Collection 3 by RubberMatt
2020
Dancing dolls
Works from Rubbermatt directly or just couldn’t be found online at anymore at the time of making this collection
2021 Jan-Jun
“This is a locking, remote controlled pleasure suit. And this is the remote control, keyed to your thumbprint only. I’m all yours, and only yours. Happy Valentines Day my love.”
2021 Jul-Dec
Guess what, even more shiny redheads. Yes, I have done lots of them.
Only three and a half more years to go!
Think this is the last of the blonde dolls of 2019
Last of the 2019 redhead dolls
Living art.
Framed and everything.
Works from Rubbermatt directly or just couldn’t be found online at anymore at the time of making this collection
2022 Jan-Jun
The two types of total enclosure
The girl screamed and thrashed, but to no avail.
She simply couldn’t break free from the creatures sticky, cloying grip, and the slime inexorably engulfed her.
Sobs and wails echoed around the empty laboratory as it sought out the paths of least resistance, desperate pleas that no one else could hear as slippery pseudopods slid deep inside her.
One last hopeless cry before it entered her mouth and completed sealing her inside itself …..
Doll playing with a sphere shaped pointlight. Had to jack the light power right up because of the dark surface it’s illuminating.
This had certainly been the most bizarre modelling job Janice had ever taken, while also being the most fun.
£7000 to spend a week encased in rubber from head to toe? She had jumped at the chance.
True she’d been depilated top to bottom, but hair grew back, and the entubing & plugging had been more enjoyable than she’d thought.
First day on the job had involved being sprayed with multiple layers of liquid rubber in front of a rapt audience, transforming her & the other girls into living rubber dolls. The rest of the week had entailed acting as hostess/tour guide/living sculpture. And she got paid to do it! The hard part had been not orgasming all the time from the movement of the plugs as she sashayed around in six inch stilettoes.
Then the bombshell at the end of the week ….. £70k to stay encased and spend a month as a rubber bondage toy.
The best job she’d had had only paid £23k a year before the company went bust during lockdown … three years wages to be rubbered up and tied up for a month? No brainer ….Doll #14, Janice, found herself on all fours, glued to a plinth, awaiting shipment.
She’d seen some of the other girls stripped of the rubber skins, plugs removed & replaced with larger ones, then they were re-sealed and packaged.
Doll #8, Nadia, whom she had been passionately fooling around with in the evenings, blew her a gagged kiss before she was tightly cocooned and stretched vertically on a transport rack …. then it was her turn.
The new plugs were definitely rather distracting, their girth alone was enough for her to get off, with the lack of sight & hearing & movement there really wasn’t much else to do except flex internal muscles and work toward her sixth orgasm this morning ….
Just read Skin of Cloth, so here’s Kelly waiting for Rob to show up for a date.
Sorting thru the forgotten files folder & running the pics thru photoshop … even Tights Monsters need to go grocery shopping.
The life cycle of a Tights Monster.
A young TM seeks out a suitably kinky young woman as it’s host, it devours & cocoons her, then fuses with her.
The silky skinned hybrid that emerges from the cocoon is an obligate erotivore.
When fully matured the erotivore will seek out a suitable genetic donor, seduce, ensnare and couple with him until the hapless male is drained. She will then seek out other mature erotivores in the breeding phase.
When two meet the gorgeous silken hybrids are bonded together by their nylon skins and stay coupled, in a state of constant pleasure, until both are impregnated. They will stay together as a couple until birthing time.
The young emerge from the birth canal and form a new ultra sheer layer over their parent, at first extremely thin, wispy & sparsely threaded, gradually thickening and evening out.
Once the young TM has formed a smooth even sheath it will separate from it’s mother, taking on the ‘hollow woman’ appearance so rarely seen by anyone who doesn’t subsequently become an erotivore.
The family unit stays together for a few weeks while the mothers teach their daughters vital skills, such as hunting, then the immature TMs depart to seek hosts of their own.
The adult erotivores, having formed deep emotional ties, will stay in touch, often sharing meals and each others beds.
