Recycling Has Never Been Sexier
“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...”
—Diane Ackerman
Katrina Humbert can track her love of rubber to her childhood.
“As a child I went to my dad’s shop and played in the tire room which was off-limits. I always ended up filthy and eventually I would be caught and spanked because it was dangerous. The smell and feel of the tires as I played (and became smudged with black rubber and grease) always outweighed any punishment my parents could dish out.”—Katrina Humbert, InHerTube Harnesses
Maybe her Dad wouldn’t have spanked her every time he caught her playing in the forbidden “tire room” if he had known then how just much grown-up Kat would come to love both spankings and the scent of rubber.
An accomplished artist, Ms. Humbert turned her twisted mind first to the idea of making fetish clothing from recycled materials, but her clothing experiments proved unsatisfying. Recycled rubber was a whimsical mistress: exacting and difficult, it required the kinky artist to yield to its demands rather than the other way around.
Though the fetish clothing line was scrapped, the stretchy playful nature of the material gave way to new ideas including the form fitting fun with dildo harnesses.
—Diane Ackerman
Katrina Humbert can track her love of rubber to her childhood.
“As a child I went to my dad’s shop and played in the tire room which was off-limits. I always ended up filthy and eventually I would be caught and spanked because it was dangerous. The smell and feel of the tires as I played (and became smudged with black rubber and grease) always outweighed any punishment my parents could dish out.”—Katrina Humbert, InHerTube Harnesses
Maybe her Dad wouldn’t have spanked her every time he caught her playing in the forbidden “tire room” if he had known then how just much grown-up Kat would come to love both spankings and the scent of rubber.
An accomplished artist, Ms. Humbert turned her twisted mind first to the idea of making fetish clothing from recycled materials, but her clothing experiments proved unsatisfying. Recycled rubber was a whimsical mistress: exacting and difficult, it required the kinky artist to yield to its demands rather than the other way around.
Though the fetish clothing line was scrapped, the stretchy playful nature of the material gave way to new ideas including the form fitting fun with dildo harnesses.
Is Rubber is the New Leather?
I really liked the new boot harness. Unfortunately there are not enough foot fetishists in my life to make it the first purchase on my list. So while the boot strap-on may have star billing on the marquee of my masturbatory fantasies, the glove harness and the thigh harness get a much higher ranking on my shopping list priorities. A glove harness! While had no one thought of that before? Perfect grip, no slippage. Less tiring. Brilliant!
“I didn’t want to do the thigh harness. Everyone makes a thigh harness,” Humbert admits. Fortunately for those of us who think (in fact we KNOW) that the world can never have too many thigh harnesses, her lover (a.k.a. the salesgirl) persuaded her to make a prototype. Then she wowed the reluctant toy maker by strapping the thigh harness, fully loaded, to a chair. “I walked in, and there it was! A dildo just sticking up from the chair.”
The stretchy rubber makes it possible to strap the thigh harness to a variety of non-thigh surfaces. This game seems limited only to the players’ imagination. Humbert has since worn it on her chest. A story she retold with relish. “The thigh harness is surprisingly versatile, ” the rubber artisan grins.
“A lot of people come up to thank us for making products that vegans or people who wouldn’t buy leather can enjoy,” Humbert smiles. “I didn’t do it to be green or environmentally conscious. I wanted to combine two things I really like: tires and fucking.”
“I didn’t want to do the thigh harness. Everyone makes a thigh harness,” Humbert admits. Fortunately for those of us who think (in fact we KNOW) that the world can never have too many thigh harnesses, her lover (a.k.a. the salesgirl) persuaded her to make a prototype. Then she wowed the reluctant toy maker by strapping the thigh harness, fully loaded, to a chair. “I walked in, and there it was! A dildo just sticking up from the chair.”
The stretchy rubber makes it possible to strap the thigh harness to a variety of non-thigh surfaces. This game seems limited only to the players’ imagination. Humbert has since worn it on her chest. A story she retold with relish. “The thigh harness is surprisingly versatile, ” the rubber artisan grins.
“A lot of people come up to thank us for making products that vegans or people who wouldn’t buy leather can enjoy,” Humbert smiles. “I didn’t do it to be green or environmentally conscious. I wanted to combine two things I really like: tires and fucking.”
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