The Watcher (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --


In the end, my plan worked out perfectly. Oskar never realized Elena was inside the cafe while I was out there. We always had to hurry to get the switch done in time, but it was possible. And we got better at it every time.

On my third day as "watcher", about halfway during Oskar's training I'd say, I startled when someone suddenly shouted "Clara!" right next to me, loud enough to get through my hoods. I slowly turned to the right, until I recognized Yvonne's face in my tiny view. She grinned at me.

"So how did you end up in there?" she laughed. She knew, of course, Elena had told her about it. Although I suppose my sudden burst of altruism must have surprised her.
"Not too cold in there?" she joked.
"It's okay," I answered with some difficulty, "it's actually really cold if you're standing here all the time. I'm glad of these clothes."
"Don't tell me you're cold in all that," smiled Yvonne.
"Not really, but... it's not that warm, either."
"Shall I fetch your coat and put you into that as well?" Yvonne asked. It was a joke, I knew, but I answered it seriously anyway.
"That'd be a good idea."
Yvonne looked at me incredulously. "Really?" She laughed. "Why not? One second." And she was gone.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Was she really going to put me into my purple down jacket as well? I peered out of my hood and kept the door of the cafe in view. And indeed, Yvonne returned, carrying my jacket.
"Okay. Right arm first," she said. It was good that she gave instructions, because I couldn't see what she was doing. I could only see straight ahead.
"Left arm. Okay." She zipped the coat and put the hood up. With some effort she managed to close the collar, and pulled the hood tight. The fur inside its opening was squashed together, and now I couldn't see anything at all.
"There you go. Keep warm!" Yvonne laughed, and she ran off.

For some reason, being blind made me lose all sense of time. I just stood there in my warm cocoon until finally Elena opened my hoods.
"Why did you ask for another jacket?" she complained. Admittedly, that was a bit selfish of me. I hadn't thought about the fact that Elena had to be put into it as well now.
"I'm sorry," I said. "It was just a silly idea. It's only for this one time, though."

Later, however, when we were in the cafe, I realized there might be consequences to my actions when I overheard part of the conversation between Oskar and Elena.
"I saw Yvonne put you into another coat," Oskar said, "were you cold?"
"Um, a little, yes," Elena said.
"I'll order another coat for you today. I've found something that will do the job just fine. It will take some time to arrive though. Will you be fine meanwhile?"
"Oh yes, that won't be a problem. Thank you Oskar."

It was some weeks later, in December, when I got to see what Oskar had meant. That morning, Elena was wearing a dark blue down mantle from Parkasite. It came down right to the top of her Moonboots, and as I soon learned once I had her out of it, she was still wearing both other down jackets underneath. Of course, that meant it was me who would remain dressed like that for three hours every day...

But then it went wrong. It must have taken Elena too long to get me into the extra coat. She had just finished dressing me and disappeared from my limited view when -
"Oh!"
"Elena! What is this?" Oskar sounded really angry.
"I... I..."
"Who is this wearing your jackets?"
"It's Clara. She just wants to help me."
"You mean she has been standing here every day, all that time?"
"Yes, well, for a while, we..."
"Come here! We're going home! Right now!"
"Oskar! I'm sorry! It's just... please, wait..."
By that time I had managed to turn into their direction, just in time to see them walking off towards the parking lot. Oskar took big angry steps, Elena tried to keep up. She was still wearing my purple jacket. Me, I was of course trapped in Elena's clothes. Yvonne would only arrive in about two hours, and she might not realize something was wrong... And what would happen to Elena now?

I stood there, alone, brooding about what might happen.

---

Finally, Oskar and Elena were coming back. Since I was still turned towards the parking lot, I could see them approach. With trepidation I waited until they reached me. I saw Elena was still wearing my purple down jacket. The hood was up and tied so tight only her eyes were showing. I tried to make eye contact with her, but she stayed behind Oskar. I realized I couldn’t do that anyway, since my eyes were hidden way too deep in the hoods.

“Hello Clara,” Oskar said. He sounded calm and quite friendly. “Elena has explained me what has happened. It’s nice of you that you offered to take Elena’s place. I am disappointed in her for accepting your offer. Elena and I have talked about it, and she understands that I need to see her here.”
I struggled to make myself heard through my three hoods. “I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t want to cause any trouble between you and Elena, mister –“
“Please, call me Oskar. And I know you had only good intentions. If you want to, you can keep Elena company. I’d like to make you an offer, Clara. You come here every day like you’ve done for the last few weeks, and I’ll provide you with warm clothes just like Elena’s. Afterwards, you can keep those clothes. See it as a token of my gratitude for supporting me.”
“I’d like that, Oskar.”
“Excellent. I’ll see you tomorrow at 7 then. Let’s go to the cafe and I’ll help you out.”



