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.

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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

Raissa's Quest (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --



"What do you want from me?" Raissa asked, her voice shaking with fear.

"Well, I have a little task for you. A quest, you could say." The metallic voice giggled.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then who knows how long you and Francesca will stay captured? I don't think you'll get out of your clothes easily now, do you? But there's more. While I was there, I've connected some little electronics to the thermostat in Francesca's house. I can now control it from where I am. I'm sure Francesca is warm enough in her closed down suit and sleeping bag right now. But at least the heating is off. I do wonder how she would feel if I turned it to the maximum though!"

"You can't do that! That's torture!" Raissa gasped.

The voice laughed again. "I'll give you one out of two there. I agree it's torture. But you're most certainly wrong about the other part. So, do I have your cooperation?"

"Just tell me what you want."

The voice directed her to a table where a map of the city and a bus ticket were placed. On the map a route was drawn towards a nearby bus station, the bus line she had to take, where she had to get off and where she had to go after that. Raissa pleaded with the voice - surely he couldn't mean for her to go outside like this, in public? But the voice became serious now, and threatened to turn up the heating if she didn't go on her way right now. And so it was that moments later, Raissa closed Francesca's door behind her and was on her way, on her unknown quest to free Francesca.

Raissa walked clumsily in her thick clothes and oversized Moonboots. Because the suit had attached feet, the Moonboots were several sizes too big. She wasn't used to wearing such huge shoes, and a couple of times she almost tripped. Raissa discovered she had to keep her feet well apart to make sure the Moonboots didn't touch, making her steps awkward. It was still quite early in the evening, so the streets weren't empty, and she felt very embarassed by the stares of other people. She steeled herself and told herself she did it all for Francesca. Whenever she felt like turning around and fleeing back towards the house, she thought of Francesca, chained up in a down suit without openings and a heavy sleeping bag. This way she managed to make it to the bus stop.

The bus ride was worse though. The bus was half full, and when Raissa sat down she heard the young couple behind her whisper and laugh. She tried to look out of the window to not have to see the people looking at her, but she was confronted with her own reflection and turned away again. Meanwhile she could feel sweat running over her back and her face. She was so hot already - she had no idea how Fran could stand this,  and even enjoy it.

Eventually she got to the stop that was marked on the map, and walked through another street as she had been directed. She was quite far from the city center now, in an area with large houses surrounded by spacious gardens. Everything was quiet, the streets were deserted - except... A figure in a bulky black down coat approached Raissa. Under the hood, a black balaclava with only a slit for the eyes was visible. But even the eyes were hidden by a sort of veil. 

Raissa's heart was beating heavily. This must be her captor. What would happen now? The person remained silent but made a motion with its gloved hand to indicate that Raissa should turn around. She did, and a moment later there was a click as the lock on the Glosssuit was opened. The hood was unzipped and pushed down. The person placed Raissa's hands on the Glosssuit's hood to indicate that she had to hold it down, then untied the orange down hood and put it down as well. From a pocket the figure produced a big red ball gag and showed it to Raissa. "No... no... I won't..." Raissa stammered. The silent person just shrugged, took a phone from its other pocket and showed Raissa a picture. She saw Francesca's bed, with the big sleeping bag still chained to it, but on top of it, a down blanket had been spread over her. Although she couldn't see anything of her captor's face, Raissa thought the figure was grinning as it looked at her reaction.

Did she have a choice, now that she had come this far? Raissa realized Francesca was still at the mercy of this unknown tormentor - and so was she. She obediently opened her mouth and the person gagged her, pulling at the straps that went around her head to the back, over the top of her head and under her chin, so that the red ball was firmly wedged into her mouth. After that the person put both hoods up again and locked the Glosssuit. The hoods were tied so that only a small slit for her eyes, hidden deep inside the hood of the Glosssuit, remained. Now Raissa was off even worse than before, as the person took her arm and walked her further along the empty street.

Finally they arrived at a closed gate, which presumably gave access to the terrain of one of the villas. The figure in the black coat took a final item from its pocket: a leash for dogs. Quickly it was attached to Raissa's neck, and then, to Raissa's amazement, the other end was tied to the bars of the gate. Then the person pushed the bell button at the side of the gate and immediately walked away! Raissa shouted in her gag, but little sound escaped her hoods. She was being left alone at the gate of a foreign house, gagged and locked into two layers of down, and this was how she was about to be found by the owners of the villa! Desperately she tried to unknot the leash, but with her hands in the thick mittens of the Glosssuit she couldn't manage it. And now somebody was approaching the other side of the gate...

