its now been three weeks in latex panties with daily wearing from getting up in the morning till bedtime. i didn't think i could make it this long. this is all thanks to the support from TSG, who inspiration in wearing boots in a similiar dedicated way pushed me onwards.
thanks again TSG, your making me what i am today.... xx
since abandoning attempting to sleep in latex its solved the problems of not getting a proper deep dream sleep which is vitally necessary, but i do wish one day i can wear it over night in deep and restfull sleep.
i'm getting comfortable with the latex on me now and am looking forward to the day when i can wear a latex catsuit almost 24/7. at the moment i reserve all day sunday for catsuit day and will wear that from waking till bed.
for any of you who want to give it a go, it just seems to be a matter of conditioning yourself, and taking smaller steps deeper and deeper into the latex doll...
xx
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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
A new tsg story; Foreverlast...
Foreverlast
by tsg
For the tenth time Tina try working the knife into the space between her skin and the boot. Correction: the space that should have been between her skin and the boot. And for the tenth time Tina made no progress whatsoever. The knife would not fit. The space did not appear.
Though she hoped against hope that she’d see progress, she knew her efforts were futile. You really fucked up this time, you stupid bitch, she thought, tossing the knife aside. Why, oh why did I have to get so fucking wasted last night?
After all, her plan had been simple. It was something she’d wanted to do to Hillary for some time. Something she figured the girl would be waking up to about now . . ..
Hillary was Tina’s friend and something of a pain in the ass all at the same time. Where Tina was short and cute, Hillary was tall and sleek. Tina was somewhat cautious, Hillary was adventurous. Tina had trouble getting dates, while Hillary had to beat people away with a stick. And what Tina saw as a real quandary in their relationship, Hillary always dressed sharp, whereas people commented that Hillary seemed to always dress like a slut on the make.
It was only after Hillary made the comment about Tina’s boots that Tina decided something needed to be done. What remained to be seen, but Tina would think on the matter and scheme a bit and see if there wasn’t something she could do to maybe make her best friend Hillary a bit of a slut in her own way—
When Tina had heard about the “Everlast” Boots, she at first had thought it was a joke. Boots that stay on forever and never wore out? It couldn’t be true. But after a little investigating, she’d discovered it was. Someone in Europe had come up with a way of bonding not only boots, but shoes, dressed, gloves--just about anything a person could dream up—to an individual’s body. And they would stay there, becoming a part of the person’s features. It was a pretty wild concept, but as Tina was discovering, a lot of people were into the idea of having something like a latex suit not only become part of their body, but to, in a sense, become their new skin.
She called the maker and asked them if it was possible to make just about anything. They told her it was.
And that got Tina to thinking . . ..
The plan was one of simplicity: go to the party with the new boots in a box and somehow get Hillary to put on this pair (Tina knew she’d be wearing boots because she’d ask Hillary if she would), instead of the pair she’d worn . . . okay, so Tina knew there were a few details to work out. But she thought she could do this.
What was working in her favor was the party was as Rei’s place. Rei was Japanese, and like a lot of Japanese she always had people take their shoes off as they entered the house. Most of the time the shoes—and boots—were deposited in a side room, one that sometimes wasn’t all that well lit . . . ah, yeah, thought Tina. That was the place to do the switch-er-roo.
Tina showed up early—well, earlier than Hillary. She removed her boots and removed the Everlasts from their box, then placed both in a corner out of the way of where everyone else might put their shoes. Then she ditched the box (not hard to do, just had to ask Rei where her trash went) and then waited for Hillary to put in her appearance.
And while waiting for Hillary Tina began to partake in a few drinks—
She didn’t even know Hillary had arrived until the girl came up and gave Tina a hug. By that time Tina was half way into her third Bloody Mary, and had just returned from a trip upstairs where a few people had split a blunt. Tina and Hillary cheek kissed, complemented each other on their outfits, and then went their way.
Tina didn’t see much of Hillary the rest of the party. She was too busy getting her high on, and between the booze and the pot was feeling no pain when she headed back to where the shoes were being stored and hid Hillary’s boots so she could give her the Everlast. She couldn’t wait to see Hillary stuck in these six-inch babies knee highs, forever looking like some fetish queen. God, she was going to be so pissed—
“Hey, Tina, what ya doing?”
It was Marty, an old friend of hers and someone she’d dated off and on for the last couple of years. “Hey, Marty,” Tina half-slurred. “Not much, just sorta—“
Marty moved in closer, then took Tina in his arms. “Ain’t seen you around much,” he said, rubbing her back gently.
“Naw, I been busy.” Tina leaned on his chest and moaned appreciatively. She always enjoyed having your back rubbed.
Marty gave her a quick yet passionate kiss, then said, “Hey, the master bedroom is just over there. Why don’t we . . ?” He let the question trail off, knowing Tina understood where he was going.
Indeed Tina did. “Yeah, sure,” she mumbled. “It’s been a while for me. I could use it.”
They’d taken only a couple of steps when Marty mumbled, “Put your boots on. I always like it when we fuck while you’re wearing them.”
Tina nodded, smiling. There was something about having her boots on when she was having sex that really, really got her turned on like crazy. She backtracked, slipped her boots on, zipped them up, and began removing her dress as she hurried after Marty.
