds that her breathing is restricted, and what is that awful smell?

Joanne can feel her mistress fiddling with something towards the back of her head. She has been told to keep her eyes firmly closed, and she dare not disobey her mistress for fear of the severe caning that she will most certainly receive. Her bottom is already very sore from the 50 strokes of a cane that she received earlier that day. She can’t take any more, so she obeys. Her eyes remain tightly shut.

The thick rubber presses even more firmly to her head as her mistress pulls the six rubber straps in to hold the fearsome gas mask even tighter to her head. She struggles to gain air, until she is told to calm down and take slow even breaths. She still finds it harder to breathe than normal. The inlet valve is restricting her air intake. As she breathes out, the outlet valve makes a strange noise.

She is now allowed to open her eyes and she stares at herself in the large mirror. She stares at herself in astonishment. What is that grotesque thing now over her face? Surely it can’t be her inside the terrifying black rubber mask? It is her. How could her mistress do this to her? They had never discussed anything like this before, but now she is being subjected to the humiliation of wearing this awful thing over her pretty face. In fact she can hardly see her face – only her eyes are visible through the thick lenses of the mask. She is now under the discipline of having to wear this awful gas mask. Her mistress surges with pleasure as she sees her slaves’ distress.

Little does Joanne know that this particular mask has been modified from the original. The inlet filter has been removed and its place has been taken by a long black corrugated rubber tube. The tube is two feet long and what should be the open end has been covered over. It should be over an inch in diameter, but she can only inhale air through a hole which is no more than 1/8th of an inch in diameter. The length of the tube makes her situation even worse.

Once she has calmed down considerably, she finds that she can inhale sufficient air for her survival. She struggles desperately when her mistress picks up the long flexible tube and simply places the end of one finger over the small inlet hole. One small finger is all that it takes to block off her air supply. She is now finding it harder to breathe. She doesn’t understand why she can’t breathe, and in her panic she moves her head from side to side, struggling to get free as she does so. She cannot gain any freedom of course, her mistress has fastened the straps and belts up so tight around
her, so very, very tight. However, she struggles for breath. Suddenly she finds that she can breathe again as her mistress removes her little finger from over the inlet hole. Gasping for breath, she obeys her mistress and she relaxes in the chair, secure in the knowledge that her mistress is in charge and she is always considerate to her needs – well almost always!

All is quiet in the room and Joanne is left to contemplate her reflection in the mirror. In fact she is not alone, her mistress is sitting out of sight and out of the reflection of the mirror. Tears begin to well up in her eyes. She looks so ugly with the terrifying rubber mask over her face. Salty tears run down her face, but they cannot reach her nose or mouth because they are contained in a separate moulded rubber nose and mouth piece. She is now sobbing with the deep humiliation of having this awful mask clamped over her face. She realises that her hearing is restricted, and in fact she cannot hear anything but the rasping of her breath, as she inhales steadily and then exhales through the valves. Her breathing is still restricted, but now she has calmed down, she is no longer in distress.

She could talk if she wished to, but she knows that if she were to say anything to her mistress without express permission, then she would incur further punishment. In fact after sitting in the same position for quite some time, she realises that she needs to go to the toilet. She calls out loudly, “Mistress, mistress, please can I go to the toilet? I need to do a wee-wee.”

Even though her mistress is still close by, she does not respond. Joanne has no option but to use the thick padded protection that has been put on her, the tight elastic in the legs of the two pairs of plastic and rubber pants prevent any leaks should her terry nappy be unable to contain everything.

Of course speaking without permission will incur punishment, but this time it comes not in the form of another caning. Joanne is greatly relieved to feel the straps of the gas mask being relaxed and eventually the terrible mask is removed from her head. She expects that the session will soon be over, but this is not the case. Her mistress has some compassion and she is allowed to blow her nose and has her face wiped over with a towel, which gives her some relief.

