Robyn's Story
Hi,
Thank
you for visiting my website. If you
are interested in masking, you will probably enjoy yourself very much. Read on.
Yes, I absolutely love wearing masks. How I got started is, I believe, very unusual. When I was seventeen years old I wanted to start going out to teen clubs and hang out with my friends and meet new ones. But, my mother was very strict and wouldn’t allow me to go anywhere, except the movies, unless she was along.
Mother’s
sister, my Aunt Kathy, would often invite me to spend the weekend with her at
her home in the suburbs and mother had no objections to my spending time with my
Aunt. Kathy was my favorite relative and I shared many secrets with her.
She would always seem to understand and helped me through many difficult
situations so when I explained to her that I really wanted to get out and
socialize, she said she could help. But,
she made me promise to follow her instructions completely and, if for any
reason, I wanted to stop doing what she suggested, we would forget about it
forever. I agreed.
Aunt
Kathy took some measurements around my head and told me to be sure and visit her
the next weekend. All week long I
felt a sort of excitement because Kathy always had the solution to everything.
Friday afternoon, just after school was out, I packed a few things and headed for her home.
When
I walked through the door I could tell by the expression on her face that she
had a surprise for me. She told me
not to get too excited because I would have to stay at her house that night but
I could absolutely count on going out by myself on Saturday.
She told me to sit down in front of a big mirror, close my eyes, and not
open them until she said it was OK.
The
first thing that I experienced was the smell of leather, then Kathy fitted the
leather over my head and face, all the while telling me not to open my eyes.
I could feel her holding my long ponytail high up while lacing a leather
mask down the back of my head and neck. After
she finished lacing it tightly on my head, I could feel her fastening straps
with buckles in the back. The smell
of the leather and the tight mask made me feel strange but there was a sense of
well being which comes with enclosure.
Then
she told me to hold my chin upwards and I felt a high collar being placed around
my neck and over the leather that was already secured on my head.
Sounds of metal and little clicking noises told me that somehow the
masked was being locked. Then Kathy
said I could open my eyes.
The sight of myself in the mirror in a black full leather head mask was almost overwhelming. There were two narrow slits for eye openings, two breathing holes in the nose, and an opening for my mouth with only my lips and lipstick showing.
The leather collar went from the top of my neck down and followed the
curve of the base of my neck down to my shoulders.
From there, the leather formed a “V” into my cleavage.
This, of course accentuated my already ample breasts almost to the point
where they appeared too big. I soon
discovered that Kathy had actually locked the mask on my head with padlocks and
there was no way to remove the mask or collar without the keys.
In
a very real sense, it was sort of exciting being a prisoner of the mask but as
Kathy explained, it was really my ticket to freedom.
I no longer had a past history or any ties to my “ego self” and I was
free to become a new person. So in
a sense, I was UNMASKING my REAL self. Kathy
suggested I give my new self a new name and I selected Robyn.
Kathy gave me a few minutes to get used to the idea of being a new person while she went into the kitchen. When she came out, she had a pan of warm water which she sponged onto my mask and collar. She explained that when the leather dried it would fit me perfectly and I would hardly even notice that I had it on. Also she said that I would have to keep the mask on all night while I was sleeping and all the next day to allow the leather to dry and for me to get used to the mask.
She then told me that the next day we would go out in public
and I would wear the mask. Then, I
would be allowed to go out that night, but I must first get totally used to
being in a mask so it would feel completely natural.
That night I had trouble getting to sleep. There was a kind of sensual thrill that I felt, especially when I would lightly touch and move my hands over my mask. Also, I was really getting used to being Robyn. Imagine, being a new person! Not that I was unhappy with my usual self but in many ways I could see that my expression was hampered in many ways.
I also figured out that I could possibly get myself into trouble unless I was careful with my behavior. In spite of the overwhelming excitement, I managed to drift off to sleep and awoke just before noon. Never before have I slept so soundly.
At first I didn’t even realize that I was still wearing a mask. It was only when I went into the kitchen, sat down at the table and started to drink my coffee that I felt a slight restriction when I opened my mouth. I put the coffee down, rushed into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and burst into laughter. That same rush that I had felt the night before surged through my body and I just stood there and gazed at Robyn, mysterious Robyn. I rushed back into the kitchen where Kathy was grinning from ear to ear and gave her a big hug.