-- on to part 3 --







Overview

The Watcher (part 1)

My name is Clara and I'd like to tell you about the rather extraordinary events that have happened to me this winter.

I had recently started as a waitress in the cafe at the local sports center. Usually I started around 11.30, because earlier it's not very busy there so my boss, Yvonne, can handle things alone. But on this particular day, I was quite a bit earlier. I'd planned something in the morning that ended up not working out, and since it was closer to work than home, I just went straight to work. As it turned out, the fact that I got there earlier was significant.

From the cafe I can see the athletics track. There was nothing special going on there; just a few people running rounds. The athletics track can be used freely, but of course on a cold, windy and slightly wet November day, as it was then, there weren't many people. Still, there were a couple of people running, but what drew my attention was a person who stood at the side, watching them. That was odd, considering it must have been quite dull, but I was even more fascinated by her clothes. The person standing there was dressed in red Moonboots, what appeared to be white nylon trousers, and a shiny black down jacket. The down jacket came down to her - I assumed she was female, because of her clothes - knees, and the hood was up and tied very tight. In front of her eyes a bunch of white fur was pulled closely together. Although it was hard to say for sure, as I only saw her from the side and at a distance, I guessed she couldn't see a lot.

Yvonne caught me staring out of the window. "Anything interesting out there?" she asked. I startled. I'm attracted to thick winter clothes and hoods, but I couldn't tell her that. So I just said I thought it was odd that someone would be standing there to watch people run rounds.

"Oh, that's Elena. She's here every day, but she's usually gone when you arrive. You see that guy running just past her now?"
I looked at the man, and my eyes widened. "That's - "
"Yeah," Yvonne nodded. "He trains here every day. Oskar wants to reach the finals of the 400 meter at the Olympics next summer. Elena is his wife. He says he can train better if she watches, and she doesn't have much else to do so she's here every day."
"She seems well prepared for the cold," I said.
"She is. Well, I imagine it's necessary, to stand there for such a long time. They start early, too. Oskar trains from 7.30 until 10.30 every day. Afterwards, he takes a shower and then they always have one drink here. But by 11.30, when you normally arrive, they're gone." She looked at her watch. "See, it's 10.30 just now. Oskar is going inside. That man is punctual."
"But Elena is staying right there," I said. The figure in the down jacket had not left her place.
"She always waits until he's finished, and then they come here together. I think she can't even get out of her clothes alone. She's heavily wrapped up, that one. Usually wears two down jackets and the hoods almost tied shut. And those mittens she wears are so thick, her hands are next to useless. I always see Oskar helping her out of her clothes."
Wow! Another down jacket underneath! And indeed, I couldn't see the mittens very well from where I stood, but they looked thick enough. I really wanted to see Elena up close. "Mind if I go talk to her for a moment?" I asked.
Yvonne gestured at the cafe, which was empty except for a single old man sitting at the bar. "Take as long as you want. I can manage the crowd here."

"Hi. I'm Clara," I said. But Elena was turned away from me, and there was no reaction. So I tapped her shoulder. The figure startled and turned towards me. She had to turn her entire body to face me. Even when she was standing right in front me, I couldn't see her eyes in there. Just a mass of fur, with a very narrow slit in between where I assumed she could see out. But her face was hidden in the darkness of the hood.
Myself, I was wearing my purple down coat, which was slightly longer than Elena's. I also had the hood up against the drizzle and the icy wind, but of course it was nowhere near as tight as hers.
"Hi. I'm Clara," I repeated.
"I'm Elena," came the reply out of the hood. The sound was muffled, barely understandable. Her voice sounded unsure and a bit afraid. She had no idea what I wanted of her. Frankly, neither did I.
So I just said: "I know. Yvonne told me about you and Oskar. Don't you want to go inside and wait for Oskar there?"
"No, it's okay, I'll wait here," Elena said.
"But I'd like to talk to you about something, and that's hard like this." Truth was, I was just blabbering something. I didn't know what I wanted to talk about with Elena. I just wanted to see the down jacket underneath. I figured helping her out of her clothes would give me the best opportunity to see just how she was dressed.
"Um. Okay," came Elena's hesitant reply. "But you'll have to help me with my clothes. Normally Oskar does that."
"No problem," I said. "So shall we go inside?"
"Um. Can you untie the drawstring around my knees first? I can't walk like this."
I looked down and indeed, her knees were essentially tied together by the drawstring at the bottom of her jacket. Combined with the Moonboots, walking was indeed almost impossible. I managed to untie the strings and Elena and I went to the cafe.

