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Hood Reviews – A FemDom/male-sub history and rubber fetish reality.
If when i was twenty, you had told me that i would spend many years of my later life, regularly hooded, as a live in slave to a Dominant Female, i would have probably have been somewhat surprised, uttered a nervous laugh, told you to “f off” or used some other choice phrases. The idea even then was not utterly unfamiliar. i had been buying porn since my mid teens and was aware of the various “types” of possible relationship. But being a hooded slave would not have connected up with me at all. Earlier on, in my school-life, i had been bullied and nor had home been a terribly happy place either. Aged twenty, i had finally escaped home and was beginning to discover life could be enjoyable.
The route to becoming a hooded slave started simply enough. A student field trip to London in 1984 saw an idle hour or so in Soho. A pair of rubber sheath briefs hanging in a window caught my eye. i thought they looked different. They might make cleaning up afterwards easier. They were bought and it was not long before i realised the very special hold rubber had on me. But not hoods. Some time passed. i found myself in a relationship. Almost without realising it or talking about it, we both decided it would be Fem Dom. Very funny that, it really “just happened”. Soon after we started dating, She made clear She was in charge of the sexual agenda. And although the language was not there at the outset, from then onwards i had been collared and it was not long before i was literally collared.
Being collared was the first effective step to realising i would become a hooded slave. i realised there was much more to sex than cock play and that my Mistress wanted to control and know all of me. Conquering my head, both heads, linking them together, making me understand they were two ends of the one organ became a group of ideas that i slowly grew to understand. Being sexual had for years been a cock thing, now She taught me to see it as a whole person thing. All of me would serve Her and lust.
It was in that context one particular issue of Shiny was read. Late 1980s. Issue 27 of Volume I. A fantasy story “Weak in the presence of Booties”.
Initially i could not get why a beautiful blonde one moment, the next had her individuality lost as “the tight rubber hood was vulcanised onto her head” – and a tight leather collar/chain leash added for good measure. i found myself coming back to this story, i still do. Why? Why would she want to wear such a thing? i had by now been wearing rubber for a few years and i began to ask myself “would i allow my head to be hooded like this?”. What would it feel like, what would it mean?
Even without wearing one, i began to associate the words surrender, capitulation, slavery with the hood. Capitulation, handing over my head. Mistress was teaching me about my two heads being one and how She would control them. Rather reluctantly – at first – i began to see the logic that if my cockhead had become used to a rubber “hood” or sheath (always relied on them for birth control) then logically so should my other head be sheathed.
Quite apart from any physical feelings, i had not a clue what the consequences of wearing a hood would be. i could understand that accepting the hood would be to make a physical statement to Mistress about my relationship to Her and to lust.
In all the years that have followed, the hundreds and probably thousands of times that i have been hooded, Mistress has herself only tried a hood less than a handful of times. So She is never hooded and Her explanation is that in our relationship, only the slave wears the hood. This gets the story to the moment when we agreed i would buy a hood. A straightforward Latexa roll on. Since when the collection has grown to a current tally of nine hoods.
The Latexa roll on
The first purchase. There’s still one of these around. Probably on generation three of these. They do wear out and eventually rip. i learnt that roll ons are not the easiest of hoods to don. They certainly have their role. i know i struggled to put it on the first time. Felt quite panicky and silly. All the ones i have had have just had nose holes and to lose sight and to have to learn the breathing technique, combined with the assault on smell and taste and feel that donning a rubber hood brings, all at once, is quite an ordeal.
i do remember i managed to calm down and make a decision that once it was in place, it had to stay there and i had to go through to orgasm with it on. It certainly needed willpower that first time but there was something inside me that was urging me to persevere, some recognition that this was how it had to be.
i managed to calm down and with my other head in sheath briefs started to work myself. That first time it did not take too long and i immediately wanted out of the hood afterwards. It had been quite emotional but through a gamut of conflicting feelings and thoughts, i realised that things had changed and that the hood would go on again.
It certainly did. We learnt about the role of talculm powder in easing the donning. Slightly mixed blessing that. Talculm does make wearing rubber much more straightforward and will extend the life of rubber clothing but there are health issues. Regular breathing of talculm is not recommended. As we explored we quite soon learnt that there are other possibilities with hoods which obviate the talc challenge – see later. One person on a list recommended cornflour as a harmless substitute for the talc. Never been too sure whether she was jesting.
