## Experiment in helpless sensory deprivation

Post by charlie » Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:19 pm

Another friend of mine with an unusual and interesting story to tell. I hope you like it (I did!). -- charlie
Hi, my name is Pam and I've agreed to share the story of an unusual experiment that I tried. There's one naughty part near the end that makes in inappropriate for the main stories so that's why we're posting it under the "intimate" section.
It all started with a class I was taking in college that including a lot of coverage on people with physical disabilities and how these affect their lives. As part of the class, we did an "empathy" exercise, where the students tried giving up either their sight or their hearing for a few hours. For the "deaf" part, you had to put in the super-effective earplugs like jackhammer operators wear to protect their ears, then on top of that you had to put on a pair of sound blocking headphones. They didn't completely block out every last sound, but it was impossible to understand normal conversation, hear a person approaching on foot, or do most of the things that hearing people take for granted. For the "blind" part, you had to wear a big black sleep mask blindfold. We had really effective ones that fit close to the nose and went way down the cheeks so there was no way to peek.
Some students found it weird and scary, but I was completely fascinated. The whole idea of being more restricted and more helpless somehow excited me a lot. For safety, we worked with partners; each "blind" or "deaf" student would always be accompanied by a fully able student to make sure they didn't get into any dangerous situations (we were especially worried about car-pedestrian accidents or falls). I teamed up with a really sweet, gentle, and great looking guy in my class, which made it even more exciting for me. For the blindfolded part, we were both very comfortable with just holding hands as we went around campus. We had to be careful about curbs and steps, but it pretty much went as we expected. The deaf part was harder than I expected. We ended up getting a little notebook we could write in to get messages to the deaf person.
The story would have ended there, but after the class during the summer break I was talking about the experience with my family, which is my Mom and Dad, me, and Tara, my little sister, who at the time was about to start her senior year of high school. I told them about how it felt going around campus blindfolded, and then trying it with the earplugs and headphones.
I really wondered what it would like to have more significant physical limitations than these. What would it be like to have a healthy mind trapped in a body with both severe sensory and movement limitations? I wanted to try an experiment. Maybe I could spend a day blind, deaf, and with some kinds of restraints that would simulate a physical handicap as well. My parents listened to the idea and they were more supportive than I had expected. Mom is a nurse and she thought it would help me gain insight. Dad is an engineer and an always curious amateur scientist, and he was up for anything in the name of research. Tara giggled and told me I was weird, but she ended up very willing to help with my experiment too (a little too willing, as I found out)!
I had considered being gagged somehow so I couldn't speak. Tara thought that was a great idea and she offered to stuff my mouth with a big foam ball and then tape it shut. Thanks a lot, my dear little sister. This was one thing that Mom vetoed. She said we couldn't take any chances with me choking or not being able to breathe. Also, she wanted a reliable way for me to get her attention if I was in serious trouble or if I started to panic.
I also decided I didn't want to know ahead of time what my limitations would be. After all, people with real disabilities don't get to pick and choose; they like with whatever life deals them. Tara and Mom and Dad agreed they'd come up with plan that would be a surprise to me. The 4th of July holiday was about 10 days away, and none of us had to work and we didn't have any plans at all for the day, so that would be the day of what my family came to call "Pam's experiment".
When the day came, we had breakfast together, and Mom asked me if I was really sure I wanted to go through with this. Of course I was just boiling over with curiosity and excitement; I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Also, I knew I'd be completely safe, and if I was really in trouble or got into some kind of panic attack (not likely for my personality!), they'd let me out right away.
It was a really hot day and we didn't have air conditioning so Tara I had breakfast in just our nighties. They were really just long T-shirts, kind of on the sheer side, that hung down just a little above our knees. To try to stay cooler, we weren't wearing any underwear. My family was pretty casual about nudity within our own home, so the skimpy nightclothes weren't a big issue.
