Chapter Five
My First True Taste of Rubber
We halted for a moment at the door, then it swung open and I was submerged in the overpowering aroma of well-lubricated rubber, wafting from within. I was unfamiliar with this scent and more than a little anxious about wearing it, but Frau Baxter permitted me little opportunity to wonder about what was to come, drawing me fully into the windowless, though brightly lit room. It was lined with large, deep, light wood-coloured drawers and along one wall was another large mirror. What was truly startling to me though, was that all other surfaces but the ceiling were coated in a thick black and very shiny rubber! The ceiling was like that in my bathing room, being neon-lit from behind translucent panels and at points along the walls, heavy rings
