Humbled and Denied Girls

When she expressed her interest in hoods, she really had no idea how it would shape her future...

One day, after coming home from their dinner, he told her that he wants to play a game. He disappeared for a minute in the bedroom and when he came back he was carrying a hood.

He said that they should have some fun and have her edge when she is wearing the hood. She was a little scared, but she couldn’t deny how aroused she was by the very thought of putting it on. They did that for a couple of weeks, on and off. Next, he said that she can edge only when she is wearing the hood. She accepted that. It was exciting. 

Next, he began to tell her how wearing the hood makes her just a set of holes. Holes don’t speak, holes take cock. She was shocked, but she could only edge while wearing the hood, so she was not going to disagree. He kept her wearing the hood for longer and longer periods of time. Minutes became hours.

He told her that she will no longer use her hands when wearing the hood. How will she rub? He said that if he wants her to have pleasure he will use the lush. He wants her hands to go totally limp when she puts the hood on. After all, she is just a set of holes, so why would she need hands? He also doesn’t like when she walks when wearing the hood. She only has permission to crawl on her knees, dragging her tits on the ground. If he likes how she is behaving he turns up the lush, if he doesn’t like something he canes her tits. 

He fucks her face. Turns up the lush. The rougher he goes the higher it’s turned up. But, she can barely catch her breath so she forgets herself and tries to push him off using her hands. She regrets it almost immediately. He stops the lush, and starts caning her tits. After 10 minutes of screaming, he resumes fucking her face. This time her hands remain totally limp no matter how brutal he is.

She starts to spend hours every day wearing the hood. Sometimes, he makes her kneel and suck him when he is working. Other times, he just leaves her in the corner. If he feels particularly sadistic he attaches painful clamps to her nipples. She isn’t able to take them off because she can’t use her hands and she can't say anything about it. All she can do is suffer and wait.

He trains her that anytime the hood is presented to her she has to put it on. If she does it quickly and enthusiastically she is rewarded. If there is hesitation, she is punished.

Her mind starts playing tricks on her. Putting the hood on really makes her hands go limp. She no longer can move them. She can no longer utter a word. She forgets how to walk. The hood transforms her. When she isn’t wearing the hood their life is normal. 

One day she invites a couple of her friends from work over. He is helping to prepare dinner. When they are all seated he brings out all the plates. Everyone starts to eat and converse. He slips out to the kitchen. 

He brings the last course out. She raises her head and looks shocked. The plate he is carrying has only one item on it. The hood. He presents it to her. Conversation stops, people look at it in puzzlement. She’s panicking. Here in front of her friends? She experiences something incredible, like an out of body experience. She is frozen in place, but her hand, acting like it is a totally separate entity, reaches for the hood...