Author's Note

Ms. Emerald Trotter's POV

To don the Hood: 5

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I had picked up the curious looking hood out of the package we brought home from the SPA. Since the lips on the otherwise clear hood are green, I chose to assume it was mine. Why else are the lips a clear Emerald green?

Now I hold up the clear rubber hood before me for a moment, pondering how to slip it on side it had clearly been intended for me. Then it hit me, I had to slip the tube in between my lips and into my mouth and swallow it as far as it went, before I could slip the rest of the hood over my face and down to my neck. since I had already had it on my face once, I figured it couldn’t be all that bad. Besides; if it is responsible for all the joy, the way I had imagined, it couldn’t be all that bad and should prove worth the effort of donning.

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Of course, there is a surprise awaiting me at the instant I was about to follow through with the plan I had in mind. The first thing to occur to me is that the tip of the tube instantly caused my lips to contract, then I realized that it slipped in effortlessly. I am entirely incapable of preventing it enter between my tight lips. The tube slides in inch by inch on its own, as if it had a mind of its own. As I momentarily tried to pull back, it was far too weak a pull. Only then I noticed how it covers my lips and inside my mouth, giving me the feel as if my lips and mouth are made out of solid rubber. I tried to pull harder, but it is already too late now. Not that I could have been incapable to undon it afterwards?

I changed my mind and guided the hood over my face, feeling the effect of the clear rubber overtake the skin inch by inch upon the instant of contact. In the end, I had donned the rubber hood in a matter of minutes. Of course, it isn’t just the tube that is covered with gel and lubricated, the inside of the entire hood is just as slippery. Then it is holding the hood securely in place. I couldn’t find the rim of the rubber covering my face. My head is now a slippery rubber from my neck and up.

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By this point, my eyes are closed right and I can see nothing. It is the effect the hood has on me. With that I sit down on the top of my bed, slipping my feet in and lie down.

I had never truly explored the hood, or the effects it had upon me in any manner. Now is the time, even if I fear one particular effect on me may take over all else as I feel the excitement rice in me before I came once, twice and thrice. Only then I did not stop coming. Hard and fast. Both harder and faster than I though myself capable of. The excitement feels good; even if it may be an echo of what I had felt before, when I had been pushed to the brink and made to peak completely.

Just like then, I had left myself absolutely incapable to climax, for as long as I keep this hood on. I never realized this before, and I am too excited to contemplate it now.

Even if my body isn’t a rubber doll now; I feel my orchid wet, hot and utterly erect. As much as the orchid is expected and totally natural. I don’t feel the contraction of any of my orifices; since I have not laid a finger on them yet.

My cherries and the pads on the tips of my fingers are equally hot, wet and erect. The effect had transferred to my lips, just the same as it is to my orchid; I guess I had been expecting it all along. Naturally, the palms of my hands are all warm and wet too, now. There is no way of escaping the effect, more than I could ignore the sensitivity.

As opposed to at the SPA, I am still flesh and blood, free to move and explore myself as far as I could imagine.

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“Ooooh!” I moaned through barely parted lips.

“Just how many times could I come? How long will it last?” I asked myself, knowing there was none to answer my questions.

I could as well explore what I had willingly exposed myself to. Not that I had not worn the hood before, but that was as the rubber doll I had been back then. Besides; it wasn’t my hand’s puling it up over my head back then, either.

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I placed the palms of my hands on my cheeks, feeling the solid rubber and the slippery gel glued permanently to the hood by Aloe. Slipping the pads over the surface, feeling the slippery and sleek rubber skin as I did.

There is a surprise behind the next corner as I was pulling my hands off of my face, I feel the gel half by half sticking to the wet pads and suction cups of my palms, and in extension the wetness. It is almost as if the adhesive tried to reach through the lubrication covering my entire face. The effect affected the skin of my face as well.

Until I had pulled hard enough to overcome the effect, I could feel the tug tease the sensitivity of my pads. I could only continue to experiment on just how much I could pull, feeling the effect stronger the more I pulled back. Only then the grip broke of with a snap and the sensational backlash as with a whip, only like a temporary tingle in the entire pads, lasting but the half a second.

