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Heavy Rubber and SeriousKit Sessions

Heavy Rubber Sessions are all about the intensity. As a Rubber Mistress, SeriousKit Equipment is another arrow in my kinky bow.
However, what makes these sessions with me truly unique, is my deep understanding of the rubber submissive longings. As being such an adept Rubber Fetishist myself, I’m able to deliver an overload of the most intense sensations straight from my deviant soul. And I take great pleasure from them.

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Here, I’ve used SeriousKit SPT and the Bipolar Nipple Cylinders, all electroconductive, sucking and pulsating. The EStim plug and electroconductive rubber ball ring.
I’ve administered the poppers via my vintage Halothane Vaporiser in the StudioGum 2mm rubber hood. A high-end visual and technically outstanding combination.
All of these items available now at myLondon Rubber Studio.

The whole rubber scene, as well as employing first-rate equipment, it bears my distinctive style of lustful empathy and involvement.
Indeed a Heavy Rubber Session for the true fetish devotee.
Watch the clip produced, filmed and edited by me here

To book a Heavy Rubber Session, contact me via my Contact Page with detailed description of your fetishes and level of experience.
I consider novices and seasoned players alike. Requests have to be presented in the Contact Form in a way that matches my passion, in order to get my attention.

The Chemistry as Approaching a Rubber Mistress

When my Rubber Mistress life gets too busy, I wonder if I should delegate a personal assistant to deal with the load of the appointments arranging for the rubber bondage and medical fetish sessions with me. Then, I realise how important my own judgement is for me when vetting a submissive person contacting me for a session.

To me, every detail in the initial approach is important, everything plays in the game of seduction. As, let me be frank, I need to be intrigued, cerebrally seduced by whomever wishes to submit to me. If they fail to ignite that spark in my sadistic mind by their words I’m reading, they don’t even get a reply.

The second hurdle faced by an aspirant submissive who wishes to have a BDSM session with me is our first telephone conversation. Being gifted with a musical ear, I immediately feel in the submissive’s voice if that kinky chemistry is being triggered.
That very chemistry which is the metaphysical connection I rely on during play, when cognitive activity is locked outside my Rubber Studio.

Miss Velour is my Rubber Mistress persona, but I’m not fictional character by all means and I’m not just money motivated.

Many whom I’ve deemed incompatible, or haven’t followed my rule have been refused sessions. Also, many who have had sessions with me know how deeply involved I am during play. Now you know why. No connection, no session.

So, if I take a while to reply to you, be mindful of my approach and what kind of person I am behind those layers of rubber.

The Branding of Sissy Rubette

I am one of those adept Mistresses whom there’s nothing her collared sissies wouldn’t do and Rubette has almost exceeded my demanding high standards this weekend.

She came to my door at the end of a rather long punishing sabbatical from seeing me due to her past misconduct. After making her wait outside my door for an hour, she was let in, carrying a fantastic full body suspension leather harness from Fetters, as a token of her repenting.

I wanted to use it straight away, but I had been invited to a cabaret dinner at Queens Hotel in Brighton and I did not want to miss it.

We both dressed up, I did her make up and styling and off we went. We had a marvellous time. At the end of the show, I took Rubette back and invited another of my subs – GB, just because I can be greedy like that sometimes.

As we were waiting for him to arrive, I started tormenting Rubette, winching her up in the strap harness, EStim genital clamps and rubber gas mask hood on, connected to the aroma’s pot. If that wasn’t enough, she was chastised repeatedly, as spinning round like a hanging piece of meat… All very intoxicating… I expect!

As soon as GB arrived, I locked Rubette in the puppy cage, where I knew her limbs would have suffered the discomfort of its meagre space for, at least, a couple of hours… Well, I had to make sure of the sincereness of her repenting.

As the lock of the puppy cage door clanks shut, I go and let GB in with a bite gag in my hand – I find this very effective towards the off putting small talk of my subs when they greet me.

And there it is, my new plaything, I soon make him slip into a well lubed up full enclosure rubber catsuit and a sensory deprivation rubber hood. His balls get squeezed in my skilful and unforgiving rope bondage harness as soon as he hops on the gynochair – I do this before securing his hands, as we all know what a man would choose between loosing his hands, or loosing his balls, should he think of escaping me!

Next, bondage leather straps are severely buckled on the chair and the nipple clamps and the EStim butt plug applied on his unzipped areas; his agony begins.
I recreate myself this way for some time, flowing and ebbing his pain, manipulating his chemistry by administering tumultuous opposing sensations… What fun!! For me, of course…

As I see him almost giving in, I release Rubette, she almost fell off in prompt obedience, as crankily coming out of the cage. They are both almost broken, but, as I’m still so hungry to play, I resolve in giving some solace to each other, conceding them what they love the most: fellatio. Rubette is on her knees again!

Ah, the pleasure that gives me watching the show my subs put up for me! I am indeed so fortunate.

