In all the time Iv been speaking to this rubber loving medical fetish freak. (about a yr) the only thing he’s ever really got involved with is making sure he’s top to toe in rubber when he calls. Including a rubber apron, mask and blanket he liked to lay over himself. He’s always happy for me to take the lead and talk him through operations, breast implants. Cock being cut of and remoulded into a vagina etc.
So today I was completely surprised when he suggested he’d like to operate on me (er what!) I asked him how and what he’d like to do? I just want to talk about being in theater with you. Ok fine i said feeling a little apprehensive. (Iv got the gift of the gab. And a good imagination for off the cuff storytelling. Blagging I think is the term lol) I could hear the panic in his voice when I agreed so I knew he would struggle. I just wanted to see what he’d say if I’m honest. His voice was shaky. He started off telling me I was on an operating table naked with a rubber sheet over me……
That’s as far as he got. He panicked and put the phone down. Afterward I got a bit reflective. Thinking about how his call had done a complete about turn. I’m thinking that’s the last time I will speak to him. Not sure if that’s an over reaction but my gut says it should end.
I have to be very careful with men I speak to. And although I’m pretty open to things others might not be. I’m normally aware of when I should end a call or take a step back. Today was more than a step back. It was a complete end.
Safety is always in the back of my mind. That is why I have a fake persona, name etc. Trust is a big issue in my line of work. And I take it very seriously.