thinking of full rubber, sensory deprivation, tight bondage, breath- and medical play....[fiction, for the moment anyway ;) ]

I'm wearing my new black Libidex catsuit, and knee high platform patent black boots. He's doing up my corset, pulling hard on the laces, making me lose balance ever so slightly. I love how this makes me feel so vulnerable and small.

Corset all done up, he passes me my black gloves, a pair of earplugs and a plain black hood. I have a last sip on my G&T and then add the items I was given to my outfit. Fully covered now, deaf to any sounds around me, I'm losing myself under his touch. He stands in front of me, hands running across my body, he grabs my ass and pulls me close. I can feel his cock pressing against his trousers. I gasp, my heart is beating faster, his lips pressing hard against mine, eyes locking for a moment, he kisses me forcefully. I feel like I'm melting under his touch.

He lets go of me just enough to lead me to the bedroom, gets the blindfold out and takes another sense away from me. I'm insanely aroused, slightly scared, my heart is beating so fast, it feels like it tries to escape my body. With his hands on my shoulders he pushes me back and down, sitting on the edge of the bed I'm waiting. I can't hear, can't see. He takes my hand and I can feel the wrist cuff being made up, then the other, he then moves down stroking my latex covered skin on the way, applying pressure as he gets to the top of my thighs, squeezing my skin; then he and attaches the other set of cuffs to my ankles. He maneuvers me gently backwards so I lie in the middle of the bed, wrists getting gently pulled up and attached to the metal frame, ankles are now spread by a black metal bar. His hands run across my whole body, sometimes soft, sometimes with more force, stroking my shiny shell. Fingers run over my nipples, tracing the lines of my piercings, one last passionate kiss followed by the ball gag.

Hands running down between my thighs, fingers looking for the zip of the catsuit, he opens it only a few centimeters, just enough for two fingers, exploring, finding my cunt dripping wet, waiting, aching for his touch.
He plays with my VCH and fingers me gently, I can't help it and try to press myself against his touch. I guess that was too much moving about already as he stops and shortly after the bar gets pulled tight in one direction, whatever he's done, I can't move my legs around anymore. His hands undo the zip and expose my wet cunt. My mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts, I would love to feel his tongue caressing my clit, but I don't know what he has planned, which makes it all so much more exciting.

There's a small break, hands suddenly touch my skin between my legs, a cold, lubed up feel, followed by cold metal slowly entering my cunt, I gasp, this must be the speculum, oh my! I love the cold steel against my hot skin. He puts it in position and opens it up slightly, I can feel he's going sideways, not vertical, which I would only do when planning to go ahead and use the sounds next. My first orgasm overruns me without much warning, sending shakes and shivers down my spine......

to be continued? Inspire me ;)

embrace your inner slut...

I am feeling really happy today.
It's like my New Years Goal of being more out there, have fun and enjoy my kinks and sexuality really are working for me and I had a very hot and sexy weekend so far; starting with the Camden Crunch on Friday and snogging two very yummy boys, a steaming hot Spring Party on Saturday night and hopefully finishing off with some amazing tying at peer rope later today... .

Last night I overcome one of my fears, to an extend, but knowing now it all went well I feel confident in 'trying' it again. Some of my best friends hosted one of the most amazing and stunning kinky parties so far. Given you could signal what type of player you are with coloured ribbon around your wrist or arm, that was my chance to go down the 'whore' route and just enjoy and accept and relax, so I took a deep breath and put on a green ribbon, saying 'take me, I'm willing to be whorish', knowing this could eventually push my boundaries and get me into situations I may not like too much.
The urge to just be 'available' was bigger at the end than the fear of maybe getting 'used' in a way I may not like too much. I'm not someone who asks for play and usually end up not playing as I'm scared of getting rejected and worried I may annoy the other if I ask for play, so signalling I'm available without having to say it out loud was perfect and worked out pretty well.