We had our coffee while I talked on and on about my
feelings and my new identity, as well as the fact that she trusted that I would
use my new identity in a wise manner and I would never tell my mother.
Kathy said that before I ventured out by myself in my mask that perhaps I should spend the day with her, running some errands and maybe just walking around town. I thought that was a super idea and couldn’t wait to get started. Kathy checked my mask to make sure that the lacings were still tight and the buckles were securely fastened. Also, she said we were going to leave the keys to the locks at home so I would not be able to
remove my mask under
any circumstances.
That didn’t bother me at all because I did not have any intentions of
taking my mask off for anybody or anything.
I was Robyn, mask and all!
Next, I had to decide what to wear with my new identity. I didn’t want to wear any of the clothes that I had brought to Kathy’s. My wonderful Aunt saved the day. She had thought of everything and had several new outfits for me. I chose a black pullover crew neck top that fit my rather large breasts and was tight around my small waist. The neck fit nice and smooth under the collar of my mask and, I must say, I looked incredibly sexy.
Kathy had bought me black leather jeans and a pair of high heeled boots that came just over the knee. To complete the outfit, there was a pair of leather gloves and a wide leather belt. When I tried on the complete outfit, I was astonished. I was the sexiest human being I had ever seen! Everything skin tight with complete coverup except for my mouth and eyes.
Never before had I been allowed to wear anything that was form fitting
and even I didn’t realize just what an incredibly outstanding shape I have.
No question about it, no one could possibly recognize me - not even my
own mother.
Kathy had another surprise for me. She said that if I ran into someone I knew, the only possible clue to my identity would be my voice. So she pulled out a black leather mouthcover that went across the mouth and fastened behind the neck with one strap and another strap that went higher up and buckled behind the head. The mouth cover had several holes across the lips so I could talk but the voice was different.
She also had a sexy pair of tinted goggles that I could use
to protect my eyes from the sun, wind and dust if I needed them.
I probably wouldn’t need the mouthcover and goggles that day but I
decided to bring them along just in case.
While
Kathy was getting ready to go I put on the goggles and mouth cover just to see
how I would look and feel. I looked
great and the feeling was sensational. Aunt
Kathy came out, saw me, and I think even she was shocked.
She said she knew that Robyn was going to be a hit.
We got into the car, Kathy driving and me in my complete outfit.
I just craved to experience what it felt like being out in public in such
bizarre clothing.
Our first stop was at the grocery and just as I had taken off my goggles and was beginning to unbuckle the mouthcover, we got out of the car and I noticed a group of people walking toward us. Several of them were boys that I knew from school and I quickly rebuckled the mouthcover as tight as I could. As they got close they made comments like, “Cool,” “Yes!” and “Dynamite.” One of the guys was a classmate of mine.
He was very good looking but had never paid much attention to me except to chat during lunchtime. Until now! He stopped and said that he had to know who I was. I told him that my name was Robyn and he insisted that I give him the opportunity to see me again. I said that I would be in the park that evening enjoying the sunset and that he may join me if he wished. He was thrilled and offered to take me to dinner afterward and maybe a movie later. I told him I would meet him in the park and we would have to see about anything else.
I actually wanted to
talk more with him but Kathy wanted to get going so we departed.
It was only then that I realized that not only was I completely masked,
but I was still wearing the mouthcover. Thank
goodness for the mouthcover because, without it, my classmate may have possibly
recognized my voice.
The rest of the afternoon was spent going to a museum, walking in the park, and going shopping. There were no problems anywhere but I was a little nervous at first when we went into stores because I was afraid that the clerks might think I was a robber. So, I asked one of the cashiers if she got nervous when she saw me and laughed out loud. She said she certainly noticed me, as everyone did, but soon realized that if, in fact I was a robber, I would be the easiest crook in the world to catch because of my sexy outfit.
Lots of people stopped to talk with me that day. Almost all of them complimented me on my outfit although not one of them specifically mentioned my being masked as the reason for their attention. The only questions about the mask were to ask where I had bought such a beautiful and practical garment and where they could get one. I said that it was custom made and they marveled at the perfect skin-tight fit.
