Inflatable rubber clothing pumped up to the max and holding my client in an embrace from which he cannot escape.
Many of my clients adore the scent and the feel of rubber on their skins, and I’ve always maintained an extensive rubber wardrobe for those fetishists who need their regular dose of rubber love to keep them happy.
So, what could be better for any latex fan than to have the material they crave not only enfolding them in its rubber grip, but also squeezed tight around them, pressing against every inch of skin, and gripping them in a tight embrace that stimulates their most kinky sexual desires?
That’s precisely what my range of inflatable rubber clothing is designed to do; pumped up to the max and holding my client in an embrace from which he cannot escape. Although why would he want to escape in the first place!
My first decision of the day in a recent session was not which inflatable rubber suit to put on my submissive, but where to do that. The garment in question was an inflatable rubber strait jacket and hood which I knew would render the guy helpless and totally at my mercy. So, the best place for him was the safety and security of being strapped down on my large bondage bed in the BDSM Laboratory. After all, we wouldn’t want him hurting himself, would we? That’s my job.
I could tell from the rising level of his muffled moans of pleasure underneath the rubber hood that the experience was exciting him, even before I extracted his cock from the rubber folds enclosing it.
His shaft was growing impressively as he felt the touch of my rubber-gloved hands and the erection stiffened further when I brought in the pump that tightened his suit against his body.
Inflating the rubber always seems to have that effect on men, and I knew that he needed strict control from me to avoid the unnecessary mess of a premature cumming before his frustration had built to explosive levels. This was clearly a job for my Venus wanking machine and the steady pumping old of a suitably sized, and well lubricated, wanking tube.
Instructing him that he did NOT have my permission for an ejaculation, I kept the Venus exciting him at a steady rate, reaching over occasionally to alter the levels of suction or the speed so that he never quite knew how much self-control he needed to have at any moment of the session.
Of course, it would have been quite sadistic of me to add in the vibration from one of my powerful Hitachi Magic Wands, wouldn’t it? So (as you would expect of such an experienced and skilled Mistress) that’s precisely what I did.
Whether or not to allow my clients to orgasm in a session, whether that should be at the start or the end, or indeed whether it should happen at all, are fascinating questions that I ponder as each visit continues.
The answer depends both on my own mood, and on my experience of what will give my client the best possible session for his own particular fetish needs. Some clients make it clear from the start that they hope to empty their balls, whilst others clearly crave the sexual ache that comes from hours of teasing and denial at the hands of their Mistress.
Did this inflatable rubber suit guy get to explode inside his rubber heaven, or not?
Well, only he and I know the answer to that: he’s not here to tell you, and I’m not going to reveal the result of all my hard work. I was, however, filming the session, so if you really want to know, then clues can be found in due course when clips are uploaded to my fans’ sites.
Enjoy the film at your leisure.
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