Running last nights events past my inner eye I think it all went well, I am glad I got to play with some amazing people and went home with a big smile on my face. I feel as well that I got to know some of the newer people a bit better and I would have hoped to engage a little more with some of them on a play level, but maybe that will come at some point. Let's wait and see. So running the risk of sounding greedy, I wish I would have had a couple more people being a bit more demanding towards me last night, but for a first I suppose it all went well and gave me something to look forward to, embracing my slut side :D - hopefully a lot more in the next few months.... .

interesting reactions and breaking toys

So I haven't yet felt it would be necessary to write down what I do with the little bitch boy, mostly because they aren't firsts, they are good fun, I enjoy myself, but nothing special happens or happened yet, so I suppose I don't want to bore you all and make you run and never come back to read my blog ever again. But. Yes there is now a but, reason why I'm writing this because I got some interesting feedback followed by some very interesting reactions.

After he had better things to do than seeing me last week I told him that that will have consequences, cancelling on me is something you just don't do. So I said that the next time I see him he gets punished, with the cane. Further he was not allowed to cum. After a few days I extended this to not allowed to touch or play. After a few days, that was Sunday I think, he asked me fairly desperately when he would be able to see me again. My answer was Thursday. He wasn't happy about that and asked if there is any other way to see me earlier than Thursday! I said I will consider Tuesday, but as I was going to be exhausted from work I wasn't sure about having him around for play and punishment. It stayed Thursday at the end.
He arrived at my house, in time, with the requested bottle of red wine for me in his hands. I took the bottle of him, looked at him and said 'you know what to do, cuffs and locks are on the counter' and walked of towards living room where I had everything I needed and more in place. After a minute or two I could hear the rattling of the padlocks on the wrist and ankle cuffs, slowly getting louder whilst he was approaching the living room. As this was punishment there was no warm up planned and I wasn't going to give him one.

I tied him to the living room table, left and right wrist, ankles wide spread with my spreader bar, the bar attached to the table with some rope, no way to escape now. Clover clamps came out and got attached to his nipples, poor boy whining, he doesn't like them that much and was obviously in pain, but I thought he'll soon forget about them when the first stroke with the cane blows down on his ass.
I got myself in place, he knew what was coming, he was prepared, he knew he fucked up and will have to go through this now. Whack, the first one done, but nothing from the boy. I said 'I can't hear you', still nothing, repeating myself, he looks at me, you want me to count, yes count and thank me. Telling him that this one won't count I started again and he was now counting and thanking me for every single one of them, 15 in total, plus the first he fucked up. He was shaking, I felt oddly aroused. Mine. Mine to use as I see fit. He said it, he won't obey, whatever I see fit will be done, he doesn't deserve to voice his likes or dislikes.
I kept it to the caning, pulling of the clamps I felt like this was enough and decided that anything else would be more reward than he deserves. Getting me a glass wine I felt great. He started stroking me, I like the attention, soon my dress came off and he was pleasuring me with his tongue, legs wide spread in front of him it would have been so easy for him to take advantage of me, I could see it in his face, he was wondering if an attempt to fuck me would be tolerated, his facial expression amusing me, he didn't dare, I don't think he ever would. Oh how I love this power I have over him.
Cutting long short I did let him cum that night, under one condition, he was to eat his cum afterwards, clean up the mess. He really wasn't impressed as I was following through with this little condition, I think he secretly hoped he'll get out of it somehow. I enjoyed this a lot, the humiliation, the defeated look in his face, fantastic. He told me that the thought of it was hot as he agreed to it, however just after cumming it's not. Not for him anyway, I had good fun watching him.

