This hunk of rubber suggests a gagging sequence, similar to those you have made with your art. Progressively silencing and anonymizing yourself, layer by layer.

Perfectly null.

whispering into his ear that once he cums in rubber he'll be addicted, unable to get off without crawling back to me to be encased, eventually living in it full time and wearing it under his clothes, and that the idea turns him on and all he has to do is accept it

him moaning my name as he spurts~

Indeed- particularly being at the behest of a similarly null manager or secretary, molded rubber faces then kissing and sharing a muted intimacy, blended with neutral expressions and rustling rubber. Sensual yet professional.

Self-Objectification is one particularly enticing thought, framing it in a fashion context as well is exciting- becoming a faceless rubber employee, or perhaps with a molded rubber face diligently working at the behest of the company. Things like that!

Exactly what this hunk of rubber strives to be. Especially in service to another. A personalized rubber servant, objectified of its own volition, so it may better serve.

Perfectly null.

Yes.

Molded rubber hairpieces integrated into the masks, molded gags to rubberize all aspects. No speech needed, only silent dutiful service to the work.

Trousers against trousers, bulge against bulge, incensing one another’s next shift of rubberized service.

Perfectly null.