As promised, I have a new photo gallery for all of my lovely (and even my not-so-lovely) readers. It focuses on the times in which I have been wrapped up, unable to move and sometimes unable to see, while thing have been done to me. Miss actually wrote about this topic not so long ago, about how she sometimes encases her head in electrical tape, and the emotions she has from such an experience.
Two visits ago, Sir and Miss wrapped my head in plastic wrap and the electrical tape. I think it was the first time I had ever experienced my head being completely covered in electrical tape. The first few minutes inside that “mask” were pretty normal, in terms of emotion. I waited patiently as Sir finished his masterpiece, making sure that my entire face was covered. Shortly after, I felt something, and I am not quite sure how to describe it.
When Sir was done with the tape, I had some kind of emotional rush. My sight was taken away, I could not speak easily, and my hearing was muffled. With all of those senses taken away or toned down, I had a chance to concentrate on my emotions. I felt myself tear up under layers of plastic and tape, and really could not understand why.
I think, at that point, I felt free. Free to let everything out, because no one could see my expressions. Free to look inside myself and not be distracted by my surroundings. Free to just let myself be engulfed in my own emotions, as undefinable as they sometimes are. With my view of the outside world taken away from me, all I had was my thoughts and feelings. I zoned out; went away to a happy place. For however long I spent with my face wrapped up in plastic wrap and electrical tape, it felt as though some kind of gate had been broken inside me, allowing everything I felt to flow freely.
Looking back, I think having something cover my face lets me get in tune with my emotions. At this point, I am completely open with Sir and Miss, and do my best to express my emotions around them; however, I still find comfort in the times when my emotions stay between me and myself. Being put in that electrical tape mask gave me that moment, a time when I could just be with myself.
Last weekend, after buying a rather large roll of cling wrap, Sir and Miss cocooned my body in plastic, cutting holes that allowed for full exposure of my breasts and butt. Sir laid me down on the floor and then began torturing my breasts; both with clothes pegs and with hot wax. Although my head was left uncovered this time, I still reached a point in which I felt internal freedom. Having no control over my body physically was liberating to me, because I no longer had to worry about it. There was no point in trying to move, because as hard as I could try, there was no escaping the plastic bindings holding me in place.
While Sir was torturing my breasts, I felt a sense of helplessness; and I liked it. I do not think I am a physical masochist, but I think there is a sense of emotional masochism in me that shines every time I am made to feel helpless and out of control. Having one clothes peg after another clamped onto me, or drop after drop of wax splash over my skin, no matter how much I beg for it to stop, really turns me on. As scary as it can be, the loss of control is what I thrive on. It gives me a vacation from a life where I am always (or mostly) in control. And that break, that small pause from life, is what makes me feel so free.
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Pssst…You can find more photos from my last two visits in this gallery.