Joan’s Tape Hood by Voculus
Daphne led Joan back into her walk-in closet, where she could use the mirror to aid her in her latest “experiment”. Joan heard Daphne open a drawer, and set several items on a table or shelf. Soon after, Daphne’s fingers were in her hair, pulling it back, and off her neck. Next, she felt something under her chin, being wrapped around the top of her head. This must be some kind of tape. She did say it would be “sticky”, after all. Oh wow, thought Joan. Daphne was going to mummify her head in tape! How much would she use? Where would she stop? And how would she get out of it, when it was completely stuck to her skin and hair?
“Daphne, what is this?”
“This, my dear, is PVC tape. or electrical tape, if you like.”
“Oh my…”
“Don’t worry, Joan. I have a lot - I mean - I have some experience with this. I know how to get just snug enough, but not too tight.” :)
“Lucky me! But I thought… I mean, weren’t you going to put a hood on me?”
“Oh, but I am, my blind beauty. This hood is perfectly contoured to the shape of your face. There are no clasps, or zippers, or drawstrings. It’s semi-permanent, in a way. The only way out, if for me to cut you out of it. Exhilarating, isn’t it?” :)
“Mmm! I think I’m going to like this.” :)
Daphne grabbed Joan by the shoulders, and turned her around. She ran her fingers along the smooth tape cocoon around Joan’s head. “I think I’m missing something, Joan.”
“Missing what?”
“I want to seal your pretty lips up with some more tape. Would that be okay? Will you let me do that?”
Joan smiled. “Yes…”
Joan began to wonder how often Daphne had done this, and to whom. Daphne unrolled yet more tape around Joan’s head, sealing her lips shut, and adding more beneath her chin. Joan tried to open her mouth, even a little, but to no avail. For now, her mouth was as perfectly sealed over as her eyes. The firm but tolerable pressure encasing her head was more then just a fun fascination. It was becoming pleasurable. She felt Daphne smooth out the newly-applied tape, before grabbing her hand, and leading her out a little way, into the bedroom.
Daphne stood back, and watched this sexy blind woman, with her face covered in tape, try to make her way across the room. Just a few short months ago, she had taught her how to navigate with a white cane, but she had no such luxury, right now. The faceless, hooded woman felt blindly in front of her, as her former instructor snapped photo after photo.
Joan steps slowly and carefully across the open floor of Daphne’s bedroom. Her instructor/photographer made sure there were no obstacles for the tape-hooded blind girl to stumble on.
“Joan, I’m a little afraid to ask this… I would like to know if you would let me do something more… extreme. And please, feel free to say no. Or shake your head no, that is.”
“Hmmf hf iff?”
“Well, I was wondering… Can you hold your breath for a bit? For maybe twenty seconds at a time? You’d only have to do it a few times. You see, I would like to cover up your nose. But like I said, it would only be for a little bit! I know I said I have some experience with this. What I should have said, is that I have a lot of experience. I want you to know that you can trust me. But you don’t have to. I just wanted to ask.”
Daphne’s appetite for all manner of head bondage seemed insatiable. If it were anyone else - anyone - the answer would be an automatic no. But Daphne was different. She knew what she was doing. Furthermore, she was the one who taught her how to “see” with a cane. How to navigate as a blind woman. She also was single-handedly responsible for restarting her modeling career, which was already paying off very well. She had done so much for her, that she decided she would do this in return, no matter how anxious it made her. And so Joan nodded slowly, indicating to Daphne that she would indulge her wish.
“Oh thank you Joan! Thank you so much! Okay, stay here, and I’ll be just a minute.” :)
“Okay Joan, I just want to do a little test, to make sure you can handle it, and that I can let you breathe again quickly. Are you ready?”
Joan nodded, and took in a deep breath. With a small piece of tape, Daphne sealed up Joan’s nostrils, completely encasing her head in PVC tape. There was no facial feature uncovered. Her entire head was one made of tape. She had been almost transformed into a mannequin of sorts. She couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t even breathe. Daphne ran her fingers along Joan’s tape-covered face. She was utterly enraptured at the sight of this cute blind girl, who was letting her live out her most intense, yet rarely played out fantasy. She wanted to tell Joan how beautiful she looked now, but found herself speechless. Before she knew it, Joan was giving her the signal that she wanted to breathe. Daphne quickly peeled the tape covering her nose, and watched her nostrils flare as she took in several deep breaths.
“How are you doing, Joan? Is this too much?”
Joan was at once taken aback by the intensity of the experience, and also how much she was enjoying it. She never knew about this side of her. Or maybe she did. Perhaps it was the context of the situation. This was no longer a by-the-numbers photoshoot. It was a very personal connection with someone she trusted very much. It was - amazing! She couldn’t smile beneath the many layers of tape, but she made the effort. She then shook her head no - this was not too much. She was ready to be Daphne’s faceless, breathless muse.
Again, Joan poses for Daphne, with her head completely sealed up in tape.
Daphne getting near the end of her photoshoot, and Joan, putting up with the breathplay like a trooper!
“Okay Joan, this is the last one, I promise. Then we’ll get you out of that cocoon!”
“Joan, I’m so proud of you! I wish I could tell you how happy you’ve made me. You made my year!”
“Phwew! That was… that was… I want to say intense, but that doesn’t begin to describe it.”
“Would you say it was erotic?”
“Yes. Yes I would.”
“Joan, I have to tell you something.”
“Daphne, wait. I know. But I don’t… I don’t think I can give you what you want.”
“I know, Joan. I know. I’m sorry for being so forward with you.”
“Daphne, you don’t have anything to apologize for. But listen… if you want a kiss goodnight, I won’t stop you.”
“Oh, Joan…”
Ever the class act, and aware she and Joan have both been drinking, Daphne respects her models wishes, and doesn’t wish to be pushy. She gives her tape-wrapped muse a sweet kiss on her forehead.