The long awaited item has arrived.
So, I managed to get home from work this evening before Karen and the kids were back from her picking them up at Bright Start Academy. So, as usual, I checked the mail box. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that there was a package inside, and that the postage on the package was Royal Mail from the UK (England, to be specific).
I hurried inside, and before I even had a chance to go to the restroom or let the dogs out to potty, I opened the package and carefully removed the latex rubber dress from the inner bag; whcih was taped up with a receipt and promotional advertisement attatched to the bag.
The rubber is thicker and heavier than I had realized it would be. Different from latex dresses that I have purchased in the past (cheapies, that were adult novelty store items, but were latex rubber none the less), and the heavier matierial is a definite pluss in my opinion. Not only will this dress be able to hold up better under the stress of being worn and used for whatever love games my mind can conjur up next; but the thicker structure of the form shaped dress (not simply a rubber tube) will shape and contour to Karen's sexy figure, providing extra support and lift than thinner latex rubber or fabric.
The dress was a dull black, being lightly coated in powder to help it ship better, but it smelled so sexually delicious. I know that you powder rubber when it's not in use to protect it from damage, sticking together, etc... so I was actually expecting that. I just can't wait to get a bottle of Armour All and shine this thing up while it is stretched around Karen's gorgeous curvy body. It is going to be so mind blowing sexy.
Karen has to work tomorrow, so I'm not even going to mention that the dress came today. Besides, she's not ready to weild the power and responsibility that comes from donning a latex rubber dress.
Latex rubber is the epitome of the LRV (Leather, Rubber, Vinyl) Fetish within my sexuality; and an primal member (having replaced leather, when I learned of latex's existence) of the highest leveled heirarchy of my fetish desires. Latex sits amongst a trinity of visual items that make up the pinnacle of my fetish desires as the ultimate in erotic appearances that a woman can undertake (Dressed in Latex, Head shaved Bald, Smoking a long, white, cigarette).
All of the other sub-fetishes, in my twisted and kinky mind, fall in line behind these three categories of LRV/Fetish fashion, Hair/Hair Cutting, and Female Smoking. [SIDE NOTE: There is a fourth category in ultra erotic sexuality, and my wonderful wife has fulfilled it twice since we met. Fertility = being pregnant with my children. I still celebrate that sensuality and miracle of life each time I look at or touch her beautiful body. I think this is probably the main subconscious contributor as to why I find round, curvy bellies on women to be so fascinating and arousing.]
Anyway, I'm getting pulled off on a tangent here. So, I've decided that until Karen has taken the effort and time to read through at least the past two and a half years worth of journal entries (JAN 2010 to current) that I am not going to press the issue of when she plans to shave my head bald. And, since the rubber dress has been purchased to be worn for that special occasion, and I know the temptation to rush into things would be nearly irresistible for me should she be wearing it between now and the planned haircutting event, I figure I'll just keep it to myself until I hear from Karen about what she is planning. Although, I do want to have her try it on, and shine it up, to make sure it doesn't have to be sent back. Hmmmm...
I can't wait until I get to do a photo and video shoot of her wearing the latex dress while smoking a cigarette. Hopefully a Virginia Slims 120 cigarette. I'm almost as excited about watching Karen smoke while wearing rubber, as I am to have her wearing it while shaving me bald. I'll be watching that video over and over for a very long time to cum.
I hurried inside, and before I even had a chance to go to the restroom or let the dogs out to potty, I opened the package and carefully removed the latex rubber dress from the inner bag; whcih was taped up with a receipt and promotional advertisement attatched to the bag.
The rubber is thicker and heavier than I had realized it would be. Different from latex dresses that I have purchased in the past (cheapies, that were adult novelty store items, but were latex rubber none the less), and the heavier matierial is a definite pluss in my opinion. Not only will this dress be able to hold up better under the stress of being worn and used for whatever love games my mind can conjur up next; but the thicker structure of the form shaped dress (not simply a rubber tube) will shape and contour to Karen's sexy figure, providing extra support and lift than thinner latex rubber or fabric.
The dress was a dull black, being lightly coated in powder to help it ship better, but it smelled so sexually delicious. I know that you powder rubber when it's not in use to protect it from damage, sticking together, etc... so I was actually expecting that. I just can't wait to get a bottle of Armour All and shine this thing up while it is stretched around Karen's gorgeous curvy body. It is going to be so mind blowing sexy.
Karen has to work tomorrow, so I'm not even going to mention that the dress came today. Besides, she's not ready to weild the power and responsibility that comes from donning a latex rubber dress.
Latex rubber is the epitome of the LRV (Leather, Rubber, Vinyl) Fetish within my sexuality; and an primal member (having replaced leather, when I learned of latex's existence) of the highest leveled heirarchy of my fetish desires. Latex sits amongst a trinity of visual items that make up the pinnacle of my fetish desires as the ultimate in erotic appearances that a woman can undertake (Dressed in Latex, Head shaved Bald, Smoking a long, white, cigarette).
All of the other sub-fetishes, in my twisted and kinky mind, fall in line behind these three categories of LRV/Fetish fashion, Hair/Hair Cutting, and Female Smoking. [SIDE NOTE: There is a fourth category in ultra erotic sexuality, and my wonderful wife has fulfilled it twice since we met. Fertility = being pregnant with my children. I still celebrate that sensuality and miracle of life each time I look at or touch her beautiful body. I think this is probably the main subconscious contributor as to why I find round, curvy bellies on women to be so fascinating and arousing.]
Anyway, I'm getting pulled off on a tangent here. So, I've decided that until Karen has taken the effort and time to read through at least the past two and a half years worth of journal entries (JAN 2010 to current) that I am not going to press the issue of when she plans to shave my head bald. And, since the rubber dress has been purchased to be worn for that special occasion, and I know the temptation to rush into things would be nearly irresistible for me should she be wearing it between now and the planned haircutting event, I figure I'll just keep it to myself until I hear from Karen about what she is planning. Although, I do want to have her try it on, and shine it up, to make sure it doesn't have to be sent back. Hmmmm...
I can't wait until I get to do a photo and video shoot of her wearing the latex dress while smoking a cigarette. Hopefully a Virginia Slims 120 cigarette. I'm almost as excited about watching Karen smoke while wearing rubber, as I am to have her wearing it while shaving me bald. I'll be watching that video over and over for a very long time to cum.