17.0110-0910 Origins of my fetish
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Dear Marla,
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where my rubber fetish comes from. I think it's a mix of some deep-seated desires and a significant childhood experience.
First off, there's just something about rubber that feels inherently sensual. The smooth, glossy surface, the unique smell, and the way it feels—it's all so alluring. But what really sets rubber apart, especially in the context of fetishes, is the sensation of compression. You know how latex catsuits are way more popular than other, looser latex garments? That tight, form-fitting nature provides a constant, gentle pressure that can be both soothing and stimulating. It's like the rubber becomes a second skin, enveloping you in a way that feels primal and comforting.
I think my fetish is some sort of sub-conscious, primal desire for periods of light compression. Add some kind of childhood 'bonding event' with rubber, which can be very sensual inherently and Bam! You have a a rubber fetish!
I believe my fascination with rubber may stem from a combination of subconscious, primal desires and a significant childhood experience. There seems to be an inherent sensuality in the tactile qualities of rubber, which can evoke a sense of comfort and security. This, combined with a memorable bonding event from my childhood involving rubber, has likely contributed to the development of my rubber fetish. The experience of light compression, which can be both soothing and stimulating, might also play a role in this fascination.
I wonder if this desire for compression is linked to a need for security and containment. Maybe it taps into some ancient, instinctual part of our brains that craves the safety of being held or swaddled. In a way, the rubber becomes a protective barrier, shielding you from the outside world while making you more aware of your own body.
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I also think the act of putting on a rubber garment adds to the allure. There's something ritualistic about it, the deliberate, methodical process of donning and adjusting. It's a transformative experience, both physically and psychologically, that can be incredibly empowering.
So, I think my rubber fetish is a complex interplay of sensory experiences, subconscious desires, and childhood memories. The sensation of compression seems to be a central theme, and I'm curious to explore this further. Maybe understanding the roots of this fascination will help me appreciate it even more.