Friday, June 16, 2006
The Ministeress of Rubberdom - Susan Wayland
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Saturday, May 13, 2006
Elexis Sinclaire aka Bianca Beauchamp
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Wowee Hottt! Can you say House of Pleasure!
The new website will be the primary outlet for their products as they no longer operate their own retail store in London.
The online store contains their full range of the House of Harlot standard size designs, information about their custom design service, galleries and a guestbook will be added soon.
The site will be updated much more regularly in the future, so be sure to check it out once in a while.
Source: Lust, Love Latex
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Fetish Evolution memories with Rubberdom Sway!!!!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Upcoming Latex Events....2006
Saturday, Aprl 1, 2006
Spend the easter in Essen, Germany! Fetish Evolution takes place 14.-17. april.
The weekend 2006 will again be the Event amongst German fetish parties. Several parties, a Dinner, the FetishEvolution Expo with the Art Bizarre art exhibition and the exclusively booked Mercure Plaza hotel will be the place where fetish-addicts from all over the world will meet.The following weekend gives you the opportunity to participate in 5 days of fetish decadence! Absolute Kink takes place 20.-24. april in Amsterdam, one of the most beautiful, romantic and kinky cities in the world.
Source : http://lustlovelatex.com/
It gets hot in April:
It gets hot in April in central Europe:
The easter weekend (April 14-17) will again see the Fetish Evolution weekend in Essen, Germany including a two day Expo, Pre-Partys, Dinners and of course the main event, the Fetish Evolution Ball on easter sunday. Lots of fetish celebrities, designers, models and artists will make this a long weekend to remember.
And when that weekend is over, the fun doesn't have to stop, because just three days later and only about a two hour drive away, the first Absolute Kink will be held in Amsterdam, sponsored by "Absolute Danny" and "Kink in the caribbean".
This is a five day event (April 20-24) with excursions, exhibitions, shopping and of course many parties leading up to the "Verboten!" fetish ball on Sunday evening.
More information here:Fetish Evolution
Source: http://latexnews.com
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Friday, March 31, 2006
For Women Only! - Feminist & Rubberdom Amanda's Auction
Mistress Amanda' F2F D/s Auction!
UK SLAVE F2F AUCTION!
"Darling, what an exciting concept for a yahoo group " - Allyn s
There are now four lovely subs/slaves to bid for so four of them will
currency for a special auction in 4 weeks time which ill mention after
next as i said previously its worth putting yourselfs forward as the
subs/slaves benefit from being in auctions.
Well we have four now slave_jean22 decided to go in as weel as amanda,
ashley and laura.
weeks on both sides"
Amanda xxx
Membership is Limited 2 Womyn
"One World, United under her boot heel.." - Rubberdom
"One World, United under her boot heel.." - Rubberdom
Sunday, March 26, 2006
[RDOM NEWS ]Buzz Kill..Now even Raves are no longer safe...
Seattle Murders Shock 'Rave' Community
By NANCY ROBERTS TROTT and JACKSON HOLTZ, Associated Press WritersSun Mar 26, 9:31 PM ET
The partygoers didn't know Aaron Kyle Huff, and don't know who invited him to their after-party. In the culture of raves, all-night dance parties where they say young people can feel welcomed regardless of looks or background, such questions normally aren't important.
That trust was shattered Saturday morning, when Huff opened fire in a house full of ravers dressed like zombies in dark clothing and pale makeup, killing six of them and injuring two.
The 28-year-old man from Montana, who fired a 12-gauge pistol-grip shotgun and wore bandoliers of shotgun shells, killed himself when confronted by a police officer outside the home.
Now ravers are in shock after being struck by the apparently random act of violence.
"We're probably the only community in society that would have welcomed somebody so easily," said Travis Webb, an area rave promoter who attended a "zombie rave" that preceded the party where Huff opened fire.
Raves — parties that attract young people to dance to thumping, bass-laden electronic music — often are themed events where people dress up in Halloween-like outfits and paint their faces. Friday night's rave, dubbed "Better Off Undead," drew about 500 people, according to organizers.
Early Saturday, some made their way to a house party already underway in a nearby residential neighborhood. Someone invited Huff, police said.
While friends of the victims said they didn't know who invited the suspect, they said the invite wasn't unusual.
"I've invited people to after-parties many times," said 28-year-old Roger Platt, who attended the rave and left the after-party at the house shortly before the shooting.
Police said the gunman left the house party and returned around 7 a.m. to commit one of the biggest mass killings in city history.
Police spokesman Sean Whitcomb said Sunday that police found an assault rifle, multiple "banana clips" carrying 30 bullets each, a machete and several hundred more rounds of ammunition.
Whitcomb said the gunman was "extremely dangerous" and it was fortunate there weren't more victims.
Four young men and two young women were killed and two people were hospitalized in serious condition, officials said.
Some who knew Huff could not believe he was a suspect.
"This would have been so far out of character," said Jim Pickett, the assistant manager of the apartment complex where he said Huff lived with his twin brother.
Seattle police had not released Huff's identity Sunday, but Montana's Flathead County sheriff's Lt. Dave Leib said that after talking with authorities there he informed Huff's mother Sunday afternoon that her son was dead.
Phone messages left at Huff's Seattle apartment and the Huff family home in Whitefish, Mont., were not immediately returned.
Leib said Huff, who went by the name Kyle, was charged with felony criminal mischief in 2000 after shooting a statue of a moose with a shotgun at an art exhibit in Whitefish.
Whitcomb confirmed that a search warrant was served Saturday evening on the block where the twins' apartment is located. One person was questioned, but no one was arrested, he said.
Whitcomb said police were still working on a motive.
Authorities have not released the victim's identities, but relatives of two victims, Jeremy Martin, 26, and Christopher Williamson, 21, confirmed that they were among the dead. Several ravers gathered at a makeshift memorial near the crime scene Sunday morning.