Many of them wanted to feel the leather and I allowed them to touch my masked face. There were several comments about the “neat” locks and the excellent workmanship on the mask and collar.
It amazes me that anyone will think of any excuse to talk with me when I am masked. People of all types came up to me to talk and I quickly found out that they could not tell my age. Some thought I was in my early twenties, some guessed thirties, and others accurately said late teens. I never admitted to any age because that is part of the mystery of the mask. I soon learned the importance of locking the mask and collar.
Several people asked if I would take off my mask so they could see what my face looked like. I simply told and showed them that it was locked on and I had left the key at home because I did not want to remove it under any circumstances. One guy even offered to pay me to take it off just so he could see what I looked like.
People
just love the mystery and to take off the mask would ruin the whole purpose.
Doris’ husband’s eyes were glued on me from the moment he saw me and I could see that they were whispering to each other as they approached. Did they recognize me? God, I hope not! I decided to speak to them first. Thank goodness I had my mouthcover fastened to disguise my voice because they would have spotted my accent in a second.
As we got close I said, “Excuse me but could you tell me where the park is located?” Doris and her husband both started to answer at the same time which resulted in them laughing at each other. Mike told me how to get to the park and I know he was dragging out the explanation to buy time for looking me over.
Doris asked if I was new to the area and I said that I was. We chatted for about another fifteen minutes before Doris finally got around to asking about my mask. She wanted to know if I wore it strictly for enjoyment or if I had some “thing” about people seeing my face.
Because by that time I really was totally enjoying my experience, I answered that I wore my mask completely for my own pleasure. Doris then said that she, too, loved to cover her body and I can now recall that most every time I saw her, she was wearing long pants and a long sleeve top with gloves.
Then she said that she loved the look of my mask and she might like to have one of her own. Then she told me about the “beautiful girl” who lived next door to her who would look great in the outfit I was wearing! She said that we would get along super together and that I must be beautiful too and to some extent, wearing a mask for protection against sun and windburn as well as it being the perfect accessory to my outfit. Little did she know that the mask was the outfit and everything else was an accessory.
They invited me to an outdoor barbecue the next weekend. I told them that I would think it over and give them a call if I could come. I also said that I would try to make it and asked if I should wear my mask. They replied in unison, “Of course! You’re a very interesting and exciting person and the girl next door might learn a great deal from being around you. She’s very conservative.”
I thanked them and said I might have to decline the
invitation to the barbecue because of another commitment but it was good meeting
them and they could rest assured that the girl next door would definitely become
my friend. We said goodbye, but not before Mike had given me their address and
phone number in case I would consider coming over to visit and meet the girl
next door! Ha!
The
rest of the afternoon was marvelous. I
gained confidence that I never knew I had and soon learned that being Robyn
would become very important to me. After
about two hours in public I completely forgot that I was even wearing a full
cover mask and it was only brought to my attention when someone complimented me
on it or asked to look at it a little closer or touch it.
Another thing was that almost everyone touched and jiggled the locks.
That afternoon was probably one of the most significant of my life. I knew that I would never be the same person again. I knew that in my mask I could change anything in my life and express myself without any fear of repercussion from friends or family. I also found out that wearing a mask seems to make me more aware of my environment and I can think more clearly. I almost have a higher sense of who I am and what I am with a wonderful ability to see people, places and things for what they are rather than what they appear to be.
I know that wearing a mask is
not for everyone but it sure has its place in my life.
I have had many wonderful experiences since that first day and I want to
share them with you. But that will
have to wait till I have more time to write them out.
Oh,
you’re probably wondering what happened with my date in the park. That will have to be for chapter two. I have to shower, wash
my long blond hair and change into a fresh mask before bed because I have been
wearing this one for several days now. Besides, I want to wear a different color
to match some new outfits.
Hmm,
let's see. I think I’ll wear my
white mask with built-on eyepieces that locks to the white collar. God, I get excited just thinking about it!
Much
Love,
Robyn
Here is the continuation of Robyn's story
Why I am almost always masked
By Robyn
I think it’s about time that I shared with you one of the main reasons I almost always wear a mask. I may have mentioned before that my parents are very prominent national figures. I can’t say more about that because to reveal their identity would compromise my agreement with them. They are wonderful people and I wouldn’t want to do anything that would disturb their way of life.
