Having one or two rubber pieces on (for example, stockings, shorts, a swimsuits, gloves) is something completely different from being totally encased in latex. At some point the quantity turns into quality. When you skin loses the contact with the outer “space”, you are plugged, gagged and unable to see, speak or even hear, you do not have to be bound to move into another world of “inner feelings”.

Everything changes. You can roll around, or, better, swim in a warm and soapy water in the bathtub, stroking yourself, you want it to last forever. You do not want to get out of the tight, elastic, gentle but very “confident” and protective layers of coffee, vanilla and chocolate smelling latex. Something inside you switches and your mind is drifting away, your awareness of time and space is gone…

And at that time you want your arms to be tightly bound behind your back, legs spread and tied down to the shiny handles on both sides of the bathtub, the warm water flow inside you and between your own skin and the second skin (or is the second skin also your own skin?), the gag and the plug(s) slowly move back and forth increasing and decreasing in size, pulsing in one rhythm with your hips ….