Last night at the London munch he told me he was feeling weirdly down after finally cumming and that the depressed feeling didn't go away as he would have had expected after he was allowed to orgasm. I kind of put it down to some sort of sub drop, not sure how to describe it.
We ended up going to a strip club after the munch, together with some friends, before heading back to mine. On the way to the club I took his phone of him, I have to actually get someone to explain me the bloody iphone, I'm rather useless with it so far and I would enjoy being able to play around with it more. Anyway, phone off the boy, he was mostly behaving himself all night. As we got back to mine he was quite cocky and after taking it in for a few moments I stood him in the middle of the room, made him spread his legs and started caning his inner thighs, probably up to eight whacks per leg, turning him around, another two or so across the bum, standing in front of him, looking at him, he suddenly started crying. Now that was probably the one thing I didn't expect to happen. I was sure it was more to do with anything else but the caning, but could imagine this might have triggered it, combined with the seemingly careless attitude of mine, his own music plugged in the speakers, the things he told me at the munch. Result was we talked about it this morning and he thinks he just needed it. Oddly for me, I didn't feel weirded out by the whole situation, I just wasn't expecting it to happen, thinking it would be much harder to make him cry, but I enjoyed the look of him, the look of my broken toy, standing there in the middle of the room, head down, hands in his face, sobbing. Hot! I'm a sick, sick kitty ;)

Silly girly fun on a school night....

Right I have to warn you, if you can't deal with so much play and spontaneity you better don't read any further :P I seem to have the time of my life at the moment, don't jinx it....

