Felix Katz Originals

TL;DR: Get a black .45mm or .6mm made to measure suit with shoulder zips and crotch zip. No attached gloves; attached socks are fine. Here are Felix’s considerations for getting a catsuit. It’s based on the assumption that this catsuit will be your only catsuit for a while. It should last a long time, and be versatile – you should be able to wear it at home, at fetish parties, at Pride events, alone, with someone else etc. I also assume you will want a skin-tight suit (I don't do loose suits.) When in doubt, get what turns you on. You’re buying the gear for your own pleasure, after all. If what turns you on is a 1.2mm total enclosure suit with gas mask and water tight zips – go and get that! (MD Latex makes good ones.) If you don't know what you want, here are some recommendations. Thickness Get a .45mm or a .6mm suit. Thinner suits will give you more of a “second skin” feeling. Thicker suits are more of a “bondage feeling” that impedes your movement. Thinner than .45...

Folsom is the only two days a year where someone with my sexual interests is allowed to feel like my sexuality is normal – the only two days where I’m allowed to feel sexy in public wearing my favourite outfits. If you’re vanilla, you’re allowed and encouraged to feel sexy in public 365 days a year. There are entire industries dedicated to helping you feel sexy – every clothing store, every make-up and perfume store, the personal hygiene aisle of every supermarket, every hairdresser exists to make you feel more sexy. For me, that’s not the case. The shops that sell the gear in which I feel sexy are in Berlin, Amsterdam or London – or on the internet. If I want to wear my favourite gear outside of my own home, it needs to be in an enclosed, dedicated space like a club or a fetish bar. I have to cover it up on the way there, lest someone sees it. In my own home, I have to hide it when guests are coming over. That’s the real power of Folsom. Standing outside in head to toe rubber, a...

One of them was leading the slave in the direction of the showers, while the other one grabbed me, “Hey, we’ve got something for you!” Uh-oh. What did they have in store for me? The slave had been in the 1.2mm thick MD-Latex suit for the whole day – the one that looked like a hazmat suit, with socks and gloves attached. And because that suit had water tight zippers and an attached gas mask, everything – sweat, and who knows what else – had stayed in the suit. They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower. “OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position...