There’s one of my regular rubber doll visitors who is guaranteed to set my London BDSM Laboratory ablaze with rubber doll colour when she arrives to session in her latex transformation rubber doll outfits.
Her rubber doll big tits are sizeable enough to arrive in the room just before she does, and her rubber outfits never fail to brighten the otherwise monochrome white world of my stylish bondage equipment on which her rubber doll latex transformation big tits are shortly to be strapped down for some latex tease and torment.
As you’ll see from the photographs, calling her latex breasts “big” is something of an understatement. Even I must admit to being just a tad jealous when “Miss Titsy” comes to town.
As you’ll also realise from viewing these pictures, my latex transformation girl is not shy in showing off her big tits and other latex assets.
The rubber doll outfit creates a profound change in her personality and the addition of each latex layer brings out more and more of her inner slut self, so that I barely have time to get my camera out before this slutty rubber doll is posing before the huge wall mirror to show off not only her latex nipple-topped breasts but also her red rubber skirt and her all enclosing latex tights and black rubber knickers.
This public display, knowing that you and my many thousands of other followers will soon be perving over her body, seems to solidify the transformation in her mind into the ultimate rubber slut.
For many of my sluts, such humiliation might be the sort of embarrassment that could make even a rubber doll blush; but that doesn’t matter when her doll face is already a startling shade of scarlet as soon as her transformation begins.
Naturally, when she is visiting The Bondage Mistress, she also knows that she is not long going to be free to pose and pimp herself in my mirror.
Restraint and restriction are also on the menu whenever Miss Titsy comes to town.
This minx is well aware that her bright-colour clothes are about to be splashed in glorious technicolour against the white of my bondage chair and bondage bench.
I must say that I do enjoy the contrast between her slutty self and the purity of the white rubber straps holding her in place for her torment to begin.
It’s almost a shame to cover up her shiny red face, but needs must, and a latex breathing mask and a bubbler bottle are soon beginning the slow and steady process of her breath-control training.
I do enjoy the level of control which the bondage breathing equipment gives to a cruel but creative Mistress such as myself.
Adjusting the water levels in the bubbler bottle, and the valves controlling the volume of air which can be sucked in, offers endless opportunities for causing different levels of distress to any of my clients.
The precise levels of fear and discomfort are easily adjustable with the tiniest twist of the controls, and I’m always fascinated to see how easily a little breath restriction can reduce even the cheekiest slave to a blubbering mess who begs for the mercy that’s rarely to be found in my presence.
The final pictures from Miss Titsy’s lengthy session show just how complex and involved such bondage details can be.
She’s enjoying not only the bondage delight of being held down with multiple straps to my bondage bed, but also the breathing restrictions of the mask and my latest rubber hoods: all covered with the pressing weight of a semi-transparent latex sheet covering her entire rubber doll body.
What the picture doesn’t show is the anal electrics plug pumping deep in her rear, nor the finer details of the Venus wanking machine’s suction tube which I set to a teasing rhythm so I could guarantee her being left on the edge of an orgasm without ever reaching the speed required for her rubber relief.