To her astonishment, she sees her mistress place both of her hands into what looks like something in the shape of a head. It is in fact a black latex open-faced hood. After she has been ordered to close her eyes, she finds that it is soon stretched over her head, and she finds that immediately her hearing is greatly reduced. On trying to open her eyes she finds that she can no longer see anything. In fact her eyes can now feel the discomfort of having something pressing against them. The thick rubber padding now filling her eye sockets is far from comfortable, but it is very effective in cutting off all light. She has been completely blindfolded and the thick padding over her ears has made her almost deaf.

Joanne struggles in vain once more, and her mistress gives her time to calm down. Quite lovingly she strokes the back of Joanne’s head, and as she does so, she pulls a second black latex rubber hood over and completely down to rest around her neck.

Of course Joanne has ‘enjoyed’ many a severe bondage session with her mistress, but this is something different. Yes, of course, she has had surprises in the past; that just adds to her excitement, but this is just completely different. What will happen next?

The order to open her mouth is just audible as her mistress speaks quite loudly and close to her left ear. Joanne obeys, and seconds later she finds that something smooth is entering between her teeth. The same sensation that she had before is there once again. She is certain that her mistress is putting another horrible rubber gas mask over her face. Only this time she can’t see what she looks like. She can use her imagination though, and she imagines quite correctly that she now looks just as ridiculous as she did before.
This time though, things are made much worse! Her breathing is immediately much more laboured and of course she can’t see anything at all. Even if she hadn’t got the inner rubber hood covering her eyes, she still wouldn’t be able to see through this mask. The eye lenses have been completely blacked out.

Once again the six rubber straps are tightly secured around her head, this time tightening is facilitated by the latex rubber hood covering her hair. Her struggles are quite futile as her mistress releases her grip. Although she can’t see, she senses that her mistress is directly in front of her. Her head feels even more compressed as the second latex rubber hood is raised up and over the edges of the terrifying gas mask. The tight rubber forms a tight seal around all the edges of the mask.

Joanne is trying to breathe in a steady fashion as she is beginning to learn how to respond to the restricted breathing. She can breathe through her mouth, but not for much longer. The thing in her mouth is expanding! Oh help, what on earth is mistress going to do next?
Steadily the rubber bladder is now beginning to fill her mouth, compresses her tongue and it presses against the inside of her mouth. It expands to fill her entire mouth and starts to push towards her throat. She is beginning to feel dreadfully uncomfortable and she is relieved a little when her mistress lets some air out. But her relief is short lived as the rubber bladder expands once more, this time to an even greater size. She certainly couldn’t speak now, even if she wanted to. There is further movement in the room and Joanne can sense movement close to her, but not hear anything. Just at that moment she can feel something being placed over her ears. She has worn complete ear covering headphones before and the sensation is similar. In fact she is now wearing professional ear defenders that are used in industrial situations.

Joanne has no idea how long she will be kept inside the ghastly rubber mask. She hopes that it won’t be too long before her mistress releases her. She has to remain sitting in the chair due to the tight restraints holding her firmly in place. All of her bodily senses have been taken away from her to a certain degree, some more than others. She can no longer hear anything at all, she certainly can’t see due to the two levels of eye covering, any chance of uttering more than a throaty gurgle is impossible – she certainly couldn’t shout, cry out or hold any conversation.

She can still smell, but her nostrils are filled with the stench of the awful rubber mask over her face and she can also smell the rubber bladder now filling her mouth, but she can’t distinguish exactly where the smell is coming from. She has been totally covered in layers of rubber and her hands and fingers are severely restricted inside tight fitting rubber gloves with fingerless rubber mittens covering them. She has a degree of touch still available to her, but all she can touch is the lining of the gloves stretched so taut over her skin. In reality she can’t feel anything other than the rubber.
Joanne has no option but to try to remain calm and to endure her present situation.

Friday, 19 April 2019

New Robin Stone Book
Hi there folks!

