Rubber Slavery
Yes, I understand your fetish for RUBBER. The tight, slick, sleek, SHINY rubber CATSUITS. The flexible arm-length RUBBER GLOVES. The smell of the LIQUID LATEX that I pour over My body. Over YOUR body. Encasing us BOTH in rubber! Nothing separating us but a thin layer of soft RUBBER, as I slip My knee between your legs... and GRIND My thigh against your sex. It STICKS to you as I pump My hips, getting you MORE aroused.

Maybe even covering your head with a thick, heavy GAS MASK. Your ONLY source of air is the long rubber TUBE, like a vacuum hose. It turns your spoken words into an echo of babbling NONSENSE. And all I have to do is slip My hand over the end and HOLD it... cutting off your oxygen... Looking through the goggles at your eyes as they roll upward into your head and you begin to see stars.
Pfshhhh! Pfshhhh! Pfshhhh! You hear the pumping, the rush of air, before you even realize that I have a RUBBER SLEEVE around your cock, and I am pumping it tighter, and TIGHTER. Squeezing your cock SO tight that it bobs up and down as it THROBS, THROBS, THROBS.
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How long can you survive without AIR, rubber slave? Especially when I have you STRAPPED down, with thick rubber restraints. You cannot move. You cannot possibly resist! Though it is FUN watching and listening to you TRY...
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| My phone sessions will ADDICT you to the sensations of total RUBBER ENCASEMENT... eroding your sense of reality... your sense of self... and irresistibly retraining you to orgasm MY way... on MY verbal command! Soon, you will find My Voice has become as strong an addiction as the rubber. As the soft, slick, shiny black latex. |
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