This will continue past subsequent breeding phases, with the result that erotivores from large, closely knit networks.
Whilst solitary predators, they are extremely social creatures, often holding large parties.
An erotivore formal dinner is something to behold, a dozen or more silken hybrids dressed in the best haute couture & jewelry, chatting about the best hunting grounds and which celebrities taste the best, while the courses of their meal writhe helplessly in tight, shiny cocoons.
Nylon erotivore, getting broody.
Very broody …
Latex erotivore looking for lurve
You know you’re supposed to ignore them, but you can’t help but stare. Again.
At her.
The bane with the dancers physique.
It’s not just the way she looks, sleek and glossy, but the way she moves, with unconscious grace & poise.
She passes smoothly by, leaving you with an unbearable longing ….
Ooh You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen bane
I am the keymaster …. and you are staying locked up for another month, you bad, bad boy.
Banes that have served their time, but have chosen to stay sealed in ’living’ rubber for the rest of their lives, can easily find lucrative employment in the bdsm/fetish industry.
Those that do often have long waiting lists for their services, and quickly become independently wealthy.
A reminder that rubber Dolls require regular exercise.
I like the way you, clap your hands,
I like the way you, love to dance,
But most of all…
Yeah.
Most of all…
I like the way you move…
To await shipping to your new owner ….
“Hi honey, I’m home!”
Jenny from the vorepunk comics in her shiny new symbiote skin
When your little play session is interrupted by a Rubber Monster …
“What’s happening??!!??”
“Oh god, they were waiting for us, we’re cut off … run, run …… oh god noooo … aaaagghhh”
Hmmm, sealed and plugged with untearable Synthex, then glued into a vacuum sealed Synthex cocoon …. just wonderful. That’s not to mention the myriad of electrodes all over and inside you, all hooked up to the CPU embedded in your vaginal dildo.
This room is filled with musical instruments, all equipped with wireless electronic pickups, when any of them are played the notes are broadcast to your little pussy processor and translated into electrical shocks of varying strength.
A veritable symphony of pleasure and pain …..
No need to fret little doll, this is just a trial run for my darling wife. What with supporting me as I started my own business, and bearing me two beautiful daughters .. well we haven’t had much time for the kind of kinky fun we enjoyed when first married.
Now that the business is ticking over nicely and our girls are all grown up, well now is time to make time for fun, to indulge my beloved’s deepest fantasies.
Once the rental period is up, once everything is setup to perfection, you will be shipped back and she will take your place.
My wife is such a music lover after all.
This had certainly been the most bizarre modelling job Janice had ever taken, while also being the most fun.
£7000 to spend a week encased in rubber from head to toe? She had jumped at the chance.
True she’d been depilated top to bottom, but hair grew back, and the entubing & plugging had been more enjoyable than she’d thought.
First day on the job had involved being sprayed with multiple layers of liquid rubber in front of a rapt audience, transforming her & the other girls into living rubber dolls. The rest of the week had entailed acting as hostess/tour guide/living sculpture. And she got paid to do it! The hard part had been not orgasming all the time from the movement of the plugs as she sashayed around in six inch stilettoes.
Then the bombshell at the end of the week ….. £70k to stay encased and spend a month as a rubber bondage toy.
The best job she’d had had only paid £23k a year before the company went bust during lockdown … three years wages to be rubbered up and tied up for a month? No brainer ….Doll #14, Janice, found herself on all fours, glued to a plinth, awaiting shipment.
She’d seen some of the other girls stripped of the rubber skins, plugs removed & replaced with larger ones, then they were re-sealed and packaged.
Doll #8, Nadia, whom she had been passionately fooling around with in the evenings, blew her a gagged kiss before she was tightly cocooned and stretched vertically on a transport rack …. then it was her turn.
The new plugs were definitely rather distracting, their girth alone was enough for her to get off, with the lack of sight & hearing & movement there really wasn’t much else to do except flex internal muscles and work toward her sixth orgasm this morning ….
