Way back on 11th October 2014 Rubber Revolution reared its anarchic head to offer a new latex-only event to the gummi glitterati of the world. A rubbery hand-chosen selection of choice perves were invited along to Murder Mile Studios in East London to sample the choice sweetmeats this rebellious revelry had to offer. Since then there have been too-many-to-count rubbery evenings dedicated to debauchery courtesy of the Rubber Revolution crew. Murder Mile Studios have continued to be their mainstay for rubber adornment, fun and fetish play. However on occasion they have extended their rubbery arm out of London and have hosted their rubber event at Miss Velour’s dungeon studio in Brighton, thereby known as Rubber Revolution by the Sea.

Don’t forget though that like ALL Rubber Revolution events, this is a RUBBER ONLY event so PVC, leather and, god forbid, fabric(!) just won’t hack it I’m afraid. Rubber monitors guarding the entrance will be caressing and sniffing those who enter this rubber realm, so a whiff of anything other than the sweet, chocolatey gorgeousness that is our beloved latex/rubber/gummi (delete as appropriate), will result in unceremonious ejection. Do not try to bend this Rubber Revolution Commandment. You have been warned…!

Those seriously lucky rubberists who were invited to attend Miss Velour’s bountifully equipped dungeon on 25th February 2017 will recall an evening never before experienced by most of us. It was as if we had died and gone to rubber heaven. I certainly did that night as anyone who witnessed me will attest to…

While RR parties at Murder Mile are more like a regular fetish event with music, dancing and Photo Booth as well as the ubiquitous dungeon play, attending a RR by the Sea at Miss Velour’s studio is a very different affair.

From the moment her guests are greeted at the door by Miss Velour’s trusty Girl Friday, the inexhaustible maid Rubette, they know they are in safe hands. Miss Velour meets and greets each wonderful pervert into her inner realm with kisses, the widest smile ever and a wicked twinkle in her eye which gets our imaginations running as to what debauchery she has planned for us for later. It is her genuine desire to play with each and every one of us, if there are enough hours in the evening! We all know how fortunate we are to be there, for a short time the centre of the attentions of the beautiful, formidable, inspirational, professional dominatrix Miss Velour.

While some larger events tend to have a predominance of voyeurs rather than active players, not so at a Miss Velour party. The atmosphere is so sexually charged, almost everyone wants a piece of the action. Miss Velour, being such a wonderfully attentive hostess and experienced Mistress, ensures the rubber revolutionaries under her care are well serviced. If someone isn’t sure how to use a piece of equipment she will carefully and patiently demonstrate, or if they have said all their decades of the Rosary and have been kind to animals she may even play with the lucky individual themselves.

Rubberdude was one such fortuitous rubbery mortal as Miss Velour consummated his long held fantasy of being milked by her capable hands. And conveniently her dungeon of desires now sports a funky new Serious Milking Machine for this very purpose. Others were privy to Miss Velour’s Breath Play Machine, TENS Machines, Sleep Sacs, Straitjackets and Vacuum Bed for their deviant desires. Miss Velour worked indefatigably throughout the evening to ensure all the kinky patrons of her studio were sated and satisfied.

A word of advice though, be careful with all that slick and slippery silicone lube which goes hand in rubbery glove with a predilection of latex ensconced in one area. Spilling some on the floor area around where one is pegging one’s rubber clad partner is not to be advised, especially while wearing 6 inch heels. Luckily I was wearing so much rubber I bounced off the ground to carry on as if nothing had happened…Power to the Rubber Revolution!