Planned were some quiet after work drinks with Nightfire and Steve, just us three, a couple of beers and then home time, but as twitter seems to work well for our group of perverts, we soon were a group of 8 or so meeting for drinks in Camden, a spontaneous munch I suppose. I loved it. After 5 days of work work work and no play I just wanted to spend some time with friends, drink and be merry. I got there just after 8pm and most of my friends were already present, including the lovely Swan who usually doesn't make it out on a school night, but as I knew of previous twitter catch up she had a bit of a rubbish day and needed some socialising and good company too. After a few drinks and people coming and leaving I moved chairs and sat next to her. I don't know what it is and why I'm like this with her, but I don't mind a bit of body contact with her, small, unnoticeable strokes over her leg, I always seem to get quite touchy feely with any of my girl friends, not just her, which hardly ever leads to more, sometimes to some girl snogging and fondling with the gorgeous Kitty, but my gay tendencies are generally quite low. I probably fit in the hetero-flexible box if you want to label me.
When I choose my play partners it's all based on attraction and mental stimulation. A Top or Dom has to be stimulating, intelligent, challenging, wiser, smart, good looking, strong-minded and persuasive, a sub boy just needs to be adorably cute, I don't care about anything else, pathetic or not, cute is key, I like to be mean to cute boys, in play they don't need to have any quality other than being cute, good and do as they told. Playing with girls is different though, it's not their sex, it's just a body, I have to be attracted to them, but it's parts of their body, the whole is just there for me to use, abuse, hurt, stroke, calm. I don't feel sexually attracted, but stimulated by the reaction I get.
We sat there for a little longer and Steve re-joined the group just before the pub called the last rounds. We left and headed down the street to pub No 2 for the night, the Dev is a dark and dirty place, somewhere you won't get told of for some light-hearted filthy behaviour. I admit I was merry at that stage, but always aware of what I was doing. My hands wandered under Swans skirt, pushing it higher up and exposing more of her long legs, she tensed up. It's adorable how much it seems to bother her that someone else around might be watching and observing, the exact thing which motivates me doing naughty things in public, if you don't want to see it you don't look, I don't force you to look my way ;). Steve and I were now stroking her body, having her sitting between us. He then suggested to take this further back at his and have me fuck her with a strap on whilst she's tied down and he's enjoying the show. Fuck yes I thought, I'm up for that. I love spontaneity, less room for chickening out as nothing is planned far in advance, things just happen. some of my best experiences so far happened spontaneously. Steve told her the plan and there was agreement. Smiling at her with my 'looking forward to later' spark in my eyes I carried on teasing her, not caring about the people around us that much.
The pub closed and we headed of to Steve's, considering walking, or taking a bus....ending up taking a taxi, which I really appreciated.
After arriving at his he handed me wrist and ankle cuffs with padlocks, after they were secure in place I got to choose a collar and picked the high posture one which looked really pretty on her. Only wearing her skirt and knickers now her cute breasts were exposed and basically screaming 'please abuse me' at us; he got some clamps, plenty actually and started applying them to her nipples, inner thighs and then some more left and right of each nipple. I started playing with the clamps, stroking her skin, running my hands down her stomach, flicking the ones applied to her thighs. I loved the look of her, relaxing into the pain, letting us play with her, trusting us. The clamps came off each followed by little gasps. I was now left alone with her for a moment. Standing in front of her I started to spank her inner thighs and her breasts. There is something oddly erotic about just using my hands, empowering maybe, it's hard to describe. Her reactions were just gorgeous and only made me want to hurt her even more.
Food was ready, so we were taking a short break now to have some pizza, which must have looked quite funny and I remember threatening her with the hot piece of pizza close to her nipple, but that was just fun and I wouldn't have done that, don't play with food and especially not with pizza! lol.
After we finished eating Steve got up and lead her to the bedroom, I followed them and watched him with great joy whilst he was preparing my fuck toy, tying her limps to the bed, spread out in front of me, I started running my hands over her legs, caressing her, being not a lot of help with the tying bit but I was filled with too much anticipation and to be honest a little nervous. I had no idea from here how to go on about things, but I didn't have to!
Once he was done with tying her down he turned to me, standing behind me he undid my jeans, pulled them down, next my top came off, then my bra, all happening smooth and effortless. Once completely naked he held the harness for me so I could step in, pulled the straps tight, first right side, then the left. I really enjoyed this being 'dressed' for what was to follow.
So for me there were two main things happening in my head at this very moment, my Top side looking forward to abuse the girls' body which was spread out on his bed for me to use. The Sub side enjoying the being prepared and being given no choice whether to keep some clothes on or what type of strap on will be used...the whole moment was very hot indeed.
Ready for some action I joined Swan on the bed, now we were both aware that this is going to be a bit of a giggle and as I had never done this before I could already see some difficulties coming my way. I figured that the position she was in wasn't going to work for me, for the disappointment of him I suppose, as he would have had no problem fucking her in this position but for me this was a bit too advanced and complicated so I asked for her to be re-positioned and having her on all fours was working out fine for both of us.
Once we had the logistics sorted I could focus on my toy again, god I really enjoyed the whole situation, knowing he was standing behind us was giving me a little kick. I found my rhythm, but was a little unsure first about how she likes it, her reactions sounded positive though and I got really off on it, amazing! On this note, god this is hard work, fuck, girls aren't made to use any of the muscle groups I used on Tuesday night and I soon had to give in and rely on dildo in hand action rather than me actually fucking her, but that gave me a bit more control as well. Overall I really enjoyed this, we had a laugh and some good naughty girl on girl fun.
We had a nice cuddle after I untied her and had checked that she had a good time too, realising he was probably in the front room, we pulled the duvet and went straight to sleep.
A little later I woke up finding myself lying between them both, wrapped up and cosy, I haven't slept so well in ages.
The aftermath:
-I need more practise.
-I would have enjoyed him joining in and I'm pretty sure I'm not alone with this thought.
-I am looking forward to some face to face feedback from her.
-I need a personal trainer to build up those 'fucking muscles'

needles.....

Oh wow! This was awesome!

This all happened last Wednesday, after weeks and weeks of me craving needle play I finally had it arranged.

We planned for the afternoon and then heading to the munch afterwards; I usually don't space out for long, so I didn't see any problem in doing it this way. I suppose people had a great time guessing what drugs I was on, haha.