Maybe it’s Maybelline! (totally nothing to do with the tights monster that engulfed her)
She’s going to get even poutier when she discovers the zipper has dissolved ….
Welcome to Mistress Elsa’s Palace of Pain.
Get naked and get on your knees.
Take a picture, it’ll last longer.
Just keep walking.
Journal entry 26th April 2021 I’ve done it! I finally succeeded in creating Lytex! A self-repairing amalgam of latex & lycra, waterproof, breathable and practically untearable. The possibilities are endless. Hell, just one pair of ultra sheer designer tights that literally cannot be laddered would be worth all the effort. But I must not be greedy, women the world over are screaming for hosiery that can’t be disintegrated by a twig!
Journal entry 7th July 2021 I done fucked up. In an over-abundance of over-enthusiasm I decided to try out my wonderful, cursed creation. Just a simple pair of sheer tights, goddess they felt so good, no don’t be a wimp, be bolder, push the envelope! A full body stocking! Oh absolute heaven, every inch of my body held in a taut silky, slick grip, and …. and now I am completely encased from head to toe in a slithery seamless, damn near indestructible Lytex sheath. I’ve tried everything but to no avail, I simply cannot get it off. I’m trapped in a beyond skin-tight, devious Lytex prison of my own making.
Inspired by the faceless ’living’ rubber personal prisons from the story Eudeamon.
2022 Jul-Sep
I don’t wanna…. THWACK …..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii!
Get. In. The. Damned. Robot!
Inspired by the faceless ’living’ rubber personal prisons from the story Eudeamon.
Nothing quite like getting home from work to your obedient Lytex encased wife
Damn Jet2 radio ads, got that tune stuck in my head …..
Inspired by the faceless ’living’ rubber personal prisons from the story Eudeamon.
“As you are discovering, my silk contracts as it dries. There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop yourself being squeezed down into a compact bundle. But by all means continue to struggle, I find it arousing to watch …”
“mmmmmmmpppphhhh”
Another would-be burglar triggers one of the anti-intruder latex glue trap mines ….
“Chris was about to say something else when he froze; numerous thin tentacles were pushing out from the figure’s pussy with a wet squelching sound. He could only watch in horror as he counted six tentacles, all as thin as a pencil and about a foot long and dripping in slime.
The figure above him dropped her hips a little lower and the tentacles all reached down to caress his face in a similar manner as her hand did a moment ago.”
Banes are fun to do, without a face you only have body language to convey emotion.
“Expedition log #1078, we seem to have finally found, almost by accident, the long lost Temple of Eros. Also our missing intern, Cindy, who appears to have been turned into solid marble. Judging by the expression frozen on her face it was most certainly not painful …”
“Uh professor … these statues are warm, like body temperature warm!”
This isn’t even Mandy’s final form!
More muscular thighs on this one.
When the AI decides squishy organics need upgrading …
“We’ve lost contact with the research facility, this is the last image we were able to pull from the security feed before it went dark”
Can’t think of any stories off the top of my head, but I have dipped my toe in that territory.
“Body’s still in the shop, got to make do with this rental ’til then.”
When you got to get the groceries you forgot but it took over an hour to squeeze yourself into the suit …..
Discovering someone added chilli to the enema mix …..
In hindsight “Why is there a roll of duct tape in the bag?” had been a really silly question to ask his rubberised Mistress …
The town had been deserted since a Mist event had taken half the population, the remaining residents rapidly leaving afterward, unable or unwilling to stay.
Attempts to revitalize the town had fallen flat on their face and it had been abandoned to the elements.
Which made it the perfect site for an illegal rave. After all everyone knew the Mist didn’t strike twice.
Jenny should have known better, she’d lost her older sister and two cousins when the Mist had hit their hometown years ago, but she had needed to get out, be with other people and have some fun.
4000 people drinking, laughing and dancing had been just what she needed to forget the slick, writhing erotic horror that haunted her dreams.
Until the screaming started and she’d seen the encroaching blackness swallowing everything in its path.
