. The slick sensual friction of latex, covering my body – and yours – bound tightly in a pose that forces to watch my rubber clad form surround you, preying on your lustful, hungry, glances. . You struggle in my sleep sack, or rubber straight jacket, my hoods encasing your face, forcing you to breathe the intoxicating scent . It’s almost too much for you, but yet everything you need; you squirm to no avail, forced to surrender…. . . The fantasy of the rubber fetishist is often, at it’s…