I first untied Elena's black hood. Underneath it turned out she was wearing a light blue down jacket. Its hood was tied almost as tight as the other one, but at least now I could see her eyes. I helped Elena out of her outer jacket. The huge black mittens she was wearing came almost to her elbows. They went over the sleeves of the inner jacket. They were secured with a zipper and a drawstring. It took me a couple of minutes to get her out of them. Now she was free to remove her second jacket. Underneath she wore a grey sweatshirt with the hood up. Only after she had untied this hood could I see her long blonde hair. I now also noticed the white pants she was wearing were ski pants.

I offered Elena a drink and went to sit with her at a table.
"You are quite well protected against the cold," I said.
"Yes. Oskar wants me to be here every day when he runs. In nice weather this was not a problem for me. I don't mind being here, I still love to see him run. But it was the cold that was getting me. So I said, I'll come and look if you can find a way to keep me warm. So he bought these clothes for me, and he dresses me like this, and he says: 'Now I'm sure you won't be cold.' And he's right."
"But why couldn't you just sit in here to watch him?"
"I'd like to, but Oskar wants to see me. He says I'm his motivation. Seeing me makes him keep at his training every day."
"See you? He can't see anything of you in those clothes!"
Elena smiled. "I guess it is the idea that counts."
"Well, I could be out there in your place, and he would never know," I blurted out.
"You could, but why would you?"
Why had I said that? Well, because it's what I wanted, of course. But how could I explain that? I quickly made something up. "If you're in here instead of out there, and you order a couple of drinks, we make more money."
"It's nice of you to offer this. But it's not possible. Oskar wraps me up like this every morning before we leave home. And he unwraps me right here, in the cafe. How would you fool him then?"
"We could switch while he is showering. Does he change here in the morning as well?"
"Yes... I guess it's possible to do as you say."
"Let's try it tomorrow," I said.

The next morning I arrived at 7 am. I let myself into the cafe - it wasn't open yet, so Yvonne wasn't there, but I had a spare key. Then I waited for Oskar and Elena. They arrived at 7.10. Oskar put Elena at her usual place, and tied the drawstring around her knees. Then he went to the changing rooms. I quickly ran outside towards Elena. I untied the black jacket as fast as I could and helped her out of the mittens. Then Elena took off the other coat while I got out of my purple one. We switched them and put each other's jackets on. Then Elena did the rest. She tied the hood of the light blue jacket, put me into the mittens and then into the black jacket. She tied the hood extremely tight and now I got to experience it from inside. I could barely see something between the fur, but it was almost nothing. Finally she tied my knees together. "Are you fine in there?" "Yes," I mumbled, "just hurry inside now."

Then Elena was gone from my view. I turned towards the athletics track and waited for Oskar. I realized I was helpless now. It would be more than three hours before Elena could come and help me out of this again...


-- on to part 2 --







Overview

The long silence...

A short update about this blog -

I realize I haven't been posting much lately. Thing is, my fetish is focussed on the winter. When it's warm outside, it is not as active. So I don't feel like writing much.

However, as the days are growing shorter and colder again, I'm getting new inspiration. So hopefully I'll be able to produce somewhat more regular content here.

If anyone has ideas for stories, feel free to post here or email me. I can't make promises though - but anything that helps me think of new stories should be good. I don't know if many people read this at all, so if you do, it would be nice if you left a message. It's always good to know if someone enjoys this.

Cheers,
Kuomu



Overview

Experiment 91 (part 5)

-- read part 1 here --
-- read part 2 here --
-- read part 3 here --
-- read part 4 here --

"Sophie, wait here please. I'll first get Tanika dressed." Linda and Tanika left the room. Twenty minutes later, they returned, and now Tanika was dressed exactly like Sophie, except she was wearing the purple set of clothes: Moonboots, down pants, down jacket and mittens. There were two differences though. One of them, Sophie knew nothing about, because it was hidden under the clothes. The other thing she noticed immediately.