Like all the rest Jenny had run, until her legs were numb and her lungs burned, running because this wasn’t impersonal like a tsunami or an earthquake, the Mist was very personal, it wanted you, and it would take you body and soul.
Stumbling forward, sobbing, blackness coalescing on her skin, making her cough, her stomach turned to ice as the sleek, slick figure blocked her path, then it was tight gripping latex, probing tentacles and warm, tight darkness.
The Mist took Jenny.She awoke feeling much. much better. She didn’t know why she had been so scared, everything felt so good now ….
M.A.T.T. generated.
“Is that a telegraph pole in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
The Mist would be moving away soon, pretty much everyone at the rave had been taken, time for the fast mobile mistforms like Jenny had become to make a sweep of the ruined town.
One problem was that in the panicked stampede the previous night people had dropped everything and ran, with the result there was a lot of broken glass everywhere.
A quick scout round had resulted in the discovery of a broken flip-flop, two mismatched sneakers and a pair of highly impractical stiletto heel pumps.
The pumps looked familiar … oooh yeah that gorgeous brunette she had gotten all hot and sweaty with, last seen being swallowed by a wormiform.
Well they’ll have fused by now, rubberised human from the waist up, latex snake from the waist down, so she won’t need these anymore.
Jenny slipped the pumps on and sashayed onwards on her patrol, the six inch heels somehow feeling so right …..
Netrunners in the RubberMattverse.
Jessica knelt before him, her frankly luscious curves sheathed in glossy Smartex, she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And she belonged to him.
It still stunned him that she had sealed herself into the suit, handed him the controller and simply said “I’m yours now.”
The gorgeous blonde gave a little jump and whimpered, turning plaintive eyes up at him. Well he had kept her in edging & orgasm denial mode for a fortnight now, the poor girl must be desperate to cum …
“Mistform sighted!”
“Excellent, send in the squad!”
“Uuhh, sir, standing orders are to use the dron..”
“We don’t have time for that, those things are too slow.”
“But sir..”
“That was an order!”
“yes sir squad move in and capture subject … use all caution.”
garbled
“Please repeat Echo One”
scream
“Sir, we’ve lost contact with the capture squad. I’m moving the recon drone to see if we can … oh.”
“What the blazes!?”
“Oh my, are those tentacles coming out of her ..”
“Sir!”
“What the hell is it private!? Can’t you see we’re trying to …”
“It’s the General, sir, he’s demanding to talk to you. He does not sound happy”
“I .. I’ll take it in my office … uhhh carry on Lieutenant”
“Oh uh yes sir ….. hwhooo look at her go. I am seriously getting jealous of this girl, I mean I would kill to have her figure, but the way she moves? And look where she’s putting her tentacles!”
“I’m trying not to ma’am.”
“Pfft, you need to get out more.”
Better yet there’s no zipper. How did I get in? Who cares! How do I get out? I don’t want to know!
Even better, as you succumb to the silken embrace of so many layers they pull you into a bound semi-fetal position, rendering you even more helpless.
It feels like your brain is being wrapped in lycra as you sink deeper into semi-trance, each silken layer around your mind cutting out more and more of the rest of the world.
Until there is only the now, and your utter surrender to the silky prison that is your whole world …..
For a bit more sense-dep there’s always suspension in nylon
Every time your resolution wavers your legs fold a little, you sink further down inside the outer sheath, until, finally, there’s no more down & you can merely squirm a little with legs folded & heels pressed into cheeks.
encase.
The drills devolved, and Hana’s practice
slowly gave way to a sensual dance. She spun across the rink,
flowing and stepping to the new sensations that swirled inside
her.
where’s the zipper gone?!
Watching Richard Quinn’s AW21 collection short film again
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuYjPo2QEMo And naturally my brain goes off on the ‘what if rubberised catwomen were the dominant species on the planet’ route
So this happened
Now you won’t get sunburnt, my delicious subby hubby
mmmmmnnmmmmhhhh
Love you too sweetheart
Later that night …..
why doesn’t anyone tell me anything?
