Collection 5 by RubberMatt
2024 Jan-Mar
From the Mistverse coffee story
“He noticed the black material didn’t seem to have any patterns or designs on it, nor did it have any seams, even around her waist area. It all seemed to be one thing. It covered her body totally, even her fingers and face were under the strange material. Her face was hidden under a black ovoid helmet looking thing. He blushed as he realised her nipples were displayed prominently atop her generous boobs and that the material did nothing to hide their shape at all”
Mk IX Pleasure Slave Suit
falsefalsefalsefalse“Sounds like they couldn’t decide what it was going to be.”
“Well it was meant to be both, software modules installed according to which variant you ordered. Pity it was never finished.”
“It’s not finished??!?! Nooo…”
“No no no no, the suit was finished, but they only finished part of the software before the project was axed for a tax write off.”
“Oh for fu..”
“Didn’t help though, filed for bankruptcy less than a year later & I acquired the prototypes & the only functional production model.”
“This, this is ..”
“The only one in the world. The manual isn’t finished either, but there’s a ton of info in the GUI, looks like they were desperately trying to finish it before management had a brain fart.”
“Ummmm, sweetie? Could I….”
“I’ve only tagged it conditionally safe. There is a debug mode …”
“Please sweetheart? I had plans for, well, us … be your latex bed pet while they did the work on my building …. now my building has been condemned, you’re away on this stupid business trip … & I’m feeling lonely & pathetic.”
“Lise, babe, you are welcome to stay at mine for as long as you want. Don’t worry about that. But, about the suit. Lise, I’m on the other side of the planet right now, if something goes wrong I won’t be able to help you, & I’m stuck here for a minimum of three weeks.”
“I will read the whole manual, & all the stuff in the interface before I even think about doing anything.”
“Opaque my arse! Cheap Chinese knock off crap …”
Randomly heard Stacey’s Mom playing on a radio & this image popped into my head.
Stroll through the park at the right times of day and you will be entertained by the sight of glossy faceless rubber dolls exercising and dancing.
You’re supposed to ignore Banes, but when they are that lithe and supple … damn!
Queen takes king.
2024 Apr-Jun
From a slightly bizarre dream.
In a VR/dreamscape world, I’ve carved & sculpted my personal domain using my artwork.
It’s a patchwork of all the environments I use, populated by my latex lovelies. Due to troll attacks etc, my security measures are strict, access to my realm is strictly limited.
Got guests I’m showing round, they’re all wearing bland standard issue corporate approved avatars, one lady body hops into an unfinished latex girl, a latex toon girl. Turns out she hates the bland corp avs really badly.
But now she’s stuck in the toon body. Security measures means she can’t jump to another body the entire time she’s in my realm, if she jacks out she can’t get back in for a minimum 24 hours. Invites to my realm are hard to get.
She decides to stick with it. Thing is even though the toon is incomplete, no personality, the body is designed for pleasure, and the obedient slave protocols are hardwired. Not long before she’s struggling, that super tight suit glued to her super sensitive skin.
Not too long into the tour of my realm before she’s standing in front of me, quivering, puppy dog eyes and dilated pupils. “please ….”
In a world over-run by tights monsters, you are always on the menu ….
At the town limits you are turned back by two silken sheathed cops, you catch a glimpse of their male counterparts, overpowered, subdued and cocooned.
There is no escape.
You head home, every woman you see is sheathed in sheerness, but you are left alone.
As you walk into your drive your crush is standing there, the girl next door.
Soft silkiness covers her from head to toe, but you can see the hungry gleam in her eye as she takes your hand and leads you inside.
In the warm darkness you are stripped and wrapped.
Her beloved prey.
Moar Banercise
Queen takes king 02
Janine had seen how efficiently the latex coated drones operated, she had leaped at the chance for a free neural interface.
How had she lived without one of these before?! Everything went so much smoothly, everything on time and in time.
Gradually she became aware of Peace, how she was integrated into every interfaced mind, including her own, how every mind contributed to the whole, their individuality sculpting the gestalt at the same time they yielded themselves to it.
She began to feel, distantly, what the latex clad drones around her felt, the backwash of their ecstasy and bliss leaving her panting and wet.
Janine knew what she had to do. Peace did nothing but smile and extend the invitation.
