Telling you all about my vacuum bed experience in last Bizarre issue was so much fun that I had the idea of talking about some of my experiences with gasmask. The first time I saw those things on someone’s face, a vision of Hitler kissing a Facehugger came to my mind. The look really disgusted me because it remembered me the stupidity of war. I guess that started to change when I had to wear one for a heavy rubber photoshoot. I purchased one at the Army shop here where I got really suspicious looks from the casher. I was about to tell him to screw himself when I realized I was tasting a pepper spray can displayed on the counter. I apologized with my swollen tongue and went to my friend’s shop where he dipped my new mask in liquid latex to make a laced back-head. All this for a photoshoot! Pfew! When I first saw my “gasmasked” reflection, I almost fainted but then I realized the breathing hole was blocked. I couldn’t see well trough my fly eyes but someone must have been to my rescue ‘cause, at some point, I started to be able to breathe again and meanwhile hear the sound of my breathing. And what a sound: mysterious, extremely sensual and a bit hopeless! This was the beginning of a new challenge as a model (no breathing + no vision = a pain in the ass to strike the pose), and a new sexual area to exploit with my lovers.

I recently went to a fetish party where I participated to a sexy experience. A friend of mine proposed me to enter a room guarded by two closed doors. I was so nervous of what to expect that I almost put on my gasmask backward and shakily entered the room. It was filled with smoke. Not just a tiny bit, I mean LOT of heavy, grey smoke lightened up by few colored light bulbs on the ceiling. I could barely see my own hands; or anything moving around me. I was not alone. “Ah man! Not that Facehugger again!” I’ve said to myself. But luckily for me, the shadows were only people rubbing my latexed body. I never got to know who they were: some were men and some were definitely women as I could rub my boobies against theirs. It sure was a sexy sensory deprivation experience and I liked it.

Who’s next to be smoked? Just find those armies shop and buy the mask. And oh! Don’t forget to lick that can too. It does make your tongue nicely tingle.

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