I don't have much time to say much today except to announce the publication of a new book by my friend, Robin Stone (available on LULU here - click here or on the image above). I am primarily acting as publisher on this one, although I have done some editing and have also been responsible for formatting it so as to suit the requirements of epub.  It is only available as an epub at the moment - and Kindle on Amazon - but PDF and print versions will appear on LULU shortly after Easter. It is not strictly speaking a brand new publication in that it has been previously published under a different title but it has been updated to some extent I'm led to believe.  The cover is by one of Robins friends incidentally. The subject matter is self-explanatory from the title!

Thursday, 28 March 2019

The NEW Arranged Marriage - A New Way Forward?

So - now that here in the UK ‘Civil Partnerships‘ have given way to full-blown same-sex marriages and the customs of other cultures are more and more often tolerated one’s thoughts turn to the possibility that there might now be one more way for a step parent or legal guardian to get a recalcitrant and permanently pouting late teen off their hands!  Yes - you've undoubtedly guessed it: Perhaps the door is now open to a whole new interpretation of that term: ‘the arranged marriage‘!  

Actually I've been thinking along those lines for quite some time now, although I'm not sure where it's likely to lead in terms of writing yet - if anywhere - and I feel I ought to get my present project out first but next time I allow myself to go out on a drinking binge I may well take my trusty laptop and see what comes out after a couple of pints or ten! It's the Wetherspoon's Spring beer festival soon, so you never know - I'll keep you posted on that in case anyone cares to join me for a pint or so; I may well be down in Ramsgate using the fairly new and wonderful Ramsgate Wetherspoons or indeed in one of the three Wetherspoons in Brighton - most likely the Marina 'Spoons; Ramsgate because I'm looking to buy a property around there to rent out (I need the income!) and Brighton...well just because I like the place!

Oh lordy - I cannot BELIEVE how long it has been since I've posted here! What can I say? It's the demands of probate and all that goes with it I'm afraid. However - having said all of that - I'm still managing to put a little time aside to work on my various projects each week, albeit often just one or two days per week at present, while also collaborating with Robin Stone in various ways. Incidentally, Robin is currently working on an exciting new project, which I'll probably have a hand in at some point and which he is  hoping and planing to get out in the fairly near future; so keep your eyes open for that one!  As with his last publication - available here on LULU or on Amazon - I will probably be acting in the role of publisher as well as doing a bit of proofreading, editing, perhaps contributing some pics and so on and stuff like that!

Thursday, 31 January 2019

A New Experimental Pic For You

Here is something new I’ve been playing with today - another idea which may make it into my long awaited (I’m sure - ha ha!) new book, which I plan to be a sort of illustrated version of my old ‘INSTITUTIONALISED‘ series (still around on LULU and Amazon etc by the way!)  This one was inspired by something my pal ROBIN STONE (the chap whose book I published on LULU a couple of weeks back - click here to see) sent me recently. Any way - enough for now because I have to rush out so please tell me what you think thus far. The image most likely wont be used in this form or necessarily with this background scene (which is just something I slung together from bits and pieces I had lying around on my hard drive to give a 'feel' for it rather than a plain background).

Tuesday, 29 January 2019

Creating A New Character

A character I’ve been working on for an illustrated publication I’ve had on the back burner for some time and based on an old photograph I came across once. The original, although perfectly innocent and depicted in an everyday medical setting, I found had possible sinister overtones, certainly enough to have triggered my imagination into action. It was the syringe, but also somehow in combination with the woman’s expression - it was / is something I found / find difficult to put a finger on let alone put into words.  

I’m not quite sure I have been entirely successful in capturing that whatever-it-is - and I think I may have made her too broad in the beam. But I think it has got SOMETHING going for her, even if it does need a little more work. She won’t be depicted in isolation, as here, in the finished work of course - but to say any more would be to risk giving too much away! 