Although initially it was about learning to accept being hooded when wanking, quite soon the move came to full intercourse hooded and with the collar and lead on. We soon discovered that this was “us”. It handed control to Mistress. Submissive tendencies are massively encouraged if all you are wearing is a rubber hood with no vision and your collar and lead are constantly being tugged.
Since then it has been a regular way for us to do what we have to. i began to understand that being hooded “eased” the cutloose. That the hood took me to another realm in the way that when i am commanded to enter Her, my other head is taken. i began to see the sheathing of both heads as being about submitting to this other realm. Letting Her and lust have their way with me. i began to realise that this was the safest form of sex. Not asserting myself but allowing both my heads to realise themselves by sharing in submission and obedience.
It took a little while to learn all this but over time, i came to relax with the idea that i had become a hooded sex slave. From there i began to explore much more deeply the world of the hood. A bit like cars, they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, all capable of achieving completely different outcomes. As a beginner i had little idea of the incredible diversity possible. i was exploring the internet and, with Mistress, real sex shops and beginning to appreciate what might be possible.
i remember an incredible e-conversation with a lady in Shropshire who told me about a multi-tail rubber pony hood she had someone make for her. It allowed her to tie herself with her hair into the hood. The thought of being tied into your own hood struck deep into me. Allowing the hood to become part of who you are.
The Leather Hood
A visit to a sex shop led to the second hood purchase. i wonder if you recognise this? You go into a sex shop and occasionally something connects instantly. A whoosh of “energy” flows and you feel instantly connected to a garment or toy. You can sense it wants you to buy it. Certainly does not happen every time but on a handful of times it has with us. A process that has produced a Mistress belt for Her, a chastity belt for me and other items.
One of those occasions saw us buying our first leather hood. Leather is different to rubber. i probably prefer rubber’s encompassing taste / smell / texture and She probably prefers seeing me in leather. As She moved to train me to sleep hooded, something that took years and can still defeat me, i learnt it was easier to sleep in a leather hood. Just that tiny bit less tormenting.
The leather hoods (we bought the first one and after about 20 years, we got a local manufacturer to make a copy) are associated with an “easy time”. It remains humiliating to know it has to be worn. Both have rear zippers, a mouth zipper and eye holes. The slightly looser fitting nature of leather makes breathing easy. The rear zippers make wearing and donning straightforward. Mistress can enjoy spending hours polishing both my heads and takes me to a weird sort of “dreamland”. We call it “prepping” and eventually it becomes the precursor to Her having Her way. It has taught me to wait and wait and wait. Sometimes for days at a time until She requires me.
Meanwhile i have been trained to do day to day tasks, to cook, to write, to clean in the leather hood. It is possible to do the same in the rubber ones (newer Daxine ones, see below) but even after many years i have to admit to finding it a struggle to concentrate for any length of time in a rubber hood. One way or another i end up thinking about only one thing even if i have been trained to wait.
A regular use of the leather hoods is for massage. Mistress loves a regular full body massage which i have learnt to provide. We get through a lot of Johnson’s Baby Oil. Baby Oil and rubber do not mix. The opposite for the leather. So very often the massage is undertaken with the slave masseur hooded in leather.
So the leather hoods have become comfortable everyday wear. Seeing myself hooded is a constant reminder of who i really am and who i really belong to. The newer leather hood was bespoke made and i can recommend this. The fit is exact, the rear zipper closes right down and an eyelet beside the end of the zipper tracks means it can be padlocked on.
The sensation of knowing that a hood is “locked on” is profound. It reinforces the sense of being the prisoner of the hood and the humiliation of knowing that i have chosen this path is exquisite. My choices have got me into the hood but i am no longer in charge of its removal. i am its slave. The experience of having to go to a fetish leather worker and submit to the fitting process for the new hood was pretty profound too. Having to acknowledge to a stranger, a craft worker, that i was simply a sex slave who needed a new hood.
A quick note about the next purchase. A version of a roll over, a simple Latexa cunni hood (you remember those Latexa adverts promising unimaginable pleasure?). How accurate they proved to be!