At the end of breakfast, Mom made sure I'd had enough to eat and drink. "If we go ahead with this, you won't be able to again for quite a while." Dad took a bag down the hall to my room. He said the nightie wouldn't do for the experiment and I should get dressed. He also told me that there was a bag on my dresser and once I was dressed I should open the bag and put on whatever was in it. We finished eating and Tara and I went to get dressed. I put on a short, bare midriff spaghetti strap top, bikini panties, and short shorts.
After I had dressed, I opened the bag and found a pair of earplugs and headphone ear protector. I put the earplugs in my ears and pressed them in very tightly. They just about put me in total silence. Then I put the headphones on too. As with the college experiment, I found that I couldn't understand someone taking to me, even when they talked loudly. I came back to the living room. My mother held up a note for me to read: "Go to the bathroom now, because pretty soon you won't be able to by yourself. Right now you are just deaf, but you are about to lose the use of your hands."
I went to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet I felt a strange, growing sexual excitement between my legs in anticipation of my upcoming helplessness. I finished, and noticed the strange, very faint muffled sounds from the plumbing as I flushed and washed my hands.
When I came back to the living room, Mom and Tara were waiting for me. Since I couldn't hear, they gave their instructions by demonstrating themselves and having me imitate. Mom held her hand out out flat with her thumb resting naturally in the groove between her index and middle fingers. I imitated the gesture.
She had two simple rectangular cloth pockets she had made by cutting off corners of an old pillowcase and sewing down one more edge. She also had a big roll of duct tape. She slipped a pocket over my hand. Tara held my thumb in place while Mom put on a layer of tape over the cloth. They wrapped my hand a couple of layers thick and then went on to the other one. When it came time to get the tape off I would thank them for the cloth that protected my bare skin from the adhesive.
While this was happening, my dad showed up with a pair of really big mittens. They were the kind with an elastic drawstring at the wrist that could be adjusted to keep wind and snow out. But the drawstrings had been removed and replaced with nylon cable ties, the kind with a little ratchet latch so that once they are fastened, the only way to get them off is to cut them.
While Mom was taping up my second hand, Dad slipped a mitten on the first one. Of course with my hand all taped up everything went in the main pocket and the mitten thumb stayed empty. He made sure the mitten was on as far as it would go and then he partly tightened the cable tie. I noticed that on the other side of the mitten, opposite the latch he had slipped a small metal ring over the cable tie. These were really big, wide cable ties. Dad told me later that they were ten time stronger than they needed to be to hold me, but he picked the extra wide ones to be absolutely sure they wouldn't twist or cut into me if I struggled hard.
Pretty soon Mom had finished taping up my other hand and Dad mittened it up too. Mom slipped a finger inside the cuff under the tie while Dad did the final tightening on the first mitten. I could see Mom and Dad whispering to each other but I couldn't make out anything. I guessed they were deciding how tight they could make it without causing any safety concerns of cutting off my circulation. I saw Mom and Dad nod to each other, then Dad clipped off the excess length on the tie and Mom slipped her finger out. They repeated this for the other mitten. These were really big, thick, stiff mittens, vinyl on the outside with lots of insulation. I realized that with my fingers and thumbs all taped up inside of these, my hands were completely useless.
For the first time I was starting to feel helpless. I quickly realized that the mittens couldn't be removed without cutting the nylon cable ties. But with my hands all taped and mittened up, there was no way I could work any kind of pliers or scissor even if I had them. Now I really was stuck until they decided to let me out. And I was feeling even more excited from all this. Tara wrote on a piece of paper: "Now you are deaf and you have lost the use of your hands. Go explore what it feels like while we get the next part ready."
I walked around the house like this. It was a strange feeling with the almost total silence. I thought about all the things I couldn't do without the use of my hands. I couldn't dress or undress myself, or get food or drink. I also couldn't work doorknobs; I was locked out of all the parts of the house that had closed doors.
