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Mistress Patricia Marsh relates one of Her more memorable rubber
Domination scenes. Those who seek watersports humiliation and
degradation from a true Professional and Dominant Woman visit Her site
at http://www.patriciamarsh.com/ to book a live session, or download
QuickTime clips at our Clips4sale store: http://www.clips4sale.com/7066.
Years ago, I had a client I've fondly named the "rubber worm" who had a
heavy rubber fetish, was exhibitionistic, and into public humiliation
and degradation and assorted acts of debauchery, degeneration, piggery,
and perversion, with a taste for the colours yellow, brown, and white.
I recall one particularly colourful and entertaining escapade.
As was the norm, I made him book a hotel room - because he was
certainly too disgusting to set foot in My private space. Anyway, days
ahead I had him all primed and psyched up for the session. He had to
abstain from masturbation for 48 hours before our rendezvous. We went
over his shopping-list of items to bring - rubber bed sheets, hoods,
gags, oodles of rubber clothing including stockings, gloves, tight
shorts, a bodysuit, bloomers, a little girl's dress, an inflatable
vibrating rubber dildo - named Bozo - an enema bag, vials for my golden
nectar, a pound of raw liver, and a polaroid camera to capture the
whole bizarre and perverse affair.
This particular afternoon, as often was the case, we commenced in the
hotel room, then had a little foray into public, before ending up back
in the room.
He tongue-polished My fabulous form-fitting rubber outfit, then he
modelled his rubber clothing for Me, all layered on top of each other,
each pose more raunchy and vulgar than the last, lewdly employing
various props, and the piece de resistance was a delightful sleaze-cake
pose with his head in the toilet. Aiming as best I could, I filled the
tiny vials with my golden nectar while he lay on the floor, holding
them in his mouth - naturally a lot spilled all over him. He installed
Bozo and ordered him to wrap up his genitals in the raw liver. I took
scads of polaroids documenting all of this creative depravity.
We eventually sauntered down to the bar. I was decked out very
provocatively in a skin tight rubber dress with a zipper front and
stilettos. He had on as much rubber garb as could fit under his street
clothes with Bozo and the slimy raw meat still intact. Armed with the
polaroids and the vital vials. I led the way, he following at the
obligatory three paces behind, making a rather loud squishing sound in
all his rubber. I swear you could smell that rubber a mile away.
Anyhow, I chose a table at a prominent spot and I had the waitress
eating out of My hand in no time. She was young, sweet, and naive,
from a small town, and I knew just how to play her. My attitude was
friendly, flirtatious, and playfully conspiratorial - as if I was
letting Her in on a private joke. I told her that the "kinky
professor" and I were from out of town and came to T.O. for the day to
"get into mischief", and this seemed to intrigue her. I kept sending
her back to the bar for more drinks and made sure that she was well
tipped. "Should I tell her what you have in your pants", I teased my
degenerate companion, just out of earshot. At one point, I asked her
how she liked my outfit, and confided that the "kinky professor" had a
"little fetish", and that My dressing in this way made him My total
sl..., for whom nothing or no act would be too depraved. When she
guffawed and expressed disbelief, I offered her a "private
demonstration". She blushed and said, "Oh no, I couldn't". I wasn't
going to push things further with her, except for one final gesture,
pulling out the four vials of golden champagne and emptying them with a
flourish into "rubber worm's" drink, saying: "Time for your medicine,
dear."
Meanwhile, I was making eye contact and flirting with a guy at the
bar, who had been observing Me for quite some time. I brandished the
envelope with the suggestive polaroids and laid it on the table, and
with much merriment, I took the pictures out and placed them
deliberately in plain view one by one, ridiculing wormie by describing
every debauched act in detail. I really had the complete attention of
the guy at the bar and gestured for him to come over and join us. He
sauntered over, drink in hand, his eyes glued to my rubber clad
breasts. "You look absolutely sensational, I'm Martin," he gushed
excitedly pumping My hand. I smiled mischievously, gave his hand a
hard squeeze, and not being one to mince words, I replied: "I'm
Mistress Patricia Marsh and this creature is rubber worm, he's My total
sl..., isn't that right, wormie?"
"Y-y-yes, Mistress," my slimy companion stammered, turning beet red.
"You're shitting me," our guest responded, looking back and forth
from one of us to the other.
"Not today," I quipped, "just piss today, and we've already done
that, haven't we sleazebucket? I have other plans for today, and I
think you'll find them rather entertaining, actually my plans include
you."
"Who me, plans, how so?"
"You'll find out soon enough, but first let's just get everything in
context." I began to lure the fascinated stranger into my web of
Domination, explaining how I am turned on by Power, how my lust for
control is insatiable, and that the way I like to exercise My Control
is by directing people to perform feats of endurance, demonstrations of
submission, and acts of debasement - acts they would never even
comtemplate in 'normal' circumstances. It's like those knights in
fairytales who had to perform all sorts of superhuman feats, putting
their lives on the line in order to win the hand of the princess. But
with me the ultimate reward is my pleasure. By the way, how's your
meat doing, rubber turd?" I demanded.
"F-fine Mistress,"
"And what about the meat that's wrapped around your meat,"
"It's running down My leg and making a puddle in my rubber
stockings, Mistress."
"What a pig he is, I can't take him anywhere," I laughed, placing my
hand on Martin's thigh, glancing at the bulge in his pants.
I then proceeded to completely expose the worm's perverse
idiosyncracies, relishing every detail, and made him confirm everything
and elaborate on the dirty polaroids scattered over the table. I
turned the vibrating butt plug on for good measure. I knew full well
that this was the exact treatment that the filthy pervert craved and
needed and that he was close to coming in his pants right there and
then.
"Yes, I am disgusting," he admitted, "I know it and I am helpless to
be otherwise in the face of this Rubber Domination. Mistress
understands my weakness and likes to rub my face in it, and that turns
me on. It turns me on that I am so helpless and debased and
disgusting, and it turns me on that people, men, women, she-males, see
how dirty and disgusting I am." Martin was amazed by wormie's candour
and could how I was so clearly exhilirated by this game. He was
smitten with me and 'it'.
The waitress who had been observing us from the bar, tentatively
approached the table to freshen our drinks and I scooped up the
pictures, saying, I don't think you want to see these." She quickly
agreed that she probably didn't.
"What's that humming noise," she asked. 'Bozo' was still going
strong.
"Thats the kinky professor's pacemaker, it's very noisy, isn't it?
I think it must be defective." She smiled and shrugged, shook her head
and hurried off, as rubberworm squirmed in his seat.
"You see, wormikins here is very well trained," I confided to My
rapt admirer, "except in one department. That requires the presence of
certain male body parts. We once called in a male escort, Mister big
dick, but unfortunately he didn't live up to his name, but I bet you
won't disappoint Me, will you? It makes my pussy wet thinking about
it," I purred, "gazing at his substantial crotch. Do you think we
could perhaps have a little fun with those? Rubber slut does have a
very agile tongue, I assure you, and I've got some very interesting
implements I'd like to demonstrate, just to add some spice. After all,
what's pleasure without a little pain."
Our guest readily agreed and we all retired to the hotel room. What
took place there I'll leave to your imagination. One last thing I
should mention, Martin was actually a good scene friend I had planted
there beforehand. He had been around the fetish block, witnessing and
participating in a great variety of scenarios, however, this was
certainly the most unusual, and to this day we have a good laugh over
it.
To experience all of your fantasies of the ultimate degradation visit
http://www.patriciamarsh.com/, or download QuickTime clips at Mistress'
Clips4sale store: http://www.clips4sale.com/7066.