So you were looking for a latex cat suit and you were considering getting the Female Matrix Catsuit from Libidex…
I got the Matrix, my first latex catsuit, as a gift from Silver, who seems to be spending his entire personal entertainment budget trying to wrap me in head to toe rubber, an activity I am not at all resisting. One thing we noticed, however, is the lack of easy to find reviews. The sites that sell them (in this case Libidex), usually have a user submitted section for comments with stars.
Reviews from other people are important, for a number of reasons. For most enthusiasts, latex clothing remains very much the mail order fetish gear (or to update terms, online shopping situation) it was 100 years ago. Often involving significant international shipping. While there’s a whole thriving review industry for sex toys, mostly dildoes and other thing designed to get people with vaginas off, latex seems to be largely a matter of word of mouth, or scrounging old forum posts where some blessed soul spread sheeted a list of brands.
So, my experience with the Matrix Latex Catsuit for women?
This is a footed, full neck to toe latex catsuit available in a scope of different colours. Mine is a size medium, in basic black. My version has their standard thickness latex (o.5 mm). A triple zipper pull system lets you open an access window, probably best for sex, but also bathroom breaks without having to undress, and I suppose, getting your tits out if you would prefer that.
Price: Regular £245 (or $326.77 USD or $424.54 CAD) – get on their mailing list for frequent sales.
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Is the “Matrix” latex catsuit comfortable?
Comfortable, is of course, relative when you are wearing BDSM fetish gear. Once on, the latex catsuit is snug enough to be a resistance band work out. This is particularly true in the upper body. The neck is tight enough to be constrictive without choking, and in my opinion this is a smidgen too tight in the arms and shoulders, but I expect this to break in with repeated wearing.
In the meantime I got very small bruises where it dragged a bit too tightly on my inner elbows and shoulders, in front of the armpit. This is nothing to panic over, but tells me to try a bit more lube next time. After almost 3 hours of wear I could feel a tint bit achy in a good way.
The Aesthetic (AKA but will you look hot in this latex catsuit?)?
Woof, yes this is flattering. The four panel design puts a seam at my natural waist, further emphasizing just how narrow it is to my hips. The latex catsuit is not bust supporting, but squishes them without excessive binding. And, I feel the cut shows off my long limbs to good effect.
The Matrix Latex Catsuit For Women is not pretending that it’s not directly inspired by the people who came of age drooling over Trinity, but honestly, although as a tween and early teen in the 90s I have some mixed feelings about that overall aesthetic, I think this one ends up hitting just the right “tailored” effect.
It’s also a stomach flattener, so if you are concerned about that particular aesthetic, this suit takes what you have and makes it look its best possible version. It’s going to put everything where you want it.
Note in the attached image I am more than a little callipygian. The Matrix latex cat suit for women is cut generously in the hips. By far this was one of my biggest concerns, as what nature gifts, the tailors do not necessarily accommodate. In vanilla clothes I am forever muffin’d out the waist or having my skirts ride up to bag at the top and expose me. Or it fits in the hips and I can fit two hands in the waistband. It’s not easy having back.
On the other hand, between latex thickness and zipper placement this is street legal. As well as supporting and lifting, at regular thickness there is nary a pert nipple or cleft of squashed cunt in sight. The zipper seam sits directly over where nature bifurcated you, making crevices a suggestion rather than and archeological display. If you like attention, everything that would technically be indecent exposure is put away properly.
How hard is it to get dressed in this latex?
Use the shoelace trick to get the back zipper and prepare to swear a bit. It’s definitely manageable, but you will need to lube it and use the bunch-and-roll trick, like putting on stockings. I am somewhat critical of the fact that if you are solo dressing it can do what it did with me, and ate a big chunk out of the zipper guard.
I discovered this fact only after getting it on- without a single hitch in zipping the flap that protects your skin from the zipper got stuck in its own teeth. Extricating myself did irreparable damage, and there wasn’t enough resistance at the time of the accident to be clear the zipper had caught in the first place.
Luckily there’s still enough of the rubber zipper guard left to serve it’s feature, and the damage was only a little nip. Nonetheless, it meant a bit of stress about if the snag was going to be worse, before I could see the full problem. I also had to extricate myself from the torso level opening since I wasn’t going to force a stuck zipper I couldn’t see.
Scissors trimmed the ragged edge of guard where the zipper mangled it, but if you can get help to put this on, do so.
What about the latex build and design quality?
