A Vision of Rope and Rubber

By Kayla Rhodes

Mick has a vision. He sees himself, encased entirely in soft, matte rubber, bound so tightly that he can hardly move, and hanging from the gallows. He seeks out a dominatrix who specializes in noose play, and allows himself to be trained, both physically and mentally, to see his vision fulfilled.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Rhodes
• Release date: Nov 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201806217

Kayla Rhodes

Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

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REBECCA

Take your time, Mick, Jessica says, pacing slowly across the floor. It’s important that you really feel a connection.

Mick nods, making the soft rubber of his mask squeak softly in the otherwise silent room. He is kneeling on the floor, hands on his knees, as he looks at the three nooses we’ve laid out for him on a black mat.

I stand in the corner, hands clasped behind my back, silent as always since this is an official session and not a consultation meeting. I’m wearing the black rubber suit which Mick requested. It’s my first time in an outfit like this, and it’s more comfortable than I thought it would be. I love the way the rubber hugs my body without constricting it. It feels natural, like a second skin.

Mick is clothed the same way, in a complete head-to-toe suit that fits his body perfectly. Jessica and I have accessories with our outfits, but Mick is wearing just the rubber and nothing else. All of his skin is covered except for the holes for his mouth and eyes.

His eyes are looking down on the three nooses, narrowed in focus so intense I’ve honestly never seen anything like it.

Noose-selection day is always very special to me. I can tell a lot about a client by which rope they want to have wrapped around their neck. We have three options for him.

One is made of a thinner rope, tough and scratchy, designed to hurt. The knot I tied in it this morning is small and precise, with a minimal number of turns. It cinches down quickly and brutally, biting hard into the skin. Merciless, but slightly unremarkable in my opinion.

The second doesn’t have an official knot at all, but a metal eyelet. This one isn’t technically a rope at all, but a fabric-based ligature, designed to cover a wider surface on the neck and distribute the weight more evenly. It’s comfortable, and makes for an easy training process, but I’ve always felt it loses a bit of the classical allure, which I love so much.

And then there’s my favorite – the third. It doesn’t get chosen as often because its girth and weight can be intimidating, but I truly love using it on clients. It’s made with a thick coil of hemp, almost a full inch thick in diameter, and smoothed down to a silky perfection. I’d tied this one with the maximum number of turns, so the knot was truly formidable – longer than my forearm, and so thick I can’t get my hand to wrap completely around it.

May I touch them, Mistress? Mick asks. His voice is quiet and respectful.

You may pick them up and hold them, Jessica tells him. But you may not put them around your neck. Only I can do that. Do you understand?

Yes, Mistress, he says, reaching first for the thin one. He held the circle of rope on his lap, reverently brushing the loop and knot with his gloved fingers, holding it