Why fight it….....
The fetish by the Rubber Slave
.... A fetish, can never be fulfilled, just when you have thought about your most complete place of peace, a weightless feeling, along comes another new direction, your Mistress will be your true guide to achieve your impossible pleasure.... Be respectful.
A St Andrews cross, is an ultimate piece of restraint, an immobile feeling, you can only watch, for her pleasure.... The most beautiful sight lies in front of you, a woman of sweet power, a hunter of new levels of pleasure, 'for you?' , she smiles, no for her, you maybe allowed to share, and if allowed, then you better be sure that hard work is in front of you...
A true Mistress, will take you down a road, by your choice of course, that will give you a place in life that is yours but owned by your Mistress, if you believe that, then now you understand your fetish, don't fight it, accept it, a vanilla life is quite normal and stable, an individual who accepts their fetish, is even more normal, you don't believe me do you?
Her long stocking covered legs point toward you, toe nails painted, glistening through the almost transparent material, quality of course... Looking straight at you, admiring her rubber slave, shined head to toe in latex, straining at its gag, traces of saliva from the corners of its mouth... Ho to owned, Mistress, laid with just stockings on, the light room temperature making her nipples stand up right, she glances at her slave to rubber, straining in the crotch area, she smiles lays back and traces her body with a gentle touch of both hands, breasts, stomach, inner thighs and over her sex mound.
Hearing a throat noise from her slave, not looking at it, she discovers her rose, with precision, her rose flowers, the moist area is a sight it doesn't deserve to see, but Mistress allows the pleasure to be witnessed, she takes her favourite toy, playing with her rose, working fingers and toy all over sex area, she is losing herself, it's cock is straining and becoming painful, due to the fact it's rubber catsuit will not allow the freedom.... It sees the toy and fingers becoming wet , Mistress writhes with pleasure.. She cums, gushing, it wants to be relieved... Removing its gag, it's out take of breath is met with a mouth full of nearly dry cum fingers from the Mistress, it laps ,sucks, greedy to enjoy every drop, she replaces her fingers, with her toy, gently fucking its mouth, until all sex juice is removed, looking at it, gently kissing its forehead, she walks away, it can only look on, whilst this beautiful sight leaves the room, left in the silence of the room, cock aching, accepts its Mistress decision today, tomorrow will be different....well that's if Mistress wants it, 'Do you get it now sub?'....
Written by a Rubber Slave for his Mistress
