(42) Latex hood.

Jen picked up the latex hood. It was emitting a lustful aura on its own. The light reflections on the material were obscure, yet deep. There were only two holes — for her nostrils. No talking and no seeing. Peeking into the neck opening was like peeking into a portal to another dimension. The latex smell was overwhelming. No one in their right mind would ever wear this hood in a situation like hers. But it was pretty clear that the fascination and the whispers in her head were doing their job.

"You love the look and you love the smell, don't you? Well, aren't you lucky to put your hand onto a treasure like this one?"

Jen's thumb swiped sidewards.

"That's what I've been doing. I've been scrolling on my phone and this was just one of the images. I remember that, but... This is not what they sell on the web. It's a complicated latex masterpiece."

"And not trying it is a disrespect to the maker and to your own desire."

Jen looked around.

"Uhm... Just trying! Also, YOLO!" — the decision was not even the big deal. The very process was, and now the nearing circle of blackness has captured all of her attention.

The collar's design was also very impressive. It consisted of golden hinges that would contract upon closure to become a single textured ornament. Jen held it tightly as her head slowly dove into the abyss.

It was rather spacey inside, and the girl had no trouble finding the nostrils and the mouthpiece.

"Mouthpiece?"

With nothing better to do, she let it past her teeth and sucked on it. Just a round rubber extension to the hood. She thought she was missing the big picture until instead of holding the collar apart, she tried to push it together. The hinges moved slightly. Following a wave of excitement from this discovery, she pushed harder and felt the collar snap together!

"Wait. I can't even see in it! How do I know where I'm going?"

"Listen to your heart, then."

Jen tried to pull the collar open, but was unsuccessful, while the hood began a game of its own. It started inflating inwards rapidly, pressuring her face into its perfectly-tailored features. Whichever sounds were coming from the nostrils were no longer audible. The mouthpiece has inflated as well, pushing her mouth wide open and stopping when the girl started to worry about the integrity of her jaws. She was blind, deaf and mute, but at least the smell and feel of latex were not going anywhere.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god... Am I supposed to stay like this? Can I not just take it off?"

Jen did not even hear her own grunts as she tugged on the unyielding collar. Her neck was not bending anymore, not like it mattered where her useless eyes were directed.