I do so love a challenge, and a recent latex session gave me the perfect opportunity to rise to just such a challenge, and to show off my bondage and suspension skills to the full in my wonderful new playroom in West London.
The client concerned is a man who adores the scent and feel of latex, and who had taken the trouble to research on the internet to find a video which aroused him, and which gave a revealing insight into the type of latex bondage which he craves.
His next step was to send that video to me in order that I could prepare properly in advance to do the best possible job of replicating the experience for him to be able to live it out, in real-time, in a session with me.
As I watched his film I realised that this was my client throwing down the gauntlet for me to pick up and fulfil some of his deepest and darkest bondage desires.
I know that a scenario like this is not everyone’s cup of tea. Some people love to be surprised by my devious plans, and it’s true that I pride myself on the range of creative cruelty and teasing delights that I always bring to any session.
It’s also good, however, on some occasions to have the time to play and adjust and modify and ready the equipment to recreate someone’s fantasy latex wishes. After all, “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.
In this case, the guy concerned had got his video off social media, but the quality was good enough for me to work out precisely what I would need to replicate it in full. I was pleased to get the time to prepare my suspension winches in just the right location, and to get the appropriate body harnesses in place, and the clothing out of the wardrobe.
He was soon in a rubber suit of the right size, along with latex gloves, socks and hood.
Having the right gear meant that I I could have his hands strapped just as he wanted in the video, and still maintain the access I needed to get to his nipples.
What followed was me adding electro-nipple pads, a leather parachute and weights, electro-arse and cock.
I topped that little lot up with weights hanging from his balls parachute and then changed that for a second parachute: one of my favourites because it is equipped with internal sharp pins to intensify the sensations he felt.
Of course, ‘enough is never’ enough for me, and so I added insult to his injury by strapping on a CBT pin-prick sheath around his cock.
My new building doesn’t have the extra height ceilings that my last industrial unit enjoyed, but this matters not when you can’t see anything under your hood or blindfold.
Once you’re swinging it fools your senses and makes you disorientated. The beauty of that is that you could be two inches off the ground – or ten feet high in the air. Either way, you tend to focus on the electrics working away on and in your body and the added stress of the ball weights swinging beneath you.
All of those games are taxing for the body and I realised that my client would need to catch his breath for a short while. So, we moved to the sling which, although putting him a more relaxed position, was certainly no less relentless with the games I was playing.
I carried on upping the pressure with electric pads added under the CBT board, constraining his balls even further and generally contorting it all. In the end, however, I did think he had earned a much-needed reward, and I got out the wand.
Following all of the treatments he had received it was an easy task to make him cum…but then that, in a way, is the point of it all, is it not?
