Rubber fetish

Rubber, or natural latex, is a material unlike any other. The consistency of it speaks to deeply submissive desires. When I rubberize you, I can bend you, shape you, any way I want you. I love the feel of latex, the smell of it, the way it molds the flesh and makes you something other than human, the way it clings like a second skin, becomes your skin and transforms you into someone other than the person who walked through my door. Is it any wonder that rubber is the fetish material of the new millennium?

Seeing me in my rubber clothing can spark your childhood memories and take you back to your earliest fantasies. Who didn’t dream about Catwoman in her curve hugging catsuit? On a more modern tangent, recent science fiction films have given many of us fetishists plenty of fantasy fodder. The Matrix series gave us Trinity, the cool, smart tough and acrobatic heroine, clad in her shiny PVC armor. My wardrobe contains elements of all these characters and so many more.

Latex is more than just a material that I wear. I love rubber play in all its forms. I adore playing with balloons, latex body bags and therabands. I incorporate mummification, immobilizing bondage, smothering and breath control into the scenes that I do with my adoring rubberists.

Come and be my plaything.