Quite early on in the hood affair, we bought a cunni hood. A simple rubber pull on with eye openings which also assist breathing and a very clever tongue moulding. i can only describe this as sucking the tongue into its hold. i certainly find it very hard to wear without the tongue being pulled out and held. Once in that state, everything else comes naturally.
In our relationship i quickly discovered i longed to be Queened and to service my Mistress orally. i love her taste and although the cunni hood would appear to prevent that, in fact as i serve her She starts to drench me in juice and this makes its way into the mouth. The combined taste of Her honey and of the latex ensures i continue to work.
The Daxine Hoods.
Unfortunately Daxine are no longer operating. Perhaps a decade ago, they had quite a name in rubber fashion. They worked out of East Lancashire i think and shops like Cathouse (which is still on the go at Liversedge) sold their products. It was one visit to Cathouse that saw us find a Daxine slave hood. We had wised up to the idea that it was time to move on from rubber moulded hoods.
A visit to Daxine was always enjoyable. The girl who i think was the proprietrix struck just the right note to ensure a submissive male like me would purchase. The Daxine hood was shown off as a handmade item which with a rear zipper overcomes the talc challenge. It was described as a slave’s hood and to justify that there were two vertically zippered flaps over the front. These covered the nose, mouth and eye holes. This was the first time a rubber hood allowed me those luxuries but the ability to have that area zipped away with the flaps, just re-inforced the loss of control over such basic functions.
So for something over a decade the Daxine products have been part of my life. Products, because like the leather hoods, it became clear it was worth buying another. i think i ended up with a large and a medium fitting and discovered the considerable difference in effect between the two. The smaller one was far more assertive and constraining although with the stretchyness of rubber both could be fully zipped shut. They are worn easily with a collar locked on over them which makes their removal practically impossible. It took a good long while but finally i learnt to sleep regularly in them. Usually for no more than 5/6 hours after which the torment becomes too much. Sometimes in the depths of a cold winter, it really has been pure comfort to spend the full night zipped away in one.
Mistress discovered that their nature enabled her to manipulate me and the house work. i had grown up in a very traditional male dominated world. My army officer father expected his wife to do every last jot of domesticity and i was certainly not expected to lift a finger. Mistress has retrained me in many respects and this has included numerous aspects of housework. However I’ve always baulked at the toilet. i don’t do that. Not unless a Daxine hood is brought out and i am otherwise rubbered up. Then i will put every effort into creating a shining toilet bowl.
So the Daxine hoods are used for housework, as night wear and of course for play. So much has happened to me in those hoods. Too much to recount but they have helped re-write my attitude to women, pleasure and lust. One regular technique is that i have to work unselfishly at her pleasure trained not to cum myself. A special signal whereby i am signed off to take my pleasure comes when the zippered flaps of the hood are shut by Her. Before that moment, the release is not permitted and i would endure punishment for misbehaviour, from that moment, shut away in the black grip of the hood, lust is allowed its final way with me. Irrevocably orgasm has become associated with the utter helplessness of being completely sealed up and held.
Sealwear Hood 4438
One of the most famous names in the rubber fetish fashion scene is Sealwear from Dorset. i had often toyed with ordering something. It might surprise the reader but we don’t spend that much on fetish! We share many diverse interests and fetish is not at the top of the spends. That said we also rate fetish as providing incredibly good value for many. i think the Daxine hoods were about seventy-five pounds each and they have provided days upon days of wear.
However as the years passed, it was obvious they were starting to wear. Seams would need re-gluing in. A stretchiness would develop that was too free. They’re still worn but they’re now like old friends rather than instruments of discipline and training. It was time for an upgrade and i favoured Sealwear with the order. A good relationship with a bespoke supplier counts for much and i would recommend Regina who fronts Sealwear. She explained in great detail the extra features of their product that justified a premium price. And when their product arrived, she was right.
Superfically the design is like the Daxine design. i sent a Daxine one as an example of what we sought. But here is a flavour of their care in design:
“1. Our hoods always have a panel in the middle over your head one each side next to the back zip. This gives a proper shape of your head and a perfect fitting. Your hood only has two side pieces.
Do you want it exactly copied like the Daxine hood or can we use our Sealwear Pattern?