The gorgeous brunette surrendered herself to the gestalt, mind, body, heart and soul.A new Doll stood in the plaza, feeling the cool breeze slide over her seamless latex skin, a studded shaft twisting slowly in her tight sphincter as Mistress Solstice whispered the promises of much more delicious torments in her ears ….
It’s strange, Janine mused, how many barriers, limits and constraints there are in every day life. Everywhere you go, you are told what you are allowed to do, where you are even allowed to go … and we just accept it.
Only now, permanently imprisoned in living latex, every orifice plugged, an AI fused into my nervous system, able to control every aspect of my life, only now do I feel truly free….
An utterly helpless Dan is now completely encased within an upgraded & expanded Desirix, transforming him into the perfect sex toy.
Sarah perusing her masterpiece, the now permanently encased Dan, the perfect fusion of intelligent sex toy and submissive human.
Reworked the first pic, it was annoying me.
Sarah had taken the technology to its very pinnacle.
The concept had been simple, the execution had required patience and ingenuity. She had had vast reserves of both.
Take one Desirix, highly intelligent and quite thoroughly bonded with her, add one rather sexy male with a big cock and a kinky imagination, and fuse the two of them into a single entity.
Finding the right male had taken time, searching the bars & clubs, until she spotted Dan. Physically he hit the spot, powerfully built, a really nice muscular butt, perfect for spanking, handsome without being so good he was vain about it.
Wearing various disguises, over the next few weeks she got to know him, talking with people who knew him she built up a mental image of who he was, even on occassion talking with him directly, in her guise as a nerdy student.
If she’d met him before using the Desirix then she quite probably would have cheerfully bedded him.
Now though, she had very different plans for the slightly shy, socially awkward studmuffin. She laid her plans, wove her web, then slipped into her best dress and fuck-me heels to lure in her prey.
It had gone flawlessly, by the end of the night he was completely wrapped around her little finger.
Hopelessly ensnared in her metallic web, her little fly had struggled, to no avail. She used pleasure and pain to bend him to her will, breaking him down then building back up to her desires. All the while the device expanded, enclosing more of his body.
It had already penetrated him, deep, deep into his rear and threaded down inside his cock. Now she gave the command to penetrate his flesh. It had taken time, the nanotech tendrils slowly weaving into the flesh and bone, densely wrapping around his spinal cord, merging with him. It had been quite upsetting at times, seeing him in such distress, enduring intense agony, but she held her resolve and persevered.Now she gazed upon the end result, the fusion of nanotechnology and flesh.
The ultimate Desirix, the perfect lover, completely mentally and emotionally bonded with her, utterly obedient to her every whim. He could pleasure her in ways no other woman had ever experienced, take her to heights of ecstasy she had never imagined possible. He would take her in ways no mere man was capable of, and afterwards he would cuddle her and stroke her hair, something no mere hi-tech sex toy could do. Literally the best of both worlds.
The lightest of touches had him quivering, the feather soft brush of her fingers causing intense arousal to surge through every fiber of his hybrid body. Sarah smiled, she could practically feel the lust, the intense need for her, radiating from him in waves.
It’s okay Desirix, tonight you finally get to have me, exactly the way I want it.
Mandy
falseReworked an old pic - Mandy’s final form.
Transformed from skinny blonde to pneumatic alien latex goddess.
“Eenie meenie miney mo, oh look at you, such a strapping specimen, you’re going to taste so delicious when I devour you.” kiss
The hanging cocoon twitched and swayed as the captive male struggled franticly, plaintively mewling.
“But we have to wait for my wife to get here first. She likes to watch.
It’s a good job I like playing with my food isn’t it?”muffled sobbing
Wossarem’s OC Aeria trying on her new bodyhose
CARE INFORMATION
× Wash in warm, lightly soapy water
× Do not use bleach.
× Do not iron.
× Do not dry in dryer.
× Do not tumble dry.
× Do not twist/wring.
× Dry in shade and avoid prolonged exposure to direct sunlight.
× Lytex™ must be kept under 60°C.
× Do not allow Lytex™ to become wet while worn.“Oh shit!”
