YumCha - CumCha

Over the last couple of months they have been a few interludes of the kinky kind, but none that were worthy of being written about.

This weekend however, Mr. Wrong was in town, so I’m now having trouble climbing stairs and keep grinning like an idiot.

He arrived on Friday afternoon and straight away the magic was back. We had silly music in the car, the conversations that start off clean but soon digress into pure porn and the touching of hands to thigh while I drove. I’m actually surprised that we actually made it to Hellfire, but then that was the event he’d come down for.

We did a few ‘nilla things that folks do when they are away for the weekend. Had yum cha with a friend, watched a movie, went wine tasting and fixed one of my dining room chairs. Mr. Wrong is very handy, and I’m not just talking DIY.

We also got up to allsorts of wrongness that felt ohh so right.

He dressed in latex catsuit, ballet boots, gloves and gasmask, lay on the bed and then I teased him until he couldn’t hold back anymore. It took a while getting there and for a dominant man, he did very well. I enjoyed the fell of him dressed in full latex, while I started in a mini T and shorts, having just had a shower. I needed another shower once we’d finished.

The next night we were both a bit knackered after the excess of the previous evening and a very full day, but still we ended up in situation that will make us both giggle for a while. Just before going to bed, I felt the need to give him a big kiss, but outside in the fresh air, as it was such a lovely night. We ended up have sex in the car like a pair of 17 year old hiding from our parents. It was, I have to say, awesome! It’s really quite amazing the positions you can get into in the back seat of a Subaru Outback.

The last night we really were both exhausted having spent the day driving to the Hunter Valley and back. At 10pm we decided to call it a night and behave ourselves. We both climbed into bed and turned to each other and started chatting (it’s what we do, loads of chat), after about ten minutes, he asked, ‘have you ever just laid down in your latex?’

My answer was no, and we were both out of bed and dressing in catsuits, etc before I’d even finished saying it. Needless to say, we didn’t just lie down and at one point I even ended up cuffed to the St. Andrew Cross.

The day he was to travel home, came too soon. I’d taken the day off work and we spent the morning doing a latex photo shoot. I was dressed in latex; he was in jeans and a t-shirt. All was going well, until he asked me to lie down on a white fluffy background and then straddled me to get a close up. Before we knew it he was starkers and I was in doggie pushing my face into the rubber sheeting.

I have to confess to feeling sadness as I drove away for Sydney’s Domestic terminal.

Sweat It Out

It's really not a good idea to wear head to toe latex when it's nearly 40 degrees C outside. Forty five minutes after this picture was taken I poured a large amount of water out of red thigh high boots.

Scent

The scent that comes at you before you even lay a finger on the smooth texture of the fabric, as soon as you open the wardrobe, the draw or the self sealing bag it is kept in. Have you stored it powered, or clean? If it’s powered, a light smell of baby powder with rise to greet you. Johnsons Baby Powder, a distinctive smell all of its own and the vaguely chemical smell mixed with the odour of innocence. If you chose to store in another brand of talc, you may be assailed by a more flowery smell combined with the rubbery scent that makes you weaken. Stored clean, then all you'll get is the over whelming smell of rubber. No talc, no imagined smell of purity.

Latex stored in powder will glide over your fingers when you touch. The hanging items can be freely stroked as your hand touches it, running quickly over the surface, sliding between the layers. Flat folded items, each layer will lie heavy on the other, a hand slid between these folds will feel the weight pressing down. If you chose to store clean, the natural tackiness will result in your fingers skipping over the outer surface, tripping, to get to the next sticky part.

You select a piece or pieces to wear. It may be a top, does it have arms? It may be a pair of trousers, tight or loose or even a skirt, simple A-line with a zip up the front. Will you be wearing gloves too? Each item will require careful donning. These trousers are not denim; you can't just drag them on with wild abandon. This is not a cardigan you can tug at. These are not work gloves with ridges for support. You'll want too dress quickly, but beware. A fingernail out of place may do damage, but only if you have long ones that shine with scarlet polish, if you a boy, then not so much to worry about. But first the talc you used to store with comes in handy. It will help the item flow over your skin, caressing you as it moves. If you stored clean, then talc before pulling on, hair plucked at this point will take away the pleasure of that first kiss of latex. Dress slowly, enjoy the moment. Draw it out and savour the moment as you would a fine wine or delicate morsel. Roll the scent that the stretching and heating releases around on your tongue, taste it as the air around you fills. Breath in deeply as it engulfs you.