Webb said he and other ravers are filled with fear that police or city officials might use the shooting as an excuse to shut down the parties. Police said alcohol and marijuana were found at the murder scene, but they had not linked them to the crime.
"It's almost a double punishment," Webb said. "You lose six people that are so close, and then you might lose the community that brought you all together in the first place."
Many ravers say that although alcohol is not usually served, drugs are a part of the scene.
"The drugs are unreal," said Chris Meyer, 22, who said he stopped going because of the drugs. "The more and more I went, it was just people sitting around on the floor."
Meyer said partygoers' favorite drug is ecstasy, or MDMA, which makes people feel tipsy, trusting, loving and warm toward others.
Webb, who attended only the larger party, acknowledges that some kids use drugs but said he's seen a decline in drug use over the last year.
He said he's working with other Seattle rave promoters to organize a free, daytime memorial rave, "so people can see that we're not a bunch of kids hiding in the basement."
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
[Pic O Week ] Heavy Mistresses Parade Carribean
Friday, March 03, 2006
[The End ] GwenMedia.com Deceased
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Sunday, February 12, 2006
[Interview] Interview with Rubber Goddess Isobel Marion
RUBBER GODDESS ISOBEL MARION
EZ : Eros Zone
IM: Isobel Marion
We were able to steal a few moments with the sexy Isobel Marion as she worked through a photo shoot in New York City. She revealed to us details about her life, fetish couture, and …shoes.
Eros Zine (EZ): Your site (http://www.isobelmarion.com/) is pretty intricate - do you handle all that work yourself, or do you farm it out for someone else to keep updated for you?
Isobel Marion (IM) : I have someone who is very close to me and is involved in internet and web development. I have tried to learn everything that I can from him because it was very important to me to have control over what the site looks like. I still need a bit of help from time to time, but I do the majority of it on my own. There are a lot of different ideas that I have for the site that I am still developing the skills to be able to implement them. I think that the more creative control a girl has over what her website looks like the more the site will reflect the girl. It is more personal.
EZ: Your site hosts a lovely set of galleries - are those all professionally shot, or are some just for fun?
IM: The galleries are fun for me to do. Until recently all of the images on the site have been done by one photographer, Ganesha. I am branching out into working with other photographers lately, and I am enjoying the variety of experiences. Every shoot is different, and I like the way that various photographers can bring out different things in me.
EZ: Those galleries offer some partial nudity. How do you feel about nudity in your work? Is it something you're comfortable with or something you have strict rules about?
IM: I wouldn't do anything that I am uncomfortable with. I do draw the limit of the nudity that I am will to do at partial (just topless) or implied nudity (transparent latex). I don't think that there is anything at all wrong with full nudity; in fact some models do it so classily that it reminds me of old paintings, but for me...I like the idea of the clothes themselves.
To me "fetish" does not necessitate pure sex; it is like an amazing dress-up game. Yes, it is very sexual in nature but there is a real art form to it. Fashion is art no matter how you look at it. In the same way, it makes what the model does art as well.
I know I have an over-blown fantasy of what I want my website to be, but I do not want people coming to my website to see the new images of my tits. I want people coming to see what new insane outfit I am wearing. Wearing latex takes a bit of skill... to find it, to find the right size, putting it on, shining it...these elements all play a part of the images you see. Therefore, when you see images of Dita, Masuimi Max, Bianca and Emily Marilyn wearing latex, corsets etc, you are seeing a set of cultivated skills. It is an exposition of their art as well thought out archetype. This is to me why I do what I do.
EZ: What's your favorite set of fetish couture? Corsets? Latex? What makes you feel the sexiest?
IM: I have to say that I love it all. I know that isn't much of an answer to the question, but I think that any piece of clothing that alters the form of someone's body is amazing. I adore latex. It feels like nothing else. I also enjoy corsets because there is a sense of freedom in being a modern girl in something so classic. I do have a particular weakness for shoes. My God... I have so many pairs. I feel sexiest in a combination of all of the above.
EZ: Your site also offers video clips. Are these interview type videos, or is there something more intense, sexual and fetish-oriented in what you've chosen to offer? Will you be adding more?
IM: What I have posted so far are interview segments and a montage of "behind the scenes" footage of a couple of recent shoots. I will be posting new videos soon. I've gotten a lot of great suggestions for questions in my forum.
EZ: Ahhh - the obligatory forum for fans to let you know what they think and how they worship you. Do you monitor and answer all posts yourself, or do you leave it to your ado
ring minions to self-police? How involved are you in your forums?
EZ: What's your favorite set of fetish couture? Corsets? Latex? What makes you feel the sexiest?
IM: I have to say that I love it all. I know that isn't much of an answer to the question, but I think that any piece of clothing that alters the form of someone's body is amazing. I adore latex. It feels like nothing else. I also enjoy corsets because there is a sense of freedom in being a modern girl in something so classic. I do have a particular weakness for shoes. My God... I have so many pairs. I feel sexiest in a combination of all of the above.
EZ: Your site also offers video clips. Are these interview type videos, or is there something more intense, sexual and fetish-oriented in what you've chosen to offer? Will you be adding more?
IM: What I have posted so far are interview segments and a montage of "behind the scenes" footage of a couple of recent shoots. I will be posting new videos soon. I've gotten a lot of great suggestions for questions in my forum.
EZ: Ahhh - the obligatory forum for fans to let you know what they think and how they worship you. Do you monitor and answer all posts yourself, or do you leave it to your ado
ring minions to self-police? How involved are you in your forums? IM: I answer as many posts as I can. I like the feedback and opinions. I moderate the forum and check it daily when I can. I think it is fun to have access to people's opinions like that. I think the only way to grow is to have feedback. I appreciate all the folks who post.
