Works by Fimotro

Works by Fimotro

Purple Latex Straitjacket

This time, I proudly present a beautifully bound lady, inspired by a picture featuring Frau Tagtraum. She is locked in a purple latex straitjacket leotard with her arms wrapped around her body, and a pair of transparent purple latex leggings.

Live-in Maid

Jessica was down on her luck. She had just lost her position at Laxtco due to budget cuts, and the job market was very dry due to COVID. She was really desperate for a job, as she couldn’t financially sustain herself in the big city purely on her savings for a long time. Luckily, her friend Carol was able to find a job opening through a friend of a friend.

Jessica scanned the document forwarded by Carol… “5-hour shifts… employee rewards… excellent treatment… huh. This doesn’t sounds half bad”, she thought. “Tah, tah, tah… oh… OH! Live-in… maid!?”.

Jessica was really desperate for a job, but didn’t think she’d stoop down that low and essentially become someone else’s servant. She was the one in charge at her old job, but times change she thought. Without much hesitation, she grabbed her cell to call the number at the bottom of the page. What’s the worsts that could happen, after all, she could just quit in the end… can’t she?

Walking through the mansion doors, Jessica was amazed by the lavishly decorated halls of the advert’s submitter. A pale woman paced swiftly through and greeted Jessica as Maitresse Rouselle. She was intrigued by the lady’s foreign accent, and figured it was an amazing opportunity for her to make some quick cash from some rich foreigners.

Maitresse Rouselle guided Jessica through a number of rooms, leading her to the maid’s quarters, which appeared to be empty, not a single maid in sight. The only thing visible was a lewd, shiny totem in the middle of the room. “Zis is your outfit ven you clean ze ‘ouse”. Jessica was lost for words. In front of her was a suit made of rubber, so thick it could stand on its own. It styled a skimpy maid’s dress, no hands and extremely high heels. “Umm… I’m sorry but there is NO way I’m getting into that, I think I’ve applied for the wrong job”, Jessica protested while rubbing the back of her neck.

“Ah, and I vas so excited to ’ear you applied, all our other maids quit, and ve have nobody to take care of the ‘ouse”. “Yeah, no wonder they quit”, Jessica thought to herself.

“‘Ow aboot zis, I come back vis some refreshments, and you ‘ave a think about it, no? I sink I can change your mind!”, Madame Rouselle said, turning her back on Jessica, leaving her alone with the suit in the empty room.

Jessica felt so uncomfortable. She stared blankly at the room’s walls, trying to avoid looking at that horrible suit. “How dare, she… does she really think I would sacrifice my dignity wearing this… this thing?!” Jessica kept taking small glances at the suit, curious about its shiny nature. She wasn’t really sure what it was made of, and wanted to satisfy her curiosity. She slid her hands across the glossy surface of the suit’s arms, and they effortlessly glided on the slick rubber.

That’s when her nostrills filled with the erotic scent of latex, furthering her curiosity about this suit. Inspecting the back, there was a small seam where the wearer could slip in through, while guiding their limbs into their respective place. However, the seam was too high for her to reach on her own. A stool at the corner of the room was calling for her. “Fuck it, I’ll try this on before she comes back, and she won’t even know… I’ll try and be hard with her and maybe squeeze some money out of her.”

In no time, she took off all of her clothes, placed the stool right behind the suit, and with the grace of an acrobat, lifted her right leg and pushed it through the rear of the suit. With her right leg in the right slot, she lifted her entire body to slide her left leg into place.

Losing her balance, she lost grip on the suit and her body slid right into the crevases of the slippery interior of suit. Jessica let out a moan; two protruding pieces of rubber on the suit’s crotch had impaled her. She had entered the suit, and the suit had entered her.