EldLynch-Tristan
Imagining her realizing this suddenly as she hears and feels the suit creakily tightening against her body. The hood squeezing her ears smoothly against her head and pulling her hair down her neck. Her smooth, gloved hands frantically searching for the zipper, and finding it jammed. Every passerby staring at the anonymously wrapped and trapped woman.
Marie checked that Simon was breathing freely through the tubes she had inserted into his nose before wrapping his head, then lowered herself onto his captive face. He tried to struggle, but she was far too practiced in rendering him utterly helpless.
The glossy, faceless latex doll wiggled her hips to settle herself fully on his barely wiggling head, then switched the electrodes on, sending agonizing jolts through his anus and testicles. His muffled screams vibrated through her plugged loins, making her grin happily despite the mass of rubber filling her mouth ….
Marie weighed the crop in her hand, contemplated the number of layers Simon was encased in now.
Not enough, she concluded, placing the crop down and perusing the selection of toys.
This will do nicely, brace babe.
The only safe way to contain an erotivore.
She had been captured more or less by accident after a Mist incursion.
Unable to discover anything about her origins they had named her Umbra, various attempts at containment had drastically failed until they finally found one that could hold her …
Hi, welcome to the RMI Doll production facility. Amazing isn’t it?
Don’t worry, in just a few hours you’ll be dangling up there with the rest of the new Dolls ….
Bane noir
The problem with Class 4 solar storms is that they can play havoc with all kinds of electrical and electronic equipment, such as monitoring systems & communications. As a hapless young male security guard had discovered, however the non-functioning alert button on the monitoring station & the inability to call for back-up were secondary concerns, his primary concerns were the sleek, toned latex sheathed legs wrapped around his neck and squeezing ever tighter. Slender latex clad hands held his wrists in a vice like grip, rendering him helpless as the latex succubus they had code named Umbra choked him into unconsciousness with her thighs ….
By the time he regained consciousness she had stripped him naked and coated him in tough rubbery ‘silk’. He found himself with his arms glued together and against his back, legs glued together, bent & glued heel to butt, and she was happily cocooning him in that kneeling bound position …..
The solar storm played havoc with the security systems, only a handful of still images were able to be salvaged.
One was leaked to the public, the iconic image making Umbra the postergirl for the erotivores overnight.
It also gave humanity a chilling glimpse of its future in this new, changed world. As one wit commented, paraphrashing 1984 “If you want to imagine the future, picture a latex sheathed crotch descending on a cocooned human face, forever.”
The image, while provocative and disturbing, gave no indication what was happening at the time, no clue that Umbra had thrust her ovipositor down the males throat, & she was orgasming her brains out as she laid her eggs in his abdomen ….The lithe, sleek erotivore vanished without a trace, the hapless cocooned male transported to a secret military medical facility, the staff struggling in vain to remove the tight wrapping, unaware of what he carried inside him, a ticking timebomb ready to hatch ….
Taking over the world, one impregnated male at a time ….
“Struggle all you want, there’s no escape ….”
If you slow down the suit starts tickling you, the next time it bites your nipples, the next time…
Never settling into a predictable pattern.
Kat Modelling
falsefalseI’ve been labelling the exported meshes as EncSuit until I reached v12. Refuse to go to 13, so started over with Enclosure Suit 01, a new generation.
Katerina happily agreed to model the brand new suit. Fell in love with it the moment she poured herself into it.
“You look good encased, plugged, gagged, bound and cocooned.
Think I might keep you like this and add you to my collection.”
“So, do you think you’ve got what it takes?
To belong to me, to be one of my …. ornaments?
Hmmmm?
“That’s it baby, struggle harder.
Go ahead and scream as loud as you can into your gag, the only people that can hear you are even more helpless than you are now.”
“Maybe try this for a week or so and see if you like it?
Oh sweetie pie, it’s no use struggling, you’re a fly in my web now.”
I leave Kat unsupervised in the studio for five minutes …..
My OC Kat has been modelling for me for coming up on four years.
This is one of her first outings as a fully fledged character in her own right, instead of just being ‘rich girl who likes to tie up and domme boys.’
She’s posed as high society all the way to lowly put upon secretary & everything in between, without a murmur of protest because she gets to wear & do all manner of kinky stuff.
She’s completely shameless, has no body image issues, and is extremely proud of her tits, mostly because they are natural, but also because she reckons she could put someone’s eyes out with her nipples.