I arrived just after 4pm and first had a nice cup of tea. The decision fell on doing my back to have the chance to do more needles, as I was longing for it so badly. For a little latex fix he put a rubber sheet on top of the bench and after I lie down one on top of my naked skin, mmmm instant relaxation, the smell and feel, it's just amazing.
He then blindfolded me and I could hear him preparing the needles, putting on rubber gloves, my anticipation was growing and growing, I just wanted to feel the needle go through my skin, this sharp sensation, followed by huge relief, not long any more. He then peeled back the rubber sheet a little bit, exposing my shoulders and cleaned the skin with alcoholic wipes. I personally loooooove the smell of them, but as much as I tried I couldn't smell anything. I heard some more preparations going on, I couldn't place what he was doing until I felt the first tip penetrating my skin, running under my flesh and finding it's exit about a cm or two later, followed by three more needles, it felt like they go all through the same spot and the sensation got  more and more intense with every single one.
I had some seconds to recover, my breathing had picked up and I tried to calm myself down again, tried to relax into the pain and sensations and find my space.
Then he started on my left shoulder and this took me by surprise, so much more painful than the right! Ouw, what the hell, the same amount of needles were used as on my right shoulder, but in a faster pace than the previous time and oh my god, so much more painful, my heartbeat picked up, breathing got heavier and I struggled staying still, but the sensation was absolutely fantastic, I tried to understand why this hurt so much more and then it came to me, those were the big needles, I wanted to try for ages! Once all four needles were in he calmed me down a little bit,  I now got really into my 'enjoy the pain, relax into it' feeling, it's amazing, I like this state, it's before everything gets a little bit too much, before I start getting the overload on adrenaline, I know it will happen, I can't tell if it will take another two or four or even more but I know it will happen very soon now.....my limits of how much I can take are nearly reached.

I could hear some more preparations, I still didn't quite understand what he was doing, why he was taking his time to do whatever he was doing. He peeled back the rubbersheet a little more, exposing now the whole of my back and cleaned it with the skin disinfecting gel rather than using the alco wipes this time.
Then the first needle went through my skin, it felt like it would not really penetrate my skin at all, went straight through, like butter, it felt nice, not as painful, one right, one left, I kept nice and still, that was bearable, I thought I can take another 30 of those, but he didn't carry on with those, the next two were again the bigger ones, nearly made me jump, so much pain, so sharp, so quick, he now didn't give me any breaks in between, one left one right, one row in smalls one in bigger needles, 12 in total, 6 small 6 big, finishing with the big ones, I was sobbing and laughing, not sure if I want to cry or scream or laugh or everything together, thinking if he'd done two more I would probably have come, so intense was the whole experience. I think I was actually really wiggling, but he managed to finish the pattern. Now I was proper high on adrenaline, shaking and laughing it took a few moments to calm me down, but he wasn't quite finished yet. giving me just a little break he peeled down the rubber sheet even further, cleaned the area and carried on, two through each bum cheek, ouw fuck, they really hurt! I was getting closer and closer to my limit now, I just wanted it to stop, all so intense, my mind was spinning, but there were two more to go, just underneath the bum through the skin on my upper thighs. I was so glad he stopped after that. I had enough, in a good way, I don't think I could have taken much more of it. but I was happy, floaty and happy.
So now they have to come out again, hehe, that's easily forgotten about when you get to the point where you feel relief that it's over, don't get me wrong, it's not in a bad way, he pushed me to the right point, reading me very well, I would never feel like I have to call it to a stop, it was perfect.

Right but they have to come out, so he started taking them out, starting where he put the first ones, on my right shoulder, taking all four out, then pressing some paper towel on top, to calm down the bleeding, I tempt to bleed quite a lot when pierced, but I love the feeling of the warm blood running over my skin, it's just so hot!
They all came out now, one after the other, blood running and me getting a little light headed again as the bigger ones hurt when they get taken out.
Ah so good, I felt so much better now. Off into the hot shower and then wrapped up in a towel with a cup of tea and a gin and tonic, classy!

I felt like I recovered pretty well from it all, slightly disappointed actually that it all went so quickly and we made our way to the munch, taking a bus most of the way, I still felt quite alright, as we got to the venue though it suddenly hit me, I was high, proper high on endorphins, so amazing! I loved it so much! I am guessing people were trying to figure out what kind of drugs I was on, haha, I never been that high after play! Thank you so much ;) !

Mx

2011 = playdates and playmates and fun fun fun

My goal for 2011 was to just enjoy myself more and have some fun.