If you read my story, you know that my Aunt Kathy made my first mask for me and allowed me to experience the freedom of "being myself" for the first time. You also know that I loved the experience of anonymity from the very first time I went out in public wearing a mask. It represented a freedom that I had not known before that time. I had always had to wear very conservative clothes, little makeup and a conservative hairdo. I was not allowed to wear anything that might be considered sexy, provocative or risqué because it might be detrimental to my Father’s career. I completely understood that reasoning but I always longed to be like the models you might see in the Fredrick’s of Hollywood catalog. I had been born with what some might call natural beauty, silky blonde hair, a great figure, blue/green eyes and a classic face. In short, I attracted a lot of attention no matter how conservatively I dressed but I wanted to use what God had given me. I wanted to be somewhat outrageous and have fun with it.
So, when my aunt came up with the solution I was not only grateful to her, I was ecstatic about being able to express my sexuality without fear of hurting my parents. Does that make sense to you? Being inside a mask was like being in front of a television set. I get to see everything that is going on around me and I can react or respond any way I like without any repercussions from anyone. The eye slits are like little windows allowing me to see what is going on around me, and it’s like no one knows what I’m thinking or feeling. When I don’t want to answer questions or make comments I simply add a mouth cover or gag to my mask. Because my eyes are very sensitive to the sun, wind and harsh weather, I often wear goggles with my masks, mainly for protection. Tinted goggles also prevent others from seeing my eyes so, at times, I wear them solely for that purpose. Having my head completely enclosed also just plain feels soooo good.
Well, back to the story. One Saturday my Father had his annual barbeque at our home for many of his friends and associates. He always wanted me to attend a lot of his social functions, mainly because I am a good conversationalist and people usually enjoy talking with me. That year I felt like I wanted to dress somewhat sexy so I sort of ignored the conservative wardrobe and wore what I thought was sexy but not revealing. I had forgotten that it was the same outfit that I had worn that night I had the date with Jim except without the mask. I had no idea why my Father stared at me all afternoon and I just kept socializing with the guests, which was my main duty at this type of event.
Later that evening he asked me to come into the library to talk. This wasn’t unusual because we always had our talks there and they were always pleasant. We sat down with a cup of coffee and he said he had a question for me. He asked me if I had ever been to the restaurant that Jim and I had our date. I had never before lied to my Father and I didn’t want to start now so I answered, "Yes." Then he asked if I had ever seen him and my mother when I was in the restaurant. A feeling of fear went through my body that I had never before experienced but I had to answer, "Yes." Somehow, I knew what the next question was going to be but I still knew that I had to be truthful. Then he asked the blockbuster, if I was the girl wearing the mask. I again answered, "Yes."
Then I told him the story of how Aunt Kathy started me wearing a mask and how much I enjoyed going out in public dressed somewhat flashy when no one knew who I was. I think he really understood my feelings because he came over and hugged me and told me that everything was all right. Then he said that we would be able to work this situation out and I would still be able to have my fun. We talked about his social and business situation and I told him that I completely understood how the whole family affected his status. He also told me that he was "twitterpated" when he saw me in the restaurant and couldn’t get me out of his mind but, at that time, he had no idea who I was. He aid the mask was a perfect disguise and he had no problem with me "being myself" as long as I wore a mask that kept my identity a total secret.
So we arrived at a solution. I would move into a condo, which he owned, and he would furnish me with quite a large sum of money every month from my trust. If this sounds like my Father is wealthy, he is. But I also have invested for years and have built up a nice bank account of my own. This arrangement has worked out very well because I can do most of my business right out of the condo and it allows me the freedom to socialize and travel anywhere I care to go. The only requirement is that I wear a mask in public and when I am in any situation that might compromise my ’s position. This means that I am most always masked. I cannot reveal my face to anyone who might recognize me and connect me with my Father. That means even to the Mask Me girls. So you see, in order for me to "be myself" and still respect my family’s position, I HAVE to wear a mask and I usually have to lock it on my head. Besides, I really like it. Remember, I was wearing masks before my Father even knew about the situation. At first, he had a couple of his "men" follow me and check to see if I took my mask off when I was in public and if it was locked on my head. I would see them occasionally but would never speak to them or let them know that I recognized them. After a few months though, I told him that it wasn’t necessary and the men suddenly disappeared. I would have loved to go up to them and messed with their heads but, in a way, I’m glad I didn’t do it.
