One of the advantages of knowing so many fellow dommes is that I occasionally get the chance to borrow some of their favourite equipment or favourite rubber outfits to try out for myself in my new BDSM Laboratory in West London.
The chance to use a series of multi-coloured slave rubber dresses and bondage outfits was too hard to resist: all I needed was a willing rubber subbie who could spend an entire day being photographed and filmed with me. Surprisingly I had no trouble whatsoever in finding just the correct rubber fan to assist on my catwalk.
I saw the clients eyes light up with rubber-fuelled excitement and delight when he walked into the room and saw all of the different rubberwear hanging in a line in the centre of the main Laboratory room.
For a ‘rubber guy’ like him this was going to be a day of latex heaven, with, of course, a little pain and torment and a modicum of sexual teasing and pleasure thrown into the mix.
The first outfit I used was a black and white maid’s costume with its own integrated bra and a section to hold breast forms in place for the complete feminisation of its male wearers. Even better, it has a zip up back, matching gloves and a head band that perfectly complements the look.
My model was soon in state of some euphoria, dressed in the close-fitting rubberwear, and strapped down on my bondage chair with the wanking machine firmly in place to tease for as long as I required.
To enhance the mood, I allowed him to enjoy the matching white rubber face mask and then even adjusted the colour lighting to match what he was wearing as closely as possible.
No sooner had we photographed that game from every angle, naturally with me in every shot, than we had him dressed up in fantasy costume Number Two, a yellow catsuit with a more serious bondage theme and the same, all-important opportunity for me to gain access to his nipples whenever I so wanted.
I have to confess he looked a little like “Tweety Pie” in the canary yellow colour, but as he was by now tied down in blissful bondage on the sling and had the Venus wanking tube pumping away on his shaft, I don’t think he was worried in any way about how he looked!
The next dress was pretty in pink with delightful frills and some enticing zips offering access to his nipples.
I could enjoy the look of it a little more than him because I had him strapped facedown on the suspension sling over my bondage bed for his masturbation experience.
My filming slave was by now in his own form of rubber heaven and it was time to let him try out the purple, hobble straitjacket. It took me some while to try and prepare the new mini-bodyboard. It’s new to the Laboratory and I’ve yet to work out the best way to use it… but it’s been a lot of fun trying. To be honest the process took so long, with a lot of unladylike language along the way, that my rubber model almost slipped into a relaxed sleep before I had him stretched out with arms and legs akimbo.
The day was a considerable success but the devastation left behind in the premises when we finished was a sight to behold. Rubber outfits and equipment everywhere: always the sign of a good session, but a load of work for me to prepare for the next session along the way.