I think I am doing very well so far. I am still trying to finally meet up with the switchy naughty twin, I will call him Traveller, he's just never around, so frustrating as I'm sure we'll have some good naughty fun should we ever manage to get together,lol. More or less randomly I met 'The little Bitch' at the crunch then at my friends birthday the next day and so far we had some good fun together, looking forward to tomorrow and being really mean to him ;). I won't go into detail about what I have planned, as I don't want to give anything away, just saying that it's probably better if he's not using the gyms public changing/shower facilities for a few days, hehe.
I'm glad I am getting some more play. I had some really good public play at Pedestal on the 29th Jan and then the next day at my house party, shame the awesomely cute couple I played with has now left London and will only be visiting occasionally.

Watch this space, I think 2011 will bring us some interesting stories ;)

Mx

the picture gets clearer ...

... I have done a lot of self-analysing and thinking.

I think I understand now why the outlook on being wrapped in layers and layers of rubber, being covered from top to toe with this lovely stuff is so appealing to me.

Firstly, I am perfectly ok with myself, I don't want to hide behind a layer of latex, I see it as enhancement, it perfects the look, helps underlining my already existing female shape, feels and smells good and most importantly suggests control. It's pretty much like maybe chastity or corset-training is to others I think. I suppose I need(ed) a push in the right direction, waking me up, I will quote something : 'rubberist in the making', that sums it up, without someone motivating me I wouldn't have thought about it really I suppose, but that again refers to a lot of stuff I have tried and I like; someone introduced me to it. I think what makes the whole thing so appealing are a few things: the D/s aspect to it, when being pushed to more and more by your partner, the control and restriction it brings with it. The 'perfecting the look', yes, like dollification, I think. Make me perfect. The sexual aspect, I start to associate sexual arousal with latex, this started with being wrapped up in the body bag the other day, OMG! I am thinking of being wrapped into tight latex, hmmmm. I took a piece of latex with me in holiday, it's a hairpiece, I was wearing it one evening standing in the sun and suddenly a breeze came up, I could smell the sweet lovely scent of latex and I could feel my cunt responding to it instantly. So much to being a crazy pervert ;) . The pleasing your partner aspect, I like to please and it's satisfying to see and hear the others approval....
I think there is a lot more to it.

There is something else, to be honest I'm a little scared of it, just a little. I feel like I will step over the line soon where there will be no return, not that I want to return, but I know that certain experiences will change my life for ever. Realistic I would say, that's what I am, I know it's not going to do me any harm to live out something I think is going to be so right for me.

I am slowly preparing myself and my wardrobe to bring this all to the next level, surprisingly, I am nervous but not worried, I am excited but patient, I don't feel I'm in a big hurry. I will just do one step after the other. Wish me luck, I feel like I found something rather special to me.

Mx

rubber for breakfast....

...but let's start at the beginning of my quiet Friday night in, haha!

Firstly, I didn't stay in but went out to the London munch for some drinkies and socialising with good friends. It was a rather quiet one, but I prefer it that way, enough friends to catch up and chat to, less randoms and even lesser weirdos and no squeezing through and queuing at the bar, lovely!

We ended up having a kinky after munch party at one of my best friends house, which turned out to be good fun and there are now at least two people running around with really bad scratch marks - love my sharp nails <3 !

Playing tictactoe on the boys back scratching the X's and O's into the skin, good fun :P ! Why do people always react like, oh you're evil, you look so lovely and nice, I would not expect this from you. Amusing. The girl with the straight lines down her inner thighs may hate me a little today, but that really was great fun, she made such a lovely squeaking noise, I just couldn't help myself.

