My taxi swung left, leaving a neighbourhood of residential housing, and entering into a low-rise industrial estate formed by warehouse-style buildings. Then a right turn down these dimly lit streets and I was there. Leaving the taxi, I took advantage of the shadows at the edge of a building to pull my hood on, carefully straighten it, before zipping it up. My latex outfit now complete, I was ready to meet Master. As I walked nervously down the street, the clicking of my heels seemed to reverberate off the buildings with pleasing authority; but this tattoo only served to make my heart beat eve… Baca selanjutnya

Master, you say that we should never purge our desires because they will never leave us. It’s no secret that my first – my overriding – desire is for latex and, when I slip into latex I am transformed into a sissy; but few beyond you yourself know that I am a cum loving sissy slut. Let it be known then that my favoured place is to be on my knees in front of you ready to give you pleasure. I get wet thinking about the time you strapped me into a tight armbinder and then blindfolded me. I was cast into the oblivion of utter darkness and, in my disorientation, was barely able to keep my balance;… Baca selanjutnya

The following is a list of a few of the words that come to mind when I am in latex, or when I’m around other latex beings, or when I’m watching others in latex in a video. Each word is accompanied by an evocative definition or a description of the aspect of latex that the word conveys to me. Aroma (n.) – the pleasurable play of latex on the nostrils as it penetrates the body and arouses the fetishist; the lovely lingering of latex on that skin after someone has undressed; the wonderful way latex permeates a room when a wardrobe, closet, dresser, or protective garment bag is opened… Baca selanjutnya

It certainly wasn’t the first time that I had stayed in this hotel nor was it the first time I’d brought a bag full of latex and toys with me, but it was the first time I’d arranged to meet a fellow fetishist there. The place had always seemed appropriate to me: a strange statue in the lobby held up some sort of scroll that, to my perverted eye at least, looked more like a dildo than anything else. I checked in, unpacked my bag, laid out several latex outfits on the queen-sized bed, and, once I began to feel settled in, jumped into the shower. I ran a razor over my skin just to make sure that… Baca selanjutnya

Suzy dimmed the lights and glanced around the shop one last time before leaving for the day. With the covid restrictions finally easing, it had been a busy day; customers were purchasing gear for upcoming fetish parties; but now, as the lights went down, all of the latex tops, skirts, dresses, and leggings were clean and hanging neatly once again. The catsuits hung limply at the back of the shop, but they still seemed to hold something of the form of the one or two customers who had tried them on. The shiny fetish boots reflected points of light. The display heads, each encased in rubber hood… Baca selanjutnya