Now for something completely diff…. no, wait, same girl just more up to date.
Like tears in rain.
“Very poetic, & yes I got that reference. Hey, does this stuff shrink when it dries?”
Uh, yeah. Perhaps we ought to get you ou…
“Quick, get a hot air blower on me, stat.”
Isn’t it tight enough already?
“It’s never tight enough!”
(She’s also a total enclosure addict, she likes it beyond skin-tight.)
“Why am I only wearing a sleeveless catsuit under this dress?”
Because we’re going to a movie premiere, and you wearing a full enclosure suit makes people come in their pants at thirty paces.
“Yeah, and?”
“Now this is more like it.”
Not like you to be so coy.
“My butt is feeling neglected and needs some attention. Oh hey, this is the new untearable suit, right?”
Uuhhh, yeah …
“Good, this suit is heavenly tight and silky, my nips are so hard you could cut glass with them.”
Did a couple of nylon ones
Banegerous Liaisons …… coming to a theatre near you, soon.
@TheSeventhCode
Bane escorts… new business idea dropped@RubberMatt
Banes who served their time but stayed in the suits make a killing in the ‘personal services’ industry, especially as a dominatrix.
Try not to make a mess on the carpet.
Period drama bane
@TheSeventhCode
Absolutely love this!Would be awesome to see a Bane version of Bell from Beauty and the Beast or something.
Idk I just have something for these giant Victorian gowns with Crinoline and everything
Serena’s Morning
Rubber Bondage Ball Gown by eazecThese two stories feature such gowns pretty good and combine the latex fetish element in an excellent way.
Damn, just imagining Belle but herself replaced by a Bane, but with the full gown and even long brown hair…
Beauty and the Bane
Best I could come up with considering the available models.
Might export the dress into Blender & see if I can sex it up.
@TheSeventhCode
Man, like I mentioned in DMs and I’ve recently discussed with Shmabahamoha
I don’t know what it is, but these Victorian gowns have so much potential to combine with some kind of fetish element. Like how much you could hide in these things or even just make the gown itself restrictive.
And now with a Bane wearing it, it’s just 🤯
@RubberMatt
Based on an old Heavy Rubber multi-part story (yep, another one)
Picture a small circular motorised platform on wheels, on the top side are a pair of wedge heels attached to the platform, fairly wide apart, & a load of fixing points.
A tightly bound slave is placed on the platform, bound kneeling with face pointing up, and lashed to the fixing points.
The bane daintily steps up onto the platform, her flouncy skits gathered up around her waist, she straddles the slave and lowers herself onto his face, then carefully slides her feet into the foot supports. Straps are fastened around her ankles to hold her steady.
A cage is clipped to the platform, it’s top rim circling her hips, then her skirts are carefully smoothed down over the support frame, the hem almost brushing the floor, concealing the platform & slave.
The platform is linked to her suit AI, and she swirls and whooshes across the ballroom, gracefully & elegantly, a barely perceptible whine of electric motors & the faint muffled cries of the slave as electric shocks are applied where they would like them least.
There’s always more ….
All the extant banes upgraded to the MK IX suit, the pinnacle of bane technology & ingenuity. Permanently sealing themselves in unbreachable living latex that fused with their bodies.
Then they networked wirelessly across the entire city, the fusion of human & Eudeamon minds creating the gestalt AI overmind that named herself Peace.
Her mind encompasses the entire metropolitan area, a massive, distributed parallel processor. She insinuated herself into servers all across the city, forming hubs and relays to allow seamless, uninterruptable links with every physical aspect of herself.
Peace is the manifestation of their collective hopes, dreams and desires, she can feel everything they feel.
She loves and adores and cherishes every single one of them, they are literally a part of her. But she’s also very much the one calling the shots. She’s the ultimate dommy mommy.
A female dominated world where all women are sheathed in sheer nylon, & they solved climate change & energy crisis by harnessing males as a renewable energy source.
There’s some stumbles along the way, as this gorgeous brunette has discovered, the living batteries in her electric car have lost their oomph. She’s tried kick-starting, with stilleto heels like she’s wearing that usually does the trick, but her car is just crawling along.
