Chapter Twenty-Five
More than one guest told about a creative fantasy realized in rubber and bound suspension.
Here, Lynda talks about constructing a containment ball
and suspension frame to hold her and how it feels to be totally enclosed in rubber, helpless in the grip of multiple winches cranking in steel cable attached to her limbs and body.
Lynda & Latex
There are enough of us here dressed in rubber to probably start another cult dedicated solely to rubber self-bondage. From conversations I've had so far, and this is Day Two, we are all pleased to discover, perhaps for the first time, that there are so many like us who thrive on being bound in rubber, sealed inside a second skin, feeling, tasting and smelling the sweet odor of rubber. That we live with latex is distinguishing eno