The Matrix latex catsuit is what you would hope for in a hand made product. There’s only a few tiny spots of glue on the inside, with straight, firmly attached seams. The rubber is lush and bouncy, and survived wearing for a few hours, and its first bath, with no ill effects. My largest criticism here is the lack of vent holes in the feet. It would have taken very little additional effort to punch some air releases, and without them you can get some squelchy air between the toes feelings.
At full price this is a bit more than $400 Although there are more expensive latex cat suits on the market, I am very curious why they skipped that step.
The Latex Fetish Play Experience:
My femdom stories remain the singularly most popular part of my site, so I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about the sex.
If you somehow magically stumbled here with no familiarity of who I am: I’m a domme. Other than my own sensory gratification, this latex catsuit was a means to cause my property a great deal of squirming entrancement.
Silver, is without any question, a full on media (that’s materials) fetishist. Stockings, blouses, dresses, hoods – a latex catsuit is only the inevitable next step in sending him into a horny, submissive frenzy.
I’m more of a medium (the shape of the thing/the object) rather than materials fetishist. I love the squeeze on my body and the leverage it gives me over someone else. Shiny or matte, I’m more about how it feels pressing down my breasts, the seam pulling up into my crotch and the slight extra effort every move takes.
I made him watch the dressing, only to be surprised that he’d suited himself in his own latex catsuit (also by Libidex). I would like to say suiting myself was a sinuous, wriggling process of sliding into stretchy, yet constricting rubber. In the best of all worlds it would be the emergence of sleek limbs sheathing under flawless black, and something about the inverse of a butterfly returning to elegant chrysalis. In practice, there was a bit more hopping and cussing, as well as sounds of triumph as the trick of threading a shoelace through the zipper let me pull up my own back seam. If you ever wanted to watch a woman chide her own buttocks like a child stuck in a playground slide, that is what putting on any significant piece of latex fetish wear looks like.
As well as lubing my limbs, I also used white cotton gloves to better protect the material. Best practices of handling latex say be gentle and careful of pinching. My gloves were a compromise as I wrenched and tugged, letting me keep my midlength fingernails well away from delicate dark membranes. Gloves are also more lube consuming, but as I glossed my entire naked body, it gut down significantly on stray drips on the carpet. I was confident in my own ability to wrestle without poking a hole in my latest prize.
Getting the latex on, finally…
And oh, in. A maiden voyage in literal head to toe latex, even unmade up, with my face a little pink from the task, I looked not just cute, but that nice, elegant effect that latex adds to everything. Silver was entranced. While the struggle to dress was more silly couple time, the outcome was instantly arousing
The latex catsuit was particularly perfect to preen and pose, all fours, or stretching and bending. Silver didn’t talk much, too focused on the wonderful view. I made him rough fuck his ass for me with a well curved but thick dildo. Between that, and me stroking and glossing my body, he was very close to popping… and then I made a delightful discovery.
Scroll up a bit and see that picture, head half turned and bent over. My ass, always wide, has, in latex, established its own presence beyond even the usual. It’s been the irony of my life to attract, for relationships, men who like my legs, lips eyes and breasts far more than my unsusally large butt.
Wrap my ass in latex so you could see how well it hugged, squeezed and shaped, and Silver was hooked.
I teased him about a lifetime of femdom clips making him used to the POV. Strapon mistresses are much more likely to have the camera linger there, then the target of her thrusting, and his pavlovian conditioning is something I was more than happy to co-opt for my benefit.
And turn about was fair play. Soon he was on his knees, his camera tilted to show every vulnerable inch of him, as I posed, looking over my shoulder and crooned about how desperate he was to come to just my ass alone. I looked delicious, the “put your mouth on it” height of perfection that powers the best kind of tease.
After using his ass like a little bitch earlier, and denying him since the last week of October it didn’t take long to force not one but two messy, delightful orgasms. Good thing he has a plastic floor protector under his desk because the mushy couple aftercare chat included some hands and knees mopping.
Me – the reviewer:
Clothing reviews are not really useful unless the reviewer coughs up the specifics, and a latex catsuit is no different. Here’s the specifics if you needed them.
I’m 5’5″. My weight fluctuates between 135 and 150, and I carry most of my fat on my upper arms, butt and thighs. My measurements are generally around 35-28-40, but can be 36-29-42 and more rarely 34-27-38. I take a 34B or 32C bra and have a 10″ long foot that’s 4″ wide at the widest point, and that’s generally US 9.5 / EU 40, although my experience is tending to need bigger rather than smaller, with a few exceptions.