Rubber. So tight, so slick - encasing, enfolding, converting, perverting, transforming…
You feel it, tight across your skin - enfolding your whole body. Not a single millimetre of your body is left uncovered: you feel that calming, tingling tightness stretch over your arms, your thighs, your chest, your arse, your cock, your hands - it even squeezes between your toes, around your balls - and pushes up into the hungry buzz of your twitching hole…
The hood enfolds your head. It is tight, dark, silent and sightless - it is already smooth and slick with the sweat that oozes from what was once your skin - at least, before the rubber became your NEW skin.
The sensations are overwhelming: the heat, the tightness, the slick trickle of your trapped sweat caught within the insulating rubber. You reach down blindly - try to touch your cock; your gloved hands feel the pulsing thrust of your perverse arousal, but you are denied true pleasure - rubber merely meets rubber, and you find that you cannot truly feel their stroking touch; frustrated, you try to pull off the restricting rubber sheath, but it merely tightens its grip, squeezing painfully around your encased and straining cock. You try to scream - but the rubber already fills the hole that was once your mouth; it slicks over your tongue, fills your throat, and finally silences every sound you try to make. All that now issues from the slick red tube is a wet gurgling moan - accompanied by the squeaking sound of rubber upon rubber.
You should be terrified - and yet your urge to struggle, your need to fight, slowly seems to seep away from you: as if it is being sucked from your soul by the endless, beautiful onslaught of pressure, of heat, and of muffling pleasure. You know you should resist, and yet - despite the fear, despite the pain - despite the knowledge that the rubber now coats you - defines you - you find yourself yielding to a growing hunger to simply submit - to let go, surrender, forget, relax… Distantly, you realise that the rubber is slowly CONSUMING and ERODING you - taking your body, your identity, your mind - and yet, you find you no longer care. You relax - let go - embrace the transformation - and BECOME…
enjoying a latex sunday
Libidex Neo castuit attached Blackstyle Toe Socks
I have no idea why someone has taken and cropped out the top half of the adorable Pup Jesse - here’s the original!
so much gear
I want these pants