If the initial touch of the glassy fabric didn't get into your head, then the freed essence will convince you, again, that this is for you, always.

Some Smoochies Too

Mr. Wrong came to stay again, this time for ten days. The reason, Sydney Rubber Ball 2008. Despite already having our outfits planned we spent the whole week playing latex dress-up. Of course the dressing up and subsequent polishing led to allsorts of naughtiness.

We snogged like kids on the sofa
He tied me to the bed
I tied him to the bed
He strapped me to the St Andrews Cross he’d made me
We deprived each other of sleep
I put him in high heels and twisted his nipples
We sucked parts of anatomy that bring great pleasure
He held me down and tickled my sides, I laughed like a drain
We nearly made out in the cupboard in Parliament House, but he bottled
He made me tense so hard that I nearly pulled the cleats off the bedposts
He took my photograph
I took his picture
I made him lose control
He returned the favour

PS. Rubber Ball was a little disappointing, but we looked hot in corsets

The Vacbed

I got to have a go in a Vacbed in return for what I would class as my first Professional assignment, only I hadn’t made the switch at that point and I didn’t get paid.

I met the tallboy on a website and we got on well. We spoke, we met and we arranged to play. My gut was warning me about something but I couldn’t pin down the reason for it, so I gave all the date details to my sister and told her I would call.

I met him in a hotel room on a motorway. I was armed with my case of goodies and so was he. It was very odd from the start. He was dressed in a catsuit, hood and gloves when he opened the door. I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt the only thing that gave away my intentions was the riding crop sticking out the top of my case.

After changing and putting my game face on I took charge. I teased him and gave him a jolly good spanking. I fucked his arse with a strap-on and tossed him of ‘til he came. I received no attention from him at all. He hugged me before retreating to the bathroom for a shower.

I was still wearing my catsuit when he appeared wearing a towel. He said, ‘your turn’.

I was surprised as he led me toward the Vacbed laid out on the floor. And told me to get in. He told me to place my face under the short white breathing tube and get comfy. I lay there loosely enclosed between two layers of latex. The smell surrounded me. As I placed the white tube between my lips I heard the zip start to ascend and my own breathing. He told me what was happening at each stage.

‘The suction motor is quite loud.’

I wasn’t listening. I was taking in the sensation of the latex being pulled onto my body by the suction. It was cold on my skin and wrapping around me. The underside of my legs, my back, my front, my feet…all were being encased in a veil of rubber latex. My breathing sounded louder. Then the motor when silent.

‘I don’t want to freak you out’

I could feel the air leaking in and creating spaces between my body and the latex pocket. The euphoria I felt with the coming suction leaked away as the air leaked in. I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine coming down feels somewhat like I did in that moment.

I was in the bed about 90 seconds in total, it felt like a lifetime.

Now I want one.

Latex Galour

I mentioned that while in the UK recently I did a bit of latex shopping. Here's the proof and this is just the stuff that hangs. It doesn't include the hoods, gloves and suspender belts that have been recently added too.

SMS Speak

I was talking to the not-boyfriend on SMS this morning about him coming over and polishing me while wearing latex and he said ‘can I come and rub you down next week?’

I replied with auto fill switched on and had to scroll through;

PVC
Rta (ironically I’ve worked for them)
Pub
Sub
Pta
Suc

Until I could send, ‘you can rub me anytime:-)’

The Catsuit

You've been asking for it, so here it is. The Catsuit.

It is accompanied by a hood, gloves and a cincher. Of course it goes all the way to my ankles were I am wearing the boots mentioned here ;-)

My not-boyfriend took the picture, not bad considering he had no idea how to use my camera. Afterward we took full advantage of the outfit and the extra lube/shine spray that was used for the extra gloss.

PS. This is likely the most you’ll ever see of my face on this blog, enjoy it!

My Catsuit

Today it hangs forlornly in the hall near the radiator gathering warming (drying) rays. Last night it was matched with a hood, my funky boots and gloves to completely cover me in a second skin, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed.

God, I was hot!