Some fetishes are really odd, aren’t they? I hate rain for example. And yet, I have a huge fetish for shiny raincoats. Whenever I see one the dam between my legs brakes open and you can literally surf on the waves, it’s ridiculous. And my dirty mind spins out of control as well: it’s a cold and miserable day and it has been raining since daybreak. I’m butt naked and walking through thick layers of mud. My hands are tied and Mistress Mackintosh (aka M&M) drags me deeper and deeper into the forest. I’ve just met Her, know nothing about Her. Don’t know Her definition of fun, let alone Her definition of misery. It makes it all very unpredictable. There’s no living soul around for miles, God knows what She will do to me. And yet, one look at Her sexy, shiny raincoat and I’m the happiest soaking wet slave in the world. So please, please, please: let it rain!