Typically, I recap our week here at the house or talk about something coming up. But this time, I want to open the vault of deep, dark thinkings and derail my regular posts.
Let us begin this series with sensory deprivation. Mistress and I have dipped a toe in sensory deprivation a few times prior. One session found me in our body bag, and saran wrapped. My head was engulfed by one of our leather hoods, and my ears plugged and covered by headphones. My mouth was stuffed with a gag as I lay on the couch in our living room. I can’t remember how long I was there, but it felt like an eternity. Mistress would randomly interact with me in different modalities. One interaction would be the sting of the whip after she opened the body bag and swatted hard enough to go through the saran wrap. Another was a slight caress of my chest as she walked by to go on about her business.
To be straightforward, I want more. I would not mind having sensory deprivation so prevalent in our lifestyle that I feel naked without it, much how I feel without my collar. We have two great leather hoods that are great for sensory deprivation. One hood is strict leather and a bit more forgiving in the deprivation department. The other hood is padded around the ears and eyes to force more of the deprivation of the sub’s senses. A gag is not needed with the padded hood. It has a small breathing hole while the rest of the mouth area is compressed with padding. While the second hood is a bit more intense, the experience of sensory deprivation is increased. Pair that padded hood with earplugs or noise-canceling headphones and say goodbye to goodbye to 4 out of 5 senses.
Removing access to the last sense is the most fun for Mistress. Deploying restrictive restraints is Mistress’s specialty. She has plenty of tools in her arsenal to limit or eliminate my sense of touch. We have a straight jacket, body bag, rope, chains, tether, and saran wrap. All these items serve a purpose for Mistress to do her bidding. There is something about not seeing, hearing, or speaking that makes me focus on her touch and only her touch. Sensory deprivation leaves me anticipating her touch, and when she finally touches me, I can feel the surge of energy course through my body. I respond to her every interaction regardless of intensity. My skin is already sensitive, and that sensitivity intensifies when further deprived of sensory input.
I often think about sensory deprivation sessions with Mistress. Lately, I have found myself fantasizing about the same components of a session. I am entirely hooded and gagged with earplugs and noise-canceling headphones. She is playing a playlist of music that she loves, her naughty list if you may. She wraps my fingers in Saran Wrap and then stuffs them in the red armbinders hanging in our closet. She stretches my arms above my head to the hook in our ceiling and pulls me to my tippy toes. She puts me in an adult diaper and puts the training pad at my feet. I am there for hours. She may go to bed, watch movies, or both. I am there as eye candy, anticipating her touch, succumbing to her sadistic interactions with my body. Shivers just thinking about it.
We will continue these thoughts next week.
Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 