-- on to part 3 --







Overview

Raissa's Quest (part 1)

"Raissa, could you just check my presentation before you finish up?" Raissa's colleague asked.
"I'm sorry, I really can't, I have an appointment, I have to leave right now."
"Oh, okay then. What kind of appointment?"
"Well, just visiting a friend really, but I don't want to be late..."

Raissa saw her colleague didn't understand why she needed to leave so urgently if she was just visiting a friend. But how could she explain? She could hardly tell him that her friend Francesca was into down clothes and self-bondage. That she had just acquired a new Parkasite Glosssuit and that she had planned to try it on today. That she had put a lock on the suit, and that she had given Raissa the key, so she could free her after work. That the new Glosssuit she had purchased was one with a completely closed hood, and that Raissa was a bit worried about her friend. Who knew how long ago she had locked herself in that suit? Francesca was a bit crazy when it came to her down clothes fetish. And knowing her, she had likely gagged herself underneath. But of course Raissa could tell her colleague none of that.

She drove straight to Francesca's house, all the while thinking about Fran's strange fetish. She understood Francesca couldn't help it, and that this was simply what she enjoyed, so Raissa supported her and helped her act out her fetish every now and then. But she was worried that one day, she would find Francesca had accidentally suffocated herself, or had some other accident. And for some reason, she had a bad feeling about today. Intuition - that rare sense only women possess.

Raissa had a spare key of Francesca's house, so she let herself in through the back door. The house seemed deserted - and cold. On the table stood a lonely laptop. A pair of orange down pants and an orange down jacket hung over a chair. Strange - why had she taken those out of the closet? She was going to wear her new Glosssuit. "Francesca?" she shouted, but there was no reply. For a moment, Raissa panicked, but she calmed herself. Most likely, Francesca was lying on her bed. After all, with the closed hood, she couldn't really walk around, especially since the whole suit was so thick she couldn't feel her way around. And it was cold because she had probably turned off the heating. There was no reply because she would have gagged herself. Nothing to worry about. She headed for Francesca's bedroom. Raissa opened the door and gasped.

On the bed was a large, black, overfilled down sleeping bag. Tight chains held the sleeping bag immobile on the bed. She rushed over and saw that they were locked in place. The hood of the sleeping bag was tightened and locked as well, but there was still enough of an opening to see the closed, red hood of Francesca's new Glosssuit inside. A faint "Mmf! Mmf!" could be heard inside the hood, but the bag was so tight and thick that no movement could be seen on the outside. "Francesca! What have you done now?" Raissa exclaimed, but then she immediately realized she was being stupid. Of course Francesca hadn't chained herself to the bed, that was impossible. But then who had?

Desperately, Raissa tried to move the chains, but they were so tight she couldn't move them a millimeter. Meanwhile Francesca kept making muffled noises, but Raissa couldn't help her. Then she saw the note near the top end of the bed. She picked it up. "GO SIT AT THE COMPUTER DOWNSTAIRS" it said. That was all. It must have been left by whoever chained Francesca up. Maybe the answer to this mystery could be found there? Raissa put her hand on Fran's well-wrapped head and said: "I'll get you out of this, Fran. Don't worry." She didn't know if Francesca had heard her though, as she kept making faint, desperated sounding noises. Raissa went downstairs and sat behind the laptop. She moved the mouse so the screen activated. A window was open, and Raissa saw it was a webcam chat session. The person on the other side was dressed in a black, shiny down jacket with the hood up. The room where the person sat was dark except for a single, faint light source somewhere above the person's head. This caused the person's head to be mostly in the shadow, but Raissa could see the person was also wearing a black balaclava. None of the person's features could be seen clearly; Raissa could not even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Hello, Raissa," a metallic voice said. Raissa startled.
"You... you know my name?"
"As you hear."
"Who are you?"
"All you need to know is I met Francesca through an online community. She trusted me, and told me all about her fetish. Including that you sometimes help her. As you saw, she may have trusted me too much, and is now suffering the consequences."
"Why?" Raissa blurted out.
"Why?" The voice laughed softly. "Just for fun, really. I enjoyed tying her up like that."
"Please let her out. She's my best friend!"
"Hmm. So you say. But are you ready to prove that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I will let her out... if you cooperate. I want to have just a little fun with you, first. You're a beautiful young woman. I'd love to see you wear some nice down clothes. Perhaps you'd be so kind to put on the orange down pants and jacket I've placed on the chair next to you?"
"Okay, I will put them on... Will you free Francesca then?"
"We'll see, we'll see. Perhaps I'd like to see you wear some other items first. Come on, let's get started. The longer you wait, the longer Francesca suffers."