"Why does your head look so big?" Sophie asked in surprise.

"Because there's an extra hood underneath," Linda answered. "And here's another one for you." She showed Sophie a black down hood, then went behind her and unzipped the hood of the red jacket. Once it was off, she pulled the black hood over Sophie's head. It had an opening around the eyes and small breathing holes under her nose. It also had a rubber bulb on the inside, which Linda put in Sophie's mouth without explanation. The hood had an integrated collar which was tightenened around the neck, securing everything in place.

"Hew! Whaaw iff thiff thin in y outh?" Sophie blabbered. Linda didn't bother replying. She attached a pump to a valve in front of Sophie's mouth and pumped the gag up until Sophie couldn't make a sound anymore. Then she attached the pump to the bottom of the hood and started pumping up the whole hood. After a while, Sophie's head was a smooth nylon black ball, with just an opening around the eyes. Linda pulled the red hood over it, and managed to slowly pull the zipper in the back over the pumped up hood, so that the red hood was now stretched over the black one. Then she sat down behind her computer and was busy for a minute.

"Can you hear me?" Linda suddenly asked. Sophie was surprised by the question at first; of course she could. Then she realized that, although she had seen Linda's lips move, the sound had come from inside the hood. "Just nod if you can understand me," Linda said. Sophie nodded a little, although she couldn't move her head much because of the pumped up hood.

"Good. As you may have noticed, your hood has sound absorbers worked into it, which, combined with its thickness, make you essentially deaf. There is an audio system built in that allows us to communicate with you. Of course you have also noticed that you can't speak. Tanika's hood, while it looks the same from the outside, is actually different, as it doesn't have a gag or sound absorbers, so she can hear and speak almost normally. Inside her hood is a microphone, which transmits everything she says to me and to you. This is the setup for our first social experiment. Essentially, you, Sophie, will be dependant on Tanika to be your mouth and ears. You will have to trust her completely. You will both have to complete a task. You should know that if you don't complete it succesfully, there will be a penalty for both of you. What the task is, and what the penalty is, you won't know. I'll tell Tanika but she's not allowed to tell you, because this is an exercise in trust."

There was nothing to do for Sophie while she waited, while apparently Tanika received instructions. Eventually Tanika took Sophie's mittened hand into her own and led her outside. They went on a bus and sat down next to each other. They must look quite the pair, Sophie though, especially with the inflated hoods making their heads look so large. She wondered how Tanika felt about the situation.

Well, Tanika was thrilled, of course. This was her dream come true. She had just signed a contract that would force her to wear thick down clothes all the time. And her friend Sophie had to do the same. Before Sophie had arrived at the institute, Linda had dressed her in the same clothes Sophie had been wearing the past month. However, hidden underneath was something Sophie didn't know about, and which was part of Tanika's contract. She had to wear a chastity belt during the experiments. This was necessary because her climaxes could influence the experiment. Also, as Linda explained, it would make things more bearable for her - while she was aroused, she would enjoy her down clothes, but if she climaxed too often she'd want out.

Soon the two girls arrived in the city center and Tanika guided Sophie to a big outdoor shop. Sophie had a suspicion about the purpose of their trip. They entered and went straight to the first floor, where the gear for alpinism and extreme conditions was kept. Holding Sophie's hand, Tanika went to the counter. The young girl there looked in amazement at the two identically dressed figures approaching her.

"Hi, we've come to pick up the two Himalayan suits the research center ordered last week," Tanika said. "Oh, er, yes, I'll go get them for you," the girl said, and quickly went off. Moments later she returned with the suits: one red with black, the other yellow with black. "Everything's been paid already," the girl smiled, "so I'll just wrap them up for you and you can take them with you." "Actually, we'll wear them right away. Could you just assist us in putting them on please?" Sophie was shocked, and apparently so was the girl. "Wear them? But these are suits for alpine conditions. You'll be way too hot if you wear them here," she protested. "Don't worry about that, it's supposed to be warm. We'll wear the suits on top of this layer. Just help us put them on, please."

