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.
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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 thismask. 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?
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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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