Rubber Gimp – The latex fetishist slave
Rubber Gimp, The Latex Fetishist Slave. Following on from the competition in my second newsletter, here’s a testimonial from Rubber Gimp, a submissive who is a Latex fetichist slave. To make the article easier to read and to help with referencing, I’ve added titles and transition words. The rest of the text is as it was sent to me. I hope you enjoy reading🤗
Rubber Gimp, Latex Fetishist Slave at Home
My name is Rubber, I’m 28 and I live in Metz. I’m a latex fetichist slave.
First of all, I was Rubber Gimp, a live-in slave, for 9 months with a Mistress when I was 24. I didn’t take this break-up too well and put BDSM on the back burner for a long time.
Then, after many vanilla encounters, I realised that this life wasn’t for me. I felt happy and fulfilled as a latex-covered slave, as a Rubber Gimp.
It took me a while, but I started looking for Dominatrix/Mistress in Moselle and the surrounding area. But I couldn’t find anyone good enough. A lot of dominatrixes were only interested in money, no one who understood the word BDSM and one detail that really blocked me: latex.
In fact, it was an obstacle for many dominatrixes to dominate a Rubber Gimp and really understand this term. Then… divine light falling from heaven like a fallen angel (or rather a she-devil straight from hell), I came across Maîtresse Julia’s website.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I sent her an email (not confident enough to call her directly, and above all afraid of disturbing her).
Contact and exchanges :
She got back to me very quickly and said she was very enthusiastic about my profile, which she had never used before. That was all I needed to get excited about the idea of a session with Maîtresse Julia. She suggested a phone call to see what we could do together and what our mutual expectations were.
The moment arrived… The phone rang, the number ‘Maîtresse Julia’ appeared (I’d registered it on her website), the stress mounted, I picked up, stammered a little :
Al… Hello?
And there it was… an extraordinary feeling that I’d never had with any dominatrix before. We chat, we laugh, we talk about the session, our expectations, our research, etc… And the stress immediately goes down and it’s a trust that starts to grow, even though I’ve never seen him, only heard him. So I say to myself that the session can only go well!
So we agreed on a date for the first session. The stress of meeting someone so charismatic and great by voice starts to build up again, but what must it be like in real life?
Arriving at the scene, the stress :
After a few postponements (which were quite amusing in themselves, but which have given us a few anecdotes to tell now). D-Day is here. I pack my bag (full of latex with full body gear, gloves and bonnets) get in the car and drive off. Strangely enough, there’s no stress in sight… I arrive at the indicated location and park in the car park (which is really nice, by the way, because it’s so easy to get to and just a few metres from the dungeon). I send a quick message to say I’ve arrived. She replies that I can ring the bell and that’s when the stress starts…
Will I manage to get up the steps to meet her? Will I disappoint her? What if it’s just a dream and it doesn’t work out? So be it! But now that I’m here, I’m not going backwards. I’m going to take my courage in both hands and I’m going to… The door opens and it’s not an angel, but a goddess who greets me directly.
I see a very tall woman, perched on her vinyl thigh-high boots, an angelic, luminous, smiling face that greets me with benevolence. No, this time it’s definitely the right person. This is the Mistress I want to please and make happy.
I’ve crossed out the word thigh-high 😅 They were boots, as you rightly wrote below!
Mistress Julia
Ps: For the anecdotes and postponements, I loved the bit about “Will I manage to get up her steps to join her?” It turns out that I had to cancel our first meeting because I fell on those steps… Now, dear readers, you know everything!
When I enter, I see a large play area, with a table and lots of BDSM instruments and accessories on it. There’s no doubt about it, Mistress Julia knows her stuff and it shows straight away. The atmosphere is slightly subdued, but not too much so, with a little background music to calm the nerves. Madame immediately suggests a coffee or a drink to start the pre-session discussion. I gladly accepted, as my throat was so dry and hoarse (it may not have shown, Madame, but I was stressed in front of you!).
Rubber Gimp – The latex fetishist Slave
We discuss our expectations, we laugh about the fact that we’re finally meeting, we talk about the practices we like, the things we’d like to do, what we’ve tried but didn’t like, our past experiences.
And when we talk to Maîtresse Julia at that moment, it’s not the Maîtresse we’re talking to, but the Woman, listening. It’s so nice to have this kind of discussion to de-stress and learn more about each other.