Jessica looked down in horror, as she wasn’t expecting the suit to hold such a dark secret. She knew that it was a pervy outfit, but not one that would also violate her holes. She began to struggle in the suit, attempting to push herself out but to no avail, the inside of the suit was too slippery for her to even attempt to lift herself up again. Not to mention, the suit was extremely rigid, and her limbs were essentially locked into place now. As she attempted to struggle, the two intruders started to vibrate inside of her, and the strength of their vibrations was dependent on how hard she struggled.

Jessica couldn’t help but struggle even harder to get away from the vibrating phalluses, but didn’t realise that this simply kept her in a haze of pleasure. Blinded by lust, Jessica didn’t notice the clacking of heels in the distance…

“Ah, I see ve ‘ave made ourselves familiar vis ze suit?”, Maitresse Rouselle said. She had changed from her dress into a fishnet bodystocking, and latex gloves and stockings with a matching cincher and panties. In her hands, she held a thick gold-plated posture collar with attached tray, and a ball-gag.

“Please, can you let me out, why does it have DILDOS?!”, Jessica cried, barely being able to put a sentence together.

“My dear, vhy vould I let you out?”, Maitresse Rouselle cackled…

“Time to shut you up, maid”. Despite her protests, Maitresse Rouselle held Jessica’s nose, forcing her to open her mouth to gasp for air. Instantly, the gigantic ball-gag was forced deep into her mouth, being secured and padlocked at the back. Maitresse Rouselle pulled Jessica’s ponytail back, and grunting in pain she bend her neck and head slightly back. She felt her neck tightening and it became harder to breathe, as the collar was fastened around her neck, and the tray was positioned underneath her big rubber breasts.

As the collar was locked around Jessica’s neck, Maitresse Rouselle whispered in her ear “Vell, you know what Maitresse mean, no? It mean MISTRESS, and zat is vat you call me from now my maid. Now, go and serve my guests some drinks!”

With a click of a button and a slap on her buttocks, Jessica was on her way to the main hall. The suit had a mind of its own, and she was just a passenger inside of it. One foot after the other, Jessica hobbled on without control of her own body, each step causing the two plugs to vibrate ever so slightly.

Jessica was touched all over by Maitresse Rouselle’s guests, the suit enhancing the sensation of every person’s touch. Jessica started to lose sense of time, as the only sense she could feel was pleasure. Each guest held a tiny remote which called the maid to serve them, the suit’s legs guiding Jessica to please whoever wanted her services.

After a long night of endless pleasure, Maitresse Rouselle and her maid returned to the maid’s quarters. “My dear maid-slave, you ‘ave done well tonight. I sink your payment is due for your services tonight…” she cackled.

With the touch of her remote, the vibrators in Jessica’s crotch came to life at full power. Instantly, Jessica’s eyes rolled back, and she couldn’t help but smile behind her gag. One after the other, the suit effortlessly milked orgasms out of Jessica, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“Time to meet the rest of your fellow maid-slaves, zey vill surely be jealous of you and your… payment!”

The suit walked Jessica down the hall and into a room labelled “Maid Storage”. Maids on one side of the room were bound in all types of bondage furniture, being “re-educated” for their behaviour, and on the other side were maids on stand-by, ready to head off once Maitresse Rouselle called for their services. A display case stood empty in the middle of the room, and the door automatically swung open when Jessica began to approach it. Jessica assumed her neutral pose in the middle and the door swung shut. Two chains rattled down from the ceiling and magnetically attached to her collar.

Without warning, the two vibrators between her legs came to life made Jessica struggle in her rubber prison. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, as it was impossible for her not to cum her brains out. To her left and right, two other maids stood but didn’t seem to be enjoying themselves all that much. They were being continuously edged and denied, for days and even weeks on end. The suit was able to sense when they were about to climax, and just before they were pushed over the edge, the vibrators stopped and powerful shocks were delivered to their nipples and clit.

Jessica’s moans echoed from inside the display case and into the rest of the room. With the very little flexibility the two maids still had in their neck, they glanced at the newly-acquired maid from the corner of their eye and felt frustrated at the privilege she had. However, they knew that this wouldn’t last for long, and that the new maid-slut would only take their place, standing strictly in attention and being edged forever.

