Sensory Deprivation- A Forced Shutdown
The quieter you become, the more you can hear…
I’m not sure I can explain just how much I adore having a restrained, immobile, helpless body at my feet….but I’ll try.
It’s well known that sensory deprivation has been used as a method of torture by the military for a long time. Long-term sensory deprivation is known to cause physical and mental exhaustion, anxiety, depression and even hallucinations.
However, (bear with me) and this is the crux of the matter, short-term sessions of sensory deprivation are incredibly beneficial, relaxing and similar to meditation. It can have the same effect on the brain as some anti-anxiety drugs; I am aware that this sounds like a sadist trying to convince a submissive to hand themselves over to my latex-gloved hands, but nothing says ‘mutually beneficial’ like a thorough SD session.
Give yourself freely to me. Allow me to remove you from all external stimuli. Allow your mind to slow down, be free from distraction, become untethered to your body, and enter sub space* (of which more later). Experience a purer sense of being. Dormant creativity can be reignited. Stagnant areas of your brain will be kick started into action.
There are different modus operandi I like to employ. I may place subs in a leather body bag, complete with a hood of my choice (with breath restricting capability if I feel that is necessary). I may choose to play music; I may not. I may leave the sub immobile for an unspecified period of time. (Being ignored is a gift that only the finest Dommes can bestow correctly).
Sometimes mummification may be required, which renders even the most fidgety sub completely prone. I love to use cling film. Very satisfying. I decide which body parts are left unwrapped for me to torment.
Occasionally I will suspend the sub, after firmly securing the leather straps. A hood will be worn.
You may of course be strapped to the rotating St Andrew’s cross (few things give me more pleasure in life than seeing an inverted, naked sub). *Sub space occurs when a slave has completely given control to me. I have broken them down as much as I want to. They do not exist as anything other than in relation to me. The real world ceases to matter or even exist as a tangible entity. Sub space is an intense place to be, and can take some time to come out of after a session. You may feel light-headed and disorientated. You may be lucky enough to find yourself there if you’re brave enough to enter my chamber. Manchester Mistress Natasha Poole©