Feeling satisfied with the whole performance, I draw the play to a close, GB leaves and I’m alone with Rubette.

I feel somehow she has forgotten about her previous misconduct, she looks too complacent, that cock sucking galvanised her, obviously. She was now on the concrete floor – that’s where she sleeps when she stays over, naked. My devious mind pondering on how I could get the message across to her, indelibly.

Branding her, I thought, that’s the only way… And, it is rather astounding what you can achieve with a searing tea bag coming straight form Mistress’s cup, landing on the sub’s defencelessskin! To my amazement, the artwork was a scream… Rubette uttered some serious loud ones, but I doubt it was because of the artistic outcome of my creative branding!

As I give the comforting hugs, I order her to go to bed… she’s going to sleep well tonight, I thought!

The day after was all chores and cleaning, serving Mistress at the best of her abilities. The love that I felt from her was ardent and sincere like never before…
I was delighted to realise that the love heart shape branding I gave her, sealed her undying devotion.

Anon’s Musing

I’m struck with the urge to tell the World.. but now is not the time
As I’m tightly bound in heavy rubber in a posture, truly sublime

Magnificent Miss Velour has granted me her attention
And for the next few hours my life takes on a completely new dimension

Her intoxicating presence, my heart rate rising high
Her authority undoubted; I know I must comply

Oh, Miss Velour, articulate, with quiet Italian intonation
The excitement soars as I contemplate… my imminent prostration

A base layer of latex begins the effect, with a medical skin latex mask,
my heavy rubber restraints will keep me focussed on my task

Around me, an astounding collection of serious apparatus
Substantial chains, racks and ties confirm my captive status

By far the most erotic factor over all of the above
Is wonderful Miss Velour as she dons her second latex glove

Of course I’d seen her images .. and videos before
but nothing could prepare me for what she had in store..

Miss Velour is an aesthete with an expert eye for style
Enhanced by signification substance behind her sexy smile

My breath is controlled though a mask and tube with aromatic scents
A hedonistic predicament is what Miss Velour presents !

My colon full of J-lube I can’t stop my gyration
As Miss Velour subjects me to Signification inflation

My head is swimming, I’m in heaven but there my story ends
What happened next stays private. Goodbye for now my friends !

Thank you, marvellous Miss Velour for experiences sublime
My memories will keep me dreaming. Can’t wait ‘till the next time !

Anon

The 16 Hours Training of Rubberslut Vernie

This is a touching tale, written by my rubberslut Vernie and visual composition made by me of our 16 hours play.
Enjoy!

In a previous sessions when Miss Velour had me dressed as a rubber doll, she started suggesting she should get someone round so I could suck their cock. I had always consider forced bi a hard limit but I started to get turned on. She has a great way of sowing the seeds of further perversion in your mind so they blossom at a later date.

With the seed sown I emailed Miss Velour asking if this could this happen. She reacted with enthusiasm and it was clear there was going to be no backing out. I booked an overnight session, part of which was to be my first bi experience.

The lead up to a session is always a mixture of excitement and apprehension, even more so in this case. Would I be able to do it or would I freak out and not be able to handle it.

As soon as I arrived Miss Velour took control in her charming but no nonsense way, which was strangely comforting. It became obvious that bottling it was not an option. I was transformed into a doll, sadly not as pretty as last time but there were practicalities to address!

I was given a soothing remedy to make me more compliant and restrained in the dungeon while Miss Velour let in and readied “The Stud” in the next room. Finally Miss Velour introduced “The Stud”, head to toe in black rubber save for his not inconsiderable cock. This was it!

The next hour or so was a whirlwind. I was spit roasted with Miss Velour driving a long strap on deep inside me while I sucked on The Stud. A highlight was watching The Stud service Miss Velour, I then had to lick them clean and The Stud pounded my ass.

Finally The Stud came in my mouth as Miss Velour took some very humiliating pictures, which in itself was a big turn on. I think the anonymity afforded by my doll costume and The Studs all over rubber was an important factor in the success.

That was just the end of the beginning.

The Stud left but there was a lot more to come. I was subjected to an intense electric and breath control session. On more than one occasion when I thought I had reached the limit and was fighting back the safe word Miss Velour upped the intensity and I went through a barrier to the next level. I can always rely on Miss Velour to take me through my limits to that special place.

I ended up exhausted, but exhilarated. It was time for bed. This time I slept in full latex with a butt plug held firmly in place. I was spared the indignity of having to consume my own waste in the night as on previous occasions and I was even treated to nightcap of Miss Velour’s nectar. I drifted off to sleep with the threat that any early morning fidgeting would be severely punished ringing in my ears. After a restless night of fitful sleep I managed to avoid that fate at least.

Next morning I was placed in a latex body bag over my catsuit, hood, gloves and socks, so I was completely encased in a double layer of latex. The large electric butt plug, the Stuffer, which had been inserted earlier was connected and switched on.