I was feeling adventurous, so I decided to go outside. Since it was a hot summer day, we had everything wide open. I could easily bump the lever on the screen door with my mittened fist to get out. I took a slow walk around the outside of our house, enjoying the summer sun and the smells of the blooming flowers. Occasionally I would hear a faint pop, which I realized was the sound of the various illegal fireworks that were going off at various neighboring houses. I wasn't sure what I'd do if a neighbor came over to try to talk to me. The headphones didn't look all that unusual; I actually wore them when I cut the lawn. But the mittens were another story.
I tried to go back inside, but I was frustrated. I could push the button on the back screen door to release the latch, but I had no way to pull it open without the use of my fingers. Tara appeared from the inside and had a look on her face that I could tell was her laughing at me. I was determined to meet the challenge. Fortunately for me I'm pretty flexible, and I was able to lift a leg all the way up to the door handle. I was glad I was barefoot since this would have never worked with shoes. I punched the button with my fist and flicked the door open with my toes. I came back in proudly and stuck out my tongue at Tara as I went past her to the living room.
There was an old worn out wide belt of my Dad's on the coffee table. It had three extra holes punched in it with loops of thin nylon cord threaded through them. The belt had been cut off short, since I was a lot slimmer at the waist than Dad. Dad put the belt on me and buckled it so it was just snug. There was one loop of cord on my right side, one on my left, and one at the middle of my back. Dad pulled the loops out so there was no excess cord bunched up between the belt and my skin, and so there was a about a half inch diameter loop in the free part of each one. Then he tightened the belt up one more notch so I started to feel squeezed. He wrote another note. "Walk to your room and back and see how this feels". I slowly walked down the hallway. With my bare midriff top the tight belt felt cool on my bare skin. I returned to the living room with my heart was beating faster in anticipation of what might happen to me next.
Next note for me to read: "Does it feel tight?" I had decided to voluntarily avoid speaking except in an emergency, so I nodded my head yes. "Is it pinching you or hurting you in any way?" I shook my head no. "Could you stand to be in it all day?" I nodded yes. Dad was being too nice, I thought; people with real disabilities don't get to choose whether they'll be comfortable.
Dad reached under the table and pulled out four pieces of very thick, soft nylon rope. There were two very short ones and two a little bit longer. He held his arms up in the air and motioned for me to do the same. While I had my hands up, Dad threaded one of the short ropes under each of the loops of cord at left and right sides of my belt. Then he motioned for me to put my arms down at my sides. He put one of the short ropes around each arm and put a loose square knot in each of them. Then he carefully adjusted the knots so there was just enough room to slip one finger under each loop, and he pulled the knots very tight. He probably didn't have to, since with my hands all taped and mittened up I wasn't going to be picking at any knots, especially ones that were way out of my reach. Now the note to me said: "Try as hard as you can to get your arms free!"
I gave a very good struggle. Even though the belt was very tight. I had enough arm strength to force it a little to the right or left. By pulling up hard on my arms and rotating them side to side, I was able to work the rope loops all the way down to my wrists. Then with even more twisting and wriggling I worked my mittens up through the loops until they popped free. I stood in front of Dad and I smiled proudly.
Dad smiled back at me and showed me another note. "Great escape! I'd better fix that." He squeezed my mittened hands back down through the loops. Then he picked up one of the two thick ropes that were a little longer.
Another note: "Legs apart and stretch your hands down toward your knees". I stood with my feet apart. He put the rope around my right thigh and threaded it through the little wring at the wrist of my right mitten. He pulled it snug and again carefully knotted it off so there was just room to slip a finger under it. He repeated this for the other rope. He wrote: "Now walk around".
I had been hunched down just a little reaching for my knees. As I straightened up, the ropes on my thighs pulled all the way up to the bottom of my short shorts, practically at my crotch. I'm on the skinny side, so there wasn't much to stop them. Once the ropes found the right spot, the arrangement was surprisingly comfortable. My arms were in a natural position by my sides, but with my wrists tied to my thighs and my forearms tied to my waist I could barely move them. He held up the "Try as hard as you can to get your arms free!" note again.