EZ: In your girlfriends section, you have quite a collection of some of the best and hottest fetish models out there today - are these friends of yours, or is it a reciprocal agreement? Masuimi Max, Rubber Doll, and more - they're all quite fantastic!
IM: I have been blessed with meeting so many nice girls through the magic of email. I have developed what I would like to consider friendships with them. Masuimi Max in particular is so fucking nice that it floors me. She is one of my personal faves.The girlfriends section is there because I want to promote as many people as I can as often as I can. I do not feel that having your own website has anything to do with competition. For me it is not about trying to get more hits than someone else, it is about exposing this thing to as many people as I can. The more people promote each other, the more people see and the more people that are exposed, the larger that sub-collective becomes.
EZ: In your opinion, who do you think it the hottest model out there doing her thing today - aside from yourself, of course!
IM: I was just taking about Masuimi... I admire her open and honest approach to sexuality. She has fun with what she does and that comes across in her images. Emily Marilyn is so classy and sweet. And Bianca is obviously super talented. Sorry I more than answered that question I guess. See what happens when you get me talking about beautiful women?! Thanks so much for the compliment but I would never have answered that question by saying, "Oh, me of course." I still have a ton of things to learn and a long way to go.
EZ: You subtly downplay the artwork available on the site even though it's quite charming and shows a lot of talent and promise. Is this an area where you feel your talents are ever expanding, and might we see your work show up elsewhere?
IM: Oh thanks so much! It is a hobby that I like to explore in my downtime. I had never shown anyone my drawings before posting them on the site. I guess that is weird, but I am a little shy about it. I never had any training and I just kind of go with what inspires me. I have to have a lot more practice before I would think about showing them anywhere else.Rion Vernon just did an INSANE drawing of me. I was so thrilled about that because he is the man. His talent is enough to make me hid all my sketchbooks under my bed!!!
EZ: You have a page of links for people to download graphics and add them to their own sites - and I have to tell you, they're all fantastic! Is it something you were hands-on developing, or again, was it something you left to a web-guru to develop?
IM: I developed those. I love designing things like that. There are no rules, and it is entertaining to find out if I have the skill to be able to get it to do what I want it to do. Animating one of those banners took me forever to figure out. Thank goodness for my friend.
EZ: You have a fantastic body figure. Do you wear corsets as a matter of training your body, or are they more for fashion?
IM: I do a bit of waist training, but not as much as I would like. I love the look of corsets, but that just isn't the total point of them. I like the way they feel and how they make m
y figure stronger. I would like to spend more time training.EZ: What do you find the sexiest aspect of being a fetish model?
IM: It is very freeing. Since I was quite young I have had an obsession with "fetish wear," but in many towns and cities it isn't something that you can go to the grocery store in. The website gives me an opportunity to pay more attention to my clothes. I love the way they feel, so I suppose that is the sexiest aspect of it for me...playing dress up all day.
EZ: So, dish some dirt with us. What's the strangest thing that's happened to you in the course of being a fetish diva?
IM: Good lord...I don't know. I have been really lucky with the photographers that I have had the pleasure to work with. None of them have been creepy or weird, but some of the emails I get from "photographers" are strange as hell. Things like..."I have a friend who will loan me his camera and I don't have a studio but no one minds if you come over to my house to shoot." I don't answer those.Also I get a lot of what I call "Elf Poetry ", which is not as strange as it is just down-right funny. Things are said like "Velvety Flesh," "
In the heat of the Moon Wolf," and my favorite phrase "White man-bullets." I think you get the idea.The other stuff is just strange e-mails from crazy people talking about how they hate their wife or girlfriend, and people talking about their crazy fetishes that make me gag. However, what takes the cake for me are the e-mails I get from guys saying things like, "Hey babe, I am hot and I know you want me." What goes on the in minds of guys that think they can somehow make a connection with me sounding like a construction worker? It is just beyond me.
EZ: Yeah, that sounds pretty bizarre. One of the downfalls of being so hot and in the public eye, I suppose. But tell us, what's on the horizon for you next?
IM: More galleries and new clothes. I have a lot of really great ideas of new things to do on a website like this, but I will wait and let people see it when they are there. I am planning on making one hell of a pay site soon to help cover the cost of new outfits, improving the website, etc. After the pay site is up is when my ideas are really going to come into effect.
EZ: How about your future dreams? Film, more photography, shows…
IM: I have no desire to act. The idea of playing someone else holds no interest for me. I would like to do shows sometime in the future, but the ideas that I have for that are so outlandish that it will be awhile. To get down to it, I want to be the best fetish model I can be. I am nowhere close to my ideals right now. I have a lot of work to do but being a fetish model is my dream.
http://www.isobelmarion.com/
EZ: Yeah, that sounds pretty bizarre. One of the downfalls of being so hot and in the public eye, I suppose. But tell us, what's on the horizon for you next?
IM: More galleries and new clothes. I have a lot of really great ideas of new things to do on a website like this, but I will wait and let people see it when they are there. I am planning on making one hell of a pay site soon to help cover the cost of new outfits, improving the website, etc. After the pay site is up is when my ideas are really going to come into effect.
EZ: How about your future dreams? Film, more photography, shows…
IM: I have no desire to act. The idea of playing someone else holds no interest for me. I would like to do shows sometime in the future, but the ideas that I have for that are so outlandish that it will be awhile. To get down to it, I want to be the best fetish model I can be. I am nowhere close to my ideals right now. I have a lot of work to do but being a fetish model is my dream.
http://www.isobelmarion.com/
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Eros Zone Magazine
Friday, February 03, 2006
[Rubberdom Ep3] One Night in Hamburg Starring N A T A L I A !
One Night in Hamburg
Based on a true story by Rachel3 ©
Dear Readers,
Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I am in my thirties and live in a exclusive part of Hamburg. I am 5' 6", with piercing blue eyes, a 80GG (Metric) chest and sexy legs that can really wrap around a guy-or girl, depending on my mood. I have blond hair on top and none below....