Once we’ve had this little… long chat? I don’t even know what time it is any more, you’re so lost in space-time in the presence of Mistress Julia. So she accompanies me to the bathroom (magnificent and very well decorated by the way, a very zen and relaxing atmosphere). She tells me to take a shower and… puts on the full latex outfit that turns me into a Rubber Gimp! Madame decided that I should show her my various bonnets and outfits before I went into the shower. And then a new discussion started about latex and I saw her eyes shine brightly. Intrigued by the material, she looks at me and says:
- I love it, I wasn’t wrong about you and I can’t wait to see you in this outfit all mine!
The tone was set, Madame left and I hurried into the shower and put on my latex outfit.
The BDSM Session :
The session begins and I’ll skip all the details. But I can tell you that I was over the moon the whole time. Rarely have I loved my place as much as I did with Mistress Julia!
She’s authoritative yet gentle, and whenever she needs to be, she knows how to be tough and sadistic. She’s not the type to leave you tied up in a corner and walk away. No, no, she literally looks after you all the way! There’s not a moment’s respite and Madame is an expert at what she does.
I end up wrapped in cellophane over my full-length latex suit (hello heat, yes!), in a very uncomfortable position, arms crossed under the cellophane, totally enveloped, impossible to move or do anything. The lady turns around and starts whipping me, swatting me or whatever, I can’t see and I’m only there for her pleasure.
It hurts, I’m in pain, but I love it and she knows it. She moves her boots closer to my head and asks me to take care of them. So I do, and start licking her gorgeous boots, which have been giving me the eye all along. Then, BOOM, the big strokes start again on my bottom with a mixture of ballbusting, I moan and she laughs. At this point, the positions were quite distinct. I was her submissive, her slave, her toy, her Rubber Gimp. She was the Mistress, the superior entity who had total control over me.
She turned me over onto my back to take care of the front and started to masturbate me. I can’t do it, but I don’t want to disappoint her. The temptation is too strong, I’m too tense, so I say to her:
- Madam, please, I’m not going to hold out, I’m going to come.
And she replies:
- You won’t come until I tell you to!
And she starts counting down from 10 and tells me that I’ll be able to cum at the end.
End Of Session And Notion Of Time :
In the end, I resisted and didn’t come, but it was enormously hard. Mistress said she was proud of me and started to remove the cellophane. She gives it to me and tells me to accompany her to the bin, so that I can get to know the place a bit if I want to serve her later, and looks at me laughing.
(Her laugh and smile would make anyone crack, believe me…)
And that was the end of the session.
So I go back to the bathroom, Mistress Julia helps me out of my latex outfit and I’m off to the shower. It’s at that moment, in that shower, that I think back on everything that’s happened, it’s wonderful, angelic. I completely lost track of time and you know that when that happens to you, it’s because you’re having a unique, wonderful moment.
As I left the bathroom, Mistress Julia asked me for another drink to discuss the session and the future. I won’t tell you what was said during this discussion, you little voyeurs, but it was incredible and great.
It’s Inexplicable:
To sum up my first meeting with Maîtresse Julia, it was something I’ll never forget, a unique moment.
There are few people on this earth who make an impression on me and with whom I have a bond that is created at a first sight, a first meeting. Well, that’s exactly what happened with the presence of Mistress Julia, it’s inexplicable, but something was created and triggered in me towards this wonderful person.
I can’t wait to see her again and to serve her as I should. To evolve to satisfy her even more.
So for all that, thank you Mistress Julia and, I hope, see you very soon. I bow before you.
Sincerely, Rubber – Latex Fetishist Slave
To Conclude :
In conclusion, my encounter with Rubber, the latex fetichist slave was clearly my first experience of latex in such an advanced way. Seeing a submissive with a latex fetish, dressed entirely in this material, was something I absolutely wanted to experience. The feeling of having someone you can put a face to, and then the anonymity of the session… It was like having a truly impersonal object in my grip. What a real pleasure! For several months, I’d wanted to organise a trip to get hold of some latex… But the unknown nature of this material meant that the trip was postponed until some unknown date! This meeting with Rubber pushed me to go to Germany… 2 weeks later! You can read the article about the shop I had the pleasure of visiting right here.
For me, this meeting was phenomenally intense and awakened my passion for latex and the way the material feels on our skin… 🤩🤗
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