New Year’s Retribution

Scarlet’s New Year’s resolutions were always being set aside within the first month of the new year. However, for 2022 Scarlet was determined that she would try and get into shape so she could wear her favourite dress for her sister’s wedding. The next day, her boyfriend caught her eating ice cream straight from the tub. “Oh come on, it’s my cheat day. I’ll stop eating this crap, I promise”. He wasn’t convinced.

The following week, he told her that he had set up a makeshift gym in their basement. Scarlet looked at the treadmill in front of her in confusion - what were those bars and hook needed for…? Her boyfriend handed her over a catsuit, saying that it will help with sweating and would make her burn more calories. She reluctantly put it on, before he tightly laced a strict corset around her waist. “This is to help with your waistline. Trust me, you’ll thank me later”. A Gwendoline hood followed, with the excuse that it was to prevent her from eating or thinking about food by keeping her mouth shut. He zipped a restricting pair of ballet boots on her for “a more intensive training session”, and finally an armbinder to “help with posture and elegance”.

He tethered her armbinder to a pair of springs on the frame, and held the hook in front of Scarlet’s face. “Now this… this is your motivation.” He unzipped the catsuit and slid the hook in her awaiting pussy, the cold metal sending shivers down her spine. Without warning, the treadmill started running at a slow speed, the hook instantly pulling on the inside of her vagina. Scarlet struggled to find her footing, but began walking steadily ahead.

“4 kph for 2 hours is a good start I think, but I’ll be adding another 0.5 kph and 30 minutes to your training every day, until you get the figure you want babe…”, he chuckled. Scarlet whimpered in her predicament, but deep down she knew this was the only way she’d properly lose weight - she didn’t have the willpower to do it on her own. She didn’t want to look terrible in the wedding photos now, did she?

Fetish Photoshoot

Nina and Scarlet were two college students in desperate need for money - after seeing a modelling opportunity which paid upward of £2000 per session, it was hard for them to think twice before signing the 65-page modelling contract. Little did they know, they had entered a full one-year commitment of being subjected to all types of heavy rubber bondage.

This week’s issue theme - Rubber Asylum: Nymphomaniac patients learn self-control, as to not to touch themselves when wearing latex.

Valentina’s Struggle

Valentina was a test subject for Stardom Correctional’ s new line of prisoner-rated Bitchsuits(TM). The trial was a success - the user’s arms and legs were severely restricted, and the two correctional vibrator/shockers punished and rewarded the prisoner according on her action and obedience. Despite Valentina’s best struggles as she writhed on the floor, the suit was simply impossible to remove. Testing was now moving on to phase two for ̶V̶a̶l̶e̶n̶t̶i̶n̶a̶ Prisoner Slave #3…

Streamer in Distress

Janet, a.k.a. janshine began her stream as always, thanking all her loyal subscribers and asking them to consider donating so she could buy a new gaming setup. She was never really close to her goal, so a determined fan took matters to his own hands and decided to help janshine reach that milestone a bit quicker, knowing that she never pays attention to what is being said in the chat…

The unhinged fan quickly sedated Janet and took off her top, wrapping her arms in a tight purple latex straitjacket. He secured her body and legs to her chair, and added a little toy just above her clit behind her crotchrope. With a few taps on the keyboard, the stream info changed with some interesting donation options. Soon enough, the toy between her legs purred to life and Janet began struggling in her predicament. In just 30 minutes, Janet got more than 10 times the donations she managed to get in 30 days…

Heavy Rubber Correctional Facility

The State had a serious crime problem, and immediately needed a new initiative to punish lawbreakers and set an example such that future crime is prevented. Their solution - the HRCF.

Addy was crossing the street when two men in police uniforms appeared out of nowhere and threw her into a police cruiser. After her arrest, and based on the advice of the prosecution, the judge determined that Addy would be held at HRCF without bail until her scheduled trial date six months from now, as she posed a flight risk.

