I am most interested in the picture you sent me of a tall, slender, shapely model completely and tightly clad in rubber, including a beautiful, form-fitting, tight rubber helmet, about which I would like to comment.
It is 06.45 on a Saturday morning and she turns to you and asks if you are awake?
I used to work as a stewardess, flying from San Francisco and New York to London. I’m not remarkable physically – attractive, neat, but rather shy. I have always been interested in the theatre, in costumes and masks. I’ve read
It is quite obvious from readers’ letters that the true rubber wearer’s wardrobe follows a set list of essentials: a tight fitting cat-suit, a rubber hood or helmet. and wrist-length or elbow-length rubber gloves.
The powerful bliss of wearing black mackintosh is hard to describe. Being encased in rubber mac and boots, hooded and masked in the same shiny Wigan, cuts me off from the cares of the world. My goggles allow me to