"Okay then. So which one do you want?" "Put Sophie in the yellow suit first," Tanika indicated. The girl opened the suit and walked up to Sophie. "I'll best take off your Moonboots first," she said, but Sophie couldn't hear it of course, so she made no move to help her. "Lift your foot, Sophie," Tanika said. Sophie obeyed and lifted one foot so the girl could take off one of her Moonboots, then lifted the other one. Then the girl helped her into the Himalayan suit. "Zip it up completely, put the hood up and tie it tight please." The astonished girl did as she was told, then helped Sophie back into her Moonboots. In the end only her red Moonboots and mittens were visible sticking out of the big yellow suit.

"Are you sure you want to go out like this?" she asked Sophie, who of course could neither hear her nor talk. "That's okay," said Tanika, "my friend likes to be kept warm all the time. She hates the cold, you see." Tanika wasn't allowed to mention the experiment. "Oh. And what about you then?" asked the girl. "I just dress the same as her out of solidarity. She's shy about being dressed so excessively, and it helps her if I do the same," Tanika lied easily. The girl was impressed. "That seems like a pretty big sacrifice to make." "It's okay. Sophie is my best friend, after all."

Next the girl helped Tanika, until she looked like a mirror image of Sophie again, except in a red suit rather than yellow, and with purple mittens and Moonboots. Meanwhile though, Sophie was getting way too hot in the suit. And she was embarassed about Tanika telling the girl it was her idea to dress like this. So she started tampering with her hood, and despite the mittens she managed to unzip the suit far enough to push the hood down.

"See, I told you this suit was really warm," the shop assistant said. "Should I take off your hood as well?" "No, that's okay. Please put Sophie's hood up again, she only took it down because we're inside." "Really? I think she's just too hot. Should I put up your hood again?" she asked Sophie. And although Sophie couldn't hear the girl, she understood what was intended, and shook her head as much as she could. But we were told to, Tanika wanted to say. We had strict guidelines on how we had to be dressed. We will be punished now... But did she really mind the punishment?

"It's okay, Sophie doesn't want to wear the hood. We'll be leaving now. Thank you for your help."

And so they left the store. Sophie had no idea that her not wearing the hood would be cause for punishment for both of them. Tanika knew... and eagerly looked forward to it.

Overview

Experiment 91 (part 4)

-- read part 1 here --
-- read part 2 here --
-- read part 3 here --



Several weeks into experiment 91, Sophie started to long for a day of freedom. Since Tanika appeared to like Sophie's clothes, Sophie offered Tanika to take her place for a day. She told Tanika the research institute wouldn't mind that, because she expected Tanika would refuse if she thought they might get in trouble. Tanika accepted, and Sophie got to enjoy her day of freedom. But Tanika enjoyed her day even more.

What Sophie didn't know, was that Tanika got turned on by the thick down clothes. She had spent so much time with Sophie since the start of the experiment because she loved the way her friend had to dress. And when Sophie offered her the chance to try those clothes on, she immediately accepted. That day, she had more orgasms than any other day in her previous life. It was pure bliss, and she regretted when the next morning she had to hand the clothes back to Sophie. Of course, the irony of this was that Sophie didn't really want them back, either. But Tanika couldn't bring herself to admit her fetish to Sophie.

In the next couple of days, Tanika really longed to wear Sophie's clothes again, but she couldn't find an excuse to ask her. Then she had another idea. She made an appointment with Linda and asked her if she could become another test subject for experiment 91. Linda was surprised and even a bit suspicious.

"So you want to wear the same clothes as Sophie. Why?"
"Well, I wore them for a day, and uh, I kinda liked those clothes. So I thought, I could do this experiment too."
"You wore them for a day?"
"Yes, I took Sophie's place for one day. Sophie said that would be okay for you."
"Did she now," Linda said ominously.
"It wasn't?" asked Tanika.
"No, it's not okay. But never mind, that's between me and her. So you liked wearing those down clothes, despite their restrictions and how warm you must have been?"
Tanika blushed. "Uh, yes, I... didn't mind that."
"You didn't mind it, or you liked it?" Linda looked at Tanika steadily, not unfriendly but with professional curiosity.
"I... well, it aroused me," Tanika admitted.
Linda remained calm and friendly, but her mind was racing. This opened up a lot of possibilities for her experiment. "That's okay, Tanika," she said, "it's nothing to be a ashamed of. You'll be accepted as another test subject for experiment 91. I'll need some more information about how it affects you sexually though. But we can discuss that another time. How about next Monday? We can go a little more in depth then, and then you can sign your contract. I'll also have Sophie come over so we can discuss the future of the experiment."
"Monday is fine. But there's one thing. Sophie doesn't know about my... fetish. I don't really want to tell her."
"That's no problem. If you can keep it secret from her, we won't tell her either. So let's meet at 2 pm on Monday. I'll invite Sophie at 3 pm, so we can first discuss your fetish in private. You don't need to tell her about our deal yet. We'll tell her Monday."