I am dominant and bisexual. I have a regular boyfriend and two girlfriends with whom I enjoy playing. I like having them do things to each other and to me. I also like having them do things when I am not around, just to help them remember that I'm in control of them.
This story is about what I do to my boyfriend and what I have him do when he travels. The next time, I will tell you more about what I do with him and my girlfriends when they are here.
My boyfriend, I'll call him Brian, is a few years older than me. He's overweight, but I've been helping him lose weight. I dominate him when he is with me as well as when he is away.
He travels on business several days a month, mostly in the southeast. I used to give him things to do on his trips to keep him thinking of me and to remind him that I am in control of his body when he's not with me as well as when he is.
When he left on his trips, I would give him manila envelopes, one for each day that he was gone, telling him what I expected of him each day. He was to email me each
night and report what he did and what happened when he did it.
What's wrong with this situation you might ask? Easy. I had no way to verify whether he was following my instructions. Sure, when he came home, I could, but not while he was away.
The solution came one day when I was talking with a fellow domme, Dea Donatella, online.
I've never met her face to face, but we've talked online for several months now. She lives in Berlin, where my boyfriend goes about once every three months.
"Let me help you out," she said. "When will he be here next?"
"In a couple of weeks." I
answered.
"How long will he be here?"
I looked at his calendar. He faxes me a copy every day. It's something I insist on.
"He'll be there on a Tuesday and flying back out on Friday," I said.
"Let's work out something to check on him," she said.
We talked back and forth the next two weeks. We agreed that she and two girlfriends would check on him. We discussed his limits, my limits and the instructions I would give him ahead of time. We agreed that I would not tell him in advance that I was going to have someone else check on
him.
As I let him out at the airport on Tuesday morning, I told him that I had left one envelope in his briefcase and two in his suitcase. "Open the one in the briefcase this afternoon, as soon as you leave your meeting," I said. I grabbed his nipple through his shirt and twisted it. "Do you understand," I asked.
He looked down, and said, "Yes, ma'am." He had no idea what I had planned for him.
I then grabbed his cock through his trousers, twisted, it and said, "Have a good week. Keep thinking of me. You must cum once in the airplane bathroom on your flight up, but not for the rest of the week. Understand," I asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he
said, not having a clue about what was in store for him.
"I'll wait for your email tonight," I said. He left the car and went into the airport, still not suspecting anything out of the ordinary.
Late that afternoon, he went to the restroom in the office building in which he had his last meeting. He opened his briefcase and took out the manila envelope I had placed in it. Upon opening it, he read this note. "Hello, slave. Do what I say and you will have an interesting evening. Take the string in here and bind your balls, then lace it up your cock. Tie it tightly enough that you won't be able to cum with it on. Then, take the butt plug-that was also in the envelope-and insert it."
There was still nothing unusual here. He was used to
reading such notes from me.
The note than told him to go to a bar at a location on Street. "When you get there, open the white envelope in here." Still nothing too unusual.
I had no doubt that he would make it to the bar. I sometimes called him at a bar where I told him to go. He wouldn't want to miss such a call. When he got to the bar and opened the white envelope, he read the following note, "If you see a woman in a red dress in the bar, go up to her and tell her your name. If she gives you instructions, do what she says."
Still not unusual; I often had him approach women. Sure enough, there was a woman in a red dress in the bar. She was a beautiful brunette, with small breasts, but with a dress cut low enough that she could see
almost all that she had to offer. He went up to her.
"Hi, I'm Brian," he said, expecting nothing more than a brush off. This time he was wrong.
"Hello, Brian, I'm your mistress for the evening," she said. Actually, she was a friend of Dea Donatella's. In fact, she was normally a sub to Dea Donatella.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was not what he was expecting at all. She then gave him a code word. It was a code word that I had given him months earlier. That she knew the word meant that she had my permission to have control over his body. He was surprised, but to his credit, he did not let on.
"Let's go to a booth," she said. She pointed to a booth on the side of the room.
Once there, she said, "I want to see your cock, and it had better be properly wrapped." Brian paled. It wasn't.
She pointed down. "Unzip," she said. He blanched, hesitated and then slowly removed his cock. The lady in red reached down and took in her hand. He had not wrapped it as he had been instructed.
"Not smart," she said. "Now, I
instruct you to take this little cup," she handed him a cup of the sort in which restaurants often served butter, "to the restroom, masturbate into it and bring it back to me."
Now, Brian had a dilemma. I had told him he could not cum after he left the airplane. I had also told him that he had to obey the woman in the red dress who was now telling him to cum into the cup. To his credit, he did what the woman in the red dress told him. He took the cup to the restroom and returned fifteen minutes later. He handed her the cup filled with a white sticky gel.
She looked at him and said. "Didn't your mistress tell you not to cum until after you returned from your trip?"
He froze. His eyes got big. He had been so focused on obeying the goddess in red that he had completely forgotten my instructions. He cast his eyes down towards the table top and
said, "I am sorry, ma'am. I forgot."
"Not good, Brian," she said. I expect Mistress Natalia! will be unhappy!
Of course, just as Dea Donatella and I had planned, he was going to violate one of my instructions whatever he did. "I suggest you report your failure to her tonight." With those few words, she told Brian that she knew me and that he was in trouble whatever he did for the rest of the trip.
She had ordered a
Vodka Collins for him in his absence. She took the little plastic cup from him, picked up a spoon and carefully, and in view of all the other patrons of the bar, scraped the contest into his drink. She stirred it and gave it to him. She told him he had five minutes to consume it. He put it to his lips and sipped. He looked at his watch, drank again.
Brian had once told me that he would never take the cum of another man-it was one of his limits-but he had not told me that he would never drink his own. I was taking advantage of this when though Dea Donatella's surrogate, I made him drink his own. I loved reading about it in his email that evening. To his credit, he was very explicit.
