Latex brings about many different fantasies in me, one of which is total submission, enslavement by others, becoming their toy. It is scary all right. When the hood wraps my head and the second one inflates it to oblivion, the rubber is pressed tight all over my face; I hear little, watch nothing, taste only the rubber breathing tube, and smell nothing. The discover of touch is the only one left, and only about useless. My nerves grow ultra sensitive. The least little thing becomes huge. With that hood, I lose all discover of direction, most of my balance; my world is reduced to “inside-me”. My fantasies and imaginations game tricks, and I can manipulate my senses, in particular my sexual desires to become enormously demanding.
The photographer and I feed the car with all the equipment. Before leaving home, I lastly costume into this red catsuit which I love a lot; it is so comfortable. The sensation of rubber makes me shiver with delight, in particular when I zip the suit up. It is a moment of intense pleasure when, encapsulated in latex, the suit becomes â€œmeâ€. With care, I shine it to perfection. Then, I costume warmly on top, slip on my boots, walk outside, and step in the car which has been heating for a while. So far, so good.