Although I may have lots of male acquaintance, friends, and playmates, I have only one ‘boyfriend’ and he, and his special fetish for rubber frustration, occupy a special place in my BDSM Laboratory diary. He is regularly sent for my rubber treatment by his own partner, and always appears with a fascinating array of rubber wear and rubber goods of his own choosing that he has selected from his collection at home.
Interestingly, in this recent spell of early summer weather, I’ve noticed that the hotter the weather, the more pressing is his need for extra rubber layers, extra rubber covers and extra restraints.
His latest visit was no exception to that rule. He arrived heavily loaded with lots of rubber paraphernalia, which gives me a wonderful choice of whatever gear I wish to play with. I always enjoy these sorts of session where there is a general direction of kinky travel in place and yet I still have the freedom to add in my own individual touches of bondage fun.
These boyfriend sessions follow a similar path but can be arranged in a variety of ways such as medical play, breath control, CBT, and different control practices.
He likes to utilise rubber coats, rubber suits and rubber aprons, and I always try to match his outfits with similar items from my own extensive rubber wardrobe.
On this occasion I started out by donning a white rubber medical gown and had already prepared enough tubes, wands, and teasing games to ensure that he was going to endure hours of frustration.
I was feeling particularly creative, and so my ‘boyfriend’ was soon wearing a rubber gasmask attached to breathing equipment and covered in a transparent latex sheet. The frustration for him came from hours of encouraged masturbation, not by his own latex-clad hands, but by the sucking tube of my relentless and highly effective Venus 2000 machine.
Laid back almost flat in my reclining ‘Super Boomer’ examination chair, with his legs suitably secured apart, he could do nothing to top the incessant wanking movement and sucking action of the Venus machine as I adjusted the levels of suction and varied the speed to keep him bubbling with excitement but with no hope of relief.
Just when he thought I could not drive him even more insane with sexual need… I did! It was an easy task for me to arrange a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator on a metal fixture at the side of the chair so that each time it touched the Venus tube it sent intermittent climax-inducing vibrations down the tube to his shaft.
I must admit that I may inadvertently have made the teasing sensations worse from time to time by absentmindedly taking hold of the cock tube in my own hands and sliding it to and fro a little. It is not that I wanted him to suffer, but sometimes I just can’t help myself!
What fun we both had as he wriggled and writhed under the latex sheets and I continued my tube rebreathing games to ensure his compliance with my every wish.
Controlling his every breath certainly seemed to help when we moved on to the CBT games I had planned, and he found his cock trapped in a nice and comfy rubber sheath.
The mask on his face prevented him complaining, or even talking to me, so I am not sure whether he genuinely enjoyed the internal sharp spikes which lined the sheath. However, knowing his taste for a little pain and discomfort alongside his frustration, I am sure he had as good a time as I did for the hours and hours that our games continued.