Addy looked in horror as she was driven to prison, but not just any prison. The sign read… “Heavy Rubber Correctional Facility”. She was forced into the standard correctional uniform, and thrown into a padded cell until her trial date. She laid on the ground, exhausted, waiting, thinking about the crime she committed.

The State took crime seriously, and was even clamping down on jaywalkers…

Breaking in the New Pet

Looks like the two rubberwhores have a new toy to play with.

Temporary Lighting Solution

Zelda got more and more creative with her punishments for her two slaves - the warehouse seemed like it was a bit too dim for her ever since some fixtures broke, so she made the best use of one of her slaves and turned her into a temporary chandelier until the electrician was available.

Pussymask Tryouts

After stumbling upon these types of masks, I couldn’t help but feel like I should try and do my take on them! This lucky subject can’t keep its hands off of its new face - it secretly wishes the hood would never come off… who knows? Perhaps its wish may come true!

Spread Lips

A well-trained doll is like a Siren - it has its way of luring in its victims without fail.

Tonight’s Entertainment

Charlotte always wanted to live out her fantasy of becoming a free use rubber toy. What better way to do that than at her best friend’s party - tons of alcohol, loud music, and definitely not a shortage of horny college boys… it was definitely a recipe for a fun night.

She stood outside the house around the corner and got ready. All dolled up with the exception of her last piece - the hood. She said goodbye to the outside world, and secured her hood on with a padlock, putting her key safely in her corset.

“Ayo, Jesse got us A FUCKING SEX DOLL BRO!!” the noise echoed throughout the house and a ton of boys cheered in unison, while the girls in the room all rolled their eyes in disgust. “Holy shit dude, she feels like a real person… she’s quite heavy, and the boobs feel like the real deal broo…!” Charlotte got put down on the couch in the middle of the living room, and at least 4 pairs of hands fondled her rubber skin and posed her like a sex doll. All the touching got Charlotte hot and horny… she needed dick in her holes right now!

“What the fuck dude, what’s this key on the floor… Haha yo duude, I dare you to swallow it with your fuckin’ drink dude”. Without a moment’s hesitation the frat-bro threw the key in his mouth and gulped down a pint of beer to wash it all down.

“Key… what key- no. NO!!”, Charlotte thought to herself…

Bondage from Home

Jada hated working from home - endless meeting day in, day out. Connection problems on one day, a person leaving their microphone on the other… it just made her daily routine a nightmare. That was up until the point where workers weren’t required to have their cameras on during their meetings, in order to help with the connectivity issues.

That’s when Jada knew, that was her opportunity to make the best of her work at home experience by utilising her meeting time more… recreationally.

It started off innocently enough, with Jada walking around naked with a plug in her ass and a wand permanently in her left hand. Then she started wearing her latex hood and gagging herself, until she committed to the kinkiness and started wearing her favourite latex catsuit daily.

It had been a month since she’d been practically been living inside of her latex suit. Her catsuit and hood were now always padlocked and she could only unzip her crotch to use the bathroom and to… entertain herself. The keys to her catsuit were frozen solid in a block of ice such that she could only let herself out at about 5 p.m., right when work finished.

“Alright Jada… everyone’s got their cameras on. Turn yours on too.”, her boss said.

“Wait, what? What about the connectivity issues?”

“Oh, those got resolved last week, did you not see the memo I’ve sent out?”

“No?! Let me check my inbox!”, Jada said terrified.

“Ah, it seems like I forgot to CC you to that email… anyhow, it doesn’t make a difference. Turn it on now, come on.”, Jessica said sternly.

“No, not right now, give me a minute!”. Jada was panicking. She didn’t know what to do. The keys! No, fuck! There’s no way she could get them out on time… think, think think!!

“Ma’am, you can turn on Jada’s camera yourself, you know. You are running this meeting so you’ve got those privileges”, a snarky co-worker said.

“Ah, thanks Samantha. Where’s the button… ah there it i- OH MY GOD, JADA WHAT THE HELL!”

