Second Identity

What a Bizarre World

My name is Tom, and I am a hard latex fetishist. I have been visiting the latex paradise Black Fun for years. Always new specials, always a breath of fresh air, the team of Madame Gillette never runs out of creative puff. Each of their specials is a new highlight. My trained expectations are huge every time and are always over-fulfilled. On each of my visits, everything went the "usual way" until the 20th of May.

Inspired by the mega photos of the "Second Identity" special, I booked a session lasting several hours. As usual, I rang the bell at the inconspicuous white door of "Black Fun". Instantly, the endless black hallway swallowed me up like the maw of a sea monster. Almost hypnotically, I handed over my self-esteem at the entrance. I love this drifting in a rush of power, and I am deeply dazed every time. So I obeyed the commands of an alienating voice, the voice of Mistress Honey Punch. A surreal mythical creature had agreed to take care of me. I only dimly recognized the extent of this feminine rubber beauty. It seemed to me that latex cosmetic surgery had done a fantastic job. An unbelievable sight, wherever my shy gaze wandered. Huge rubber breasts looked out at me, these merged into a narrow wasp waist, which in turn led to a bulging latex bottom followed by long legs reaching to the sky.

I crouched like a little dog in my usual position in front of her as her latex gloves touched my chin and forced me to let my gaze melt into hers. Clear eyes glared at me from a sea of lashes, deep red, large, vulgarly overgrown latex lips beneath them. Her every word was filthy, perverted and yet sounded like the light ringing of a triangle in the wind. For a brief moment, I could forget space and time until she dragged me, chained by my hands, neck and feet, to her instruments of torture. With an energetic, commanding tone, she forced me to marvel at her highlights. I felt anxious for a moment, until suddenly, my salvation was standing next to Honey Punch.

Another completely divine creature and not of this world, Lady Luna Venus. She was my rubber goddess and while my little slave heart slipped down my pants, she had meanwhile prepared everything in the rubber suite for my sex change into a perverted rubber-doll. A celebration of a special kind, extensive and intense. She knew how to manipulate my thoughts and form me into her little new toy, completely submitting to her wishes.

I was flashed by all that beauty. Both of them a deity in their own field. I didn't think ´that it could any better, until Luna Venus led me to the clinic.

I was to get to know Lady Donatella. She is the rubber clinic expert, a clinic specialist, who knows what kind of treatment her patients need. Whether catheter games including bladder rinsing, surgery demonstrations, NS games, anal stretching – she knows her ways.

Then there is the beautiful Lady Divina, but her appearance is deceptive. She is merciless, mercilessly strict, but also motherly and loving. Always at your side, sensitive and kind to you, but knows how to punish the disobedient little slave boy harshly. Carrot and stick is her motto. My emotional state vacillates between bliss and shock stupor, an in-chain plaything between all this surreal latex power.

To my sweet horror, Lady Megan Bound now entered the stage. I thought she must be the devil among all the ladies. Sinister, scheming, deadly, sexy, and she knows how to play all the slaves off against each other, for example when they are tied up like piece goods on the slave carousel. She always gets the confession she wants to hear from you.

My voluntary rubber detention unfortunately came to an end, the hours flew by. Always in a drunken stupor and far from an ordinary studio stay. In my little world, nothing is the same anymore. Consistent rubber-scenario from beginning to end. Second Identity - a full-on rubber-session of superlatives. Emotionally and visually, a rubber world of its own.

This scenario only exists in Studio Black Fun.