So, after some difficulty, I removed the dust from the long sleeve rubber shirt and slid it over my head. I struggled to get my arms into the sleeves, trying to slide the rubber over my skin. There was resistance, but I finally got them through. Now all I had to do was pull the rest of the rubber down over my torso. Easy, right? I don’t see how I could have a little slave-girl and not take her just like any other girl would be taken? Do you?” She asked pressing the tip of one of her fingers against my tiny opening. “Do you see any possible way that you could keep that from happening?” She asked as she pushed the first 1/3 of her index finger into my hole. I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness. On May 20, 2021, my first ever pieces of rubber clothing arrived from Regulation. It was a moment I had dreamed of for years.

Fetishes cannot be ignored, nor can they be successfully suppressed, so if you can’t come to terms with his predilections, you should call off the engagement. In fact, my angry, middle-aged father would’ve probably fitted in with his penchant for ‘the slipper’ whenever me and my sister stepped out of line. And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me. After a stronger and more intense second orgasm she climbed off of me then got to her feet, standing beside the bed. She planted her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. “You shouldn’t have stopped with just a bra and a pair of panties though!” She told me shaking her head.Delightful!” She said after listening to me admit that to her. “I think that I’d love to watch you being used like that myself!” She added with an amused tone of voice. As with so many of the individuals here, she is impressive to behold; impressively free, like a rare bird tired of its cage. She gave herself to him then, milk pouring out of her into his waiting gullet. He squeezed her hard with his hand, and her rubber teat responded, pouring more of the frothy white liquid into him. Rebecca was suffused with an utterly new feeling, a glow, for every human touch was pure pleasure to her. She was nothing but rubber, milk and sensation, and she loved every second of it. She moaned silently.

She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar. The preparations for this moment had been in train for many months as it had become clear that this is what Claudia both wanted and needed. The most visible of these was the results of the multi-stage process to eliminate and exterminate every last hair from her body, whether they were the leg hairs she had never liked, the hairs on the top of her head she had replaced with a wig, or even her eyebrows, whose absence had been hidden with a fake pair. Now the wig and fake eyebrows had been removed, her absolute hairlessness lay exposed. But it was clear she had no choice in the matter anyway. Dr. Meeks was already well underway. He sprayed her eyes ear and mouth with some sort of solution, muttering something about protecting the mucous membranes. His young male assistant hooked her into a harness, then unstrapped her from the wall she had been bound to. The salesgirl pushed a button on a remote control, and Rebecca felt herself lifted by some kind of crane. As she went past Dr. Meeks, he patted her foot almost kindly. "Goodbye, my dear," he said. "I hope you enjoy yourself." After turning off the lights she got into bed. I waited several seconds before turning so I was facing her, then I moved so my body was pressing against hers. Then I slipped my leg up over her hip so my knee was lying at the top of her thighs.However, in terms of your sex life, if your fiancé needs rubber to get aroused, then compromises, such as allowing him to indulge once a week, won’t work. Am I right sissy?” She asked. “Would you like to be used in that way?” She kept asking me, prompting me until she forced me to tell her that I would probably enjoy being taken like a real girl. Activities that lie outside the “norm” are only a problem if they are disturbing for the non-fetish partner.