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A DELAYED HALLOWEEN ARTICLE
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5th November, 2005 -
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The
article that follows is a collaborative effort by both Travis
(Mistress Trisha - her comments are in italicized text) and
JG-Leathers - his are in normal type face).
Given that they're both pretty well bent,
the use of the word ‘normal', in any
sense in the article must be looked upon with considerable
suspicion on the part of the reader. We hope that you'll find the following article
to be an interesting, fun voyage, both visually and by means
of the written word. Read on and enjoy! |
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s it was that time of year, it seemed
like a good idea to get into the whole Halloween scene in
a big way, and being the person I am, I figured why not combine
some different area's of kink with that type of event? Of
course the first thing that came to mind was that my 'earthly
remains' should be encapsulated in rubber (to prevent escape
of the spirit you understand, seeing as how rubber is good
at that sort of thing), and that the rubber-encased 'remains'
should then be properly restrained. Having said remains clattering
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place at will is just not on! Of course the remains should
be entombed within a suitable casket - with all due ceremony
being observed. And so it came to pass .... |
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Some night,
when the wind howls eerily around the house and the rain pelts
against the windows … open this page again to revisit
these images ... and let your imagination fly. |
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For a number
of months Travis and I had been discussing the photo-shoot
using his newly renovated casket, in combination with my rubber
gear, so he'd been busy getting the final details organized
in regard to its modifications. These were extensive, but
the result was very impressive. |
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I
can't really say where my attraction to funerary scenes
began, but it was probably borne out of the desire for
sensory deprivation and terror play. This strong inclination
eventually resulted in my creation of a bondage device
that would not only be capable of giving the occupant
an incredible sensation of dread simply by viewing it,
but would be able to back up that feeling by being utterly
inescapable. |
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A casket. |
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Mine
is a very-much-for-real casket, and I've spent considerable
time, effort and money on to bring it to its present
clean and polished state. The casket's interior facilities
are capable of being arranged in a number of ways, and
for this scene, I'd decided to use the internal mattress,
but not employ the tie-down straps that can be attached
to its bottom. This would allow the occupant some mobility
and for some this enhances the whole experience by allowing
them to explore the limited extent of their new world,
but not to escape it. |
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Most folks think of caskets in only one
sense, that of being their final resting place and never to
be seen again. However, there are sectors of the kink and
Goth scenes that employ these artifacts for play, and I was
more than willing to explore them, if I could add my own flavours
into the mixture. To many, the interest in caskets and associated
gear may appear to be a morbid one, but I can assure you from
personal experience that the play is definitely intense and
the sensations of 'serious bondage' are quite indescribable. |
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Remaining safe is a primary concern when engaging in extreme
play such as this, and nothing you see here should be tried
without exhaustive pre-testing, and never alone. So,
with that said ... on to a date with 4 bondage connesiures
and a casket! |
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My adventures in Travis' casket
began with a trip to San Francisco to enjoy the Folsom
Street Faire (26 September, 2004), and that night, after
a dinner at a Chinese restaurant in the Noe Valley area,
we drove up to Sacramento, arriving at about 00:30.
The next day came entirely too early, but after getting
our morning fix of coffee, then a great breakfast, we
spent a couple of hours getting everything set up for
the photo shoot. Mark concentrated on the lighting and
camera equipment while Travis and I worked at getting
into our gear; a time-consuming and sometimes intricate
endeavour. |
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Assisted
by Mauser, I dressed in my ensemble and Bekah helped
me to assemble 'Mistress Trisha'. When we were finally
ready, Mark came down to see how I was coming along
and found that the final enclosure was occuring in a
modified version of The creature; this time with the
emphasis on metal and latex restraint gear. A few minutes
later I moved carefully down the hall and into the parlour
where Mark had done his usual professional job of setting
up the lighting and photographic equipment, and we all
began to ease into the full ambience of the scene. |
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Rubber enclosure and bondage in combination can be
a fairly involved affair, but I certainly enjoyed
the process of dressing and being fitted with my equipment.
For me, it's a major part of the whole scene; i.e.
half the fun is getting there, and so, preparing the
rubber cat suit, then slithering into its cool embrace
once more was a long-awaited pleasure.
Some may think rubber remains clammy and cold, but
I can tell the reader from personal experience that
it warms quickly to skin temperature, then transmits
heat or cold instantly. Of course when you begin to
sweat from rapid movement or exercise, it does
get hot, but even a slight breeze cools you off very
quickly, and so, being inside a full rubber suit isn't
a bad experience at all.
