This will come as no shocker but I am an extreme gear-head. To some this means something totally different (sorry for those that ended up on my page because of a miss-guided google search). But for me this means I have a kink for the transformational quality of playing dress-up in someway.
One of my primary gear-fuel kinks is rubber, and by rubber I mean latex. I fucking love it, and for many, many reasons, some of which I will do my level best to articulate now.
As a Second Skin
Most rubber is form fitting, and hugs the body with direct skin contact. Its smoothness to the touch, stretchiness and has the ability to mould to your shape and movement. Wearers often feel like they’ve been transformed into a superhero. As well as being visually stunning, wearing latex opens a whole new fucking world of tactile sense, transformation and empowerment.
All of your skin sensations are enhanced. You can not help but be turned on the whole time because everything just feels so much fucking more. It’s a little hard to put into words.
What happens is, as you spend time in rubber, your body releases moisture in the form of sweat. Rubber is not breathable so that sweat creates a layer between it and your skin. This is a “transfer medium” which spreads tactile inputs over a larger surface area. Thus creating some mind-blowing experiences. Add in some chem fun (ie pot or molly) and it’s a whole new world.
Chem not required.
Turn me into your GIMP
Rubber for me has a very submissive quality. Leather on the other hand makes me feel very empowered, Rubber very quickly places me into a strong sub headspace. There is a ton of reasons why but part of it comes from the transformative nature of it. It’s very easy to become something, or someone else with rubber, and adding layers of it to your body really helps to isolate you from yourself and your reality.
I want to become this faceless object kneeling before some cigar smoking Leather Daddy, locked into a head to toe latex prison with no escape from the new purpose I have, which is to be used at their discretion. The more of my primary senses you can restrict, the more submissive I become, the more I want you to control me.
This is what it’s like to be a Gimp.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term, a gimp refers to someone whose sexual fetish is to dress in a rubber mask or bodysuit and then be restrained and dominated. This is of course a simplified definition, it is in essence what a gimp is. But yet it is so much more.
I love being a gimp, it is a study in extreme sexual frustration, and I fucking crave it!
Its Bondage for your whole body
Keeping with the submissive under-tones, I want to touch on the bondage components. Most people’s understanding of bondage is limited to restriction using external methods like rope, leather straps, or chains. But bondage can be factored down to the restriction of personal movement and will. For me, rubber creates a sense of being controlled, which in turn helps to propagate that submissive head space.
I know this feels like I am just repeating myself, but I can ensure you, while some of these attributes carry a recurring theme, they are in fact very different mechanisms for maintaining the submissive head space.
While gimp’ed out, rubber is a continued reminder that you are under someone else’s charge. You do not have free will, and being locked in rubber acts as a “force multiplier” reinforced this. You need “permission” to be released, and have placed that trust into the hands of someone else. It’s super fucking hot!