That evening, I raised the level of my domination over him. The next night I sent him to another
bar. This time a woman in a black miniskirt met him. She was one of Dea Donatella's fellow dommes. She pushed his limits even further than the previous evening. But it was nothing like what he faced the third night.
The third night Dea Donatella herself met him at a bar. She is a tall blond with a prominent chest. She was wearing an emerald green dress with a slit in front that went almost up to paradise. He didn't know it, but the dress, and her 'fuck me' four-inch heels were all that she wore.
When Brian approached her, she gave him the codeword and an emailed note from me. It said, "This is Mistress Dea Donatella. I have given you to her tonight. You are to do whatever she says. You won't have to email me tonight since you won't be back to your room until noon tomorrow. When
you've finished reading this note, tell her, 'I submit to you, Mistress Dea Donatella,' then do whatever she says. She will report to me after you leave to come home. Make me proud."
He read the note, turned to the beautiful blond and said, "I submit to you, Mistress Dea Donatella," and his night of terror and pleasure began.
Following the plans we had discussed by email, Dea Donatella put him in her car and had him immediately strip. She took his clothes and put them in the trunk. He then was completely at her mercy. She handed him a string and told him to tie his balls and cock, just like I had told him to do the first day. This time, he did it.
She then handed him a blindfold.
He put it on. Finally, she handed him a butt plug. Even though he couldn't see, he managed to put it where it belonged. She then gave him two earplugs and told him to put them in his ear. He did. Finally, shouting, she told him to lean forward in the seat and put his hands behind his back. When he did, she bound his hands behind him.
After a half hour drive, she arrived at her house. She could have parked in the garage, but chose to stay in the driveway instead. She went around to his side of the car and opened the door. He felt the cool night air as she led him, naked, from the car through the yard-he felt the grass beneath his feet-and up the steps into her house. He, of course, had no idea where he was or who was watching him, but knew he was outdoors.
Once inside, she shoved
took him through the house and into her bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and tied his feet, spread to the maximum, to the lower posts of her bed. She then untied his hands and retied them to the posts at the top of her bed. He was now spread-eagle and helpless on the bed. Dea Donatella mounted him and fucked him. Another pussy placed itself on his face.
He had no way of knowing that it was the brunette from his first day there. Both women pleasured themselves without ceasing until they came multiple times. Mindful of his earlier failure, he tried desperately not to cum himself. He succeeded until a third woman, the domme from the night before took his cock in her mouth. She would not be denied.
When he came, she took his reluctant offering in her mouth. After his cock
became limp, she moved up to his mouth and kissed him deeply, depositing his own cum into his mouth. At first, he resisted, but reconsidered and swallowed. It was the second time in three days that he had been made to swallow him own cum.
The three women then untied his hands and feet and rolled him over, retying him face down. They spent the next hour spanking and whipping his ass and legs. When he was sufficiently red, they put him back on his back and tied him again. They put clamps on his nipples and tugged on the string that still bound his cock and balls. Eventually, they got a ping-pong paddle and spanked his genitals. It was excruciating for him, but he learned a valuable lesson: I am in charge, even when he is on the road.
Finally, they removed one of his earplugs and put
a telephone to his ear. I was on the other end. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked. After a long pause, he gave the right answer.
"If it pleases you, mistress," he said.
"It does, slave Brian," I answered. "Have you learned something?" I asked. "I want you to remember that I am in charge of you at all times."
Yes, mistress," he said. "I have, and I apologize for letting you down." He had, after all, failed to properly bind his cock and balls the first day and he had cum twice without my permission.
"Good, slave," I said. "Your apology is important to me, but you still need to remember that disappointing me, has a price."
"Yes, Mistress, I realize that. I've paid the price and I've deserved it."
"You're only half right, slave. You do deserve it, but you've not yet paid the price. Mistress Dea Donatella will put you on your plane at noon tomorrow. She will give you an envelope then. Open it as soon as the plane is in the air.
Your punishment will begin then. Don't disappointment me this time."
"I heard him gulp, the say, "I won't mistress. I won't."
"Good, I know you won't. You will be at the mercies of Mistress Dea Donatella until Noon. Have a good evening. Enjoy yourself."
As Dea Donatella's email told me later, he didn't, but she and her friends did.
Brian lives near Hamburg, but travels to south Germany twice a month, to Berlin once every three months and to other places in the southeast.
If you would like to help me monitor my slave in the future, just email me.
MAYBE THE END 
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`WARNING!!!
ADULT XXX OVER 21 YEARS CONTENT STORY
Mistress Amandas D/s Auction
"Will you be my slave?"
Mistress Amandas D/s Auction to end soon!
UK SLAVE F2F AUCTION!
"Darling, what an exciting concept for a yahoo group " - Allyn S
"Hi everyone announcement that auction opens up at 12pm GMT today and will run till same time friday i have decide for this one to do it through message board by you posting your bids then going from there. There are now four lovely subs/slaves to bid for so four of them will currency for a special auction in 4 weeks time which ill mention after next as i said previously its worth putting yourselfs forward as the subs/slaves benefit from being in auctions. Well we have four now slave_jean22 decided to go in as weel as amanda, ashley and laura.
Good luck to everyone who bids and enjoy the two weeks on both sides"
- Mistrees Amanda xxx
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Our State of the Rubber Union Vision for 2006
S T A T E O F T H E R U B B E R U N I O N
Involves rubber, lots of rubber and perhaps Isobel Marion
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NEW GALLERY
Saturday, January 28, 2006
This Week In the World-Of-Rubberdom
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Hot or Not! Kate Beckinsale Underworld:Evolution
HOT IN RUBBER or NOT?