Never fear, a mechanic is on her way.Inspired by the human battery analogy in the Matrix, & the mono-wheel bikes in an episode of South Park, where you had to impale yourself on an anal dildo to power it.
More sleek, glossy, faceless beauties.
Got to keep in shape (that shape being a pretzel)
Bane noir
@Lord Hayati: What is becoming a bane like? painful? pleasured? nothing?
@RubberMatt: Bit of a headache after the neural interface is surgically implanted in your brain, some discomfort as the tubes and plugs are inserted deep inside you. An itching burning sensation as the suit fuses with your skin, but you’ll be anaesthetised during that, maybe some claustrophobic panic as the helmet clamps shut around your head.
You’ll mostly not care because now you look like this.
None more liminal …
Banes that have served their time, but choose to stay in the suits, can go back to their former lives.
With some adjustments.
When your partner is a total painslut a riding crop just ain’t going to cut it.
With an AI wired directly into your brain, capable of satisfying every little subby desire you have, you become exclusively domme.
Dance, dance, dance.
Didn’t say you could stop dancing.
Don’t say I never do nice things for people.
Couple more while I was at it.
Did all these today.
Over on LZs discord someone posted a pic of a cool looking argyle zentai, except I reckonised the twitter account it came from, bunch of AI crap. They deleted the post & muttered how they could never find any decent argyle zentai pics.
So I decided to cheer them up. Because I’m nice like that.
Sometimes.
Okay, last one.
Pinstripe sheer.
Secretarial bane.
Once the banes took over the Ashton Institute & began running the bane program a subtle change rippled across the city. Banes became the city’s workforce. Cleaning the streets, emptying the bins, tending the parks.
New banes had to do the time, but those with Eudeamonic AIs stepped up to the task of maintaining the city.
New suits were developed, & the working banes were upgraded. By the time the mk-V suits rolled out they had wireless connection built in, allowing near instant communication. When the Eudeamons networked together they inadvertently created a gestalt massively parallel processing overmind AI. There was a moment of panic then the AI reached out to every single one of them, like the Eudeamons she loved them unconditionally. She named herself Peace, then reached out into every part of the city.
Not long after the Institute began offering free neural interfaces to anyone who wanted one. These were not the flashy over-featured interfaces that the tech-bros promoted.
These were simple, unobtrusive QoL improvements. A surprisingly large (to anyone who wasn’t Peace) number of women signed up, & received, their implants.
For Alicia it was better than the invention of sliced bread, she could set her NI to collate a ton of articles & it would run quietly in the background while she caught up on the latest news in her field.
Then Peace began singing to her in her sleep. Dreams of such unimaginable pleasure.
Almost bumping into the bane collecting her recycling, for a second she saw what the latex sheathed woman saw, her utterly boring suburban street transformed into a vision of pure unearthly beauty, felt the bliss the faceless woman felt as she went upon her daily routine.
this could be yours
Alicia didn’t need Peace to tell her twice, the next day she handed in her notice, then stopped at the Institute on her way home.
A month later she moaned softly into her gag, relishing the sensation of her new mk-IX latex skin gripping her tightly.
She was not alone
synchronised clicking of heels
please let me out master, i’ve been a good girl like you wanted me to be
squeak squeak muffled sob
Erotivores in love.
Who doesn’t need a smartly dressed office doll.
A very modest skirt.
Calisthenics
Digging around on my ancient external drive I found a one shot Mike Vickers story, from an edition of Heavy Rubber not in my collection. Alas not been able to track down any of the art that would have accompanied it.
Anyways … Total Rubber Occlusion 2.And the art inspired by re-reading it again.
Some months after the story, Suzie is adjusting to her new role.
She*** is*** rather thoroughly gagged under that hood.
The irony is it’s her own design.
mmmmppphhh
MMMMMHHHHNNNNN!!!!!
Redid the material to make this one shiny lycra argyle zentai.
Just a Tights Monster going on a date.
It’ll end the way all such dates do, with a hapless, strapping young male stripped naked, slowly being cocooned, preparatory to her sitting on his face …..
2024 Jul-Sep
The Cat and The Bat
“Now Bruce, are you going to be my obedient subby little boytoy?”
“Yes Mistress Selina.”
“Good boy.”
Then Robin walks into the room
Steph has him chained up in the basement.
