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. Continue reading “Lady In Rubber”
Wakened (A Short Story)
It is 06.45 on a Saturday morning and she turns to you and asks if you are awake? Continue reading “Wakened (A Short Story)”
Sexy Robot
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 and seen enough that I have been aware of the restraint idea, but I’d never tried it. My ideas would run to corsets, boots, belts and so forth. Continue reading “Sexy Robot”
Capes and Loose Rubber
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. Continue reading “Capes and Loose Rubber”
Photo Album
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 see but the hood prevents me taking refreshment. The only sounds I hear properly are the rustles of rubber as my sou’wester rubs against my riding mac collar. I am warm, soon I shall be hot. In everyday dullness we dress to keep warm or cool, leaving off our overcoats in summer and putting on casual shirts and jeans. I dress in the same rubber clothing all the time. I may not choose. The rapid response of rubber to the surrounding temperature will take me with it. It will heat in the sun and cool in the shade and I am powerless to resists. Continue reading “Photo Album”