I struggled even harder than before, but it was absolutely no use. By wriggling and pushing as hard as I could with my arms, I could force the belt and my thigh ropes to move an inch or two to the left or right, but that was all. My feelings of helplessness grew. Tara wrote: "Now you are deaf and you've lost the use of your hands and your arms. Take some time to see what it feels like." I went all over the house like this, at least anywhere I didn't have to open a door. I decided not to try going outside, since it would be took awkward and embarrassing if the neighbors saw me like this, and I didn't think I'd be able to get back in without help.
I returned to the living room, eagerly anticipating the next surprise. Mom had several notes. "Are you OK?" A nod yes. "Should we stop the experiment now?" A very vigorous shake no. "Do you want to try losing even more of your abilities?" Another nod yes.
Tara held up a much longer piece of the soft thick rope. She tied one end of it to my right ankle. She was very careful to put a secure knot in that wouldn't slip or tighten up if I struggled. She slipped the long end of the rope through the loop of cord at the back of my belt and took up all the slack. The free end reached down just past my ankle, but there wasn't enough extra to tie a knot. She had me lie face down on the couch and bent my legs up behind me at the knees. Now there was plenty of rope. She carefully tied the other end off at my other ankle.
Then a note: "Try to stand up." I did, but I ran out of rope while my knees were still bent. "Try to walk." I explored my newly restricted mobility. I could squat and do sort of a duck waddle, or I could kneel and walk on my knees, but there was no way I could stand up straight or walk. Tara looked me up and down, especially admiring her handiwork that had taken away the full use of my legs.
Mom held up the next note: "We're going to leave you alone for a while. Yell for us if you are in trouble or you want to stop the experiment." Of course I was still fully capable of speaking (thanks to Mom's safety policy), but I was keeping my vow not to except in a dire emergency. She touched my cheek and I did a "yes" nod.
They all left the room and went down the hall to the bedrooms. Left alone now, I explored my range of motion. Even though they weren't very tight, the ropes were incredibly effective. I couldn't slip my arms up out of the waist ropes since the thigh ropes wouldn't got any further once they reached my crotch, and my wrists were tightly pinned to my thighs. Going the other way worked a little bit better at first; I could slip the thigh ropes down a couple of inches. But with the ropes holding my forearms to my waist, I couldn't get the right angle to make any more progress. I slumped back onto the couch, resigned to my condition. And the more time passed, the more I missed hearing sounds and voices.
I watched the clock and wondered how long I'd be alone. They all came back in about ten minutes. Mom touched my cheek again, and I gave my "I'm fine" nod. Another note: "If you want to go on to the last step, there is something we'll need on your bed. Go and bring it back."
Great, I thought. I can't walk, I can't pick things up; I'm doomed to fail. Then I stopped myself; just because of these challenges, I can't give up. I rolled over and slid off the couch into a kneeling position. It wasn't particularly fast, but a kneeling walk got me to my bedroom. On the bed was a big black sleep mask blindfold. My heart jumped again with anticipation and excitement. But how would I bring it back. I flopped onto the bed and tried to trap it between my arm and my body, but I had no way to get it into the right place to get a good grip. Finally I ended up just taking the elastic strap in my teeth. I held it this way as I shuffled back to the living room on my knees, and I dropped the blindfold on the coffee table.
Another note from Mom, the longest one yet: "This is the last step. You will be blind and deaf, unable to walk well, with no use of your hands and arms. You will have no way to get yourself out of your situation. Unless there is a dire emergency, we will not let you out until you have been like this for a time that we have agreed on. We are not going to tell you how long that will be. Are you absolutely sure you want to go ahead with this?" I gave my most vigorous and enthusiastic "yes" nod yet.