2. Our front cover is therefore stuck on the middle panel without the metal rivet. Because this it doesn’t need. Do you want this additional rivet because it’s also affecting the rubber?
3. The zips in your mask are showing because they are cut out. There is no additional facing for hair protection in the inside of your mask. We are normally hiding the zip plus additional facing inside.
The thickness you ordered is 0.89mm royale.
The hood you have sent me is 0.50 – 0.60mm thickness.
Because of the thicker material it is more restrictive we will produce the hood slightly bigger as discussed.”
Germanic thoroughness i think and the most significant phrase turned out to be “it is more restrictive”.
Even unpacking and feeling the new hood, made me shake. It was immediately heavier and i thought how on earth can i wear this? i was very surprised to discover i could, but only just.
The design was so inspired that it treads the absolute edge of practicality and marked discomfort. The rear zipper does close fully but only when genuine strength is applied to the pull, and that zipper is lockable. The result bears some similarity to wearing a posture collar. The head is held up by the rubber in the collar area. To lower the head requires definite effort. Likewise although there is a mouth opening, it is an effort to open the mouth and speak. The natural hold of the hood leaves the wearer shut. Adding a small dildo gag can complete the process. Or as our play has now taken us, the hood will accommodate a strap on double dong.
The reader’s imagination can enjoy the psychology of having to face a hooding, with your hands cuffed to a waistbelt and a Mistress fastening first the collar and lead followed by the double dong. Rubber fills your mouth as you become speechless. Whining whimpering is all that is left as your eyes (the hood’s flaps cannot be closed) focus on the solid rubber tip of the phallus dancing at just that focussing spot where your vision unites. To be face fucked like this or even to be laid out with both your dildos at head and groin rearing up as two Mistresses settle down on you for their leisurely afternoon tea is to go far into the realm of female domination.
A powerful mechanism by which the hood works is to mimic the cunt. A tight rubber hood swallows the wearer up. It consumes the person who is hooded in the same way that the female dominant consumes her slave. All sorts of adjectives are shared in the process. Hot, airless, sweaty, wet, dark, tight, smelly, sound warping, crushing, sucking, humiliating. If you can tick all those, you’re likely to be a hooded rubberlover appreciative of fem-dom!
Is a gas mask a hood or not? i don’t know why really but for years i had ignored them. Finally i saw an ebay deal so good there was nothing to lose so i purchased a straight-forward basic mask (nothing fixed below the screw on inlet). This was almost certainly ex Soviet. i’ve quite accepted it but to be truthful, it does not excite Mistress. i use it as practical housewear. i can see easily to work but the tight grip around the cheeks and head and the smell remind me constantly of the fetish. i like the idea that the radically changed head reminds the wearer that for the rubber submissive, home is another planet.
Denber hooded top
There’s now only one more hood to describe and it is not an anti-climax. The Denber website shows it as “Shirt With Gloves, Hood and Breathing Tube Code 385B.”
i had already bought for both of us quite a variety of Denber rubberwear. It had all been entirely satisfactory. i chanced upon this top only a few years ago. Almost all my hangups about hooding had gone. Do they ever all go? Would it be ever be quite right to be totally blase about being hooded? It’s always a bit weird to feel the need to submit to the hood and i think it always will be.
Anyhow i found myself coming back to this site and image time and again. Even with my changed attitude to hooding, i thought “that is a bit much”. Absolutely sealed in rubber from the waist up apart from a breathing tube for the mouth. It did cross my mind that worn with the rubber sheathed tights they had already supplied, the two garments would deliver total enclosure, completely. Wearing them would see myself utterly rubberised, changed into a piece of rubber, become a Rubberman. Slowly the desire to submit took hold. It probably required several months from first even thinking about the prospect to finally pushing the buttons and ordering the top.
Everything and nothing could be said about it when it came. Let’s just say it is worn, repeatedly, not often, but it does get worn. i now know what it is like to be totally held all over in rubber and to be absolutely dominated by a female in that state. It is to go to a place beyond words, to fly, to ride the broomstick, to enter another universe.
i would not dare suggest that the reader should follow this exact path. It is incredibly personal. It has to be something that you wish for, that you are willing to submit to. It means so much not to be alone when the call of the rubber comes. To have Mistress happy and excited to share and see Her Rubberman is so re-assuring. i never get to see myself in this state of total rubberisation, covered in rubber from head to toe, vulcanised, silenced and sightless, sheath full and potent. It is a vision for Mistress only and She is the proud spectator and sometimes player who gets to see what happens when the rubber and the hood finally have their way with me.