Tanika left, and Linda leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. Experiment 91 was showing very promising results so far, and she had received additional funding. She had been asked to extend the experiment if possible. And now she had an additional test subject. This was looking good... If she played her cards well, she could get a lot out of this situation.

---

Monday, 3 pm. Sophie was sitting in a waiting room in front of Linda's office. She was, of course, dressed in her down clothes from head to toe. This time it was the red "uniform". She had no idea why she had to come - Linda hadn't told her on the phone. Tanika wasn't with her. She had an appointment, she'd said, but she had been vague on the subject.

When the door opened and Sophie was invited into Linda's office, she was surprised to see Tanika sitting there. "Sit," Linda said curtly, pointing at the chair next to Tanika, and took her own chair on the other side of the desk. Surprised about Linda's tone, Sophie sat down. Linda wasted no time.

"You have been pulling quite a scam. I think I made it clear that you had to wear these clothes EVERY DAY for five months. That is YOU, Sophie, not somebody else, like Tanika here. This jeopardises my entire experiment. It makes the results worthless. What do you have to say to that?"
"I... I'm sorry," sputtered Sophie.
"You're sorry? I bet you are. This is a clear breach of contract. You'll have to pay the institute 1500 euro."
"But... you know I don't have that money. I've been jobless for a year." Sophie was close to tears.
"Maybe you should've thought about that earlier then?" Linda said mercilessly. She leaned back in her chair and paused. Then she said, in a slightly more friendly voice: "You're lucky though. You have a way out of this. The institute has asked me to prolong the experiment. If you sign up for another year, you won't have to pay. You'll even receive the same 1500 euro as a payment - which means your payment is lower of course, since we're talking about a total of 17 months instead of the original five, but considering your situation, I wouldn't complain if I were you."
"A year," gasped Sophie, "but surely you don't mean, with these clothes? I mean, in summer?"
"No. Your clothing would vary depending on the weather and the situation we want to put you in."
Sophie relaxed. At least they would take the weather in account. "What do you mean with 'the situation we want to put you in'?"
"So far, the experiment has shown positive results for your physical health. Now we want to do additional social and psychological experiments to determine the consequences of wearing warm clothing in these areas. So your new contract would state that you will cooperate with these."
"Oh." Sophie didn't know what to say to that. She didn't really know what Linda had in mind. But before she could think about it too much or ask for clarification, Linda changed the subject.

"I have some good news for you too. Your friend Tanika has agreed to sign up as another test subject. So you won't be alone."
Sophie looked at Tanika in surprise. This was a bit complicated because she had to turn her entire body to do so.
"Really?" she asked incredulously. Tanika nodded.
"This is the new contract," Linda said as Sophie directed her attention - and the direction of her body - back to her. "It will override the old contract. It states the new conditions I've just outlined, including the fact that you subject yourself to any social, psychological or physical experiments to determine the impact of your dressing style. Also, for obvious reasons I've seen the need to add another clause regarding breach of contract." She looked sternly at Sophie. "It says the contract is automatically prolonged for another year whenever you break it. Of course, I assume it won't come to that, but you haven't shown yourself to be very trustworthy, so I had to add that."
Sophie blushed under her hood at this reprimand. She took the pen and considered for a moment, but what choice did she have? She didn't have the money. And at least Tanika was in the same boat. The fact that she had someone to share the experience with, lifted her mood.
She signed the contract.

Of course, she had no idea that Tanika's situation wasn't exactly the same. Already, Tanika was eagerly anticipating the new start of the experiment. The contract Tanika had signed differred slightly from Sophie's, too. Because Tanika was sexually stimulated by her clothes, Linda had said, the institute would need to make sure that she couldn't climax too early. Therefore the contract stated that she allowed the institute to control the state of her stimulation in any way they deemed necessary. In return, Tanika was allowed to participate in the setup of the various experiments, both her own and Sophie's.

"All right. Let's get started," Linda said.
"Now?" asked Sophie.
"Why waste time, right?" quipped Tanika.


-- on to part 5 --







Overview

About me

In this post, I will briefly introduce myself. I'll be pretty open here, because part of why I started this blog is to get in contact with people who share my fetish. I'll get to that later.