With the click of a button, Jada’s shiny rubber figure popped up on everyone’s screens, her cunt gushing from the sight of her own latex reflection right in front of her eyes.

“AH, NO, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!”, Jada exclaimed, reaching out to her laptop trying to undo what couldn’t be undone. Some co-workers were appalled, others were confused, and others were… aroused.

SLAP. One swift motion slammed the screen of the laptop closed. Jada curled up into a ball in her latex cocoon, trying to process what just happened. Her hands couldn’t help but guide themselves to her breasts and sex… after all, being exposed to her co-workers like that was SO hot!

This One’s Foreign-Maid

Here’s a piece I did for my good friend WBoson - a shift change between two latex maids! Check out their post for the accompanying story!

I Love My Job!

Being a rubber maid can be an exhausting - but most definitely pleasurable experience. Especially considering the fact that all maids are required to wear inflatable dildo panties! ;)

Development Gone Wrong

It had been a lovely day, and Cass had just come back from a lunch break and decided to dress up in latex & collars before getting back to work…

Cass returns back to her full day of developing. Today’s work is on the security system and managing intruders inside of the building. But her kinky mind takes over a little with some ideas…

Cass had accidentally pushed her work to the servers and in seconds the security system got to work. She sat there watching as all her colleagues were transformed into mindless rubber drones…

Cass was in shock. But she quickly realised there’s nothing she really could do regarding the situation. So she just shrugged it off and sat there.

Well… I said Cass could do nothing. She can watch and enjoy the show unfold. Didn’t take long before she couldn’t help herself and started to join in a little.

Prisoner Transfer

Eden sat in her mundane cell, staring at the blank wall and thinking how she got herself into this mess. If she hadn’t been at the wrong place at the wrong time, she’d still be a free woman. But no, she decided to change her route and go through that dodgy back alley where a mugging was taking place. She never understood though how the mugger managed to plant the stolen items on her person… she did drop her bag and leave it unattended when she tried to help the poor victim up on her feet again, she recollected.

Her internal monologue was interrupted by heavy steps of two… no. Three people. The warden alongside a pair of guards came carrying a suspiciously large crate.

“Please, please I beg you. Give me my phone call! It’s my right!”.

The warden opened the cell and the two guards placed the crate on the floor and leaned it up against the wall. The lid creaked open and a series of items spilled out onto the cell floor, with a cacophony of sounds echoing in the small room. There on the floor lied what appeared to be a series of shackles or restraints, a massive ball attached to a series of leather straps, a pair of boots with an extremely high heel, and a prisoner suit made for a strange, shiny material.

“Oh, we’re way past your phone call sweetheart. You’re being transferred to a maximum security prison - the state isn’t taking any chances with criminal scum like yourself! Guards, get her… “dressed”.”

It wasn’t long before Eden was undressed and squeezed into the tight orange suit that all inmates at this prison were required to wear. She resisted hard at first, but seeing how futile her struggles were, and to avoid getting further into trouble, she accepted her fate. How bad can it get, she thought?

Cuffs snapped on her ankles, thighs, wrists, and elbows - as well as a steel device around her breasts and crotch. What were those for?! She attempted to protest her ridiculous, perverted attire, but as she opened her mouth, a gigantic ball-gag was shoved in her open orifice, silencing her. Her hands and legs were forced together, and the fists were squeezed into tight balls as the shiny rubber mittens engulfed her extremities. The guards carefully placed her into the silhouette that was cut out inside the crate, and the warden stared in admiration of her creation, both hands proudly on her hips.

“Enjoy your stay there, Eden… it will be a long one!”, she cackled.

Caught In Chastity

“And what do you THINK you’re doing?”

“Mmpphh!”

Katie’s weak attempt at a gasp was muffled by the gigantic silicone ball gag that was locked securely in her mouth. She immediately dropped the bolt cutters and fell straight down to her knees like she was properly trained once her Mistress was within 10 feet of her. She whimpered as she kept her head down, not daring to even catch another glance of her Mistress’ red rubber stockings.