Tara took off my headphones and put the blindfold on me. Then she lifted it up to my forehead and held up another note: "If you see any light, shake your head "no" immediately. If you are in complete darkness the whole time until I touch your cheek, nod "yes". She had a big, powerful flashlight on her lap. She pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and smoothed it against my nose and cheeks. It seemed like I was in total darkness at first, but I thought I saw a dim flicker down by my cheek. Tara must have been shining the flashlight up my face to test the blindfold. I saw another flicker, so I shook my head. I spent a few more minutes in darkness.
With the headphones off I could faintly make out some sounds though the earplugs. Somebody left the room and then came back. The blindfold was lifted again. Mom was holding a pair of adhesive medical eye patches. She carefully put one over my right eye and smoothed down all the edges. She did the same with my left eye and I was in complete darkness again. I felt somebody pull the blindfold back down, I guess for good measure, and then somebody put my headphones back on too.
I contemplated my predicament. I was indeed completely blind and almost totally deaf as well. I couldn't walk, although I had a little bit of awkward mobility. But with absolutely no use of my hands or arms, it didn't seem like it much mattered. I wondered how long they were going to leave me like this before someone came to my rescue. I was normally a habitual clock watcher, but I realized that blindfolded like this there was no way I could see a clock, watch the movement of the sun and the shadows, or do anything else that would give me any sense of the passage of time.
At least I felt completely safe. I knew I was with my loving and wonderful family, so I didn't have a thing in the world to worry about. Or was I? I assumed they were close by, but I really had no way of knowing. They could have all left and I wouldn't have a clue.
I decided I'd rather pass my time on my comfortable bed. Navigation was quite a problem. Being blind was bad enough, but with my arms tied at my sides I couldn't put one out as a feeler to avoid obstacles. I got the idea to shuffle kneeling on my knees, as I had done to get the blindfold, but turned around backwards. That way my feet could go first to discover any obstacles. This worked surprisingly well. I really don't have any idea how long it actually took, but it didn't seem like long before I was safely in my bedroom again.
I wriggled myself back up onto my bed and found a comfortable position on my back with my knees bent. Better still, I could roll myself onto either side to vary my position when I got tired of the one I was in. I found the hardest thing for me was the complete inability to measure the passage of time. After I while I really couldn't tell if I had been like this for half an hour or for two hours.
If I stopped here this wouldn't have to go in the intimate section of these stories, but the really naughty parts are about to come.
As I contemplated my helpless condition, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I thought about all the cute guys from my college that I had crushes on, and I wondered what each of them would do if they found me like this. Which ones would be perfect gentlemen and set me free? Which ones would pull my shirt up? Which ones would pull my shorts and my panties down? I imagined getting stripped naked and fucked silly like this. Or maybe he'd put on a couple more ropes to keep my legs spread wide and then go down on my eager pussy. My naughty lover would have his way with me, then he'd bring me to as many powerful orgasms as he felt like, and after all that he'd just leave. I'd never even know who it was; when I'd be back at school, I'd be wondering every time a guy smiled at me.
As I thought about all the delicious possibilities, I felt a hand on my bare tummy. In less than two seconds, my shirt was pulled up all the way, exposing my breasts. I let out an audible gasp, but decided to stick with my self-imposed silence. I thought about who would be doing this to me. Mom or Dad? Not a chance. It must be Tara; she would DEFINITELY do something like this to me.
Then I had my first really scary thought. Tara owed me a big payback. You see, my sister is my best friend in the whole world and I love her more than anything, but she is also my worst arch rival and my biggest tormenter. And I'm exactly the same to her. When we get going about something, it often turns physical, usually a wrestling match. We informally made up a rule that whoever loses the wrestling has to do anything the winner wants. About two weeks ago, she was really teasing me about a cute boy. We went at it. I gave it my best but she got me completely pinned down and helpless. I submitted to her punishment, and she took down my shorts and my panties and gave me a spanking right on my bare bottom until it was bright red.
