leather and latex and rubber – OH MY!
What is it about these substances that is so powerful that they bypass our sexual orientation, fetishes and fantasies, hitting our sexuality directly and in such a primal way?
When I pass a leather store in the mall, the smell invades my senses causing shivers to run up and down my spine. There’s little that can get me so wet as the musky scent of leather.
A friend had a voicemail he refused to erase for years; a dominatrix had called and whispered the word “rubber” again and again. He melted every time he listened to it, her words turned him into a puddle of submissive arousal.
Are you like me, finding the smell an instant turn-on? Or more like my friend who gets so aroused by sound?
Or are you more visual?
- the sight of a hot dominatrix encased in a bright red rubber corset
- the look of shiny black PVC boots that go all the way up a femdomme’s legs
- the slinky silver curves of a tight-fitting neoprene dress wrapping around her waist
Or do you get more aroused by sensation?
- the scratchy feel of latigo wrapped around your throat as you hear the lock on the collar click
- embraced snuggly as a dominant mummifies you with saran wrap
- the unyielding tightness of a latex vacuum bed
What is it about these things? I don’t have any desire to be intimate with a cow, but the scent of leather is an overwhelming experience for me. And it’s completly automatic, I don’t “think” leather, I just smell it and spontaneously react.
Do you have “buttons” like this that just hit you out of the blue?