Tokyo 1986/10
During 49 years in pervertion since I started in 1965, I
used several times different hoods on different women.
Often unsatisfactory : a jute bag on Laure’s and
Lia’s head… they could guess the moves around them ; an old rubber lined
worker’s bag with Jacqueline… breathing was a problem ; rubber then
leather hoods bought on the market for Yooki, then for Kanachan and after for some others until I obtained
what I had in mind. What I wanted was total sight and hearing sensory
deprivation and a locking at the neck impossible to open. It requested some
negociations with the makers and designers, It needed some efforts (costly for
me) to adjust to my requests, but I have been half angry, half pleased and
appreciating when, some months later, Rimba presented on sale a model with my
own specifications.
I did not liked when hooded Laure or Lia were aware I was
moving around and disliked a lot the eventual asphixation of Jacqueline ;
the market products were made to please fantasies, not real needs. I met, after several calls, a german
designer… problem I was bottom in german as he was in French and his english
was so basic that expressing nuances and details was more or like talking
between aliens. There helped my practice of travelling alone in countries more
than foreign : no common language ? a pencil and a small sketchbook,
helped a lot. When you don’t know words, drawings can say instead. We reached a
satisfiying result in that way, but it took four or five months of exchanges
between Japan where we were and
the german designer’s atelier in Dortmünd.
It took time, a lot, but the result was really
good : the hood was specially lined
to put some pressure on the eyes instead of the usual blindfolding
practice, hears covered by strong
sound reductors, the whole gear being closed with a small chain passing through
rings on the back of the head and around the neck where it was padlocked (they
provided me the combination padlock for free. A service…)
It was not the almost aesthetic perfection of PD’s
designed hood I saw in Insex and in Limbus 15 or 16 years later, but it
fullfiled my aims each time I used it from the day I received it.
When the final product arrived, Kanako was re-married,
coming lest frequently with her new husband, therefore, Yooki inaugurated the
tool, like she did for several others tools
First use : I was very impatient, so impatient that
I did not cared about any aesthetic consideration, I fixed the hood on Yooki’s
head when she arrived from the school where she drove the kids. She knew I was
discussing about it, she had tried blindfolds, but this time she was surprised
to be so totally cut from the external world. Only three holes, two at the nose
for breath the third at mouth level allowing to pass a straw to sip liquids. This
initial test lasted only ten or twelve minutes as I had to go to my office for
a meeting.
During that meeting, difficult to focus on professional
technical points, with in mind a disturbing mix of business aims and of erotic
forecasted images.
The next Saturday, I had arranged with Kanachan and her
new husband that they’ll come in the morning and pick the kids out to play with
Kanako’s son already 4 year old, with the full assurance (to him) that Kanako’s
turn will come soon. There was only one such hood by the way. As soon as they
left, Yooki’s day turned to the darkest sideral silent night, hood locked
around her neck with a five digits combination I was alone to know. They were
due to be back around 7 PM, it left me some nine hours to play relax with Yooki’s
nerves, for this first time.
Not a second to lose, the door was barely closed that
Yooki was hooded and locked in it. Once locked, she was stripped of her few
pieces of clothing. We were in autumn and if not cold, the temperature was not
so hot anymore!
In such a situation, there was no need of any rope ;
looking at her completely lost was already a huge pleasure. I just took care to
put aside all the furnitures she could have hit in her wandering in the room.
She could not see my hands reaching her skin for caresses or for
pinching ; it made her ran crazy, but it was only a starter.
From drawer and wardrobe I took out my rare hitting tools : a cane rarely used, a
riding crop almost never used, a paddle used sometime, a home made flog used on
feeling basis… a bit more often, plus my hands.
From then, when passing nearby, I used a tool or another
without warning leaving seconds, minutes or more between strokes from different
instruments. My hands were both heaven and hell, pleased and pleasing in some
instances, pleased and hitting in some others. The cane has the disadvantage to
require fleshy areas, not good where bones dominate. Same for the paddle. The
crop is more diverse in use and that time it was activated quite often. But, my
flog had the chance to express itself freely, bringing frantic muffled moans
from the hood.
(I had made it myself. It was dear to me. I had found the
thick but narrow leather straps in the Tokyu Hands DIY department store near
Shibuya station. Sixteen straps knotted at the ends for the flog and four for
the handle covered with sticky tape once braided.)
The merit was evidently the mix hood - flog, the face
protected and the whole body available, cunt included. Incredible the places
the tails can reach while wandering when acted swiftly, but even the flog took
its time during those hours. There was no hurry.
Yooki was begging… I was not sure for what, voice was not
clear. I decided she was thirsty, filled a mug of water and plugged a straw in
the small hole at her mouth position. Was I right ? But I saw the water
level sharply lowering. For the next time I poured whisky in the remaining
water and came back to her skin. Tools of course, but also a long pleasant
pheasant feather she had in her clothing accessories. Is it compulsory to think
only pain in such a situation ?
I left her resting some minutes while I went to the
bathroom, took a bucket, went to the balcony to put it down for later.
Back to the tools, hands and feather included, nothing
regular. Yooki was fluctuating between panic, anguish, pain (more intellectual
than real) and pleasure (as real as intellectual as I could check between her
legs from time to time). She sipped again with whisky this time, I poured again
water and alcool, then added sugar powder and a touch of salt to make her
becoming thirsty, she’ll drink again and again during the afternoon.
By 3 or 4 PM,I stopped alternating the tools when I saw
her tightening her thighs mumbling
in her hood. I drove her to the balcony, putting in her hand the bucket and moving back two steps to have a
good view without being in the way of an eventual peeping guy if any. Once,
twice, the balcony was her queendom. The last time, by 6 PM, I took the bucket
away and pulling her hand on her cunt, made her understanding that she had to
please herself, now ! So she did and she did not stopped when I unlocked
and took off the hood, but she rushed in after giving herself a more than
noticeable orgasm and as far as I saw. Not a small one at all.
Almost just on time, Kanako, her husband and our children
arrived 20 minutes later. Yooki was nervously exhausted, trying to come back
afloat after hours out of world. Only a light interior kimono on, her return to
earth was slow, very slow. Only the next day was she in a state of
understanding what she felt, what I did, what she did and how she reacted.
The kids were also very tired by their day out, our boy
already sleeping on Kanachan’s
lap, Tomoya on her husband’s shoulder and our elder daughter was ready to dive
in the arms of Morpheous. Their beds were ready, they were away sleeping within
seconds. The Kanako’s family left minutes after, but I agreed with them to talk
on the phone Sunday morning.
Half a day later later, the second hood session was set
up : Kanako’s turn.
Rope
