Bondage Debut PART 2
Mya was now ready to put the hood over my head. This was the moment that excited me most of all. Not only was the bondage gear amazing, but having it put on by one of the most stunning Mistresses in the BDSM scene today added an incredible uniqueness to the experience. Mya loosened the laces on the back of the hood as she prepared to slide it over my head. The hood was made of matte-finished rubber so thick that the face could stand upright by itself. It was more of a rubber cast for the head than a mask or hood. It turned out the hood was a perfect fit for me. The chin was molded to fit so snugly it kept my mouth from opening even a fraction of an inch, and there was no mouth opening anyway. The nose of the hood, just like the chin, was molded to fit tightly. Each nostril of the hood was connected to a tube that inserted a short ways into each of my nostrils. This was a detail I hadn’t noticed upon my initial inspection. The thick tubes restricted my breathing to a trickle. Once I realized that I was forced to take long, slow breaths, I immediately calmed down and dropped into a very strange and very comfortable head-space. I barely noticed Mya tugging on my head as she tightened up the lace on the back of the hood, causing it to constrict around my head even tighter. My entire head was being squeezed on all sides. I never imagined that such a sensation was possible; the hood was truly a perfect fit. With it laced up and the breathing tubes inserted into my nostrils, Mya lead me into the playroom. The eye openings were covered with a black screen-type material, which made my vision gridded with tiny round holes. Due to my encumbered vision, Mya had to guide me as I walked by holding on to a ring on the collar of the straight jacket, like I was a trained animal lead to it cage. The restraints Mya and Mark had placed on my legs forced me to take very small steps as I walked into the place-space.
Once in the play room, Mya lead me into the tall, narrow cage Mark had moved into the center of the room. The cage was made from steel bars, and the door swung on four heavy-duty hinges. Before closing the door, it was time for the last piece of bondage gear: the very thick heavy metal collar! This was a unique collar in the fact that it was designed not only to go around a person’s neck, but also to be attached to a cage bar. The collar fit tightly around my neck and had just enough room to go around the rubber hood that also covered my neck. The collar clamped around my neck and the cage bar simultaneously. The moment it closed I could no longer move my head. I had never felt so strangely frozen in place. I had absolutely no ability to move my neck or head, I couldn’t even turn side to side. The thickness of the machined metal allowed the locking mechanism to be built directly into the collar. The collar also had an attachment point, which Mya promptly used to attach another chain and connect it to the cage door after she shut and locked me inside.
I trust Mark and Mya very much. Not only are they good people, but they are both very experienced in the art of bondage. This allowed me to give up all control and that let my mind sink even deeper into a meditative head-space; I didn’t even have the slightest thought trickling through my mind. For the first time in my life, I was in a position where I had to put absolute trust in the people around me since there was absolutely no way for me to escape from my restraints. My mind and body were more calm than I could ever remember being. The only sense I had left was the ability to hear the muffled sounds of Mark and Mya talking as Mark snapped away with his camera.
Mark worked as fast as he could, knowing that we were running out of time. Mya posed for some shots with me and would check on me every few minutes to make sure I was ok during my first heavy bondage session. All I could do was mumble through the confining hood a kind of “yurmmph!” noise to confirm that I was indeed doing quite well.
After about 30 minutes, it was time to leave my blissful place of bondage and make our way to the airport. Mya unlocked the collar gently yet quickly and started taking off all of the gear she in which she had dressed me. When the collar came off, I felt my muscles begin to wake up. My upper body had gone limp since I wasn’t able to move my neck or head. I didn’t realize just how relaxed I had become. Next Mya removed the leg braces and chains, which freed me to walk comfortably again, then she unbuckled the straight jacket. As she loosened it, I felt the blood rush into my arms and fingers. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed how tightly confined my arms were in the jacket. This was yet another detail I didn’t notice in my subdued head-space. When Mya started to unlace the hood, I felt the pressure release from my head. As the hood came completely off, I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the dim lights overhead. My jaw was a little sore from the hood’s pressure against it, but the pain went away quickly. I didn’t start to come out of the deep head-space until the hood was completely removed. I hurriedly put my clothes back on and we rushed off to the airport. Even while rushing, I remained in a very subdued mood all the way back to Los Angeles. During the flight back, all I could think about was the hood and restraints of my very first heavy bondage experience.
This was an amazing experience, and officially made me a big fan of extreme bondage. Since then, I have become the proud owner of my first bondage sack (which I’ll write about in a later story). In a couple weeks after writing this article, I’m heading back to San Francisco to take part in another bondage shoot with Mark and Mya. Of course, there has already been talk of what they’re going to do to me this time, and I can’t wait to find out.
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