The Secret Submissive (Latex, Leather, BDSM)

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We both stayed where we were catching our breath for a minute then I walked over and untied her legs but left her wrists tied. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed for a while. Then finally she spoke” We've lived in the Dallas area for many years, but moved to the UK for a few years in the 80's. While there, we became much more involved in the emerging rubber scene and even had the opportunity to meet and learn from John Sutcliffe. Once in Amanda’s flat, a one bedroom affair with lounge kitchen combined, but very neat and organized. Amanda thought she is a clean and tidy girl as she would not have expected to have a guest coming in with no notice and yet the place is clean as a new pin. They removed their raincoats and Amanda hung them up on hangers in the wardrobe. A single, spindly claw reached up and carefully pulled down the zipper of my garment, exposing my taut stomach and chest.Paws crept in and felt about my skin, as if it were examining a new shirt.They caressed my sides,and petted my stomach.I swear the latex was sizing me up, but I couldn’t really focus on that.Latex continued to snake up my legs underneath my bodysuit and I could feel them slowly turning into latex.I finally gave in, let my body go as limp as my restraints would allow me to, and submitted myself to the latex.

lovingdefiance Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing I am agreeing to all this for the usual reasons...I love him, I'm his sub and I love to please him. We've just never had the opportunity to push the endurance and lifestyle this much, but since I am no longer employed and can just stay at home, it makes for a great opportunity. Also, I am setting an example for maid.My wife works as a submissive at an S&M dungeon. Men fork over hundreds of dollars to chain her up and whip her. Sometimes, when my wife and I walk down the street together, I wonder what passersby think of me when they glimpse the handiwork of her clients on her shoulders and thighs. I can't meet these people's eyes, even though my wife proudly displays her contusions. She thinks they're sexy, admiring her mottled behind in the bathroom mirror. I know there's nothing to be ashamed of, but my face goes red with guilt, anyway. Long before my wife got her job, we were doing weird, kinky stuff in the boudoir, too. We drove to the airport with me sittting in the front seat. I haven't tried to drive in the burqa, but I understand Saudi women do sometimes, so I suppose I could learn. Of course, Sir's attitude at the moment is that I am not allowed to. vision is quite restricted...no peripheral vision at all, but I don't really feel limited in sight when I wear it. not sure what a cop would do if he stopped a burqa-d woman and had to ask for ID only to discover she couldn't speak!

This isn't a new concept. During 18th century mascarades, it was thought that wearing masks to hide our faces was an aphrodisiac that would free people from the moral standards of the day and allow them to experiment with their desires without being identified.

After my legs were complete I admired the transformation’s work in the mirror.It was what I wanted; a sleek, muscular body.My latex body gleamed against the moonlight streaming through the windows of the factory, and I could only imagine how breathtaking my silhouette must have been by now.My bodysuit clung desperately to my hips; I decided I’d worry about how to wear it properly later.I continued to admire myself in the mirror, flexing and posing.I noticed that I squeaked slightly as parts of my body would rub together, but it was all just music to my ears.I didn’t care that I was made out of rubber now; I was something to be proud of now, and I was truly in love with my new body. Dark posted some queries to my last article. I thought I would answer them here rather than in another comment to that article.

Oh I would be over the moon to share them with you, I am sure you will like them as well. We can go to my flat when we finish our coffee and do a little dressing up together.”More later...We went to dinner one evening after shopping! And then there was Christmas with family!