Breathing and discipline
The wrap-up covers two topics. Various mentions in the narrative have been made about breathing. It is really important. For the two of us, we leave serious breath control to the realms of fantasy stories. It can be imagined. Our choice is not to enact. There are a few well verified tales of people coming to grief in bondage gear in which hoods have played a role (trawl through IAR). Already we have suggested any regular ingestion of talc is not recommended.
What we discovered was unexpected and a bit paradoxical. The zippered hoods with eye and mouth holes below the flaps (Daxine and Sealwear) are perfect for breathing safely in. You breathe through the zipper when the flaps are sealed. But the “blinding” is total. i have never felt at all difficult in this matter when in these hoods. The roll-ons are different and to be honest i don’t really recommend their long term use. Desperately trying to tear one off does not strike me as a great pleasure. So enjoy being zipped up. You will feel totally isolated from the everyday and if Mistress is in charge of the zippering, you will have handed over control of your basic functions of the mouth and eyes. But you should be safe.
The Denber hooded rubber top is not a zip on and it offers the double challenge of neck entry (talc) and subsequent removal. i guess many of you have discovered that with rubberwear putting it on is often easier than getting it off, especially after the O. This is certainly the case with this piece. It slides on so easily and then you sweat and you become “glued in”.
Becoming sealed into your rubber skin has its own excitement. Rubber in the vanilla world is a material of suppression and insulation – denying conductivity. In our fetish universe it becomes a super conductor of sensuality erogonising everything it touches. Erogonising the head confirms the control you have surrendered. This is a very intense experience and when carried out with complete sealing from the waist upwards (or even total enclosure) some care is needed. The presence of a partner, in my case Mistress, is really recommended. It means someone else can enjoy the visual spectacle of your predicament. But their presence is also a safety net. Very occasionally i have gone solo in the hooded top. i cannot completely recommend it as described. You have to know yourself very well to know you can stay calm and remove it after your cum.
Helpful tip we have found is that the top comes off very readily when wettened in a bath or a shower and of course rubber shower sex is a whole other world of fun. If this design was amended and a short vertically running zip inserted at the rear of the head, then entry/exit, resolving breathing in a hurry, use of talc would all be ameliorated.
The challenge there is that a relatively cost conscious moulded rubber manufacturer like Denber does not use zips. Glued seams is as far as they go. The solution then is to buy your goods and get a craft worker to modify if you don’t have the expertise. Denber for instance sell some wonderful rubber leotards for men but their life expectancy would be so much better if the shoulder straps were zippered across the strap top.
Another “edgy” topic is discipline and punishment. The idea of being a slave suggests life might get uncomfortable. Rubber hoods are often sold as discipline or punishment hoods. Whilst respectful of individuals and their choices, for us the emphasis is on the word discipline.
Mistress regards hooding me as an opportunity to train me to behave the way She wants. She knows i desire the hoods greatly and She works that desire to Her ends when i am hooded. She knows i will do things when hooded that would be far more of a struggle otherwise. Mistress many years ago did discover the merits of physical discipline and She has trained me to take the discipline in these hoods. By no means every time they are worn but sufficiently often that i do associate their wear with the possibility of the discipline. The angle She puts on this is that this is a positive experience even if painful and humiliating. Real punishment for real misdeamenours takes place in other ways.
Something positive to close with. Nature hands us out all an individual visage. Sometimes its beautiful. Sometimes we can make it beautiful. Sometimes the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And sometimes nature’s gift struggles to be appealing. And we all age. But regardless of what nature has brought us, we can all choose and work to be beautiful inside. Some recent science was claiming there’s no such thing as altruism. Balls i say. We all can make extra-ordinary choices, we can all explore grace. It is what makes humans different. The male submissive adores the grace of the Female Dominant and works to explore and develop that.
Sometimes quite apart from any pleasure that wearing a hood brings, the same hood can release us from the expectations and judgements that too much concentration on the face brings. The hood can be face-saving.
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