Death Rubber & Spring Break

Rubber Sub inserting a motorized sleep aid at bedtime

Motorized dildos & encasement suits: The photo above shows a Rubber Sub inserting a motorized pelvic plug (the female escort candidates call them joysticks) as a sleep aid. The good ones have anti-expulsion ridges that fit behind the pubic bone to prevent accidental expulsion from vaginal muscle contractions during orgasm. The remote control allows adjusting the vibi to the exact stimulation the user wants or needs for her circumstances. The continuous or pulsed stimulation focuses the wearer’s mind on something pleasant and can be used to exhaust her to the extent that she sleeps and dream erotically for hours and hours. For female rubber fetishists who enjoy sleeping in an encasement suit a well lubed motorized dildo with a G-spot vibi on its lowest setting is ideal for nights when sleeping alone.

Or, for a Sub, if her Dom is traveling and she has been ordered to sleep encased it can take a girl’s mind off the pooling sweat between her breasts, under arms and the service zip open (for the power cord) will allow some drainage of vaginal discharge because having an operating joystick inserted keeps a woman very, very wet. The distraction provided by an operating joystick is especially helpful for girls new to and being trained in the role of a Rubber Sub. To ensure long duration encounter reliability for bondage Subs strapped to a bed or table where they can’t help themselves the small AC motor driving the vibi head eliminates the problem of batteries dying in the middle of an hours long encounter leaving her encased but un-stimulated to marinate in her own fluids as she contemplates life bound to please as a rubber sub.

‘Death Rubber’ as a fetish: For anyone new to reading this blog I’ve coined the term ‘Death Rubber’ for tight rubber clothing of any kind; sportswear such as SCUBA wetsuits or drysuits or fetishwear such as latex lingerie, catsuits or encasement suits in which another woman was encased when she died while having sex. Wearing rubber that another woman died in while being penetrated by a man is a huge turn-on for me and I’m fortunate to have access to some of this type rubber gear through one of the jobs I’m called on to perform from time to time. Sex for me while wearing death rubber is not only intensely physical but a profound psychological experience.

A reader recently took me to task for writing about that aspect of my life, commenting that “you are too cavalier about it with your supposed fetish for "death rubber". That's one I can't even begin to understand.” Since from his other comments he seems to be broadminded and have rather sophisticated tastes I was a bit taken aback by his comment about my being too cavalier about other women’s deaths during fetishist sexual encounters when in fact I do everything possible to hide their identities if they had been involved with something questionable or where family is available, which is seldom the case, help return the body to them with respect.

But it’s not just wearing death rubber. There is also being taken to orgasm wearing DR, while having penetrative sex with an unprotected man who is doing his best (biologically) to impregnate me which is another important part of the allure of death rubber for me. My circle of stallions have very high quality sperm so I know when they plant their seed in my belly they are giving it their very best shot. My being able to do what the previous owner was unable to - to enjoy the reproductive act as recreation - while wearing her rubber protection gives me a feeling of power over death and a bond with the original owner’s spirit, from the tiny bit of her life force still left in her rubber clothing or equipment.

Spring Break in Vegas: It’s that time again and while many college students head for warm beaches some want a bit edgier experience and come to Vegas. It’s usually the 4th year under-grads and grad-students who can legally drink and play the tables and who want to sample the kinky side of Sin City. The singles bar (the Meat Market) and the lounge shows at Naughty Pleasures at our casino, help provide a good introduction to the kinky side of Vegas.

Unfortunately we are already seeing young women on spring break come in to our 24/7 clinic for emergency contraception because they forgot their pills or the condom tore. So far this year condoms tearing on zipper tracks of rubber catsuits seem to be the most common accidents, but then we run a fetish friendly clinic so perhaps that’s why so much rubber walks through the door. I can relate, about the scramble to get him reinserted when he slips out just as she is approaching orgasm so no attention is paid when the tip of his protection snags on the track of her service zipper. This year male grad-students from UNLV - who are hunting unescorted Co-eds from Eastern colleges like grizzlies standing in a spawning stream waiting for salmon – seem to be the ones with the torn condoms. The service zippers on the rental-rubber catsuits the chicks wear aren’t well protected when open so can be a hazard to a man if he isn’t careful. In the men’s favor they usually bring the inseminated chicks in for EC. Some opt for Ella, the new EC pill, others for having a copper IUD inserted. I’d like to think it’s because a guy wants to do the right thing by a sexual partner, but a major motivator is that a paternity suit can complicate a guy’s life especially if he’s in med or law school.