All I can say right now is that in the completed background pic when I've tried her in it (in this form, but a little narrower in the hip) she looks a lot better for some reason the dress not so blurred, nevertheless, please let me know what you think.

And another thing: It appears the links I placed within my last posting I'd messed up and thus in a few minutes I'm going to remedy that and so you should all be able to find my Tumblr blog alternative, ready for the fateful day I get shut down on super-puritanical Tumbrl. And at some point I'll post a link in the right hand sidebar too - but I've been a bit busy of late, so please cut me a little slack folks!

Saturday, 26 January 2019

A Work In Progress - And A New Blog (Same As The Old Blog?)

Hi again Folks - I'm back. So, I'm still struggling with various bank issues linked to the probate process as regards my late mother's estate but at least now I'm getting in a position where I feel I can put a little time aside to work on my various projects again. To the this end I have been working on building a composit image for one of my heroines and presented here are a couple of later stages in its progression and evolution.
The upper image has all manner of disjointed discontinuities where some of the various components which went to make up the image don't quite meet up and match properly. In the lower image, although still nothing like perfect, I have attempted to address some of those issues (including the design of the dummy / pacifyer, which I wasn't happy with).  While doing so - and in redesigning the pacifyer - I came up with what I think to be a particularly tormenting refinement of the disciplinary element; the idea just sort of popped up in my head. 

The basic  idea is a simple but effective disciplinary measure, but with a major part of that disciplinary effect built around the fact that the pacifyer is NOT fastened in place, that in principle the hapless subject COULD spit it out! (plus I thought I might find creating a realistic-looking retaining strap, and the effect on dimpling the skin, difficult to bring off). 

The dummy could be any colour of course, but for the thing I'm working on I wanted the dummy to match the girl's hospital-issue pyjamas, which long ago I'd decided would be a sort of striped, subjued bottle green-like shade and several images already exist on my hardrive ready to go with that look, else I might now in hindsight have adopted the idea of light and dark striped grey pyjamas.  I would welcome your comments and ideas on this.

Finaly - Tumblr is becoming ever more puritanicle it its outlook with quite rigid censorship now running rampant (no female nipples can be shown, for instance, just like being back in the 1960s) and I fear sooner or later my Tumblr blog will fall foul of this policy and end up disapearing.  Already several of the images on my Tumblr blog have been tagged as 'adult content' and as such are now only viewable by the three of us: me, myself and I!  For this reason - like many other Tumblr users - I have now opened an account with BDMSIR.COM, a new and very Tumblr-like blog site, so hopefully should my present Tumblr blog vanish you'll be able to contiue following me there.  And please DO follow me and others there and so help make this new venture a success (although I don't yet have much content posted there to be honest). Just click here, on the blog site name above or the lower of the two images above to be rushed startight there! 

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

A Notification Of A New Book For A New Year (Not Mine Unfortunately) / Test Posting

I am having problems re-opening my blog after having made it invitation only for a while (for personal reasons) so this is something of a test run. Please let me know when or if you see this.

I have been 'off the air' for quite some time following my mother's death back in November and her burial a couple of weeks before Christmas, since when - other than for a break over the Christmas / New Year period (mostly spent in the pub - a nine day mega-bender) I have been largely dealing with her estate and legal matters pertaining to probate as a co-executor of her will along with one of my aunts and am only now trying to get my life up and running again.
One thing I DID manage to do before it all went pear shaped with my mother (actually it was way back in June last year - a measure of how long all this has been going on for) was publish this for my mate Robin Stone on LULU. It is presently only available published by yours truly as a PDF but in the fullness of time it will also appear under Robin's own name, in various formats such as EPUB and hopefully also on Amazon too!  While not really my thing in certain aspects and not my writing stle, nonetheless I have had a guiding hand, contributed the opening section, written and or edited one or two areas and done quite a lot on the artwork side. Click here to visit the relevant LULU page.