Hi, Rubber Eva here! Welcome to my website - a place where I can indulge in my fetish for latex, plastic, bondage and breathplay and bring some of my sexiest fantasies to life. I hope you enjoy what I have to show you!
The fantastic Rachel Adams in tighly coccooned in tight black latex, an armless latex straitjacket and a latex hood. She is frogtied with leather straps. Rachel Adams looks stunning in a Realise bodysuit and shiny pantyhose. Leather bondage mittens are laced on and locked into a makeshift straitjacket. Then an armless latex straitjacket is stretched over body, and a latex hood is zipped on to her head.
Oh, Cadence. She is quite the character. I wonder what is actually taking place beneath that thin veneer? Cadence makes it difficult to pin down, and yet it is so obvious.
You'd think those big brown eyes of hers would be watching her tormentor. But she isn't the least bit interested. Instead, watch as Cadence turns her eyes away from her tormentor to instead gaze at her own image that's projected on the studio monitor. She can't help but be repeatedly drawn to her own reflection. Her own likeness.
This young Narcissist sits by her figurative pond, just as in the myth, so deeply in love with her own reflection that she forgets to eat, thus rendering her helplessly consumed by her own grandiose pride. Or is it insecurity? Is there a difference?
Being consumed by her own self, this particular bondage drama isn't between she and I. There is no room in her mind's drama for a supporting role. Cadence is the star and it is a one-woman show. This bondage drama is happening within the confines of Cadence's own psyche. Let's all watch as it unfolds....
Gabriella is a tiny little slut. She's all natural with an insatiable craving for torment and bondage. She is put in precarious bondage positions that leave her totally helpless to the desires of The Pope.
Katy finds herself alone on the floor wearing a straight jacket and a vibe tied to her pussy. She writhes around on the floor before the vibe comes on and we get to see the slut in her come out and play. She struggles to get in the perfect position so that the Hitachi finds that spot to make her pussy cum. This struggle is real and hot as hell to watch.
I love Hazel's suffering. Hazel gets it. She agrees that bondage is hilarious. Suffering is soothing. Pain is pleasure. When Hazel reaches the "oh shit" zone, she transitions from squeals to knowing laughter. It's then that she realizes her situation is fucked up. She gets the humor. The pure ridiculousness of this picture becomes clear to her: A girl in bondage hanging by her ankles with a taped up face and exposed ass and breasts. She is fucked. And she knows it. And she loves it. I like those who see the comedy. Life is hilarious. And there is no reason to not indulge in it further. Hazel knows this and lives by this. She laughs when she's hurt. She cries when she orgasms. She gets it. I choose Hazel first, because I love the way she suffers. Its not a particular action she makes, or the many sounds she sings. It's her ability to see her tied-up self clearly. Whether she yelps or growls, Hazel means what she says when she's suffering. When in bondage, Hazel can see her situation for what it is - untainted by any filter. With this clarity, she is confidant she can handle anything that comes her way. Most people can't see that, but she can. I love Hazel's suffering. I love the ways in which she suffers. All her ways. She gets it. I choose her first.