Raissa slid her legs through the orange down pants, standing in front of the laptop so the unknown person could see her. She fastened them around her waist and then took the matching jacket. She put her arms in and zipped it up to her chin. Then she sat down again.

"I do like to see a nice hood worn up, though," the voice insisted. Wordlessly, Raissa put the hood up.
"Come on, you can do better than that. Fasten the face flap, and tie it nice and tight so only your eyes are showing." Raissa obeyed. The thick hood now enveloped her completely except for her dark brown eyes peering through the slit.
"Nice, I like that. Now just one more thing. I'd like to see you wear Francesca's Glosssuit. Not the one she's wearing right now, of course - that would be impossible." The voice giggled at its own wit. "But I'm sure you know Francesca has another Glosssuit. The light blue one. It's in the closet, you probably know where. And while you're at it, put on the dark blue Moonboots that stand under it. They belong together, I think, since the Moonboots are extra big so the attached feet of the Glosssuit fit inside."

So again, Raissa did as the voice said. She knew Francesca's Glosssuit of course; she had seen her wear it often enough. This one had a "normal" opening for the hood, except that the hood couldn't be taken down. Many times she had come her after work to help Francesca out of that suit. Francesca had attached a little ring at the top of the hood, with a padlock on it. When the suit was zipped up, she could lead the zipper through the lock and then push it shut. Then it could only be opened with the key, which on these occasions she had given to Raissa in advance. This time, she had done the same with the red suit; except now of course her key was useless because Francesca was tied up in a sleeping bag. Now, it was Raissa who was putting on the Glosssuit. But with another layer underneath, it wasn't easy. She managed to get her feet in the attached booties, then she put them in the large Moonboots. She tightened the drawcords of the Moonboots so they would stay on. Then she led her hand into the suit's mittens. The zip had a rope attached to it so she could pull it up behind her. Then she put the hood over her face and zipped it up the rest of the way. The hood opening was quite narrow, but because the orange hood underneath was tied so tight, a good part of that hood could still be seen.

"Marvelous!" the voice admired. "Now the very last thing I will ask of you. Then I will let Francesca out of the bag. Close the lock at the top of the hood, so you can't unzip the suit anymore."
"What? No! How can I get out then?" Raissa said, her voice muffled by the hoods.
"I'll let you out right after I let Francesca out of her bag. Come on, I just want to see it locked. It would be so exciting for me."
"But how will I know you'll let me out?"
"Just have a little faith. I mean you no harm, I just want a bit of fun. Close the lock, and then we'll end this. Turn the back of your head to the screen, and I'll guide your hands to help you."

With the help of the person's instructions, she managed to find the zipper and the lock and get the lock closed. 

"There. All done. Will you let Francesca go now?" Raissa pleaded.
The metallic voice laughed. "I told you Francesca trusted me too much. And now you do the same! You're just as trapped as she is now. Oh, I'll let you both out, don't worry. Eventually. But I'll have my fun first. We're just getting started!"


-- on to part 2 --







Overview

My life changed (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --



On a Saturday in December, I visited Mariella for the first time, along with Jane of course. Mariella was Jane's best friend, and Jane liked to show me off to her. During breaks at school, Jane would sometimes call me over to where she and Mariella stood, and tie my hood completely shut. She would then say: "You'll stay like this until the end of lunch break. If you even touch the drawstrings, I'll tell mum you took your hood off." And to Mariella: "You see, I can make her do whatever I want. If she doesn't obey, I'll tell mum to punish her. Isn't my new 'sister' lovely?" And then they'd walk away, leaving me blind until finally the bell rang and I could open my hood. I knew Mariella was fascinated by this, but I had no idea what she was up to that Saturday.

I was wearing my winter clothes by then: white ski pants, red Moonboots, a thick knee-length red down jacket (hood up and tied, of course - I was never allowed outside anymore without my sweatshirt hood and jacket hood both up and tied), white heavy mittens, and a long white scarf. The scarf had been Jane's idea; she had suggested to Cyrilla that I had to tie it tightly over my lower face at all times. This way I couldn't speak, which further isolated me at school. Before all this, I'd had a lot of friends. At first they had wondered why I started wearing a hood all the time, but not much had changed. But Jane did her best to make me stand out more and more, and since I had to wear the scarf I was soon ignored by most of my classmates. After all, who wants to hang out with someone who doesn't speak, and who starts to dress really weird? I really stood out wearing Moonboots in dry weather well above the freezing point, and my down jacket was so big, bright and shiny. And then there was the hood of course, always worn up, always bound tight, turning my head into a big red watermelon on top of my fluffy body.

