My exquisite Mistress in rubber – a Testimonial

It had been too long since I had last visited Mistress Cara and my anticipation was at fever pitch when I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she came to open the door.

We had exchanged emails to help set the scene, spoken on the phone to confirm details and I’d even found myself the subject of her erotic tweets which was very arousing! Now here she was, in the flesh once more, and wearing the black rubber leotard and thigh boots that I had lusted over since her website makeover.

I followed her upstairs, afforded a spectacular rear view of her diminutive but amazing figure, longing to touch but knowing this was an honour that I would need to work hard to earn – if at all.

Yes I do lust over her and, as is her way, she extracted this confession from me almost immediately. Zipped inside the cocoon of her rubber body bag, he entered my psyche, drawing from me my confession of how I fantasised over her images.

In real life she is far more than her images imply. Naturally dominant and controlling, nothing can prepare you for the sight, feel, smell and taste of her rubber collection. She can turn from a sensuous writhing kitten as she torments you with a body-to-body massage, separated by clinging rubber, into a spitting hellcat of fury if she thinks you are enjoying yourself a little too much!

I adore this woman and hand control to her immediately as I walk through the door. She is taking me on a path to complete degradation as I seek a position as her toilet slave as, step by wonderful step, my journey continues…