I’ve often thought about what it is that so turns me on so about rubber or latex.

It has to do with power and vulnerability.

Now vulnerability can be sexy, and power can be sexy, but from my point of view, for someone to be purely powerful or purely vulnerable is not necessarily sexy at all.�� For me, and in my writing, the sexiest stuff has to do with a subtle and stirring combination of power and vulnerability in the same person.

You might say, what I am thinking of is power with an Achilles’ heel.

And this is where rubber comes in.�� Think about it: on the one hand, rubber is the clothing material par excellence of power.�� It gives excellent figure control, it’s air tight and doesn’t let in water and chemicals, it looks and feels like a kind of armour.���� It holds things in and keeps everything out.�� The wearer is hermetically sealed and in control.

On the other hand, rubber is vulnerability (usually unexpected!) for the wearer.�� It can show off every ounce of fat, it seems always threatening to burst open, and can be so difficult to get into and out of that the process of doing so makes one as helpless as a turtle on its back.�� Rubber always seems to call attention to the very zippers you want to have control over, giving potential invaders ideas.�� Not least, rubber can be inflated, turning its proud and haughty wearer into a cartoon-like balloon.

And this brings me to my last point about rubber’s vulnerability.�� You know the old saying: “pride goeth before a fall.”�� The haughtiness rubber inspires in its seemingly invincible wearers … well, I will let you fill in with your own imagination about what comes next (you can get some help there with my stories).

And what about the accoutrements that so often go with rubber?�� Corsets, high heeled boots, etc.�� These things definitely convey a sense of power in the wearer and bring the beholder to her knees in awe, but in practical terms, they make one more vulnerable.�� Would you want to be wearing a catsuit, corset, and high heeled boots while fighting a girl in a T-shirt, running shoes, and yoga pants?�� The fact is, if she is not intimidated into submission by your appearance and actually fights you, you might be doomed.�� Your armour is your trap.