Bad actors: Occasionally there will be a belligerent woman who is under the influence of alcohol or drugs. I had one of those during my shift as duty manager several nights ago. She was a grad-student with money in a well fitting high quality rubber catsuit, open face hood with long blonde hair pulled through the hair tube and gloves. The suit fit so well I was pretty sure it was hers and not rental-rubber. She wore a pair of good quality leather ballet-boots and she had enough talent and practice to actually walk in them rather well, before she became obnoxious. I knew she was an amateur when I saw the hair tube. No serious fetishist wears a hood with a hair tube in a new venue because it’s a physical and identity liability.

She had been snorting coke and had w/o warning attacked another woman breaking her arm with a kick aimed for her breasts, but her victim managed to turn and take the blow with her forearm resulting in a compound fracture. I tried reason but miss agression wouldn’t calm down and I could see that the quieter I got the madder she got and that there was going to be another confrontation. She was tall, 5’8” (6’5” in ballet boots) with long legs while I’m 5’4” (6’1” in BBs) so she had the reach on me. I had security guys available, but it was a matter of minimizing the disruption while letting the customers see that a woman manager can take care of a problem so I decided to handle her myself.

I knew she was going to kick at my breasts. In a woman-woman bar fight women in ballet boots almost always try to kick an opponent in her breasts which can be painful, but not disabling. Even so, it was time for me to pump my breasts and I really didn’t want to have a boot platform, mash an engorged breast or worse the 7 inch spike of a heel puncture one. I’ll try to use reason to defuse a tense situation, but if it comes to blows my policy is to use whatever force necessary to end the fight as quickly as possible. So I was ready and stepped back when she kicked, then stepped closer as the momentum of her kick opened her pelvis to attack and I brought my boot up with a kick calculated to put her down w/o doing too much damage by putting the leather sheathed titanium vamp of the toe-box hard into her crotch. It hit with a solid thump and enough force to lift her off her standing leg. She gasped couldn’t get her breath and couldn’t get her working leg back under her before the platform of the boot on her standing leg hit the floor and her knee buckled as she doubled over at the waist. As her head came within range I kneed her in the face and she toppled over on her side moaning and clutching her groin. It was over in less than 5 seconds.

Perineal trauma: With her down I rolled her on to her back with the platform of my boot. The first thing I looked for was to see if her thighs were still correctly aligned and that she could move her legs. I was relieved that she could, a good indication that I hadn’t fractured her pelvis, but had produced perineal straddle trauma which is exactly what I had intended. Before I struck I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a Jill pad and as often as I’ve hit opponents with that kick during KP Boot fighting they were all wearing pelvic protection. So estimating the force necessary to create tissue injury w/o major damage is always tricky. She seemed to have good bone structure, but you can never be sure how solid a woman’s pelvic bone mass is and that sort of blow with too much energy behind it can shatter an unprotected pelvis. When the EMTs slit the crotch of her suit to check the extent of the damage they found her pelvis bloody, her labia majora split and her clitoris seemed badly mashed. I was pleased that it wasn’t worse and was something that will have her avoiding pelvic masturbation and penetrative sex for at least several months after reconstructive surgery.

Breast relief: By the time I had filled out an incident report security had the police there the EMTs had treated both women and taken them to the private hospital where we treat casino related injuries. My breasts were so full and throbbing that I couldn’t wait to get back to my office and get into my Medela breast pump rig. I needed immediate relief so went back stage to the male dancer’s dressing rooms opened my front zip with the top pull and had two of my male dancers who were on break between shows milk me, one at each breast. I was afraid that my boobs were so engorged they would develop stretch marks! I’m delighted to say that didn’t happen. Probably because of the special lanolin moisturizing cream I rub into them every evening at bedtime. While I was with the guys I asked one of them to satisfy me sexually as well because breastfeeding is an extremely erotic activity for the woman being milked. So Andy – who has amazing manual dexterity – used the bottom pull to open my crotch, inserted two fingers and caressed the ring of nerves just behind my Introitus while manipulating my clit with his thumb. He knew exactly what I like and got me off while emptying my left breast. It was marvelous! Until I began lactating myself I had no idea and wondered why some women don’t wean their infants until they are 18 months or 2 years old. Now I know how pleasurable breast feeding can be, I understand. But breasts of lactating women take continuing maintenance and clogged milk ducts and chapped nipples are no fun at all!