I almost screamed, but had to make due with a sigh as response; since my lips refused to react as if my head had been moulded out of stiff rubber.

As the inability to scream sank in I had to prod on and explore my face further. Mainly my muzzle and the mouth more explicitly. Then I placed the nail of my right index finger on my lower lip, only to find my lips contract and seal tightly. Pressing my finger feels as if the lips of a rubber doll, solid, yet exceptionally elastic. Pressing the advantage led to the realization that I am absolutely incapable to prevent the finger to slip in, just as I am just not going to manage to push it out after it had slipped into my mouth. Just as my lips, the interior of my mouth contracts firmly around the solid nail and then the pad and the rest of my finger as far as I could push it in.

Feeling the coarse rubber of the lip under the wet pad only teased me further as I feel the sensation of pushing the finger in. Aside from the tightness, it is almost as if I feel the finger being pulled in. I give the finger a tentative tug, only to find it being pulled inwards. The sensations and experience elicited strange, yet exciting feelings as I kept tugging at the finger. Only then it slipped out, with a train of wetness and internal lubrication momentarily.

This time I slip in four fingers and pull them up and down in an effort to see if I could open my mouth. The dilation is an obvious effect. At this point; I start to pull out with my fingers bend behind my lips, only to feel the rubber of my muzzle stretched as I pulled. Once I let go, I felt the muzzle instantly pull back and bounced several times and slowly coming to a rest after a few moments.

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Since I can’t open my eyes; as exciting as it may be and keeping any visual distractions out of the way, I wanted to see the room for a moment. I place my right hand over my face and place a finger on each of my eyelids, before I tentatively pull my hand up. If I am surprised or not, but I feel the rubber of my eyelids pulling up with my fingers and the image of the room slowly focusing before me.

With the right hand on my forehead, I scan the room for what I had in mind, the item I was looking for. I found the bag in which the items had been gathered at the SPA, and the rear tube is apparently among the items in the bag.

I pull the clear rubber tube out of the bag, looking critically at the flimsy clear rubber glistering eagerly and aggressively in the light. The glistering is about as much as I could truly claim that I had seen of the item.

Once I have the item in mind in my left hand, I carefully kick the bag in under my bed and raise to my hooves and insert the tube with uttermost care. Just to make certain I had slipped it in from the right end and that nothing else was wrong. As I had made sure it had slipped in correctly I let go of the rubber object or toy.

Now I slowly and carefully sit down on the top of my bed, and then let go of my head and eyelids. Only to realize that the effect of that glued on gel still is in full effect. I guess I can’t escape it, but it is exciting in its own way.

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As the fingers of my right hand slipped out, I incidentally compensated my pushing the left hand harder, only to find the hand slip in. Once I realized what happened it was already too late. My hand had balled up in a fist, which is exactly what prevented me from slipping it out unaided.

With every minute I keep that hood on, I grew weaker from the exertion originating from coming and to be exceedingly excited.

First I gave my hand a tentative tug, but to no avail; the hand refused to come out. The only effect it had is to let on just how stuck my hand is as the fist stretch the fully contracted rear pinching muscle, stretching it further the more effort I put into it, but never permitted me to pull free.

The second effect is that I feel the elastic rubber and tease myself. The more I strained myself, the more the effect hit me. I could find no way around it.

Only once I inserted the fingers of my free right hand, did I manage to pull the hand free.

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I had managed to turn around and ended up on my back. Only then I succumbed to the excitement and left my arms along by body, where they merely stay limply.

Now I had teased myself enough for now. Although I still keep coming no end, and there is nothing I could do about it. Not so long as that hood remains on my head and covering my face.

Just that the state had grown on me to the point where it had slipped my mind. Had I managed to focus on it, would I still have been strong enough to pull the rubber off of my head now?

Knowing that it can be hard enough to pull the hood of by yourself in the first place, even before you have had it on for a prolonged period of time. How long had I been wearing it in the first place? Was it ten minutes, an hour or more?