Rubber Bondage Fantasy
What do you fantasize about? One of my ultimate fantasies is to strap my men down in what I like to call rubber bondage. Straps, links, chains, ball gags, and inflatable rubber buttplugs are what get me going, totally turned on. You are standing down, blindfold in place, fumbling around, slowly working yourself into a cool and clammy, thick-skinned, rubber bondage body-suit, wondering idly what exactly what it is you get out of this B & D thing, despite that fact that I also have endured and enjoyed both roles of the Master and the Submissive. The remainder of the thick rubber bondage envelope, with its attached helmet and mitts, hung in my hands in heavy folds from your hips while you lean forward and thrust your restrictingly gloved arms down into the sleeves. It was relatively easy to slide your encased arms and fingers to the bottoms of the lubed tubes; but you discovered that it was quite difficult to wriggle your hands past the doubled thickness of the tight wrist-bands, even with me holding them steady. Once through, though, your fingers slipped immediately into the thick-skinned inner gloves at the sleeve's ends, these embedded within the foamed rubber filling of the thumbless mitts. The so-called mitts in reality resembled long, rigid, slightly flattened, smooth ovoids, and once within their confines, your fingers and thumbs nestled unmoving, buried in the high-density foam fillings. You try to twitch them; but only a very slight flexing was permitted by the rubber bondage. You sense your loss of control immediately in the rubber bondage suit, in the hands alone, and the power struggle and rubber bondage game has just begun!