Eye drops, nipples and gasmasks

Refusing latex encasement training Eve is given time to reconsider

Eye drops on nipples: I helped capture a rapist the other day. He is very fond of milking lactating women so an undercover cop with whom I have an occasional intimate encounter thought I might be used as bait to catch him. I was told that the rapist had been stalking me because of my Balanchine body and B-cup breasts and because I let my stallions breast feed in public, at Naughty’s, so it’s not a secret that I’m lactating. I thought I should do my bit for law enforcement since I so often bend if not break one law or another, not to mention he is suspected of raping a friend of mine.

He has a nasty temper so I thought it would be a good idea if he was taken as quietly as possible so I tried what I was told is an old prostitute’s trick, putting special eye drops on my breasts that he would ingest when he milked me. If you get a large enough dose it acts quickly to disorient the person and put them to sleep. The problem is that the drug, Cyclopentolate, can be absorbed through the skin as well as the mucus membranes. I’m not sure how working girls prevent drugging themselves when they paint their nipples (none would admit to me that they do it or know anyone who does) but what I did to prevent drugging myself was I applied a coating of liquid-skin bandage around my nipples. As long as my breasts were filling the coating stretched and matched my skin perfectly. When I knew he had followed me into Naughty’s I went into the ladies room unzipped the neck zipper of my black latex body condom and painted the medicine on to the liquid skin around my areolas and carefully kept it off my nipples, positioned the girls back in their cups and zipped up.

Show time: Then it was time for my act and I went into the Meat Market so he could find me and make his move. It didn’t take him long, which was a good thing since by that time I really needed milking. He groped me right there in front of God and the rest of the aroused crowd of singles, fondling the cleft head of my pelvic plug and pinching my nipples to make them erect to push hard into the latex membrane of my body condom. I took him to a secluded booth in the back and we ordered drinks. The anesthetic side effects of Cyclopentolate are greatly increased when the person has alcohol in their system. I had my usual which is a nonalcoholic beverage tricked up to look like a regular cocktail while he had doubles. By the time he was on his second drink he had my neck zipper down and my breasts exposed. He also opened my crotch zipper and was obviously experienced as he expertly removed my Penetrator plug commenting on how strong the vacuum seal was before he broke it with a juicy sucking sound. Then he kissed my left nipple and began to milk me. He squeezed my breast, gave the nipple several hard sucks and then switched to my right breast where he did the same thing then alternated back and forth. Within two minutes he was unsteady and not swallowing. The milk he was sucking from my breasts was drooling out of his mouth. He slowly rested his head on my breasts and began to snore.

I had been wearing a wire in my fetish hood and told the Casino security and the LVPD waiting in the service area their package was ready for pickup. They came through the back cuffed him and carried him off on a gurney. I zipped up and carrying my plug in my hand went to shower and have my body condom cleaned before my breast milk that he had spilled both on the inside and out turned rancid. I carefully washed my breasts getting the Cyclopentolate off first then used a solvent to remove the liquid-skin and changed into a fresh black latex body condom and matching pleasure boots before meeting one of my stallions, Peter, for a proper milking and an awesome doggie fuck orgasm in the same booth where I anesthetized my first lover of the evening.

Gasmask encounter fatality: A returning third year UNLV coed drowned in her SGE 150 gasmask over the weekend. She was using her own filter canisters rather than rent one from the fetish club she belonged to because she thought it was less expensive to provide her own and the one she screwed on to her mask had been tampered with. Someone added crystals that dissolved giving off nausea gas when moist breath was drawn across them. She vomited into the small tight fitting oral-nasal unit of her mask and drowned in her own vomit while she was being penetrated from the rear as she lay sprawled across the island in the kitchen of her own small apartment. Her partner (well connected to the movers and shakers in town) called for a cleanup crew. Fortunately she was wearing an FC2 condom. He said he thought her struggles were to adjust her position to enable her to take his full length since she was petite and he was very well endowed. He said he never heard her vomit or scream as he had his ear buds in and the volume up on his Nano listening to The Rolling Stones ‘Satisfaction’ which he calls his pussy song.

That sort of thing happens more often than you might think. Everyone assumes gasmasks are life saving devices and used for their intended purpose, to continue breathing in a hostile gas environment they are. But used by the Fetish and BDSM communities as devices for breath play gasmasks can be extremely dangerous. And, because there is so much jealousy within the local BDSM community between rivals for the favor of particular partners they are becoming more commonly used for murders dressed as unfortunate accidents