KATIE BECKINSALE
"Sexy rubber in a red hot movie and video game will bring our kink into the mainstream without them even knowing it. ;-) Some of us will regret the loss of 'taboo' associated with this fetish. Wallmart selling catsuits will mark the begining of the end" - Rubberdom
BARON BOUTIQUE MAKES A REPLICA KATE JACKET!
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Saturday, January 14, 2006
Introducing Rubberdom Dea Donatella [Adult Only Content!]
DEA DONATELLA's RUBBERDOM SATURDAY!!!
I'm sitting on top of the world.
I'm going along....I'm moving along.
I'm sitting on top of the world.
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I'm sitting on top of the world whenever, Mistress Dea puts her foot down!
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
[Rubber Adventure Story #4] Mistress Bianca Presents
BIANCA BEAUCHAMP as a dominant Latex Lioness
#XXX #NSFW #FETISH FANTASY
(Fiction based on story Aunt Katherine & Her Slaves
by JackBro )
Chapter 1: Making of Nikki
"Come along and let me introduce you to one of my slaves," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke to her young niece.
"That sounds…" Nikki started to reply but then stopped in mid- sentence when she grasped her Rubberdom's words. "Um, I mean, that sounds good!"
She could have sworn she heard her Rubberdom use the word "slave," but that couldn't possibly be! No real slaves existed.
A person could not own another person, even someone as rich as her Rubberdom. I thought.
The large, opulent mansion showed Rubberdom Bianca!'s great wealth from her modelling, but no one woman should have that much money! Right?
Nikki shook her head and figured she must have misheard "servant."
"Their bedrooms are on the second floor," Rubberdom Bianca! glanced upward, referring to the slaves – or servants or whatever they were called. "Let us go to the foyer so I can call one of them down."
Nikki didn't know the meaning of the word "foyer," but she followed anyway. Her Rubberdom used many fancy, high-class words. Nikki figured they came from all the private schools she attended as a child, plus all the rich friends that surrounded her as an adult. Rubberdom Bianca! was rich, really rich! Of that there was no doubt. All the relation knew it, even if they seldom talked about it. In fact, they hardly ever talked about Rubberdom Bianca! at all. They treated her like a ghost and only occasionally mentioned the rich Rubberdom with the eccentric tastes. They also said she lived a decadent lifestyle. Nikki never knew quite what this meant, but she was going to do her best over her vacation of the next two weeks to try to figure it out.
Her Rubberdom lead the way through the house, dressed in a full length, flowing, and certainly very expensive evening gown. Nikki noticed it brush up against both sides of the doorways as she passed through. It looked absolutely beautiful and so did the woman who wore it. Nikki knew the sister was born into the world only four years after her own father, but her Rubberdom looked more like 20 years his younger. Ample breasts blessed a slim figure, and her gown performed an exquisite job at showing off both with a tight fit and plunging neckline.
Wearing a full-length evening gown herself, Nikki followed close behind. Her mother firmly instructed she wear the dress upon the first introduction to her Rubberdom. She didn't want to. It sounded so impractical to wear her best dress on a weekday afternoon, but she obediently changed into the dress in the bathroom of the train station. Now Looking at her Rubberdom's gown, she understood why.
Nikki could only hope she would look as beautiful as her Rubberdom when she reached the same age. There already existed many similarities; like the fair complexion, little nose, slim figure, and certainly the long, jet-black hair. Rubberdom Bianca! wore her hair up in a bonnet at the top of her head, but Nikki could tell it was long enough to probably flow down nearly to the waist like her own. The biggest difference, she couldn't help but notice, was in the chest. Rubberdom Bianca! had cleavage while Nikki was still young and nearly flat. She could only hope to develop features just as impressive.
Nikki followed her Rubberdom as she walked down the hallway and then through the formal dining room. Along the way she tried to avoid touching anything. Fancy crystal stood all around. Fine china graced the dining room table. Delicate little figurines seemed to occupy every square inch of spare cabinet and shelf space. She feared brushing up against something expensive and accidentally breaking it. It wouldn't give a good first impression.
"Jonathan," Rubberdom Bianca! stepped through a final doorway and into the glorious main entranceway of the house. "Please come down. I would like to introduce you to my niece. And please do not bother with any formal attire."
Nikki waited, standing just beside her Rubberdom, at the foot of a long, winding staircase. Above, a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. To one side the stairs seemed to extend forever almost into the clouds. Everything about the house – or it was really more like a mansion – was high class. It stood as the centerpiece of what was once a large southern plantation. It used be one of the largest tobacco plantations in the state of Virginia, but that was before the War of Northern Aggression – as her father still called it. Most everything was destroyed or looted when first the Northern and then the Confederate armies marched through. Rubberdom Bianca! lovingly restored it many decades later when she returned from the Alaskan Klondike with the riches of her dead husband's gold strike.
"You are developing very nicely," Her Rubberdom casually spoke as though to kill the time as they waited. "Did you not recently celebrate a birthday?"
"Two weeks ago," Nikki answered. "I just turned sixteen."
"Ah yes!" Bianca! nodded. "The perfect age to start your experience of life's many pleasures."
Nikki thought her Rubberdom's words curious – also confusing.
"I must say you are very pretty," Bianca! went on. "The boys are going to have to fight against each other to get your attention."
Nikki blushed. She always blushed when someone told her she was pretty, especially when it came from a relation. She just hoped to hear it some day from a boy.
Her attention diverted to the sound of footsteps at the top of the wooden staircase. They sounded soft, not sharp and quick like a pair of shoes, but quiet as if they came from slippers.
Nikki looked up and immediately understood why. She looked up to see a pair of bare feet turn the corner, and then she noticed the legs were also bare, and then she noticed so was his chest. In fact, so was all of him! He wore no shoes or shirt. He also failed to wear any pants or even underwear. He did not wear anything at all!
Nikki gasped in disbelief! For a moment, she thought she imagined the sight. She thought her eyes somehow played a trick on her, but then she blinked and discovered they had not. The man really was bare-assed naked! He had everything on display.