I was determined to get her back, and the opportunity soon arose. We were talking about this wild girl Fiona who was halfway between us in age. She had nose and lip piercings, and there was a rumor that she even had a pierced nipple. Tara told me that it wasn't a rumor; Fiona had pulled her boob up out of her top and showed it to Tara once when they were in the bathroom at school. She said that Fiona work a simple gold ring in it. I teased Tara about wanting a nipple piercing herself. She blushed in a way that told me she really was curious. I kept up the teasing, and she wondered how much it would hurt to have one.
Somewhere in all this one of our wrestling matches broke out. I got Tara pinned on her back with her wrists pinned down under my knees. I pulled up her shirt. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra so this made it too easy. I had both hands free to pinch her nipples between my thumb and my forefinger. I told her I'd show her what nipple piercings would really feel like, and I pinched her nipples as hard as I could and I didn't let go for about three minutes. Tara tried to play tough girl but I knew she could barely stand it.
So now it was Tara's turn to get me back. And here I was, arms tied at my sides, hands all mittened up so they're useless, and ankles tied so I couldn't run away. If it could get any worse, blind and deaf as I was I wouldn't even know what was coming. I didn't have to think about it for long as a pinching, burning pain exploded in my left nipple. I let out a squeal but quickly stopped myself. Tara wasn't the only one who could play tough girl. In a few seconds a second painful pinch got my right nipple. At first I thought it was just Tara's fingers, but the pressure of the pinching was too strong and too relentless; she must have put some kind of spring clamps on them. I didn't know exactly what, but it really didn't matter; I just knew my nipples were burning and stinging and hurting like hell, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it.
I writhed on my bed, resigned to my fate. After what seemed like forever, I felt warm hands on my breasts. Definitely Tara. Maybe relief would be coming. Maybe she was going to take off whatever horrible things she had put on my nipples. Wrong! YOW! I howled as she gave them both good hard twists. After a few more minutes she really did take them off. For the first minute, that hurt almost as bad as when she twisted them. Worse yet, she pulled my shirt back down and the pressure of the tight stretchy fabric against my very sore nipples was awful.
The pain and soreness in my nipples gradually subsided and the rest of the experiment went uneventfully. Not being able to track the passage of time was very frustrating, but I came up with enough mental games to keep myself from going crazy.
The end of the experiment came with no warning. The headphones came off my ears and the earplugs were taken out. The blindfold was pulled up to my forehead and the eye patches were peeled off. As my eyes came back into focus I saw that Mom and Dad were with me. I watched as Dad untied all the pieces of nylon cord and took off the belt. He had forgotten to bring the cutting pliers for the cable ties, so he couldn't take off my mittens. I came with them back to the living room, hands still mittened securely but otherwise free. Tara was sitting there, looking right at me with a wicked grin.
The phone rang. Dad and Mom both ran to answer it, and yelled back for Tara to finish letting me out. The pliers were sitting on the coffee table. Tara picked them up and reached out as if to hand them to me. Of course I couldn't take them. She laughed at me. "Guess my big sister can't get herself out!" She was right; the pliers were useless to me with my hands trapped in the mittens. Tara hugged me and kissed me and said she'd like to keep me just like this. Both Mom and Dad were on the phone for a long time with my aunt again, so they didn't come to my rescue. After she teased me a little more, Tara cut the cable ties, took off the mittens, and untaped my hands.
Tara eventually did confess to my nipple torture. Mom and Dad had to drop something off at my aunt's house across town. They had entrusted me to Tara's care. She immediately took advantage of my helpless condition to pay me back for the incident where I had pinched her nipples. She had gone to our laundry room and picked out a pair of old fashioned wooden spring clothespins. Not just any pair; she had tested a whole basket of them to find the ones with the strongest springs. Tara didn't take the clothespins back off of my poor nipples until she saw our car turning back into our driveway. Thanks a bunch, sis!
Later Tara asked to have "the experiment" tried on her too, but that is a whole long story itself. One thing I learned from my experiment was just how turned on I could get from feeling and being helpless. It was years before I had a boyfriend I trusted enough to play these kind of games. I hope you liked my story!

