She knew how to make an entrance at her favourite fetish club. Despite it being full and people in every kind of outfit from near naked to the most elaborate of costumes people still turned their heads when she arrived. It wasn't just because of her heavy latex outfit that provided full coverage of her body from head to toe it was also her mystique and the way she strode about the place occasionally picking a plaything. No one had ever seen her full face either, she had always turned up fully hooded and barely spoke a word.
This night she had turned up fully hooded as per usual. A vision of total rubber enclosure. Only her deep green eyes and her bright shiny lipstick the only human features on show. Her heavy dark eye make up and long false eyelashes only added to the brightness of her eyes.
Tonight she was in her all black latex ensemble. A rubber queen to tease and delight yet in full control of what she was doing. A tight black latex hood moulded around her facial features highlighting her high cheekbones. Sat atop the hood a fake but impressive pony tail. Matching the hood was a shined to perfection tight latex catsuit. The latex followed every curve of her body pushing her boobs up and pulling her waist in.
It was an outfit she had worn many times before but tonight it was the little extra and accessories that made her stand out in the crowd. Over the top of her latex catsuit she had very carefully rolled on a pair of transparent latex stockings attached to a black latex suspender belt that pulled her stomach in at the same time.
Next came the latex gloves. Black, shiny and pulled high to the top of her arms. What really set these apart was the long false black nails attached to the fingers. Then finally came her boots. Only calf length but it was the height that stopped people in their tracks. Heels at 8 inches high and platforms at the front at 4 inches it made her the tallest person in the club. Most people would not be able to walk in them without falling over but she strode confidently around observing everyone.
She turned heads and she knew she did. As she glided through the club she knew people would turn and stare at her and it gave her a thrill to have this effect on people. Her anonymity didn't only excite her it also excited the people watching her. There were rumours she was the club owner or that she was someone famous or very high up in a public place hence the hood and full latex coverage. Another rumour was that she was a rich wife hiding her identity. Someone once suggested she was just a lowly secretary occasionally living a secret life. Whoever she was she had confidence, knew what she wanted and could afford to have the most gorgeous top range made to measure latex.
She hardly ever spoke when she was at the club, if someone came up to her she would just dismiss them or ignore them. She knew what she was here for and it was her choice who she played with. Tonight was no different, she strode straight to the bar asked for a double vodka and orange, downed it in two and turned around and watched the room.
Her gaze fixed on a male about 20 yards away moving past some tables. He was dressed in a full black latex suit and hooded. Not as impressive as her latex outfit but still impressive. Immediately she strode over to him meeting him head on. She stopped and beckoned him to her with her gloved hand. Once he got to her she pulled out a leash from a small bag over her shoulder and clipped it on his collar and pulled hard. Was this pre-planned? Did they know each other? There was at least two other male rubber gimps there tonight so how would she know which one was hers? But surely she wouldn't just pick out a random stranger for what she had planned.....or would she?
She pulled her rubber gimp along roughly by the leash through the crowd. He followed willingly, the lucky chosen one. People turned their heads to look, some even started to follow intrigued to see what her plans for him were knowing she liked an audience. She led him to the small podium at one end of the main room. She motioned for him to lay down which he did willingly and perfectly for what she was about to do. She deftly bound his ankles together and then strapped his legs tightly to the podium. Moving up she placed his arms by his side and strapped them tightly aswell still not saying a word to him or anyone. She never made eye contact with anyone as she went about her task of bounding this gimp down but she knew people were watching her and she found this a massive turn on.
She took hold of a latex blindfold and tightly placed it over his hood cutting off all vision of her. He was now bound and blindfolded with only his mouth so far open to the world. She continued her actions oblivious to the gathering crowd, she delicately unzipped the crotch of her shiny black catsuit and eased it open to reveal her glistening wet pussy. Knowing that everyone was now watching her every move she stood over her bound rubber gimp, surveyed the room without making eye contact with everyone and then proceeded to sit down on the gimps face.