"Walk on down here and meet Nikki," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary about a naked man walking down the front staircase of her house.
Nikki couldn't speak. She stood too shocked to talk. Instead, she remained frozen and just looked at him.
The man made no attempt to cover himself. His arms remained behind his back as he walked down the stairs. He failed to bring his hands forward and use them for cover – as it would seem natural for a naked man to do in front of two clothed women. He made no attempt to take his manliness away from Bianca! at all, not even when a stranger stood at her side.
He kept himself bare, and Nikki kept herself looking. She looked and saw all the way down the front of his body. And, most important, she saw at his dick.
"Well, what do you think?" Her Rubberdom asked when he reached the bottom of the stairs and then stopped and stood before them.
"I'm…not sure," Nikki tried to speak, not knowing what to say.
She caught herself starring down at his waist. She looked right at it, and realized she had been looking at it the whole time. Even as he walked down the stairs, her eyes lowered and then her head bowed down as she followed it. She liked his dick, and she especially liked the way it bounced up and down as he dropped down each step of the stairs.
Nikki caught herself starring and suddenly felt very embarrassed. She quickly looked away.
"Don't be shy," Her Rubberdom comforted. "You can look as much as you want. Jonathan is used to it. He doesn't mind if you look at him, do you Jonathan?"
He shook his head to indicate a "no," so Nikki meekly looked again. She turned her head slowly and took quick peaks out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help but want to look. She liked the way he looked.
Jonathan was a tall, handsome man, standing almost six feet. He looked young, not much older than herself; probably around nineteen or maybe in his early twenties. Not much hair yet grew on his chest, although the blond hair on his head flowed down far enough to touch his shoulders. And then there were his muscles. Muscles seemed to bulge out from all around him, indicating he did a lot of manual labor, probably working in the fields all day. He definitely looked strong, and he certainly looked very handsome.
Nikki didn't get many chances to look at naked, adult men, and this was an excellent specimen. Everything about him looked big, she saw, most especially his dick. She noticed his dick most of all. It seemed to hang down a long distance between his legs, but she could be mistaken. She hadn't seen many adult dicks before. Perhaps this was normal.
Nikki also noticed he did not speak out loud. In fact, he did not speak at all. She had yet to hear his voice. It was as though he was not allowed to speak, and then she remembered her Rubberdom talking about her slaves. A thought entered her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
"Go ahead and turn for Nikki," Bianca! told him while performing a twirling motion with her finger. "Give Nikki a good look at your ass too."
To her amazement, he turned and showed his behind. He turned all the way around and then he did it again. She liked his ass too. He had smooth, hard buns, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as his dick.
The whole time he refused to use his hands to provide cover. He kept them behind his back when facing forward, and he let them hang to the side when he had his back towards them so they could have a better look at his behind. It was as though he was trained to model his most private features. He was allowing her, a complete stranger, to look at whatever she wanted. Nikki couldn't help but turn further to take advantage of the opportunity.
"What do you think of him?" Rubberdom Bianca! asked a second time.
"Nice," Nikki could manage only one word.
"If you haven't noticed already, he's one of my most well endowed," Bianca! went on. "He's over nine inches."
"What?" Nikki yelped. She thought she knew what her Rubberdom meant, but it was too shocking for her mind to accept.
"His pecker!" Bianca! clarified more directly. "You know, his organ. I am referring to his cock. It will elongate to a full nine inches when hard. He is one of my favorites."
Nikki brought her hands up to her mouth and covered it in amazement. She couldn't believe how openly her Rubberdom talked about his dick, and how openly she talked about it right in front of him. She was shocked, and then remembered again her Rubberdom's use of the word "slave." The thought rushed back into her mind. She thought about a sex slave. More specifically, a male sex slave.
Nikki looked at him again and wondered. Thoughts of a male sex slave sent waves of erotic ecstasy through her body. She had never felt quite this way before. A male sex slave would be like a girl's ultimate fantasy. She immediately knew this was what her parents meant when they talked about the decadent behavior in Rubberdom Bianca!'s home.
Nikki looked at him closer and thought about what Bianca! had said. She liked the many names she had just heard for his dick. She heard them all before, mostly when joking around at school with her girlfriends, but never right in front of a live one.
"Would you like to see for yourself?" Rubberdom Bianca! asked next.
Nikki didn't know what her Rubberdom meant. What more of him was there to see? He was already naked; totally naked. She looked at her Rubberdom in confusion.
Bianca! only smiled back. "Jonathan," She then turned to the naked man standing before them. "Show yourself to Nikki. Make it full."
Nikki gasped. She again thought she knew the meaning of her Rubberdom's words, but they were too unbelievable to accept. But then she looked at Jonathan and understood.
His hands remained clasped behind his back, but the middle of his waist began to get bigger.
"Oh my God!" Nikki couldn't help but say out loud. She had never seen a man in his fullest state before.
"Keep watching," Her Rubberdom said in reply. "He still has quite a show to put on. It is not nearly over."
Nikki thought about turning away and running out of the room, but she didn't. She couldn't. She wanted to watch. It seemed so demeaning to make this poor man get full in her presence, especially when she considered that it was in the presence of a complete stranger, but then Rubberdom Bianca! did nothing to force him. Jonathan just stood there and did it on his own, and he did it fast. First his dick just started to get longer and then it began to rise.
"Oh my God!" Nikki couldn't help but say again.
"Yes, it is rather fun to watch," Bianca! agreed. "Tell me Nikki, have you ever witnessed a man getting hard before?"
She shook her head to indicate "no." She was unable to say it out loud.
As a result, he seemed to rise faster. Her admission seemed to make his dick rise even more quickly. It was soon sticking straight out of his body, and then it began to rise even more.
