Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Rubber thoughts


Rubber. So tight, so slick - encasing, enfolding, converting, perverting, transforming…

You feel it, tight across your skin - enfolding your whole body. Not a single millimetre of your body is left uncovered: you feel that calming, tingling tightness stretch over your arms, your thighs, your chest, your arse, your cock, your hands - it even squeezes between your toes, around your balls - and pushes up into the hungry buzz of your twitching hole…

The hood enfolds your head. It is tight, dark, silent and sightless. It feels smooth and slick with the sweat that oozes from what was once your skin - at least, before the rubber became your NEW skin.

The sensations are overwhelming: the heat, the tightness, the slick trickle of your trapped sweat caught within the insulating rubber. You reach down blindly - try to touch your cock; your gloved hand can feel the pulsing thrust of your perverse arousal, but you are denied true pleasure - rubber merely meets rubber, and you find that you cannot truly feel their stroking touch; frustrated, you try to pull off the restricting rubber sheath, but it merely tightens its grip, squeezing painfully around your encased and straining cock. You try to scream - but the rubber already fills the hole that was once your mouth; it slicks over your tongue, fills your throat, and finally silences every sound you try to make. All that now issues from the slick red tube is a wet gurgling moan - accompanied by the squeaking sound of rubber upon rubber.

You should be terrified - and yet your urge to struggle, your need to fight, slowly seems to seep away from you: as if it is being sucked from your soul by the endless, beautiful onslaught of pressure, of heat, and of muffling pleasure. You know you should resist, and yet - despite the fear, despite the pain - despite the knowledge that the rubber now coats you - defines you - you find yourself yielding to a growing hunger to simply submit - to let go, surrender, forget, relax…

Distantly, you realise that the rubber is slowly CONSUMING and ERODING you - taking your body, your identity, your mind - and yet, you find you no longer care. You relax - let go - embrace the transformation - and simply, BECOME…


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