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.