And what could I do about it? I dared not argue with Cyrilla again, or refuse her. Nor did I talk to anyone about it. One day, Cyrilla had showed me pictures of what she called a 'Glosssuit'. She said if I told anyone that my way of dressing wasn't my own choice, she'd buy two Glosssuits for me. One to wear outside, and another one which I'd wear at home. Except the second one would have no hood opening at all, and I'd have to wear it night and day while home. I was horrified. So I saw no other way than to obey Cyrilla and Jane without comment, whatever they told me to do. As time went on, people got more used to me just being weird and left me alone. I was too ashamed to search much contact myself, and I had to wear my scarf during break times, so I soon became a social outcast at school. This of course made it even more impossible to talk to someone about my situation, if I had found the courage to do so.

So that Saturday, right after lunch, we visited Mariella, whose parents weren't home that day. I knew we were going to sleep at Mariella's, and go home on Sunday morning, but I had no idea what they intended to do. But whatever they had planned, Jane seemed very excited about it, and apparently so was Mariella. As she opened the door, she had a big grin on her face. "Hi Jane," she said brightly, "come in quickly! I can't wait to get started!" Jane walked in and started taking off her jacket, but she told me to keep everything on.

"Jane, I've bought something for Nina. You'll love it. One moment, I'll go grab it!" Mariella dashed upstairs to her room, and came back seconds later, showing Jane something made of black rubber with a long tube. "It's a pumpable gag," Mariella beamed. "Let's try it out right away." She took off my scarf and the hood of my jacket. "Open your mouth, Nina," she commanded. I was afraid of the gag but dared not disobey her. I opened my mouth and she put the gag in. "Okay. Now close it again." While I stood there nervously with the rubber thing in my mouth and the long tube sticking out of it, Mariella tore long strips off a roller of heavy black adhesive tape she'd also brought. With a knife, she carefully cut a hole in the middle of each strip. Then she placed each strip over my mouth, pulling the tube through the hole in the strips, then wrapping the strips of tape snugly around my cheeks and sweatshirt hood, covering my head all the way around. When she was satisfied I wouldn't be able to open my mouth anymore, she attached a little hand pump to the end of the tube and started pumping. Soon my cheeks were hurting, and I flailed wildly with my arms to make her stop, but she only did when my mouth was filled completely and my cheeks were bulging out under the tape. Then she removed the tube and put my hood up again, tying it tight with only my eyes and a bit of my nose showing, so nobody could see the tape. Finally she wrapped my scarf around me again.

Mariella and Jane looked at me in fascination, as I stood there mutely, breathing deeply through my nose. I desperately tried to find a way to make the gag in my mouth more comfortable, but it filled my mouth completely, and the tape further immobilised my face, so I was helpless to do anything about it. Then Mariella tied some short ropes around each of my wrists, outside my mittens, so I couldn't remove them anymore. She also tied the drawstring at the hem of my coat tighter, so I had to take smaller steps.

When all was ready, Mariella and Jane took me out into town. They dragged me into one shop after another, where I had to stand around uselessly, while people commented on my outfit. "Eskimo," some guy taunted right behind me, and "God, it's freezing in here, isn't it?" I heard a woman say. But most people just looked at me, although now and then someone burst out in laughter at the surprise of seeing me like that. I felt humiliated, and Jane and Mariella did nothing to improve my situation. Sometimes they ordered me to walk back and forth through a shop, sometimes they simply ignored me, sometimes they said things like "Nina, why don't you take your hood off? It's really not cold inside!" in a loud voice so people would hear.

Later that afternoon, they took me to the movies. It was even warmer there, and the gag made my mouth dry, but I could only look while Mariella and Jane bought large cups of ice-cold coke for themselves and left me to sweat it out. As soon as the lights went out, Jane closed my hood completely so I wouldn't even have the movie to divert my mind. Blind, and with the sound muffled by my hoods, it was impossible to follow the story, so I just sat there for two long hours, with sweat dripping inside my clothes and my jaws aching.

