30 Days of Kink: Curiosity Killed the Cat
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I’m so conflicted about this.
So, I know you’ve seen them. Those insane vacuum beds. Some cover the wearer completely. Some leave the head free. Some leave the genitals free.
You have seen them, right?
Have I mentioned I’m sort of claustrophobic? I really cannot stand tight places, or things over my face. We’ve never tried mummification, unless you include the one time M wrapped my arms in bondage tape, which, I mean, while it freaked me out a little, I don’t, really.
And the idea of a vacuum bed terrifies me. Looking at a picture of one makes me feel like I’m going to pee my pants. If I ever see one in real life, I may do just that.
But facing my fears turns me on like nobody’s business.
There are these caves and a natural bridge way up north in the Adirondacks. M and I have been there a couple times. And there’s this teeny tiny cave they call (something like) “Pan’s Lookout”. Remember in Peter Pan, when Peter’s spying on everyone in the tree, and he’s looking through that tiny widow? Well, there’s one of those there, that looks down on a lower cave and the people inside it. However, the space in which you’re able to stand is so ridiculously small, I think even a smaller woman would be uncomfortable. I mean, I have room to enter and turn around, but I can’t lift my arms, and turning around is difficult.
I love going in that cave. It scares the crap out of me, and all these messed up visuals of rock slides, and being pinned in the middle of a cave in flash through my head, and I back out as slowly and carefully as possible. But my pussy’s always dripping wet when I emerge alive and unharmed.
I imagine a vacuum bed will be like that. And maybe mummification of other sorts as well.