That totally reminds me at the special training i got in Uncle Fred’s sex shop… only that He didn’t use an inflated hood but a blindfold. So i could clearly hear when any other customers entered his salesroom. But of course i still couldn’t tell whether it was He or my Daddy or someone else who was touching me or feeding me His big Cock…!
Being restrained like this would be another “special moment” for me. Firstly, to be hooded in an inflated hood and inflated mitts would serve to isolate me, but only in my mind. Because others were walking about, looking at me…..touching me…….and I would be helpless to know their identities or even gender. I would be stuck on my knees, butt impaled on a public thoroughfare, just a toy to be fondled and forgotten….and unable to move for who knows how long. I would be alone in a crowded room.
I wish that someone would put me in something like this looks like a lot of fun