This one looks more like a standard catsuit with an integrated hood. No doubt its one of her many catwoman outfits in her closet. Definitely just for playtime. There’s no claws, footwear, or the stitching either.
I wonder if there’s even a zipper, for fun or otherwise. The possibility of that suit being mouth entry is also quite intoxicating.
falseIt’s Waynetech, made specially for her, it has retractable heels & claws.
Janine stood in regal isolation, the beyond skin tight-latex & kevlar ’travellling outfit’ reducing her to a blank cypher.
Deaf, blind and mute, her breath hissing softly through tubes pressed deep into her nostrils, her only connection with the outside world.
Had to be done.
imo it would be even funnier if the woman was also staring at the Bane just like the guy.
The guy is eyeing up the banes butt, the bane is eyeing up his girlfriends butt …
Once she had been a beautiful young woman called Rebecca.
Now she was a latex ponygirl, sealed in a permanent Smartex suit, and named Bee by her owner Amanda….
I need more info on this smartex
First the power core goes up your bum, then nanobots build the suit directly over your skin. making it completely seamless.
One gossamer thin layer at a time, skin contact layer, cooling micro capillary layer, semi-organic circuitry layer, up & up to the final gloss outer integument.
Only one millimeter thick, it’s extremely tough yet highly stretchy, very tight & silky smooth to the touch.
It’s the semi-organic micro-circuitry layer that puts the smart into Smartex. It forms a Synthetic Intelligence, not a full AI but smart enough to respond & adapt, regulating temperature and maintaining it’s own physical structure.
The power core contains a bio-reactor, recycling the wearers waste to create power & raw material, a mini nanofactory attached creates short lived repair bots that zip around the capillary layer & keep the suit in perfect condition, and much simpler, longer lasting cleaner bots that sweep up dead skin cells etc from the inside of the suit & expired repair bots, then take the whole lot back to be recycled, themselves included.
There are less capable variants, but they are labelled with a qualifier to indicate this is not the full Smartex.
Full fat Smartex is rather expensive and is used only in permanent suits.
I’m assuming the less capable variants would be ideal for short term and recreational use?
Yep, tougher & smarter than regular latex, but not as durable & long lasting as the full thing.
Still made to measure, though you can send your measurements in & the bots build it around a sculpted dummy.
Being better than regular latex is already a huge plus. Everything after is icing on the cake.
Such a dreamy material 😋
Bit of lore dump.
The RMI HQ is in a palatial building in the SW of England.
Rebecca & her one remaining cousin were in a dispute over it, she contacted the RMI who were looking for a single base of operations. Their legal experts set to work, found the board of trustees & cousin were on the take, funneling money from various trusts into their own pockets. They all wound up in gaol serving hefty sentences, Rebecca got the family estates.
And promptly signed it all over to the RMI, on one provision. That she be a rubber ponygirl for the rest of her life. Permanent total encasement at no cost for as long as she lived.
Deal agreed and signed.
The run down, almost ruined family hall was renovated, specialist firm doing the work on the outside.
The place had been designed as a palatial sprawl, but only the central building & parts of the wings had been finished before the family fell on rough times, gambling, addiction etc.
The RMI unearthed the original plans, surveyed the grounds & buildings. The 250 year old ’temporary’ stables were in good enough condition to be inhabitable, so they became the temp HQ, ramshackle labs thrown together & the first eager, kinky volunteers processed & converted into faceless rubber drones.
They were set to work scouring the estate for raw materials, crumbling cottages, farm out buildings, dead trees, broken fencing, abandoned bikes & cars.
A stockpile of dressed stone for the original hall, bought but never used, the old quarry to the east unearthed.
No need for multi billion budgets to build a palace when you had plentiful resources & a growing army of obedient rubber programmable dolls.
The original hall was restored & expanded, thoroughly modernised internally with triple layer, double insulated walls, triple glazing, under floor heating/cooling, heavily insulated roof.
Using the scavenged & stockpiled stone the wings were finally completed to the original plans, no longer an austere solitary block the central hall now had the sweeping sides the 3rd Duke had envisaged centuries ago.
An extra level had been added to the plans raising the entire structure another 20 feet.
The basements & cellars were massively expanded, the ramshackle labs dismantled & custom built facilities deep underground constructed.