“Tsk, I thought I’d trained you better than this. Your Gorean slave training won’t save you now, missy.”, Mistress said with a heavily disapproving tone, kicking the bolt cutters away from Katie.

She knelt down and slipped her fingers between Katie’s supple latexed body and her chastity belt, lightly tugging on it.

“You best get used to this feeling, because you’ve just added another month to your sentence!”

Unsupervised Rubber Dolls

Don’t ever let two rubber dolls go unsupervised - you never know what they might get up to!

Sneaky Self-Bondage

“See you in a few hours!”

“Finally - thought she’d never leave. Every minute counts here!”

Jackie quickly stripped and slipped into her catsuit. Like an actress in a well-rehersed play, each cuff got tightly strapped onto her extremities, and the vibrator was secured on her thigh teasingly pressing on her womanhood. The last pieces were on - a muzzle gag and blindfold, and the vibrator was set on medium. She attached her wrist cuffs to her thigh cuffs, and the race against time had begun.

The intense vibration rippled on her latex, all the way from the base of her crotch up to her ears. In addition, her moans completely isolated her from her environment into her own little world of lust and pleasure, preventing her from hearing the jangling keys and creaking door open.

“Hey Jackie, I seemed to have forgotten my…”, Keira stopped. “What the…?”

Keira peeked though the half-opened door and couldn’t believe her eyes. Is this what Jackie was up to every time she left the house? If she had known that Jackie was such a pervert, she would have offered to tie her up herself. But she was too shocked - and horny by the sight in front of her. She quickly returned back to her room and assessed the situation. She was too turned on, she wanted to see more. She quickly stripped and crept up at the ajar door. She started rubbing herself gently while taking shy peeks at the rubber creature fighting its self-inflicted bondage.

She considered stepping through the door for a second, but an invisible barrier prevented her from making it through the doorway. So she knelt there, rubbing herself to the sounds and sight of her housemate, making a mess right outside her room.

Acquired Tastes Prison Suit

Self Bondage Slip-Up

Elana had been so needy that it nearly hurt. It was an ache that felt good.

Shining red rubber. Gleaming, padded steel. Every lock and click had sent a shiver down her spine. Elana quivered. She squeaked. Her lower lip trembled below a massive red ballgag.

When she was alone, she had enjoyed the luxurious feeling of squirming, grinding against the wall and bed, feeling her steel-clad form unable to do anything. It was agonizingly pleasant. The feeling of being edged and edged and edged, and yet… thanks to those locks, unable to do anything.

Those locks.. When she’d clicked them, it was a promise that she wasn’t going to let herself cum, that she wasn’t going to do anything, go over the edge. The pillory was almost as fun. The keys - attached to her neck, just in case - teased against her open suit.

It was torture. And she was loving every minute. Unable to cum, unable to escape, unable to do more than groan into her gag.

…which meant when her boyfriend returned home, she was also unable to do more than groan into her gag.

The jingle of his keys alerted her that he was home early. The surprise in his voice when he realized she’d done all the locks (a matter of privacy, of course).

No, no , no, NO! Elana tried to grab the key to her left lock first. Then , when it started to slip from her fingers, she went for the right. God, no, this is the ONLY bad time. She could hear him wondering aloud what was happening as she raced to get the right key.

And then she felt it. The perilous situation was getting to her. The denial, the need, the knowledge that she was about to be found out; that she was going to be seen by him as a lewd, horny rubber-addicted pervert.

Elana started to go for the blue lock around her waist. Maybe… she could just get off the chastity belt. Maybe it was far too late to get free of her steel and latex. Maybe she could afford just one orgasm…

The Conditioning

Clara was an avid anti-pornography advocate, and constantly tried to sabotage the industry for its unrealistic portrayal of sex.

Some people were not particularly fond of her ideology, and wanted to… persuade her to change her views.

What do you think is being shown on the projector?