Keeping you right up to date with the latest, continuing evolution of the rubber- fetish wardrobe in my West London premises, I have pleasure in introducing the latest addition to my rubber bondage suit collection: a heavy rubber full suit that totally encases its wearer from head to foot in double layers of weighty rubber.
It not only makes any movement extremely difficult it also inflates to hold you in its rigid grip and make independent movement a virtual impossibility.
I find that I have a lot of rubber fans among my bondage clients, but none are kinkier, and more fascinated by rubber than the guy who booked a lengthy session with me this week. He wanted to try out the new rubber suit and a rubber strait jacket which both grips him tight and provides that unmistakeable, and exciting, aroma that latex fans enjoy so much.
Deciding that I should combine the latest rubber bondage suit with a new rubber breathing mask, I knew that this guy was going to be in rubber heaven and have the time of his life.
All of which made it even more intriguing when I let him go ahead of me into the twilight of the half-lit main room of my BDSMLaboratory, and suddenly heard him scream out in fear.
At that stage I hadn’t even touched him!
The reason for his cry of terror quickly became apparent when I followed him through the door and saw the huge rubber suit hanging up in the heart of the room, suspended from one of my ceiling beams and looking for all the world like a vast alien presence in the centre of my premises. Even I was startled by how monstrous it looked, and my poor client was clearly scared out of his wits. It was a great start to a session and, when he recovered from the shock, he was even more eager to be immersed in the suit and start breathing in the smell of its rubber interior.
Before long we had him fixed inside, and I began the process of pumping air in between the double rubber layers. The more air I put in the more his head was fixed in a rigid position, and the more his arms were pushed out straight away from his body. The arm position makes any attempt at touching himself hopeless, and I love to watch as my clients slowly transform from a helpless bondage victim… to an utterly helpless bondage victim.
Naturally, I would not be doing my dominatrix job properly if I hadn’t already introduced some suitable arse electrics and electric pads to make him also feel as though he was being fucked in the rear inside the tight enclosing material.
The best way of employing the new suit is to have the user laid down flat and it may have been a little over the top of me to later add a strait jacket and some rigid leg binders as I strapped him down on the bondage bench: I always love the contrast between the white rubber straps on the bench and the black suit restricting every possible movement.
In the new equipment, my client could not even move his head to see what was happening to his nether regions. That made it easier for me to gradually increase the stimulation and, as a final humiliation and punishment ensure that he had only a ruined orgasm inside the suit to mark the end of his ordeal.
Was that mean of me? Perhaps ‘Yes’ … but then I am The Bondage Mistress after all and being mean once in a while sort of comes with that territory.
