Discovered my true fetish, I am a rubber sub! Dress me head to toe in rubber and anything goes
Looking for a Dominant to invite me to theirs and manipulate me. Trick me into submission and turn me into their dumb whore to be their BDSM/S&M dummy
Very submissive to dominant CD/TS/TV especially
6’ tall slim build looking to be made to kneel before you and ordered to open wide and accept what is placed infront of me. Made to take cock deep and hard. Fuck my throat and cum deep so I have to accept.
Hit me up, make me submit to you
Recently discovered sounding….oh my god!
Kik me at Looking4agirly
First experience
I was a young and naïve 18yr old on the bus on my way home from work. A middle aged man sat beside me as the bus was busy. He struck up a conversation and I embarrassedly replied. Strength and muscles was his conversation. Boasting he said feel this and held my hand to his inner thigh, “go on squeeze, feel how strong my thigh is “ I was flushed red with embarrassment but squeezed as instructed and quickly pulled away. He continued to talk and would touch me and pull my hand onto him to touch. I was so ashamed and embarrassed, there were so many people on the bus and there was me, being touched and instructed to touch him and just obediently obeying.
The bus slowly emptied and my stop approached, I stood up and asked to pass. “Stay on and come to mine for a drink if you want” he offered. I was shaking, “sorry I have to get home” I found myself saying, why didn’t I just say no? Instead of sliding both legs to the side for me to pass he sat back and spread his legs wide, “there you go sonny, just squeeze past” (he was going to have one last touch as I got by) I shuffled past nervously trying not to let my legs touch his which inevitably they did. It was only when I felt my buttock being squeezed I actually realised he’d wanted me to pass that way so he could have a good look at my bottom. With a slap on my behind for my troubles I was free. “You sure you won’t change your mind?” He said as I headed for the stairs. I just put my head down and red faced and ashamed made my way off the bus.
I wondered all the way home, what if I had gone back with him? I think that’s the moment the spark lit me. I had strangely found it exciting, the shame, embarrassment, obedience, loss of control. Oh how I have wished I’d stayed on that bus and found out what would have happened.
