A carnival of latex.

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A few weekends ago, Master and I attended an event titled, "Torture Garden". This beautiful exhibit of human flesh combined with erotic fashion originated in Europe and this was its opening debut in North America. At first I thought it would be similar to the previous events Master and I have attended; however, much to my delight, it was decadently different. The moment we walked through the doors I felt something primal inside of me, as though my inhibitions were checked with my jacket.

The venue itself felt of a cryptic ambiance causing the sensation of being part of a classic 1930's horror picture film and I found myself looking over my shoulder throughout the evening most certain I would spy a hidden camera being operated by an esoteric shapeless man; a figure who would disappear somewhere behind the old, heavy columns only to reappear when least expected.

I was mesmerized by the audience, all of us moving to the thunderous beat, captivated by the performances that delighted our visual senses. I was amused by the aggressive cabaret performer and in awe of the physical ministrations delivered by the beautiful gymnasts. I was hypnotized by the heart beating drums and lured by the enchanting seductress who whispered of lust and forbidden desires, enticing all who watched to tread along the fantastical carnal path.

The entire evening was a visual banquet and I filled myself to the point of being drunk with wanton licentious. In those moments, under the flickering lights I would have done, would have said, would have been anything, anyone and this unexpected sexuality exploded as I watched prettily clad doll after doll walk down the runway. With time, each figure became faceless, genderless even and I found myself salivating at the scent, the touch of each latex work of art. In those brief moments as my eyes burned into each encasing I found myself aching; suddenly uncomfortable in my own unprotected skin. I felt greedy, hungry, wanting desperately to be hostage to a material which constricts my every movement and my craving only grew as each toy, dressed in what I can only describe as Thierry Mugler esque moved through the crowd, towards me.

I was entranced and the bestial spell intensified when I was standing directly before the caged dolly. The eyes were painted blue, the hair a bimbo blonde and the body tall, slender and feminine. I was in awe as I watched the latex cocooned form sway, the lanky limbs seeming to stretch outward at me, beckoning me to join it. I am not so certain if what I truly wanted was to play with the delectable trinket or rather be the hanging ornament - the object in which hundreds of eyes were watching. I was submersed in sensations I thought had left me or I thought I had removed; however, the dampness between my legs, the uncontrollable fluttering deep within my cunt told me otherwise and I was shaken to my very core with the truth.

With reality seeping through my veins, I was engulfed with a need to feed. I felt famished, no malnourished and had it not been for Master taking my hand I believe I would have clawed my way into that iron cage and devoured the slippery pendulum, filling myself full of what I had been starving myself of.

My insides were twisting with conflict as we walked through the exit doors; however, upon feeling the fresh evening air, everything inside me started to quiet. The closer we moved to the car, the further we drove from the erotic carnival, the greater the distance between me and that alternate reflection, the duller my hunger pains became and by the time I was tucked into bed, I had silenced everything once again.

I am not completely certain I understand what occurred during that evening nor have I spent much time reflecting as I do not wish to bring such thoughts so close to the surface, still I wonder: Was it merely hypnotic magic that caused something to be stirred deep inside me or did I truly reawaken what I thought I had laid to rest?

~His

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