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There
are other happy things that occur when wearing a suit such
as the one I have:: the fact that the rubber environment/suit
allows one to slip around within it, then also the (perhaps
true) concept that one's spiritual energy is focused inward
by enclosure within the impervious membrane. Because my rubber
gear is custom made, it fits snugly, and although I can get
most of it on myself, there are some pieces I need help with.
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Although
certainly not part of the 'normal' rubber scene, I started
off by attaching e-stim electrodes at my breasts and nipples
with another set in the crotch, then routed the wires carefully
while I put on the cat suit. I managed that with relative
ease, having had considerable practice over the years, and
now I've begun to use silicon oil to ease entry, sliding slowly
into the rubber is always a bit of a turn-on, just in itself.
Next, came the PVC, lace-up, knee boots then the ankle cuffs
and those I managed also.
It was time for the stainless steel
breast cups and these slipped easily into their apertures
on the chest of the cat suit, settling securely. Next came
the torso corset, and for that I definitely needed Mauser's
assistance. A rubber corset ... Hhhhmmm .... I can see the
reader wondering about that, but
can assure you that wearing the one I own is a very pleasant
experience. Mine is not really a 'tight lacing' style of severe
corset, but more of a shaper, and being of thick, boned rubber,
is relatively gentle in its compression and control. |
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After
that came the helmet. It went on quickly, bringing out my
incipient jowls (Damn! I've turned into an Old Fart!), then
its long neck tube was tucked into the high collar of the
catsuit, and the suit's shoulder zips were closed. The neck
corset was laced on immediately after, sealing me in and covering
the two other layers of rubber already encasing my neck. It
also required Mauser's assistance.
Connecting the neck and body corsets was straight forward,
and with the attachment of the 'integrator straps', everything
began to come together, in more ways than one. I slipped on
the thick, neoprene rubber gloves and Mauser fastened the
wrist zippers, then locked the thick, wide, and heavy wrist
cuffs closed over the zippers so that the gloves were not
going to come off unless those cuffs were removed. At that
point, my facial skin was the only part of me that remained
accessible to the outer world . |
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My
own preparations began early in the day, with the
casket being placed in the parlour to await its first
occupant, JG. I tested the interior IR (infra-red)
TV camera, flood LED's, and the microphone; all built
into the casket lid, as well as its other systems.
I finished by checking and re-checking that the lid
locking mechanism worked flawlessly, both for closing
and, most importantly, opening the casket. At last,
all was ready. |
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JG
was resplendent in rubber and metal … a fetishist's
dream, with plenty to occupy the mind as well as catch the
eye. Pleasing images are a large part of this scene, for both
top and bottom, and I hope that you, the reader, find that
the visual impact has been translated into the accompanying
photographs of the scene as it actually took place. |
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At
last, everything was ready in the 'funeral parlour' and I
was finished with my own preparations. I've already briefly
described the physical sensations involved, but there are
also the mental aspects and these really act to enhance the
whole experience. Too, there is the 'pampering' that goes
along with being prepared and become fully dressed as I like
to be, and that, for most males seldom happens.
Combining differing forms of covering
and restraint is one of my favourite ways of exploring the
world of sensation, and it was now time to squeeze myself
into the confines of the steel waist belt. This piece is about
5 cm wide and 5 mm thick and fits extremely tightly, over
the waist of the corset. Once locked in place then came the
chastity portion of the whole strict assembly. and this proved
somewhat more difficult than I'd thought would be the case,
(probably the beer) but eventually it too was locked in place.
Whew! What a wild set of sensations:
almost totally encased in rubber and a strict steel belt! |
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Bekah had helped me to become 'Mistress
Trisha' while JG got dressed and when we were finally
ready, she and I went downstairs to see how everything
was progressing. JG was being enclosed in the final
pieces of his magnificent equipment and it was pretty
obvious that his freedom of movement was already quite
limited, "But," I thought to myself, "it
was soon to become even more so!" I don't think
he was aware how much more it would be, at that point. |
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I
looked over at the opened casket, and oh man, what a sight!
