Over my years of experience as a bondage mistress I’ve realised that many of my most fascinating and loyal clients don’t just LIKE rubber …
they desire and adore and love and lust after rubber in all its forms; they want to be dressed in rubber, encased in rubber, swallowed by rubber clothing, mummified inside rubber bondage bags, submerged in rubber, buried in rubber, engulfed in the smell and the feel and the cold, smooth texture of rubber lingerie pressed tight across their skin.
In short …. they really crave to be made of rubber and used by their Mistress as the perfect serving maid or servile rubber doll.
I had just one such rubber bondage addict posing in true sissy style for me in the BDSM Laboratory this week; growing more and more excited as I dressed him head to foot in his little red latex dress, complemented by long black rubber stockings, matching opera gloves, a pump-up gag, and a pretty, pink latex face mask.
It was fortunate that I’d thought to keep his cock and balls firmly chained and padlocked under restriction as well, because he seemed to become frustrated as I moved him to my whipping bench in order that he could see himself on the television monitor whilst I made him worship my boots and then the strap-on cock which he knew might well be coming his way later.
It was time to add in the electric stimulation pads to his nipples – and an electric metal butt-plug in his rear so that I could ensure that it was pumping away in his arse before I upped the rubber bondage yet another degree.
This time his light hood was switched to a far heavier ‘rubber doll’ hood to complete his TV transformation. He looked as pretty as a picture as I strapped him into a unique, tight-fitting bondage bag.
Like much of the equipment in my new BDSM Laboratory in West London, you won’t find this with any other Mistress elsewhere.
That’s because it’s a prototype that I’ve had made to my own specifications. The design includes an inside layer of memory foam which moulds itself to my prisoner’s shape.
It makes any thought of escape out of the question, although, to be honest, the clients who have been lucky enough to be trapped inside it have so far shown no desire to get out!
My rubber doll did of course still have his tight-fitting knickers, bra, suspender belt and stockings, and his little red dress fixed in place inside the bag as I strapped him down on the double bondage bed.
I knew that the tightness of the strapping would send him melting into his own private rubber world, but to be certain, I added a blindfold and ear defender headphones to cut out the slightest bit of outside stimulation.
When the only sensation he could feel was the swinging movement of the suspended bed and the inescapable and relentless bite and thrust of his electric plug I knew he would be lost until I decided to set him free from his bondage.
The final stage of my client’s session was for me to bury him under another of my new Laboratory acquisitions, a chlorinated latex sheet with its unique latex scent and a set of access holes allowing me to do whatever I wish to the body inside. In this case I decided to put one of my Hitachi wands to good use and tease him repeatedly as we built towards the milking that he could no longer resist.