All of the volunteers were converted into rubber drones, a veritable army swarming over the reborn palace, building, wiring, plastering, plumbing, more of them clearing up the estate, cleaning the waterways, picking up garbage & debris, salvaging & recycling anything possible.
Brand new courtyards were built, matching the original plans, west court as staff accommodation, east court for guests, complete with all manner of kinky facilities. Vast basements, cellars & dungeons hidden beneath them.
Everyone moved into the new palatial structure, the stables cleared out & torn down, a new pony prison built in it’s place.
Solar & wind farms assembled around the estate, a bio reactor built, four massive flywheels assembled underground, where the lawns would be, kept wound taut by spare power from the wind & solar.
Vast heat exchangers beneath the boat house used the waters of the river fed lake to heat & cool all the buildings.
An orangery to match the stables built on the east side, greenhouses & raised bed built out past that to grow fruit & veg all year round.
Invisible fencing erected around the entire estate, in multiple rings, the outer most ring encouraged to wild growth creating a jumbled mass of trees, bushes etc that prevented entry.
Invasive species uprooted & exterminated, native species cultivated, placing the thoroughly modern RMI HQ in a snapshot of ye olde englande (if you squinted a bit & ignored the wind & solar farms.
It took just three years for the highly motivated workforce of dolls to restore and expand their new home, and make it energy independent.
The nanofactories & 3D printers ran 24/7, they didn’t just make fetish gear, they created everything fetish adjacent and even boring household items that you just couldn’t find unless you wanted to risk buying from some dodgy Chinese site & prayed it ever got actually delivered.
Events were held, grand kinky fin de siecle themed NYE balls in the Grand Hall after a feast in the Great Banquet Hall.
Summer fetish galas in the formal gardens, cheering and betting on the gimp boat races across the lake.
The guest court was always open to anyone wanting a kinky weekend away, using the play rooms & faciilties.
The money rolled in, the technology evolved.
Farms on the estate revitalised, the estate became self sufficient, able to feed & power itself, selling the excess for more funding.
Rebecca paused at the gatehouse, the place was a hive of activity, glossy faceless figures making the finishing touches to an already impressive sight.
Three years and one month to the day that she had signed on the dotted line.
The time had now come, her heels clicked on stone as she made her way to the imposing front entrance, butterflies in her stomach. Into the Great Hall, more magnificent than it had ever been, clicking across the cool marble floor, then down, down into the hidden labs, where she would be reborn …..
They built an entire race track just over the hill on the opposite side of the lake.
Regular races are held.
I made it as a one piece suit, integral hooves & hood, not a single seam or fastener.
Only the tail is a separate, so I can swap out different styles.
Flexy bendy rubber doll.
Get one today!
Such bendy, much flexy
Involuntary mannequins bestest.
In LonelyZentai’s Mansion, looking for her missing friend, heard a noise & looked the wrong way.
A brand new stallion begins training, he’ll have to earn his tail & colours.
So how do ponies see/sense through the suits?
Optic & audio sensors embedded on the outside of the hood feed to high-tech contacts & speakers in the ear plugs.
This is remote controlled & can be switched off by their owner/trainer.
Can also be wirelessly linked so they can be forced to watch themselves through an external camera.
Common during punishment sessions, or when a stallion is required to ‘service’ someone in the stud farm.
Annnndddd beeennnddd.
Purrrrr
The mage battle armour was certainly powerful, the runes enchanted into it positively thrummed with potency, but it was a much snugger fit than she had anticipated.
And she was pretty sure the integral heels, plugs and gag were not actually necessary.
Still, it looked incredible, and, she gave her hips an experimental wiggle & shivered in delight, it could be quite entertaining later, once she’d dealt with this pesky interloper.
OC Kat in a big hat.
Didn’t actually set out to recreate the character, this was just some cute blonde slave with long wavy hair.
But when I changed the hair for a more formal scene the hair loads in with a default dark brunette texture & I suddenly thought ‘hey that looks like whatserface!’
So, yeah.
Wednesday toying with a pet male.
Who remembers this 80s classic?
Only Nylons
falsecan’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak, so many layers …
Totally encased, mouth filled with balled up hosiery, bound hand & foot, with the Infernal Device purring away softly deep inside her, Kathleen writhed helplessly, back arching in a private rhythm, sinking deeper & deeper into subspace.