At last, we went back to Mariella's, and Mariella took off my mittens. I thought they would let me out now, but I was wrong. They told me I could go to the toilet, but I had to keep my jacket on and the hood up, and I couldn't take longer than necessary. When I was done they put me back into my mittens and tied them in place again. Then they took me upstairs, where Mariella spread a large down-filled sleeping bag on a bed. "You'll get to rest a few hours now, Nina," she said, while she put me into the bag and zipped it up, "you must be tired after this afternoon, and you'll need your strength for the big finale tonight. Meanwhile, we'll have pizza. We'll see you in a couple of hours!" With that, she closed my jacket hood and the hood of the sleeping bag, leaving me in darkness, wondering what else they could have planned for me.

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I woke up when my hoods were opened again. Had I really slept? It seemed impossible, especially with the gag hurting my cheeks, but apparently I had. I blinked groggily at the light. Mariella helped me out of the sleeping bag and herded me downstairs. There she removed my jacket hood and, mercifully, the gag. Then she took off my mittens as well and gave me a large bowl of soup. "Your dinner," she said. "Hurry up, we want to leave soon. Jane is just finishing her make-up." Now I noticed Mariella had also put on some make-up and was wearing a pretty dress. I didn't say anything though and started spooning up the soup. It was hot, but I was hungry and thirsty so I quickly ate it all. By then, Jane had entered, with a layer of make-up on her face (I told you about the acne). When I finished my meal, they told me to put on my hood and mittens again, and I quickly did so, glad that I didn't have to wear the gag anymore. They also didn't bother with my scarf.

Mariella told me to go outside and call them when the taxi arrived. Once it did, they took their time coming out of the house, but eventually we all got in the back of the cab. Jane and Mariella both wore skimpy dresses with a short, fur-lined jacket on top. I sat between them, still in Moonboots, ski pants, mittens and the huge jacket with the hood up. We went to a club, and at the entrance they both took off their short jackets but I had to keep mine on. Once inside, they allowed me to take off my hood and mittens and unzip my jacket, but I had to keep my sweatshirt hood up. Wearing a hood, the large jacket, the ski pants and the Moonboots, I still stood out from the crowd. They told me I had to dance for them. It was ridiculous, especially because of the Moonboots, which made dancing pretty much impossible, but I had to do it all the same. Meanwhile they were flirting with some guys, but they didn't forget to urge me on if they thought I was slacking. Every now and then they allowed me a break and gave me some money to get myself a drink. Obviously the guys at the bar had seen my ridiculous dance in Moonboots, and I was still wearing my jacket and my sweatshirt hood, but I was so thirsty I didn't care much. The breaks were short though, and I was soon exhausted.

At some point, Jane called me over to where she was sitting in a guy's lap. "This is Nina. And she has to do whatever I say," she giggled. I could tell she was getting a bit drunk. "Bend over, Nina, and let us see how sweaty you are." I did, and Jane felt at my hood, which was soaked with sweat. "I told her to dance, so she has to do that. And she has to dress like that," Jane smiled. The guy seemed impressed. "Wow. You made her dress like that? She must be so warm in that!" Jane grinned at him. "This is nothing. Watch this." She turned to me and said: "Nina, you've had enough rest now. Tie your sweatshirt hood tighter, then zip up your jacket, put your hood up and tie it tight. Put your mittens back on and start dancing again immediately." In front of the amazed boy, I executed her orders, tying my hoods so tight only my eyes were showing.

Half an hour later, I was simply to tired to dance anymore. I had lost track of Jane and Mariella too. I stumbled across the dancefloor and found a place to sit. Jane and Mariella were nowhere to be seen, so I would rest for just a minute, then I'd start dancing again. Suddenly a guy was sitting next to me. "Hi, I've been looking at you the whole evening. You look stunning in that jacket. Can I get you a drink?" Although I was very thirsty, I refused. I dared not open my hood enough to drink without Jane's permission. I was also weary of the guy's intentions - who could think I looked stunning like this? I thought he was mocking me. But he remained friendly and talked some more and eventually I realized he was actually honest. How he could like me in these clothes I didn't know, but it seemed true.

And then Jane and Mariella appeared. "What do you think you're doing?" Jane shouted. "We're going home right now. Mum will hear of this!"

Five minutes later we were in a cab going back to Mariella's. It turned out that both their guys had dumped them, and they were very angry with me for apparently having found a guy. And of course, I had stopped dancing without Jane's permission. Back home, they put me in my sleeping bag again, and tied my hoods shut. "Just wait till tomorrow," Jane said once more, "I'll tell mum how naughty you've been. I can't wait to see what she'll do to you!"



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