I mean if someone had told me ‘Ellie, look out for the weird alien slime jellyfish things’ I would not have gone for a swim.
Oh well, if you couldn’t be bothered to warn me then it’s all on you when I start shoving my tentacles inside you …
2022 Oct-Dec
Emily Suiting up
It’s a one piece catsuit with a belt over another one piece catsuit.
Layers.
Letter to the editor
Dear sir,
It has come to a fine pass when a gentleman cannot go about his daily constitutional without literally stumbling over nubile wenches being devoured by these so-called tights monsters.
They’re a damnable hazard to health, why if I tripped over one of these helplessly writhing damsels a gent of my advanced years would do himself a terrible injury!
This very morning I was forced to step into the road to avoid a comely lass sprawled right across the pavement, orgasming loudly, and was almost run down by one of those new fangled electricimacated contraptions.
Something must be done!Yours huffily
Brigadier Archibald Plante-Potte (retired)
Another hapless young lady suffering the terrible fate of being shared between two monsters
You need to get Baned, then every day is rubber day.
so many layers, isolating you from the outside world. no sight no sound, no speech ….
disconnect
nothing existed except the layers upon layers upon layers of her tight stretchy prison …….
disonnect
In a case of art imitating life 😀
every orifice plugged with rubber so she didn’t leak, tightly encased in layers of latex & nylon, she was in heaven. but she wanted … she needed … more how many more layers could she slither herself into before she got stuck …. trapped in her own blissful prison until her partner returned home …..
Being married to a nylon erotivore is hard work, daily yoga is essential.
“Drone is picking up movement, ma’am … oh hey who are these guys?” “From the kit they dropped, looks like a TechDome team. Must have been trying to acquire samples.” “Stupid thing to do. Oh well at least the Mistform is having fun.” “She is indeed, hmm now what is she … oh gosh. Well, wow ..is she doing what I think she’s doing?” “Thermal imaging shows something being left in their bodies ma’am .. so yes I believe she is.” “Well unsafe sex usually does lead to unwanted pregnancy.” “Oh my god Lucy! laughter” “That’s Captain Lucy, thank you very much. Awww look she’s wrapping them up tight into little compact human egg sacs. See if you can get one of the bigger tracked drones close enough to grab an egg sac.” “Umm if you’re sure Captain….” “Try for the one that used to be a really scrawny guy, on the left at the edge of the grouping. She might let us take the runt of the litter.”
“Welcome to the House of Pain, Mistress Stella awaits your total obedience and adoration.”
Inspired by the drop dead gorgeous
Mel
falseMelanie had been a high-energy physics researcher before leaving to start a family. Twenty years later with her daughters grown up & moved out she had returned to full-time work, the skills motherhood had equipped her with rapidly bumping her up to admin level.
Her ability to browbeat even the most fractious scientist into doing what they were told without raising her voice was regarded as a superpower by her colleagues.
Which meant she was in the lab when the Incident occurred and the entire lab vanished. When it snapped back into existence 72 hours later, encrusted in thick black slime & missing the entire basement complex, she was one of the nine cocooned women found in the upper floors.
The only one still completely sane when they emerged from the cocoons 48 hours after that.
Take a slow, deep breath, let the sentient living latex invade every part of your being and bend you to its will.
Embrace your new life as the sweet squishy filling in a living latex symbiote.
Maybe not, but some of the stories seems to have drone like hemlets?
> Rubbermatt has a ton, I’m sure
> You might think that, I couldn’t possibly comment.
A sleek, faceless doll scythes through the crowded plaza with effortless grace.
Her every sense, her every movement, exquisitely controlled by the all pervasive AI.
The bystanders staring at her glossy perfection wouldn’t even begin to imagine the delicious erotic torment she endured with every moment ….
At first it was just the really pretty estate agent you often saw about, she seemed to have acquired a silky second-skin suit & appeared happy to wear it everywhere …..
Literally everywhere, in places you had never seen her around before ..
