How It All Started

How It All Started

I suppose that any fetish oriented blog would be lacking without an explanation of sorts of how that fetish started. I, of course have many- but all of them are superceded by the presence of rubber. That is to say, that while I consider them fetishes, I consider rubber far more important- and truly can't appreciate those others unless rubber is involved. Also, let me clarify that personally... I don't think fetishes are formed per say, but awakened. This is quite an interesting topic to me, and will be given due justice in another entry (hopefully). Bearing all this in mind, let's get started shall we?

The very first 'contact' I had with rubber clothing, was through the movie Batman Returns. And if you are between the ages of 19-26 and have a rubber fetish, I would venture to say that its a safe bet to assume that that movie at least played a role in it. For those of you who don't know what I'm referring to, four words; Michelle Pfeiffer As Catwoman. While those four words might not mean anything to you- perhaps this photo will...

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There was just something about how it hugged her figure, the glossy perfection it gave her. How it seemed to add to her 'evil' and dominant personna. Consequently, this also got the ball rolling on my desire to submit. Of course, I was probably around ten years old at the time (I had rented the video with my dad), and had no idea what the material was, and I was almost ashamed to ask my dad- as for some reason I already knew that the sort of attraction I had wasn't 'normal', so to speak.

In time, I forgot about it- or rather, forced it out of my mind. But, several years later when I was in the 6th grade, and 12 years old, it all came to the surface again. I remember that I stayed home one day from school, it might have been a vacation or I might have just been playing hookie. Either way, I was flipping through the channels and came across Jerry Springer.

I can't remember the title of the episode, but what does stand out is that a husband was cheating on his wife with a Dominatrix. They brought the husband and Dominatrix out as a pair, with her wearing a pair of latex hot pants, a rubber corset, a pair of wrist length rubber gloves, and a pair of knee high stiletto boots. The husband was led out on a dog collar and leash, on all fours, wearing a pair of latex shorts.

I got my first erection at that very moment. It was amazing to see how beautiful she was, and how powerful she was. Up until that point I had always seen the male as the dominant sex, the central power, the Alpha dog. It shocked me how this lithe, somewhat pale woman was able to totally control the male not not through brute force- but through a mixture of humiliation, degradation, and mere assertion of her will. I wanted to be that man.

But, that hardly answers the question as to the origin of my love for latex. Or, does it? You see, the image of Catwoman came into my head again, and I imagined her in her latex catsuit- treating me like that woman treated the unfaithful husband.And so I started to research, through the wonders of the internet, all I could about this new desire in me. And it was through the knowledge I gained that I came to give concrete terms and definitions to the emotions, urges, and desires I was feeling.

Humans are insatiable creatures. No matter how much of something they get- they crave more. And so did I. I craved knowledge... and was that knowledge was gained, I craved experience. When I was in high school, I dated a girl for about three and a half years who was a year and a half older than I, and confessed all my fetishes to her. I was lucky enough to be able to experiment, to experience many of these desires (though on a much smaller scale than in my fantasies). She even bought a pair of latex stockings, gloves, and a latex dress.

I was in heaven... though midly dissapointed that they had no men's clothing. (It was just a local porn shop, nothing extensive). But one day, I simply couldn't take it anymore. She left the clothes at my house... I tried them on. I couldn't bear NOT knowing what it looked like on me, what it felt like... even if it was women's clothing. And obviously, I was not dissapointed. I began to imagine myself- shoved into a full body suit of latex, forced to submit to... well, anyone. I wasn't gay, or bi... but, the desire to submit in latex to someone was so overpowering that it made me want to do things that I had before deemed incorrigble. It made me look, and feel... 'not-human' and that anything that happened, or anything that I did... wasn't me doing... it was that alien form in rubber. And so began my spiralling descent into the world of rubber slavery.....