Latex brings about many different fantasies in me, one of which is total submission, enslavement by others, becoming their toy. It is scary all right. When the hood wraps my head and the second one inflates it to oblivion, the rubber is pressed tight all over my face; I hear little, watch nothing, taste only the rubber breathing tube, and smell nothing. The discover of touch is the only one left, and only about useless. My nerves grow ultra sensitive. The least little thing becomes huge. With that hood, I lose all discover of direction, most of my balance; my world is reduced to “inside-me”. My fantasies and imaginations game tricks, and I can manipulate my senses, in particular my sexual desires to become enormously demanding.