Sensory deprivation is so fucking sexy. Taking away all of their senses - except one (of the significant ones). Blindfolding them, putting noise-canceling headphones on them, tying them up entirely, only leaving their mouth open and their skin free to feel anything, and teasing them with what sensation they’ll be granted next: two fingers in their mouth, maybe a dildo or my cock, maybe my cunt all over it, maybe they feel a vibe against their nipples, against the area between their legs, maybe they feel a soft brush of my fingertips across their neck, their shoulders, their thighs or maybe they simply feel a splash of my cum fall onto them when I’ve jerked off in front of them.
Alternatively, switching it up by taking away the headphones and putting a nice, uncomfortable dildo gag into their mouth, so now they are allowed to hear my voice, but not able to respond to anything at all. Forced to listen to my voice, telling them in great detail about what I’m planning on doing to them, in what ways I’ll use and degrade them, and every little “Hmm!” and “Hmppf!” is met with a “Yeah, baby, I know you’ll like it”.
It is hard to put in words… Just imagine what I was feeling inside this this silk hood, having my panties tightly sealed in my mouth with the duct tape….
Ariana Chevalier Heavy Rubber w Leather Suspension Sensory Deprivation
NYC Legendary Dominatrix Ariana Chevalier is dressed in head to toe rubber including a hood. She instructs Her latex clad submissive to get inside of a leather body bag. She straps him in tightly, making sure to pull out his cock for later. She then attaches the body bag to a metal rack using chains. She lifts the submissive off the ground using a mechanized pulley system. Next She puts an intense rubber sensory deprivation hood over the latex hood he’s already wearing. The hood has no eyes and 4 long tubes for him to use to breathe. He’s totally helpless, and completely objectified / dehumanized. Shot at the Rubber Studio, NYC.
Angel whimpered quietly as they felt footsteps echoing in the floor. There was a pause as the person… got onto their level..? That didn’t seem like Calder. Calder hadn’t ever gotten onto Angel’s level.
Angel’s stomach turned with uncertainty now. If this person wasn’t Calder, who were they?
The headphones were lifted from Angel’s head and Angel flinched as an unfamiliar voice assaulted their over-sensitive ears.
“Hey— Hey, you’re going to be okay.”
Angel let out a scared whine as their blindfold was removed. They squeezed their eyes shut before it left their face. They couldn’t look. They wouldn’t look. Not again.
Not again…
“Can you open your eyes?”
Angel gasped and pulled back as a hand pressed against their cheek. The hand stayed.
“Come on now. It’s alright. Open your eyes.”
Angel shook their head weakly, their stomach twisting into knots.
There was a moment of silence before the person caved. “Okay. Keep them closed if you prefer. That’s fine.” And then their gag was removed.
Angel opened and closed their mouth a couple of times, trying to rid themself of the sensation of the metal bit. They sucked in a sharp breath as they felt hands on their wrist.
Angel made an odd sound— the result of spending months gagged without the practice of speech— then managed to form a halting semblance of a sentence. “Wha-what are… you do… doing..? Do-don't—”
“I’m freeing your arms. Just relax. I won’t hurt you.”
“N… no— Don't—” Memories of how to form words were flooding back rapidly now. “Don't— Ca-Calder will kill you—”
“No one’s going to kill me, although I appreciate the concern. Relax. I’ll have you free in a moment. Do you want to open your eyes?”
“No!” Angel answered hastily. “No— I… I can’t do that again…” Their voice faded off, horrible memories rushing back.
“Can’t do what again, angel?”
Angel’s heart stopped in their chest. “How…” They breathed. “How do you know my name..?”
“… Angel..? That’s your name..?” Despite the confusion lacing the person’s tone, their hands did not falter with the cuff and, soon, Angel’s left hand was free. “I didn’t know. Just a lucky guess I suppose.”
“You… you have to leave me here.” Angel begged, letting their free hand fall to the ground as the person moved to their right hand.
“I will not leave you here. Why won’t you open your eyes, dearest?”
Angel hesitated. “I… I don’t want to bond with you…” They whispered, their heart starting to race. That was one of the things that had infuriated Calder the most. The knowledge that Angel would never bond with them if they could help it.
“Bond with me? What does that mean?”
Angel’s right hand suddenly came free. They still sat on their knees, however. “I… you don’t know..? That’s… that’s not why..?”
“Dearest, I’m simply trying to get you out of a bad situation. If you do not wish to open your eyes, I’ll not try to convince you— although I am curious what you mean.” A hand caught under Angel’s elbow. “Stand with me?”
“No… Please, no…” Angel didn’t dare move a fraction from where they sat. “Please— Please, Calder…”
“Calder isn’t here right now. They’ll not be back for at least a couple days. Let me help you, Angel.”
Angel swallowed nervously, but the hand on their arm was insistent. Angel stood slowly, stumbling with their eyes closed, and they were suddenly caught against a warm body. They whimpered, but, the person simply pulled them in, telling Angel to use them for support.
Angel carefully got their feet under them, leaning reluctantly on the stranger. “Why are you doing this..?”
“Because you need help.”
“But… but if Calder finds out…”
“Hey.” The person took a firm, yet gentle, hold on Angel. “Stop worrying about Calder. They aren’t here now, and you won’t see them again. Alright?”
With a soft whimper, Angel nodded.
The person led Angel out of the room, through the building until Angel felt the sun on their wings.
“Good. You’re doing good, Angel. We’re outside now. I’m going to take you to a carriage and we’re going to leave now, alright?”
Angel’s stomach began to twist into a tight knot of dread. “O… Okay…” They didn’t know this person. They didn’t believe that their intentions were noble. At least with Calder, Angel knew what to expect already…
Despite Angel’s reluctance, they went willingly to the carriage. They stepped up when the person told them to. They sat down once they were inside.
The stranger sat next to them. “My name is Echo.” They said as the carriage started to move. “I’m Calder’s younger sibling.”
Her resistance had been cute at first, but in the end, he’d decided it had to go. And so he watched over her as the toy inside her buzzed in sync with the audio track through the earbuds, waiting for her to be remade.
I remember once asking cookie A.K.A. @bimbodreams how Mr. C went about hypnotizing her and conditioning her. she was a little far gone already by this point, so she was not as articulate as she once was, so she couldn’t really describe it too well. But she said that it had to do a lot with sensory deprivation, like being in a dark room (for them it was their bathroom), while being subjected to His words and her mantras. I have to think that something like this would take the conditioning to a whole new and accelerated level.
Safety note: Both breath play/breath restriction and latex vac beds/vac body bags can be extremely dangerous if not done properly without taking appropriate safety precautions. Do not attempt without properly educating yourself about how to do so safely.
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.