First off: my age, sex and location: I am a 28 year old male who lives in Belgium.

Sexual orientation: this is complicated. I'm not attracted to men. Whether I am attracted to women is harder to tell for sure. My sexual dreams definitely involve women, but I don't get aroused just by beautiful/naked/sexy women - only in combination with my fetish. So I actually think I am asexual. I only get turned on by my fetishes.

Fetishes: I won't go into detail here. Read my stories and you know what I'm attracted to.

Dominant/submissive: I am submissive. Many of my stories involve dominance. I fantasize about being the one that is kept under control in those stories.

My dream: I would love to have a dominant person control me for a while. This person can be male or female; a woman would be preferable but it doesn't matter too much. I'm not really looking for sex. I just want someone to force me to live out my fetishes for a few days.

Another thing I'd like to experience is bondage. Probably in combination with down jackets etc, but it's not even really necessary. I get turned on by bondage scenes even when they don't involve thick clothes, although it's still secondary to my fetishes. I have hardly any experience in this area. I've done a little light selfbondage but that's it.

Other than that, I'm open for a lot of things. Rubber, for example, is something I've never experienced, but I've read and seen a lot of it online and it looks interesting. I wouldn't mind trying that at some point.

So now you know a lot about me. I hope I can get something out of this. If you are at all interested in any of this, write me a message. You can post here or email me at i_like_to_wear_hoods at hotmail dot com.

Kuomu

Overview

Raissa's Quest (part 3)

-- read part 1 here --
-- read part 2 here --

Behind the gate appeared a young woman who was dressed almost as bizarre as Raissa. She was wearing a classic black and white maid's uniform, but it was so shiny it almost had to be made entirely out of some sort of rubber. Also, even through her thick hoods Raissa could hear the clanking sound of metal. The woman's hand and feet were chained, and between both sets of cuffs was a connecting chain. If she wanted to walk straight, she had to keep her hands together as low as she could to allow enough slack in the feet chain. Conversely, when she reached her hands up to unattach Raissa's leash from the gate and open it, she had to keep her feet together to allow her hands to move high enough.

The girl opened the gate and pulled Raissa's leash to urge her forward. Then she closed it again and led Raissa towards the house. All this time the unknown girl remained silent, which was understandable since she had a big black ball gag strapped in her mouth. Slowly the odd pair made their way to the front door, and then through a hall into a side chamber. The room contained a table and some chairs, but Raissa wasn't offered one. Instead the girl attached her leash to a hook in the wall before leaving the room. Then the girl took the drawstrings of Raissa’s hood and pulled them tight, closing Raissa’s hood completely.

There was nothing Raissa could do about the situation. She just had to stand there and wait. Distantly she heard noise somewhere in the building - music and talking? Was she at some kind of party?

She heard the door open. She breathed heavily and quickly inside the down hood, fearful of what would come. The leash was unhooked and she was led somewhere. She now distinctly heard the noise of many people in one room. A door was opened, and Raissa knew she was now in the room with all the people. For a moment, all the talking stopped, and then resumed. Although Raissa couldn’t hear much of the conversation, she knew everyone was now looking at her and commenting. Although she was invisible under her hood, she blushed in humiliation. She wanted to run away, but what could she do, blind and dressed as she was?

Again she was led forward, and then her back was placed against a surface. Someone pulled at her legs, indicating that she had to spread them. Then she felt rope being tied around them and they were pulled towards the surface behind her. More rope was tied above and below her breasts, and she realized she was standing against some kind of pillar and she was being tied to it. Raissa’s legs and body were immobile now, only her arms were still free, but they were up next. Raissa’s hands were pulled forward and turned with the palms up – well, the palms of the Glosssuit’s attached mittens, of course. Handcuffs were locked around her wrists. The handcuffs were connected with a bar, keeping her hands about 30 centimeters apart. A similar set of cuffs was attached around her elbows, so she could no longer bend her arms. A final spreader bar was attached between the bar keeping her hands apart and a belt that was attached around her hips. Although Raissa couldn’t see the way she was restricted, the end result was clear: she was forced to keep her arms stretched forward.

And moments laters it became clear why, as a tray was placed on her lower arms and hands. She could hear the tinkling of glasses and the talking of people approaching her and walking away again, and she realized she had been turned into an absurd version of a waitress.