"They probably don't grow them this big down in Florida," Her Rubberdom kidded her. "Have you ever seen such a big one before?"
"No," Nikki quietly spoke.
"Have you ever seen one at all?" Her Rubberdom went on to ask. "I forget, you are rather young Nikki. I suppose it is possible that you have never seen a live man in the fully inflated condition?"
She said it in the form of a question, but Nikki was to embarrass to speak. She simply shook her head.
"Well then," Bianca! spoke. "We will just have to make up for it then! I will instruct each of my slaves to make himself full in your presence. I have nine of them, you know, and they are all very well endowed. All cocks are rather similar when you get right down to it, but each has its peculiar characteristics."
"Oh my God!" Nikki looked her Rubberdom in the eye to check if the nine slaves were an exaggeration or a joke. But then she quickly looked back down at his dick. There was no indication of a joke, and his dick now looked as though it was at a full erection. In fact, his dick no longer looked like a measly dick. It looked more like a full-fledged cock!
"How do you like it now?" Her Rubberdom asked.
"Wow!" Nikki spoke in amazement. "He's very impressive."
"Yes," Bianca! agreed. "Nine long inches of cock-meat. And notice it is not just long, as you can see for yourself, but it is plenty wide too. Jonathan has a rather big unit!"
Nikki gasped. She never heard a cock being called "meat" or a "unit" before. It sounded so demeaning, although also very erotic. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused, or at least more aroused than ever before. Images formed in her mind. She imagined this man in bed with her. She looked down at his long piece of cock-meat and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her.
"I think Jonathan is impressed by you too," Rubberdom Bianca! told her. "That was one of the fastest erections I have ever seen him give up. I think you make him excited. I mean, you are very cute and he probably assumes you are a virgin. I bet he is fantasizing right now about what it would be like to fuck you."
Nikki covered her mouth and looked at her Rubberdom God.
"Well, why not?" Rubberdom Bianca! spoke. "You are a very good looking young girl. You have a very pretty face and a nice, slim figure. I bet Jonathan is picturing himself on top of you right now, or perhaps he is even imagining you straddling his waist."
Nikki couldn't believe it. Never, even in her wildest imagination, did she ever think that her Rubberdom's house was like this. A naked man stood in front of her, and they were talking about sexual intercourse right in front of him. No wonder her parents never allowed her to visit.
"This is all very strange," She had to admit to her Rubberdom. "I just never realized . . ." She couldn't finish.
"Never realized what?" Her Rubberdom asked.
Nikki didn't know quite how to put it. "Is Jonathan, like," She said shyly. "I mean, is he like your slave?"
"You could say that," Bianca! answered without hesitating. "But he's not just an ordinary slave, he's my sex slave."
Nikki gasped again. She couldn't believe it. The answer was what she expected, but she still couldn't believe it. She heard stories about male sex slaves before but always figured they were fiction. She never expected to meet one in real life, and certainly never expected her very own Rubberdom to have one! Much less nine of them, if she was to be believed.
"You don't look as though you believe my words," Her Rubberdom questioned, seeming to read her mind.
"I'm not quite sure what to believe," Nikki admitted truthfully. "I guess I'm a little overwhelmed right now."
"Well, if you don't believe me," She offered. "Why don't you ask Jonathan? As him if he is a sex slave."
She glanced at her Rubberdom, and then back to the supposed sex slave named Jonathan. Up until now, he hadn't spoken. She wasn't sure if he could speak.
"Are you?" She started to say, but then suddenly became very bashful when she realized she was talking to a naked man with an erection. Nikki suddenly felt very intimidated.
"Does he talk?" She whispered to her Rubberdom instead.
"Of course he talks!" Her Rubberdom answered. "But only when I give him permission. Otherwise he will remain silent."
"Will he talk for me?" Nikki asked. "Will he answer me?"
Rubberdom Bianca! turned to him. "Jonathan, I give you permission to answer the questions Nikki is about to pose to you, but you may not talk. Let's give Nikki a little treat. Answer with your prick instead. Do you understand?"
He seemed to almost jump at her words. Nikki noticed him step back as soon as Rubberdom Bianca! finished the order, but she did not understand why. In fact, she did not understand at all. How could he answer if he could not speak? And how could he possibly answer with his prick.
But then Jonathan provided the answer. Slowly, he began to gyrate his hips. And as a result, his cock began to bob up and down.
Nikki gasped yet again, realizing that he indeed answered with his prick. It was just like someone nodding his or her head, but Jonathan was using his long cock instead. She never saw an erection move before. She watched it bob up and down. It made her feel very erotic.
"Jonathan understands," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now go ahead and ask him whatever you want, just make sure they are yes or no questions."
Nikki started to speak, but then didn't know what to ask. She felt embarrassed, and her mind went blank. She forgot the original question.
"Go ahead," Rubberdom Bianca! prompted her. "Start out by asking if he thinks you are pretty."
Nikki looked at her Rubberdom, and then she looked at Jonathan. It was an embarrassing question to ask, but she decided to ask anyway.
He nodded his big cock up and down in response.
Thrilled by his answer, she remembered her original question. "Are you really a slave?"
He answered again in the affirmative.
"Are you really a sex slave?"
He continued answering, this time even harder, moving his "unit" up and down with increased vigor. She heard it slap against his tummy, and she liked watching the bouncing cock, but then wondered what a negative answer would produce.
"Would you ever disobey Rubberdom Bianca?"
And she got her answer. His dick looked even better when it moved from side to side.
"What did you say?" Bianca! giggled. "I am not sure if Nikki quite heard you."
He swayed his cock back and forth with increased vigor. Nikki liked the sound it made when it slapped against his thighs.
She asked a few more questions, sometimes questions with "yes" answers and sometimes with "no." She liked the "no" answers the best because his cock seemed to move around a lot more when it went from side-to-side, but the "yes" answers looked good too.
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