I bought a very simple hood over the winter break. The black materiel fits smoothly over my head and face leaving only my mouth uncovered.
Would I feel pouty, ignite my inner exhibitionist?
I found myself rubbing my hands over encased head, delighting in slash of my mouth.
I have seen others do this and always wondered what it felt like: was it just a device used by the models to look enticing?
Apparently not for me. I was captivated with the material, the darkness, feeling faceless and open . My mouth was a source of heightened semsation and I craved a gag to satisfy.
Kneeling in nothing but the hood,it was a sense deeper than humiliation - humility maybe? It makes me reflect more on the definitions we use to identify our tastes, which archetype we resonate the most with.
The question is often framed as "You want to be a slave?" as I learn more of my self I realise I am slave already - the Master may come and go but I am always slave.Wearing the hood simply reveals this aspect of myself.
