Monique's Story
Hi
there,
My
name is Monique and I’m going to tell you some things about myself.
First of all, I am excited about being on this web page.
It gives me the opportunity to share with you the reason why I dress like
I do and why I am wearing a mask.
Five
years ago I was involved in a terrible car crash that left me hospitalized for
sixteen months. My head had gone
through the windshield and my face was severely gashed and deformed.
The doctors told me that I would have to undergo several years of
reconstructive surgery to correct the injuries.
This was devastating news because I was right at the peak of a great
modeling career and was enjoying huge success.
It took all the courage I could muster just to look
in the mirror and I wondered if I could ever go out in public again.
I remained secluded in the house and even ordered my groceries delivered
and put outside my door. Except for
trips to the doctor or hospital for surgery,
I don’t believe I went outside more that six or eight times over the
next year and only then at night.
It
was the last week in October and I was really getting “cabin fever.” Then I saw a piece on the evening news about Halloween and
got an idea. I dug an old costume
out of the closet and decided that this was my chance to disguise myself and go
out and have a good time. I
want to mention that my friends were very sympathetic and kind but they
gradually stayed away from me, only calling occasionally on the phone. I can’t say that I blame them.
It was either too much of a shock for them or being with me would cramp
their style.
Anyway,
it was October 31. Halloween.
I decided to dress up in my witch’s costume, wear the usual grotesque
witch mask and go to a local club for their party.
I
was having a great time at the party when I noticed a couple dressed in what
some might call “kinky” outfits. The
girl had on a mask and she looked fantastic.
She got attention from everyone and was the center of attraction. That gave me the idea.
The
very next day I took one of my white leather coats out to the closet and began
taking it apart. Piece by piece and
through trial and error I measured, cut, stitched and sewed a mask that covered
my head. It took several long days
to complete the project but the results were absolutely astonishing. The mask fit me like a glove.
To make it fit tight I put eyelets in the back and used lacing to fasten
it on my head. Then I added buckles to make sure it would remain in place even
if something happened to the lacing. The mask covered my entire head like a
helmet and continued down the neck and on to my collarbone.
My hair protruded through a sort of leather tube located on the back of
the head.
Although
the mask looked great it was a little uncomfortable.
I knew if I were to force myself to wear it for an extended period of
time it would take the shape of my head and would become just like a second
skin. Since I wasn’t going out of
the house without wearing it, I decided to put it on and just see how long I
could take the discomfort. After
about twelve hours, I almost couldn’t feel the mask and that’s when I really
got excited.
I
slept in my mask that night. It was
only for about five hours but when I awoke, I felt totally rested as if I had
gotten a full nights sleep. It was
amazing!
Since
I didn’t want to push things too fast, I decided to spend the rest of the week
getting used to wearing my mask, clean up the house and gradually get back into
normal activities. I wanted to
slowly see just what the public reaction was going to be to my being masked so I
decided to go for a walk along the beach. It
was kind of chilly so I put on a white body suit, boots, gloves and a cape and
headed to the water’s edge.
I
ran into a few people and every one of them commented on my clothing.
They said I was not only attractive but my outfit was very appropriate
for such a cool day. They all told
me that the mask was a super addition and their comments were all favorable.
This really gave me the confidence that I needed.
Then I wanted to have an impromptu party and invite all my old friends so I made up a list and got busy calling them on the phone. Almost all of them showed up and the party was a huge success. An interesting point is that not only were my friends totally comfortable being with me, they were a lot more open. They told me things that I’m sure they never would have revealed if I were not masked.
I now know that a mask has power. People are not afraid to tell me their deep dark secrets and I think it’s because they relate only to my “beingness”, not my ego. The mask opened up a whole new communication between me and those I encounter and, strange as it may seem, I now feel more comfortable and “alive” than ever before in my life. I wear a mask almost all the time now, even though it’s been quite a while since my surgery was completed.
I have many masks, all different colors but all of them are full cover. I also have lots of sexy, wild outfits to wear with my masks. My face, in my opinion, is even more attractive than before the accident but the magic of wearing a mask is more wondrous than I could have ever imagined. People now accept the “inner me” for what I truly am and are not confused or attracted by facial beauty. Sensual and sexual feelings that I never knew existed are brought forth when I am masked. It’s a deep, almost overwhelming urge to love that springs from some unknown place inside me.
Interestingly
enough, those who are around me also feel this powerful sensation.
I have been able to “see” beyond appearances and have learned to love
for the sake of loving. To me, work
is now play and play brings joy and happiness into my life.
Besides, it’s fun!
I’m
now looking for “Mr. Right.” The
only requirement is that he must accept that I’ll be wearing a mask and our
relationship will develop with that condition.
If you think you’re the one, don’t ask or tell me to remove my mask
for you because that would be a mistake. Learn
to love and play with the Real Me and I know you’ll be pleasantly surprised
and happy with the outcome. We’ll
have a lot of fun!
I
have a lot more experiences to write about and want to tell you about them.
Maybe I’ll have more to say about my masking now that I’m on a web
page.
Love,
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