Passing a photoshoot you saw the model sported the same style silky second skin.
When you see it on campus, and up close you can clearly see it is completely seamless …
Even members of the faculty are ensheathed ….. yeah this place has just a little bit of a Tights Monster infestation. Might be a good idea to head out of town.
Not the blind date you were expecting
First of the Crimbo decorations is up ….
“Mistform sighte …. nevermind.”
“Uh what do you mean, nevermind?”
“Stand down, it’s her.”
“What do you me … ohhhhh, her.”
“Yes.”
“.. with all the TechDome guys.”
“Yes!”
“We’ll go back to playing tiddlywinks, then.”
Every which way you turn there are cute nylon skinned babes.
Watching you with hungry eyes.
Getting out of a town over-run by Tights Monsters may not be as easy as you’d hoped …..
She will wash, cook and clean, she will darn your socks and iron your shirts. She will make sure you eat healthy & get proper exercise.
She will clean you out with forced enemas, then peg you until you can’t see straight. She’ll hold your hand in public, but only she knows about the collar & belt locked under your clothes.
She will spank you until you’re sobbing into your gag, then cuddle you afterwards.
Her dommy mommy level is over 9000, and you belong to her, heart, body, mind and soul.
Breakfast is ready, you’d better eat all of it ….
Working for the company that makes the drone suits, she succumbs to the allure of them. As so many do. But her skill set & expertise are deemed too important to lose, so she gets a modified version. Engulfed & penetrated by sentient living latex, her mind subjugated by her own loving dominant smart controller, but she doesn’t undergo the full drone conversion. Previously she was switch, now her every sub desire is fulfilled by her living rubber prison, her interaction with others becomes exclusively domme, influenced by her own domination it moulds her into a sweet, loving but uncompromising dommy mommy.
“Skill issue” she mutters as you struggle for air between her latex clad thighs.
“The beatings will continue until breath control improves. Get good honey.”
Just a normal loving couple with a kinky love life.
Until the pandemic, & lockdown had them working from home.
Not having to commute saved a surprising amount of money & time.
At first they enjoyed the luxury of time together, getting kinkier as they fully explored their fetishes.
Then Lise started thinking long term, would their employers survive this? She started taking her gaming hobby a lot more seriously, and economised ruthlessly. Within a month she had cut the utility bill in half & food bill by 2/3rds.
“Sweetheart, you’re selling your designer outfits?”
“Yeah babe, honestly, how many have I even worn?”
“Uhhh …”
“Exactly, I’m selling the lot, spending the money on custom latex”
“Let me just help you with packaging this.”
Soon she had a regular reaction stream & gaming stream. They also started a kink stream on a private server, just wearing some gear & discussing kink, then streaming some of their sessions. Nothing explicit, Lise insisted on keeping that just for themselves.
They repaired the busted luxury gamer chair, with some curious modifications.
“Ummm, why is there a hole here?”
“Well once we’ve removed the broken panels & useless sound system, add these supports & new panels there’s a large cavity under the main seat.”
“I, yes, but why…”
“I took measurements & a tightly bound Jamie will fit snugly in that cavity with his face neatly slotted into this hole in the rear panel of the seat. Which is right where I park my butt when using this chair.
I make money gaming & domme my beloved sub at the same time.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too. Oh … about the chastity thing … I know I’ve been a bit cool on the whole thing, but I’m going to be working two full time jobs ..”
“Baby I would neve ..”
laughs “No babe, I’m worried about you sneaking off for a crafty wank. So I’ve ordered that cage you lust over. From now on you are locked when I’m working.”“Oh! There’s some dirt on my shoe. Lick it clean slave”
The kink stream was earning serious money now.
So, uh, due to your particular dietary requirements … I .. umm .. I have been added to the menu.
Is there any, umm, specific way you would like me gulp served?"
Agent Adams in anomaly combat suit. (my interpretation, I know, but the description is pretty specific.)
Inspired by the faceless ’living’ rubber personal prisons from the story Eudeamon.