Iīm (again) not quiet sure what this is about, but Iīll tell my opinion anyway. Well, okay. I tell you a poem which aroused my intrest in some certain devices and how to play with the senses of my "victims". Cause theý only got two senses left. Not just only removing sight, but taste and hearing, too. All thatīs left is touchīn smell. I found it in a paperback with
Illustrations by "Bishop". [wow]


Heaven is a helmet

by "Nob"

Pull the laces harder master,
Make my helmet tight.
Itīs so sexy when Iīm cut off
From both sound and sight.

Once Iīm snug inside my helmet
All my senses spin-
My attentionīs focused solely
On my tender skin.

I canīt tell just how youīll touch me-
Hard or soft or lazy;
All I know is that I love it
When you drive me crazy!

Fix my bondage so Iīm fully
Under your control:
Tease my helpless body sweetly_
Tantalize my soul!

Finally, Master, when your finished,
Donīt just leave me tied:
Put it to me hot and heavy-
Leave me satisfied!



The first two paragraphs contain the key to a higher room of play fer me. After reading that I couldnīt stop thinkin about it. One time I had a partner which enjoyed breath play and we started tryin out different ways of almost complet sensor deprivation. Wow. And I often used earplugs and additional insulation plus, of course, blindfolds. Smoke from herbs ( no drugs ) and other scentsources helps to create a whole new world for the passiv player. An old stone and wet dust outa old basement can create
a real dungeon atmosphere in a cozy livingroom if you can only smell. Is that what you had in mind, Gwen?