I had a playmate come over to play. I was on retreat to my Isle of Wight location. Away from the bustle of London I can have my guests entertain me in my otherworld. I had to think of something to do entertain my time with a gimp. So being previously perverted from watching too much latex porn like Gwen Media, a friend and I invented our own arrangements to experiment on our test subject. I wanted to keep him enclosed and out of our way as long as possible. We could then go and babysit the body bag whilst we went off and watched more latexporn lol. We spent the day welding together rubber hoses, had to think of controlling his bodily functions. He was prepped with a clinical rubber suit, and tightly encased in a specially fitted body bag. It had location rings down the side to make him secure on the bondage altar. We spent the time almost like icing a cake to web him down onto the bed like a pair of spiders. The layers of rubber were not only thick but compressing and restrictive. I made sure he was going to be a snug bug inside by having prepped his extremities with thin latex gloves and socks. He was going to incubate for hours not have his blood supply cut off. Something I cant understand in a lot of latex porn is their ‘apparent’ suffering in latex enclosure for hours when clearly some of the suits look like they are pinching beyond comfort, and on me no doubt would cause numbness and tingling. It’s a side affect I don’t want to occur in latex, so everything has to be made especially for an individual, and thin layers help prevent welts from rucks in the rubber.

It must feel fantastic to be worked on and fully enclosed like this, I wish I could be done in something similar myself, but sadly never manage to get cohorts together I would actually trust. He had no idea what was going to happen to him in that pepper eyed bug hood. And trusts that he would be looked after well. He must have had only a tunnel view between her legs as she loomed over his head while we started to tube him up.

But when he started to squirm, and ruck, and apparently enjoy himself, I got rather jealous/disgusted of his pleasure, where so far I had not had the obligation… so I decided to be mean. My girlfriend rolled the silicone convene on, and I attached it to his breathing tube. If I had had the time, I would have made a latex pissbag. As it happens his pissbag became his breathing bag, but visually would have been desirable to see a bag come alive in quivering bloating latex. He had no idea where the tubes where going, we only threatened him with drowning in piss, and if he had spunked himself, he would not have been able to bear it. [Evil Laughs] It’s only the fact that he was horny was able to make him suffer the torment of threats for so long.

She mashed him with her ballet boots, he should have been quite scared I hope. I was masked myself, I could be as evil as I wanted knowing my sinister doll face was not giving away any of my humanity to let him off the hook.

We both used gas masks in order to enjoy ourselves a bit of the enclosure he was lucky to suffer. It was surreal, in our individual worlds, yet all connected like that. The outlets of our breathing hoses were connected to the rubber hoses we had made earlier. And as they bloated with our breath, so breathing became hard and made me more high and psychotic. I had wrapped them around her in an almost harness type arrangement, so while we worked separately, she was feeling them constrict and entertain her.

Then finally, we thought we would let him brew while we pissed around with our hoses. He lasted 6 hours before he jangled some chains to be let out. Turned out he couldn’t hold any longer and pissed himself anyway. Most of it went into a front pocket, so we lumbered him into the bathroom shuffling along still cocooned, and swung him over into the bath to flush him out. My girlfriend laughed and said it wasn’t that much different to working at a nursing home. Rolling bodies around and working on their basic functions. Only the difference is, woops! it might become a euthanasia camp than a nursing home. I then threatened to drown the gimp in a dunking session whilst he wormed around in the bath…

I used to perv at the young men on the beach in their wetsuits. Now I have youtube and it’s diversity of frogmen all domesticised making cups of tea and still wearing their breathing apparatus. Laughs out loud at my own version of Latexporn. I think I’m terrible for managing to cream off wank material off youtube. As a fetishist though, things can be innately non-sexual for me to really find them attractive.  Somehow I managed to gather my own collection of gimps. I think I pulled them mostly off myspace, … and what to do with them? Well, we made a short mainstream film for a start? It was great. It made it into New York’s Cinekink filmfestival, and got me onto IMDB. Not my idea of Latex porn by any means, but a good laugh to bridge a gap between fetishists and mainstream. (wait ’till I make my own version of Latexporn, that’s me slap in the middle by the way)

If you’re gay, it must be hard enough finding someone. If you’re a fetishist I realise that hidden sexuality is even less likely to match, let alone dealing with the personality match. So what else is there to do than find all the latexporn I can? Oh and cut the bullcrap of matching personalities and conversational qualities, just give me a gimp! I realise that I do not represent the needs or interest maybe of the average woman. But let me explain my main reason for my ‘love’ of gimps .. among still many more things. Here is one of them:

There is a very good use for gimps. Women change and evolve, even though men want us to stay the same. We go through phases, like our bodies live on a different clock. We change our looks all the time to keep our mystery, our seductiveness, and finally that keeps us attractive.
Our opinions may change over time too, we are a fickle lot. Seeing as our bodies go through growing changing phases of youth and woman hood, and even put us through an emotional monthly cycle; We – are entitled, no matter how confusing it is to the genetically inferioir and less complete race of men.. to rewrite our wants and needs. Our sexuality is based more in the mind, we are more creative or need creativity around us, but sadly bore easily. Yes, us women, are the guilty parties for moving on. A man has to find new ways to fulfil us or be left behind.
Men (to me anyway) are just dicks. The sooner you realise this, the less dissatisfaction you will have later on.
You might find a useful dick to fit your phase of life for a while, but owing to a woman’s changing nature, we’ll get bored of them, we’ve sampled their genepool of missing chromasomes, and when they start talking too much about themselves, pull the fucking gag out ladies. He forgot he was just a sex object. Talking about ourselves, is a woman thing, men are just supposed to listen and be support your changing gameplan. If a man starts talking about himself too much, I would have to be a lesbian to love him, but I cant cos he has a dick.
Don’t get me wrong, I like men. All kinds of men. But they are just for my toybox. Pull one out when I need one, ideally a rubber one. Gimps don’t talk and bore me with their idiosyncracies. I can adore their muscular beauty like a man wanks over his shiny new car. A Lithe slim gimp is also a seductive object to me, in homage to an effeminate forme. Gimps are attractive, even if they are effeminate, because they are distilled version of manhood. Without wobbly fleshy disgusting bits, safe to use, aesthetically pleasing, sterile… There is nothing less manly about them to be attracted to, if anything, for me, only the best properties on show. He is, I might say, as objectified as a dildo.
Rather like romans selling their slaves, I think there should be a gimp trade. If as a woman I need someone to masculinely rough me about – I would still want it to be a matter of fact gimp. Like some hooded henchman hangman, gimps are not there to be weak and pathetic for me. They can be braun, without the self opinionated rambling I don’t want to hear.

Keep one in the wardrobe for later. Guys? I will just point out it’s often easier to act, and for the lady to accept a whole new gameplay if you are zentaid up. Surreal satisfaction both sides. A degree of seperation from reality can keep the fantasy, and relationship alive. I just happen to live in a fantasy world.