Plugged and Play Part 2

Necessity is the mother of invention.. at least that is what I'm told..

I get asked a lot what the new trend in silicon fetish masks feel like, so here goes the first general review.

There is something particularly kinky about a mask that completely removes the identity of the wearer on both sides of the play. The feeling that you are a different person gives you permission to do things with abandon, feel things that you dare not feel, experiment without judgement is so utterly freeing. The ability to be decedent in action and still look your partner in the eye at breakfast the next morning is amazing in a consensual kinky relationship.

This brings me to the Feturax Honey Bee Silicon Bondage Hood (link below). The first thing a latex lover will notice, before you even get it out of the bag, is the weight. These are heavier than my Rubbers Finest double layer heavy rubber mask!

The neck of this mask is super stretchy and will triple in size to allow you to put your head in. No lubrication is required to get it on…

I lift the hood out of its bag and feel the heavy weight flop around in my hands. I always take a moment to look the mask in the face before I put it on, starting to adopt the persona that I associate with it. The Honeybee is cheeky, enthusiastic, adventurous but gentle. She is blind to the world around her and needs to focus on touch and sensations she feels. She has no voice beyond a deep moan or quick gasp when she gets excited.. this doesn’t mean she is silent though..

As I start to associate with this, I put both hands into the neck of the hood with my palms facing in. The neck is twice as thick as the rest of the hood and takes a lot of effort to widen enough for my eager head to enter. I settle the opening on the front of my forehead and feed the hood over my head, back and forth until it swallows me, my identity and my inhibitions.

The silicon hood is loose on my head, there isn’t the tight feeling like a close fitting latex hood or a compression like and inflatable latex mask. But the weight is glorious and surprisingly comforting, like I am being hugged all over. The thicker, tighter neck of this mask puts a slight pressure across my throat.. like I am gently being held by my lovers hands.. my heart instantly starts to beat a bit faster.

I can’t see.

I can barely hear.

I need to be guided to where we are playing and be bound ready for the bee to serve.

There are no features inside the hood (unlike some of the other hoods from Feturax) so my mouth and nose are free to move, but the a little bit of light comes through the narrow mouth hole in the mask that is my only source of air. The neck has sealed tight around my neck.. no air is coming in there.. With each inhale the mask gets sucked onto my head and tightens, with each exhale it inflates and sits tighter on my neck.

Then is gets dark, the air isn’t coming in anymore and there is something phallic pushing its way past my lips. The service has to begin and master has to be happy with my performance if I want to get another breath. So the Bee goes to work.

It is hot inside the mask, it is getting sweaty from my exertions and my breath. I am working the tip and shaft of the invader. My lungs are on fire! At last I get a brief moment to replace the air, then back to work I go.. and so it goes until I have earned my turn..