Yesterday, while I was at a private fetish party, a friend of mine invited me to use his vacuum bed. Why not I said. After all, I’m not passing on the chance to feel a dozen of hands rubbing my naked-latexed-air-free body! And so, while I was laying in the vac bed and before I got turned on by those starving hands, I thought this could make a nice topic for Bizarre.

For the ones who have never seen a vac bed setup, it does look like a piece of smoked salmon sealed in plastic wrap, except that the plastic is made of latex sheets and the fish is you. Don’t get me wrong: you smell better than a salmon although you probably don’t taste as good, and you don’t look red like it unless you try a vac bed and forget to wear the mandatory mouth piece that allows you to breathe. The only thing you have in common with that fish is, in a vacuum bed, you can’t move at all. You are helplessly: trapped in the latex bag from which all air is sucked out with a vacuum pump. The feeling is good though! To me, it’s like a therapy: when I am in it, it forces me to let go of my control-freak mind. Of course, it does help to play with someone in whom I have full confidence to unzip the bed as soon as I have to go pee (oups! no more drinks for me!).

Another great physical feeling, apart of those exciting rubbing hands over my latexed body, is my body feels super light, like if there was no air pressure and no muscular pain. After multiple sessions to the masseuse and getting cramps in my tits every time (they are just too big to lay down on them for an hour!), I tried to build my own vacuum bed so I could relax in it instead. I bought the latex rolls, the tubes for the frame and the air-proof zipper and glued everything together, but unfortunately it seems there was a leak somewhere and that poor piece of crap never fully worked unless the vacuum was always on. Five minutes of that howling evil air sucker in my ears makes me want to: a) try to desperately roll over it like a slice of overcooked bacon, b) escape the vac bed by ripping off the latex sheets with my fingertip nails, slowly but surely, c) swallow my own tongue and do the dead-salmon. Since none of these options are acceptable, I opted for my credit card and got myself a real vac bed off the internet. Ah, my friend the internet! Always faithful to my deepest wishes! On the other hand, when I saw my credit card bill, my heart blood pressure acted like a chimp on cocaine, but I got It all cooled down in my new silent vac bed! Pfew!

Give me your best shot: Questions, praises or critics? Ring me:
biancabeauchamp@videotron.ca or
www.latexlair.com

Want to do the salmon?
maxcita.com
vacbed.com