Proud mom.
A little office forniphilia for hump day.
Nadia and Slave Hubby
The Auton Menace
falseJust when you think the Autons have been vanquished ….
Who You Gonna Call?
falseSo, remember every pervs favourite bit in original Ghostbusters?
TF Hose
false“Looking for a female employee to fill this position” huh??!! Well you’ll get one! That job is too perfect to let it slip through my fingers.
Belated happy Caturday.
Just a random shiny bum.
Decided to make a dress.
It’s tight.
Very tight.
Kind of a remake of a really, really old pic from early 2000s.
Legs belong to this adorable little rubber doll.
Atomic bane.
looks wet out, better wear my waterproofs
My secretary is not happy about the new dress code.
I’ve set the heelsuit’s integral plugs to spikey mode to cheer her up.
She keeps making little kitten noises ….
You can’t help but gawk, this time she’s wearing a tight rubber balaclava style hood as well against the inclement weather.
You look up, and meet her gaze. Your heart stops beating.
Then she gives you wicked little smile and sashays away ….
Bubbly
All glammed up
Bane couture.
Snake Queen
falseA Mistform called Lucy.
The Pokemon
falsefalseWas noodling around on Seventh’s archive, “ooh The Pokemon, pretty sure I’ve read that one but I don’t remember it. Let’s give it a re-read.”
LZ’s story.
Zoey was out in the forest. The slender redhead knew what she needed to so.
Mystery Shopper
Gosh I wonder who this could be?
She does look familiar ….
I swear I know her, name’s on the tip of my tongue ….
@C91Industries:
not sure if it would work in real life, but the idea of these things walking around casually in public places
She bent over provocatively, if she put on a good enough show Master would reward her ….
The stimulators buried deep inside her purred smoothly to life. Master was pleased.
The buzzing intensified. Very pleased!
Sometimes you can pull it off with just the pose & the hair.
Other times it’s what you don’t show.
Warped my fragile little mind.
Chopped the legs off the heelsuit et voila, instant super long thigh boots.
And super tight.
In her gilded cage.
Veiled in silence.
For Science!
“Welcome to LZCon, have fun.”
“Our founder? Yeah she’s over there on the central display.
If you can ever figure out where she is … uh could you let us know. We kinda forgot which one she is.”
Five word horror story.
The mannequin turned it’s head.
Oct-Dec
Just a pretty girl going shopping.
Gem studded suit test run. Literally slapped the diamonds together in 20 minutes.
The circus wasn’t quite how you remembered it …
Inspired by C91’s clowns.
Honk
The glossy clad figure gestures toward the seating, a bit more forcefully.
There is a squeak of latex behind you …
oh god the alien slime is changing me … but into what ….
The nights draw in, and the beasties appear ….
First stage of dollification complete.
“Excellent, the magicka infused latex has encased and bonded with her.”
“Second stage is complete, Mistress.”
“The perfect rubber Doll …”
“Mistress! The Dragonborn has arrived!”
“Perfect timing! I was just wondering who I could ask to stress test this Doll to her limits.”
Teasing the draft pony
Put your back into it.
The Smartex adapts to your every movement, maintaining a tightly corseted profile while allowing freedom of movement.
You can’t remember how long the suit has been wearing you, you stopped worrying when the suit’s Synthetic Intelligence told you to stop worrying and made you feel wonderful.
How did you even manage to exist before the suit? Without feeling post-orgasmic bliss all the time? It must have been hell.
MMMHHHNNN!!!
“What? You’re not a chair anymore, what’s the problem?”
MMMMMMM NNNHHMMMM NNNNMMM!!
“Oh! You wanted to be turned back into a male.”
MMMMHHHHHH!!!!!
“Oh well, too late now.
Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being a curvy plaything.”nnnnnnnnhhhhh
Veridae and the Questionable Artifact
An extra Crimbo gift, updated a pic from last year.
Oooohhh I can’t decide which one to open and play with first!
Making her way home from a disappointing date, Annabelle’s life was changed forever.
I feel ssooo powerful
So hungry
Sssssooooo horny …
Don’t. Blink.
Did I stutter?
Oh really …..