To know without doubt that I would soon be laying there in
it, unable to escape was a pretty weird thought to have, but
I walked slowly over, then was helped to step into the narrow
and very definitely confining box. Laying down wasn't a problem,
and as a matter of fact, was a small but distinct relief from
the mild yet constant compression and limitation of the torso
corset and with it being connected to the neck corset I could
feel the restriction of movement in a variety of distinct
sensations. The connecting straps to the torso corset, snubbed
but not completely eliminated the movements of my head and
neck. An interesting feeling. |
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A pillow had been provided
and so I just lay back quietly while all of the adjustments
were made to the various bits and pieces, then a few moments
later, off we went with the picture taking. My part was pretty
easy, for I only had to lay there and attempt to struggle
a little while Mark did his thing, but then it was time to
close up the coffin and that was
something to experience! |
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Before this happened though,
I was to become fully isolated
from the outer world. Mistress Trisha brought over the respirator,
then helped fasten it over my face, ensuring that it was
secure and that an air tight seal had been made to my rubber
helmet. Oh wow! The doubled air supply hoses for the mask
are 3/8" in diameter and so supplied external room
air at just the correct volume
for each normal breath. However,
any attempt at heavy or rapid inhalation made me very distinctly
aware of the restricted air flow and that added even more
to the whole gamut of enclosure, isolation, and restraint.
Believe me, it's an incredible mixture of sensations and
one that can become addictive, after the initial fears are
overcome. One way valves in the respirator ensured that
the air supply through the hoses was fresh and not re-breathed.
These hoses were connected to a fitting at the head of the
casket.
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Exhaled air
is vented through discreet ports in the casket. These exhaust
ports are not standard fittings on a regular casket, for normally
caskets are designed to be both air and liquid tight. |
Mistress Trisha
next locked the heavy wrist shackles to my steel belt, then
it was time for a circuit check .... yep! When I felt the
tingling in all the good places, I knew the e-stim systems
were 'go' and that I'd have something to amuse myself with
while isolated within the casket. My excitement and feelings
of helplessness grew by the second while all of the remaionder
of the assorted fastenings were being completed. |
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JG
was great fun to watch, and I spent many moments simply observing
him in the open casket, before climbing up on the lid for
a more intimate perspective. Playing with the touch of his
outstretched, rubber-clad fingers, I gently teased his grasp
and watched while he tested the extent of movement permitted
by his close confinement. Being quite solid and immovable,
the padded sides of the casket didn't yield to any pressure
he tried to exert, but he had a limited capability of doing
this anyway, thanks to his heavy-duty steel wrist cuffs being
locked to rinngs at the sides of his chastity belt. In fetish
overload, I watched and dreamt from the top of the casket,
wondering at this incredible scene before me. |
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Fast forward to the week after our photo shoot ... |
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"So!
What did you do last weekend?" co-workers ask,
and our minds fizz happily when we find ourselves grinning
from ear to ear. |
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Do
we tell them? Would they believe us, even if we did?
This scene, like many we play, is so over the top, that
without the photos, many would just laugh and say, "No
one really does that!" |
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Little
do they know, and probably a good thing ... but we had
fun, and that's what counts. |
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Being completely encased in rubber, gas-masked,
gloved, booted, and restrained is a trip in itself, but then,
to have the lid closed and all light and evidence of the world
around me completely obliterated, with no chance of being
able to get out, added a whole new dimension to the scene.
I've played with sensory deprivation a lot
over the years and quite enjoyed the experiences, but during
those scenes, I've always had the ability to move as the urge
occurred, or the stimuli forced me to. This
was something quite different! Too, on previous occasions,
I'd always retained some slight ability to hear what was going
on around me, but being fully encased, wearing ear plugs in
combination with a thick rubber helmet, then sealed within
the insulated casket, I could hear nothing at all from the
world outside. I knew without doubt that there was no possible
way to free myself of the restraints or get out of the gas
mask, and that added a nice, scary edge to my awareness of
the situation I'd so willingly placed myself in. |
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At
times, I find it hard to believe it myself, but little things
like the hearse in my garage and my 400 lb bondage bed are
not-so-subtle reminders that the fetish interests I share
with my friends are rare and wonderful indeed. I often reflect
on the life I have and the friends gathered around, counting
myself as very blessed. |
After a long and enjoyable
time contemplating the casket laying on it's bier with only
the upper lid left to close, so delightfully framing the rubber-clad
and steel-restrained occupant inside, it was time to proceed
to the next level. With the interior infra-red
TV camera working, I could see my image in the monitor when
I began to close the lid. We all felt it was safe to proceed
and have JG experience the whole range of feelings and sensations
that would soon become foremost in his mind when the top was
sealed. |
In the photo below, the TV picture appears to have
been rotated, but this is a result of the camera being mounted
in the lid of the casket. Also, my blouse appears white
because the Infra-red light is reflecting from its black
satin.
