Rubber Reminisces

Last night was the second rubber-themed Sin City and, after several “are you bringing the vacbed again?” questions, I decided there might be some interest dragging that thing out with me.  So it was I found myself dolled up from head to toe in rubber and makeup with a massive backpack full of tubing and latex clambering on the Skytrain, standing at weird angles because the combination of the tubing sticking out of the top of my pack, and the platform boots made me way too tall for the train car.

On the train, my partner and I fielded question from a curious individual about Sin City, and what it was I was lugging around with me.  He seemed amused by our responses, and had thoughts of maybe coming to Sin himself someday.

Arriving at the club I began to setup the bed.  The setup this year was a little different, as the space in the dungeon I had used last year was no longer available, so this year they had roped off the pool table out in the club proper normally used by the vendors and gave me that space.  This made things a lot more public, both giving the bed more exposure, but requiring those entering it to be more comfortable with an audience.

The night started off fairly quiet and it took a while before the first person came over and tentatively asked me what this was and whether she could give it a go.  She stripped off most of her clothing, we slid her in and soon her friends were tickling and caressing her.  Before long I had a steady stream of people asking question about the bed, and wondering if they could give it a go.

The night kind of blurs after that.  I remember I had one lady whose small neck and, ummm… solid breasts made it hard to get a proper seal around the neck so we had to leave the vacuum on.  There was another woman who couldn’t remove her diamond ring, so she twisted it around and I had her make a fist while she was in the bed so it could scratch the latex.  We had guys and gals, rubberists and those who just wanted to try something new.  One potential issue with the public environment, and the proximity of the ropes meant that anyone could reach over and start groping the person in the bed, but most people climbing in didn’t have a problem with this.  There was one woman who was a little sensitive, but she made her feelings known and people backed off fairly quickly.  All the while I was fielding questions, passing out spare lube and shiner for those who needed it, and even helping to polish someone’s back as one of the resident photographers to pictures.

My partner wasn’t able to help me much this time round as she now co-ordinates the dungeon on these nights, but I was really fortunate in having several friends who were willing to help me out from time to time, just in reinforcing the bed as people got in, helping me get the sealing bar in place, and most importantly helping me disassemble the bed when I couldn’t get part of the bed assembly to unscrew after it was covered in lube.

I ended the night with a shift in the dungeon, before getting things together and heading homewards.  Luckily, Cutie Cupcake offered us a ride and we didn’t have to go hunting down taxis with all the equipment weighing us down.  Both us felt like our feet were about to fall off at that point, and the less walking the better. 

The half hour after getting home found me in the shower rinsing off my clothing and the vacbed, before we both crashed at 4 in the morning.