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Realized I hadn't updated this in a while—I'm 40-years-old with a strong desire to be encased in black rubber by a Mistress and trained extensively in the ways of rubber bondage
Sleepsacks, straitjackets, slings, bondage wheels/tables, etc. are all very much of interest to me. I'm far more into the mental/psychological aspects of BDSM and objectification—being frogmarched down into your dungeon sealed up in rubber and talked to like a piece of property fires off the right neurons more than your typical sex fantasy ever would. Dehumanization, not devaluation. Into almost any way a Master would have to control a potential rubber toy like me--whipping, paddling, electro, butt plugs, and so forth (that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the more pleasurable side of things, though). Being a bound rubber gimp isolated in a basement while the rest of the world moves along outside is an unbelievable thought/fantasy.
Slightly on the hairy side of things, but that's immaterial—the only time my skin should be showing is when I'm in the process of being put into rubber. Otherwise? Catsuited. Hooded. Collared. Plugged. Chaste. Gagged. Controlled. Mold me into the rubber gimp I need to be. I need to wear rubber and serve you.
Yes I have face pics and no, you won't see them until we're well into the chatting-and-possibly/likely-meeting-in-person phase of things.
(Not into anything involving blood, urine, feces, animals or anything else that's blatantly illegal.) |
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