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. By the way: If you'd like to correspond with the original author of this piece -
Robin Stone - please contact me direct via email (toyntanen@googlemail.com) with
your email address and I'll pass it along to him
... 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.
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