At around 4am people packed up and started heading home, I was glad I was offered to crash and hadn't had to go on an hour journey home, taking I was up since 6am Friday I just wanted to sleep. I think I instantly passed out, I didn't even hear my phone beeping because of the low battery and eventually switching off. I think it was around half 11 as I was kind of awake enough and preparing myself mentally to dress and go home( there is something about it going home in last nights clothes, I am never quite sure if I actually enjoy it just a little bit to feel like people can tell I wasn't sleeping in my own bed, haha).
My friend went up and outside to the living room and I thought to myself, just 2 more minutes, then dressing and hunting down some breakfast or better lunch in Camden as he came back in and threw  a big pile of heavy black rubber and lots of rubber straps onto the bed! Rubber for breakfast, lol! The big pile of black rubber was then picked up and I could see it was a full body bag, maybe a little like a sleeping bag, but much tighter. So if you now think that this is all pretty random, it's not; we talked a lot about our 'rubber/latex' fetish but as my interest in this just recently developed/ escalated, I told him I wasn't sure how much it's just fantasy and how much I'm really into all this, seems I am into it more as I thought, sigh.

I got then wrapped up in rubber, feet first, put safely into place, then some sort of cushion-like divider between the legs, arms got stuck into the sleeves....at that point I got just a little bit nervous realising that I won't be going anywhere once this is all closed up, but I haven't had a lot of time thinking and chickening out as I was already asked to roll over so I was lying on my stomach and he could do the zip up all the way up from feet to neck.
Oh dear, that already felt pretty good, but he wasn't done just yet, the hood went over my head, got zipped up and something went around my neck to secure things and keep it in place I guess, I can only tell it felt really good. Then lots of rubber straps got applied, not sure how many, one was around my knees, after he pulled this one tight I could barely move, my knees tightly pressed together; one around the hips which was holding my wrists snug to my body, one or two around my upper body, think there was one under and one over my boobs but I can't really tell, the tighter the whole wrap got the less I really cared, I was just enjoying the hole experience so much, relaxing into it really well. As he was done with the straps the eyepiece/blindfold got reattached to the hood. I expected to be left to it for a while, not expecting a lot of attention, bit worried I may not like it and would want to get out really quickly again, but my train of thought got interrupted by him pulling the eyepiece off again and putting a gas mask on top of the hood instead, now that was hot! I first got really nervous and was worried I wouldn't be able to breathe properly but after asking nicely for a little re-adjustment it was all ok, I slowly calmed down realising that it's all good and I'm well looked after.
Just as my breathing settled into a nice steady rhythm I could feel his body pressing against the rubber and his hands stroking over the material - OMG, this was really arousing, the sensation through the skin tight rubber, knowing he's probably enjoying it as much or even more than I do and then fingers pinching my nipples, ouw!

I am a wimp with having my nipples tortured, they are sooo sensitive it's pathetic, but I really enjoyed it, well to some extent, as he nearly made me cry he thankfully stopped, I can imagine being a sobbing mess under a gasmask is not very helpful for the breathing part.

The gasmask eventually came off but that was it, I stayed the way I was, wrapped up nicely not going anywhere...but I loved it! The feel, the enclosure, the slowly rising temperature caused by the duvet on top of me and having a normal chat, awesome! I thought it's just fantastic, being in this happy place and being able to have a normal conversation, sigh, all depending on him though and what he fancies doing, being totally helpless.

I eventually got unwrapped and sent off to shower; there I could smell it then, hmmmm rubber! So lovely! Pure bliss :D, really was in a very happy place there enclosed in rubber and being toyed around with.

I got home shortly after and the first thing on my list was having a wank, still smelling the rubber I really got off on it, I'm such a pervert :P .

I'll be back for more!

<3

No time for kink!

So it seems I am not going to have time to be kinky the next say 3 weeks or so! My work rota is full, fuller, fullest and I have about 4 days of in 3 weeks, which leave me with 2 Sundays and my birthday and a Friday...

Ok,ok, the Sundays are 4th and 11th, so that means there is LAM and Peer Rope, however, I will probably be too tired to really enjoy any of those!

I need a massage! And I need some discipline! sigh!

Why does it have to get worse all the time, job was really good up to a few weeks back :(

Well, am off to bed now like a good girl ( or better a really tired one!)

Mxx