I was thoroughly enjoying myself, totally encapsulated in the thickest of padded leather: straitjack

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, totally encapsulated in the thickest of padded leather: straitjacket, hood, and leg sack. The white-noise machine drowned out all distractions. I could see nothing, hear nothing and all I could feel was the unyielding supple leather across my body.

I was writhing in bondage bliss.

While the posture collar did an admirable job of eliminating my ability to turn or lift my head…I could still wiggle and move it slightly this way and that.  

Thanks to my attentive captor, that didn’t last very long.

My hood has so much soft puffy padding I didn’t even know it was a rope he used to ratchet my head securely down to the pillow. From the inside my dark cocoon, amid the ever-grinding silence of the white noise, I suddenly realized that my pillow-like leather hood had somehow stiffened and become rigid around my head and that I could no longer move it at all.  

Within minutes the same happened all up and down my body. Any movements I made were quickly met with a response: the leather would suddenly grip me more tightly, lock me further into position.

Soon I could make no movement at all.

And then the hood, collar, straitjacket and everything else just sort of faded away and it was just me…floating.