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Post by hafnermg » Sat Dec 31, 2011 12:50 am

I really liked this a lot. To be honest I am a gag snob and would have loved a gag here too, while I in defense of my gag snobness didn't like that your mom vetoed it I do agree with her. While there are safe ways to gag even in this situation it was your first time experiencing as much as you did in one sitting (at least that's what I get from this I could be wrong ). With all types of bondage its best not to push it until you are used to it just like with exercise. So even being a gag snob I really loved this it is very well written and at this point a gag is just the cherry on top so its definitely not necessary here. Well done! I hope to hear more from you!!

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Post by tritied » Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:27 am

Very nice! Naughty sister!
I remember in like 7th grade we did a disabled experience experiment in gym class (of all places). I had to play some sport, soccer I think, with no arms. My friend tied my hands behind my back (this is IN SCHOOL, mind you) and I did the sport.
I was already well into tying myself up by this time, so I was very happy. But then I was frantic to have him take them off before anyone saw how happy I was getting.
This story totally brought that memory to the surface.
Embrace the fetish!

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Post by Myhandsaretied » Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:50 am

Great story. I enjoyed reading this!

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Post by Accro de la jupe » Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:01 am

This is a brilliant story.
There is an interesting video series of a Spanish journalist, who uses eye patches to experience what it is like being blind. This gives a summary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXs_th8lEuU
It is also possible to wear restrictive clothing to provide a physical disability. He is a video of a man (yes, a man) whose hands are strapped into his pockets: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K56RJBIy ... ature=plcp He can walk around, but otherwise he is fairly helpless.
The two scenarios could of course be combined (with a sighted guide to lead the subject), and made progressively restrictive, e.g., a tape gag concealed beneath a scarf over the mouth, ear plugs added, the subject wears a long narrow skirt to impede walking, and so on.

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Post by burner59 » Tue Sep 11, 2012 4:35 pm

This is an incredibly interesting story.
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Post by kaztie » Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:39 am

I am studying to be a nurse at university, and one of my fellow students has an older brother who is about to qualify as a psychologist. He's at a university away from home, so he lives in a uni bedsit. A couple of weeks ago, he had his cousin visit and persuaded him to take part in an experiment in sensory deprivation.
The cousin sat upright in a straight-back wood armchair, and his cousin tied him wirsts and ankles to the chair. Then he hooded him with a canvas gymn bag. This was at lunchtime, and he left his cousin there while he went to a lecture. He finally returned later that evening and released him.
Despite breaking just about every safety rule responsible TUGers abide by, he says it was a very rewarding experiment.

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Post by Accro de la jupe » Thu Nov 22, 2012 12:29 pm

Another example here of hidden, public sensory deprivation, as seen on French TV: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka15HrPGM3Y

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Post by KennyBoy » Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:11 pm

Great story, keep it up!
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

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Post by Accro de la jupe » Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:27 pm

Two more from Flickr - the use of liquid latex. This will be harder to remove than adhesive eye patches, and, with skilled make-up, easier to conceal for the purposes of public bondage.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/megathron/5286771370/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8458330@N05/512696992/ - would love to know where the film is!
Are there any similar examples?

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Post by jssfrk853 » Mon Sep 02, 2013 4:16 am

This story looks like a very fun and interesting learning experience. I wish I had a family that was so open and willing to take on such an event. I could never ask my family to do this for me, they just would not understand and would not be willing to go to this length. If I had someone that would it would be very cool to try.

### Re: Experiment in helpless sensory deprivation

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Sep 02, 2013 7:29 am

Hello Jssfr853, I think by my family would by same. I´m only hope would to find some other, how would help.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Experiment in helpless sensory deprivation

Post by FiAsKo_ » Sat Jul 29, 2017 4:02 am

Old but good story!
One question:
Is Tara's Experiment somewhere known in the www?