The evening dragged by. Every now and then, the tray in her hands and the bar between her hands and her body were removed, allowing her arms to hang down in front of her. But every time they were placed in the same position after a while. Twice someone untied her outer hood and looked at her face; the first one was a man with a grey beard, dressed in a suit. He just looked at her eyes, the sweaty bit of her face inside the tightly tied orange hood that was visible inside the Glossuit's hood, and the straps of the gag around her nose. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her for a while and then shut the hood again.

The second time it was a woman in a tight black dress and elbow-length gloves. She smiled coolly at Raissa.

“Look at this little down slut,” she said. “Are you warm enough in there? I see you’re wearing another down jacket under your suit. That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to get cold.” She reached into the hood opening and brushed the bridge of Raissa’s nose with one gloved finger. “I think it’s time you get to move around a bit. Would you like to be untied?” Raissa made what little sound she could past her gag and hoods. “I don’t know if that was a yes or a no, but I’ll decide it was a yes.”

The woman tied Raissa’s hood shut again. Moments later Raissa felt her bonds being removed. Then she was led up a couple of stairs, apparently on some kind of platform. The people in the room became quiet. Then Raissa heard the voice of the woman with the black gloves. “Dear guests, thank you all for coming here tonight. I hope you’re having a good time. Our little down slut here, who has so nicely and quietly provided us with drinks tonight, will provide a little entertainment before she leaves. May I ask you all to move to the sides of the room and clear the middle?” There was the noise of movement and talking, then quiet again. “Thank you. Now, down slut.” Raissa’s outer hood was opened again. Raissa caught a glimpse of the room and the people in it, but the woman blocked most of her vision. She was holding up a white ping-pong ball. “I will throw this ball somewhere in the room. You will be free to leave as soon as you have found it.” Then the woman closed Raissa’s hood again, and helped her descend the steps of the platform.

“There you go. Find the ball and you can go home,” the woman said. For a moment, Raissa didn’t know what to do. Then she carefully went down on her knees and started crawling around the room, blindly groping with her mittened hands and hoping she would feel the light ball. The people were cheering and shouting advice, but whether they were helping her or leading her astray, Raissa didn’t know. Of course, it was entirely possible that they would move the ball if she came too close. But the crowd had fun. From the cheering she knew when she was close, but several times she apparently knocked the ball away instead of grabbing it. Eventually, they cheered loudly when she got the ball and stood up again.

After that, she was led out. Still blind, she knew from the sound of her Moonboots on gravel that she was outside. She heard the gate open and she was led through. Then her leash was removed and her hood was opened again. Raissa saw the rubber-clad, hobbled and ball-gagged maid close the gate and return towards the house.

Raissa made her way back to the bus stop, but judging from the lack of traffic, it was night already, so there would be no bus. Slowly, she started the long walk back to Francesca’s house, hoping Francesca would be free.

EPILOGUE

It had been near morning when Raissa had finally reached Francesca's house. Fran had been free. She said someone had removed the chains and let her out of the sleeping bag. A man had told her to wait for her friend Raissa, who was outside in her other Glosssuit. Then he had unlocked the Glosssuit. By the time she got it off, he was gone.

Now it was two weeks after Raissa’s fateful quest. Raissa was at Francesca’s place while Fran was having one of her ‘sessions’ again, tied up in her Glosssuit. She’d had no time for dinner so she went down in the basement, where the freezer stood, to look for a pizza. The basement was mostly dark. Only a single weak lightbulb at the roof illuminated it. Then something attracted her attention. In a corner of the basement lay a blanket, and a small bit of black nylon stuck out under it. It triggered something in Raissa’s mind. Frowning, she stared at it, wondering what it made her think of. Then she had a vivid memory of a person in a black down jacket in a badly lit room. She pulled the blanket away.

A black down jacket. A black balaclava. Black gloves.

And something even more remarkable: an inflatable doll, with a dictaphone taped to its head. Raissa pressed the play button and heard struggling noises and the sound of someone trying to speak while gagged. The truth dawned on her. The person in the black jacket was Francesca. She hadn’t been inside the bag – the doll had been there.

Raissa rushed upstairs to confront Francesca. Francesca, who lay there tied up in the Glosssuit…. She stopped. Wasn’t Francesca entirely at her mercy already? Couldn’t Raissa do what she wanted to her?

Raissa smiled, but it was a grim and humorless smile. It was time for Raissa’s Revenge.

Overview