Many of our members have asked for photos of us putting on our masks. I’m going to shoot some pictures this week of Danaea putting a mask on me but she will not be able to see my face. Then I’ll put a mask on her but it will be her decision whether or not she wants any of her face to be shown. Anyway, back to the story.
At first it was kind of difficult to get used to masking when I knew that my parents were aware of it. But, it felt so good to be enclosed and locked in a tight leather mask without having to hide the situation from my Father. Yes, my Father insisted that I always lock my mask on my head when I am with other people. Several times he and I met in a park "accidentally" to talk. Usually I was wearing a hooded coat so only the face part of my mask was showing and I normally wore goggles with dark lenses over my mask so there was no chance of my being recognized. He asked about how other people reacted to my mask and I would always reply by asking him how he was reacting! He would usually laugh and say he didn’t want to talk about it. Actually, he was pretty cool about the whole thing. We sat on a bench where we would not be seen and he would always leave first. I would wait about five minutes and then leave. It worked out very well. Whenever I attended one of his parties or a family gathering I would dress very conservatively and go unmasked. It was at times like this that we really got to talk about our lives but we never mentioned my masked identity. The times when we get together and I am not masked are getting fewer and fewer.
I am so used to being masked I actually feel uncomfortable without one. I especially enjoy a tight fitting leather mask that is laced, buckled and has locks on it so it can’t be removed without keys for the locks. Some of my masks have chains on them to make them even more secure. I love the feel of a heavy leather mask with a high heavy leather collar. When I wear them I usually have to have help in fastening it on my head. So I place the mask over my head and then call a friend to lace it up, fasten the buckles and then secure the locks. Of course I never tell anyone where the keys to the locks are. I don’t want any other person to be able to unlock my mask without my permission. I also like narrow eye slits because I have aqua colored eyes with long eyelashes and I like having only my eyes showing through my mask and not much skin. I also like a small mouth opening that only shows my lips. Some of my masks have rather large mouth openings and I often wear a mouth cover that covers my whole mouth. Some of my mouth covers have a small opening and a flap that can be buckled over the opening. That works very well in the winter time when I really enjoy being totally enclosed. Since I don’t like to remove any part of my mask to eat or talk, the flap lets me do so without unbuckling the harness that holds the mouth cover in place.
People have asked me about my "romantic" life. Well, I especially like guys who like masked girls. When I meet someone who tells me that he really likes my mask, I am automatically attracted to him. It’s even better if he does not ask me to take my mask off. So many men want me to take my mask off so they can see my face and I have to tell them that I won’t do it. It’s not a personal thing but they sometimes have a hard time understanding it. The man who says that he loves my mask is the man I am interested in establishing a relationship with, especially if my mask is sexually exciting to him. You see, wearing a mask is a big turn-on for me and the guy who is also turned on is my kind of person. Even if I didn’t have to wear a mask because of my family, I would wear one anyway.
How about my Mother? Well, she also likes the idea. I think she had always worried that I might somehow embarrass the family because I was always sort of "wild." Mom even came to one of my belly dance performances and loved it. She seemed so proud that the audience went crazy but she never did give my identity away. She even invited me to her table where she was entertaining several guests. It was really strange acting like we didn’t know each other.
My Belly Dancing takes me all over the world and I remain masked wherever I go. Actually, my Belly Dance clients prefer that I remain masked. It maintains the mystery of my performance and their customers stay mystified. The clients love to show their customers the locks on my masks and tell them that they have never seen my face. I guess it makes for good customer relations. No, I don’t belly dance necessarily for the money. I just love to do it. I took dance lessons before I started wearing masks and I can tell you that being masked greatly increases the intensity for me as well as the people who are watching.
So, can you understand why I cannot publish pictures without a mask? Sure. If you see me on the street or anywhere, come up and introduce yourself. Maybe we’ll have a cup of coffee or lunch. I love writing and talking with people, especially those who are members of Mask Me. Why? Because I know that Mask Me members are the type of people I want to be around. They really appreciate a masked woman!!!!
Robyn
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