Next came the gasmask. It was exciting having Miss Velour pose for selfies alongside me while waves of electricity pulsed through my rectum, even though I could only see things dimly through the misted up gas mask. Next came an electric sound and plenty of breath control.

Eventually Miss Velour removed the gas mask and tortured my nipples while the waves of electricity continued to build and build. She sat on me, her eyes staring deep into my soul. Having her beautiful face so close made me think I could take any amount of pain for her. I was consumed with the impossible desire to kiss her on the lips. Perhaps sensing this she gagged me and smothered me with her breasts. The electrics ramped up to 99 a final time and I was completely spent. “Just rest there for a while Vernie and I will come and release you.” said Miss Velour but I had little rest as the electrics went through a devious random selection of programs finishing me off while she laughed and busied herself behind the curtains.

I was eventually released and after a shower and a chat I was released into the mundane world outside to dream of the next time.

Rubberslut Vernie

My Sissy Rubette’s Memoire

A snippet from Rubette Sissy’s latest adventure with me:

It was a Sunday morning I was on holiday from the mundaneness of work for a week relaxing at home and doing nothing in particular when my mobile phone rang out, I noticed straight away that it was my Mistress (Miss Velour) calling me, my heart missed a beat or two and pounded in excitement mixed in with some trepidation wondering what exactly my adored Mistress wanted.

“Hello rubette my slut, Miss Velour here. Seeing as you are off work for a few days pack your best rubber outfits and get your sorry arse down here to Brighton as soon as possible, I have something planned for you”, rang out from Her assertive voice – one that I have grown to love and fear so well over the time I been allowed to serve.

How could I resist or dare to say no to Her commands after all I have been trained well and become totally obsessed by Her powerful intoxicatingly dominant presence and perverse powers of persuasion it was the least I could do to please Her and was really happy that I had been summoned. After changing having a full all over body shave and shower I packed as much of my rubber wear that my case would hold and drove south by car to my Mistress’ domain.

Having arrived early I was then instructed by phone text to spend a couple of hours having something to eat and drink whilst Miss Velour was busying Herself and not quite ready to see me the least a lowly summoned slut slave like me could do extending the excitement and thoughts of what my lay in-store for me. After the two hours had elapsed my Mistress opened the door to Her domain and with a slight sadistic smile and glint in Her eyes beckoned me in.

After all the usual pleasantries, Miss Velour then instructed me to get dressed into my rubber black and red dress, black rubber stockings, elbow length black rubber gloves, panties, black open toe high heels and a blond wig and, to finish off my glorious transformation, She did an impeccable make up, that I could hardly recognise myself in the mirror! I admired myself in the long mirror and passing complementary comments at myself and a big thank you much to the enjoyment and laughter of Miss Velour.

“We are going out on the town rubette”. I was full of excitement and amazement mixed in with a wee bit of going into the unknown but my Mistress would be there to look after me. The taxi arrived Miss Velour and I climbed into the rear my Mistress looked around at me with a joyful smile and I returned a nerves joyful smile in return whilst the driver looked on, but deep down it was what I had wanted for so many years now and Miss Velour was making it possible for me! I felt so lucky”

Miss Velour and I got dropped off by a hotel in Brighton and I was following my Mistress everywhere. We both meet up with a few of Her fetish friends got introduced, talked and attended a fetish sale and a night party all very exciting before going on for a meal just a short walking distance away, walking on my 6inch heels fully dressed along the street foot paths totally unaware of people all around me. I had a few phone photos taken by my Mistress in the hotels gents toilet cruising, whilst being arrested by a American police man, against a lamp post outside on the street like a lady of the night and in a restaurant. What a blast! Lots of laughter and fun was had especially by Miss Velour.

The following day was spent cleaning my Mistress’ studio as a big thank you from me and in readiness for my abuse at the hands of a Master and my Miss Velour in the evening although to what degree I could not have imagined.

I entered into the session with open eyes not wanting to displease my Mistress and at the same time enjoyed being used like the sissy whore that I know I am and strive to be for my Owner.

Fully dressed in rubber up as in the previous night adventure and whilst strapped down onto a bench I was made to suck a nice Masters cock deep throat to completion taking down all the hot cum into my eager throat whilst kneeling before Him, had my sissy cunt fisted by both Miss Velour and Master, fucked by Masters cock and Mistress’ huge strap at the same time spit roast style having my sissy bottom paddled as encouragement until I cried out to stop. Disappointed, used, abused my face running with black mascara after all the abuse. “I will try better next time Miss Velour, I promise”, as I slumped to the floor, broken .That night after all the abuse I slept well on my Owner’s bedroom floor and will be back again Miss Velour.

I returned home happy after Miss Velour had summoned me and I hope Mistress was pleased with my efforts at pleasing Her. I know there are many other chores and adventures into depravity and perversity ahead and hope I can measure up as life would feel so empty without Her training, ownership and control.

rubette – slut of MissVelour xxxxxxx