LatexStories (WebArchive)

My name is Becky Jackson. I am half owner of a fetish magazine / website and a reporter. I am known for unbiased reporting and product reviews. Since I love being tied up, I enjoy trying out new things and I normally have no shortage of products and services to choose from.

After hanging out in the city's fetish community I had heard and read several stories and seen even more comics about a place called The Rubber Asylum. The stories go: this place is an organization where people, not all voluntary, go to experience behavior modification through intense rubber, bondage and sexual training. The stories of the experience are always intensely sexual and get the desired results. With all the stories out there, I decided to look into it, on the side of course. Imagine my surprise when I found out a place like that really existed. I started looking into it more thoroughly and discovered that most of the stories were, at least, partially accurate. They did everything the stories talked about but only to willing participants that knew what was going to happen. Naturally I called and made an appointment for an interview and possibly a tour.

When I called, I was transferred to the manager who was friendly and willing to talk to me about an interview and possible tour. The date was set for a Friday morning a little or week away. I did some more research but found out nothing new so I was eager for the meeting. When Friday finally arrived, I drove to the address. The building was a three-story building located in the middle of the downtown business district. Fortunately, I had received a parking pass via e-mail from them the day before the meeting so parking was free. After parking I entered a non-descript door labeled ‘RA Inc’. Upon entering the door there was a short hallway and then another door. When I opened that door, I noticed the smell of latex. Walking in I noticed a woman dressed in tight yellow latex behind the counter...