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JG's
jutting, thickly rubber-gloved fingers were a token attempt
to prevent the upper lid from being fully closed, but when
they were dealt with, it was lowered and seated snugly onto
the casket itself. |
Although I
tried to move my fingers to prevent
the sealing of the lid, Mistress Trisha was having none of
it and pushed them back inside. |
The lid closed
those final centimetres and suddenly, it was utterly black
and silent. Oh my God! What a rush, and all I could do was
pull uselessly against the securely locked on wrist cuffs
and belt. There was no give and
no escape. |
Both
of the casket's lids are tightly and securely closed by means
of a draw-bar lock; this being engaged by means of a crank
handle, or 'casket key' as folks in the industry call it.
When the crank is turned, it simultaneously pulls both lids
down firmly against the rubber gasket, eliminating all light,
nearly all sound and the exit or entrance of any air whatsoever.
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kept turning the crank until I heard an echoing creak, telling
me that the two lids were now strongly compressing the gasket
around the casket's upper edge. Effectively, it was a totally
airtight box and so after checking the intake air intake hoses
once more, I was satisfied that JG was safe, but fully imprisoned
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On
the outside, we watched the closed circuit TV monitor and
listened via the microphone while JG tested the narrow and
restricting confines of the casket, surging against his own
restraints, inside. On the screen, we saw only subtle movements
of his struggling and knew for certain he was beginning to
get the full sense of his entrapment. |
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It was totally
black and utterly silent. There was no sense of anything happening;
I just existed. As mentioned previously, I had provided myself
with a means of amusement... the e-stim unit: an ErosTek,
ET-302R. I held the 'key fob' type controller for it in my
gloved hand, but was unable to see it of course what with
my wrists cuffed and locked to the waist belt of the chastity
belt, but in addition there was a total lack of light, and
I was unable to sit up to see where it was tucked under the
upper edge of the belt's crotch plate. This e-stim device
is a two channel machine and I'd arranged the contacts so
that the 'A' Channel went to the crotch, and the 'B' Channel
went to the breasts and nipples. Restrained as i was, I could
easily raise or lower the levels on the 'A' Channel, but doing
the same for the B channel was substantially more difficult,
requiring both sets of fingers. With my wrist cuffs being
fastened to opposite sides of my waist. It could be managed,
but was difficult and had to be done by feel alone. |
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CAUTIONARY
NOTE: Unless you fully
understand and accept the risks of playing with e-stim,
particularly above the waist, DON'T do it! There are
all sorts of medical issues and other reasons for this
prohibition. This Cautionary Note IS definitely a |
case
of 'Do what I say, not what I do.' , for I've played
with this area of e-stim for many years, understanding
and accepting the risks, HOWEVER, this does not mean
that others should play with it! As with all bondage
and stimulation gear, play safely, fully understand
all the ramifications of your actions, and play at your
own risk. (JG-Leathers) |
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In short order I was struggling
against the my restraints in reaction to the distracting and
intensifying stimuli, forced to concentrate my awareness on
the sensations and forget about my bondage and being entombed
within the sealed casket. Wow! What a trip! Thank God I'd
clipped the remote to the belt; otherwise the damned thing
would have fallen to the bottom of the casket and been completely
unreachable. Time didn't really exist in there, for, after
all, a coffin is designed for eternal rest, right? And so,
with no references, I just existed in a black, soundless void.
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Travis,
being the engineer and evilly inventive person he is, had
included a microphone, speakers, and a mini, infra-red TV
camera in the casket's lid so that the occupant could be kept
under constant observation, and if a safety signal was made,
he/she could quickly be released. Dreams of sugar plums of
what I might get to enjoy on a future voyage, confined in
the casket, flitted around the edges of my mind while I lay
there, then I began pressing the buttons of the remote again.
Ah well, the paths that a kinky mind treads for amusement
can be strange to the uninitiated, however, I continued with
my 'self-entertainment'. |
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Eventually, all good things must come
to an end, and far too soon the lid was opened then the crew
helped me out. It had been quite an experience, and one that
I hope is repeated soon! |
After
an all too brief voyage for us both, JG was released to make
way for another willing victim, but that, my friends, is another
story, for another day! |
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It
was a happy prelude to my Hallowe'en and seems appropriate
to show for this one just past. |
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