Twenty minutes later Marty was pulling himself off and removing his condom. Tina lay on her back, naked except for her boots, relaxing in the afterglow of her own orgasms. She’d missed this kind of raw, out and out fucking, and to just thrown abandon to the wind . . . “Oh, that was great,” she mumbled, trying to stay awake. The last thing Tina wanted was for Rei to walk into her bedroom and find her passed out and naked.
“Yeah, you still got it,” said Marty, fastening his belt. “Even when you’re a little out of it.”
“Fucking high is always great,” she replied. “I don’t remember the last time I did it like this—“
“Maybe because you were high?” Marty laughed. “I’ll see you back in the party.” He slipped out the door, leaving Tina behind.
Tina rolled off the bed and retrieved her dress from the floor. It was only after she started to dress that she thought something seemed . . . well, out of whack. Not right. What it was she wasn’t sure, but if she turned some lights on then maybe—
Smoothing out her dress Tina looked around the room. Nothing strange here. She walked into the master bathroom and flipped on the light. Hair was a little messed and her makeup needed a bit of a touch up, but other than that . . . still the same.
Tina began to step away from the mirror, and it was then that she was struck by something funny . . . Tina had been in her before, a couple of times, and since the last time Tina had used the master bath Rei must have done something, because it seemed as if her reflection were closer to the top, like the mirror had been moved down—
Or, as the shock hit Tina, she’d grown a couple of inches!
“Oh, shit, no!” She looked down. Sure enough, the boots she had on were not the ones she’d come in. The heel was different—and much higher.
Like six inches high.
Tina stepped into the shower and adjusted the spray. She let the water wash over her body, coating all of it in a fine mist. Well, maybe not all of it . . . Tina looked down and saw once more how the water beaded and dribbled down her black booted lower legs and feet.
The last six months found Tina going through a radical change. First off came having to live with her mistake and understanding that for the rest of her life she’d be confined to six inch heeled boots. The first couple of days after Rei’s party she’d done everything she could think of to remove them, even contacting the manufacture and explaining that she’d put a pair on by mistake and that she was looking for release. The company said there was nothing they could do: in the last year not one person had ever “accidentally” put their product on, and they found it hard to understand how Tina could be the only person. They danced around the possibility that maybe Tina had been planning to use their product on someone else without their consent—which, if it were true, could have regrettable legal consequences . . ..
Then there was learning to live in them. Walking wasn’t a problem, but showering and sleeping in them—Tina spent most of the next three days getting used to that. Showering wasn’t a problem as water was designed to bead off the material, and the boots keep the skin underneath healthy and clean. Sleeping was different story: trying to sleep with her feet permanently arched by six inch heels made getting relaxed difficult. Finally, though, Tina was able to sleep, if for no other reason she was exhausted from going a couple of days without.
Then, a week later, Tina was fired from her job. She’d expected that on, actually, since the people she worked for were rather conservative, and having a pretty girl going around all day in six inch heels didn’t quite fit their profile. The good thing, however, was that since they weren’t looking to be sued, the compensation package Tina was given was more than adequate enough to keep her on her feet (so to speak) for three years before she’d need to find another job.
It was that “find another job” part that became somewhat problematic, however. When Tina arrived for an interview conversation inevitably turned to her choice of footwear—and a lot of companies had trouble understanding why any woman serious about working would want to be bonded to . . . well, footwear so unsuited for the office. Just about everything ended up being a “Don’t call us; we’ll call you” sort of situation.
After a couple of months of rejection Tina was at her lowest ebb. Yes, she’d intended for this to happen to Hillary, but now, after all the shit she’d been through, she was sort of glad that it had all happened to her instead. It was cathartic in a way: the karma of Tina’s actions coming back to smack her on the ass and show her the error of what she’d tried to do to another person. With that in mind, Tina accepted that she’d fucked herself, and started to live with her new life.
Surprisingly, a couple of days after she’d made peace with herself she received a call. It was a modeling agency located in LA. They’d discovered that Tina was wearing a very unique pair of Everlast boots, and if she was interested they had a job for her . . ..
Tina ran her fingers through her wet hair, then let them fall to her newly-expanded ass. The modeling firm she was now contracted to, Eros, was turning her into one of the more sought after fetish models in the world, and Tina had also come to realize that in order to keep her edge she needed to change other things—like her body. Two months ago her ass had been enlarged. In a couple of months she’d be getting a breast enhancement that was going to make her one busty looking girl in latex. Then it would be her lips, her nose, and then . . ..
She sighed as she cleaned herself. She needed to make these changes; the nature of the business demanded it. And, in a way, Tina knew she had to be the best she could at this business. After all, she had about ten, fifteen years to make her fortune. After that age would prevent her from the top paying jobs, and she’d have to retire and settle down.
Tina didn’t mind. She knew it was her karma. She was going to be the Fetish Queen of this business—there was no stopping her. Which was why she’d decided last night to make the video . . . the one where she’d be bonded into the new “Everlast Living Corset”, a leather corset that would not only become part of her body, but would, in time, contract her waist to a pre-determined size and keep it that way for the rest of her life.
How good do I want to be? Tina thought. How small do I want to go? 20 inches? 18? 16? 16 inches would look so good on my body--
by tsg
For the tenth time Tina try working the knife into the space between her skin and the boot. Correction: the space that should have been between her skin and the boot. And for the tenth time Tina made no progress whatsoever. The knife would not fit. The space did not appear.
Though she hoped against hope that she’d see progress, she knew her efforts were futile. You really fucked up this time, you stupid bitch, she thought, tossing the knife aside. Why, oh why did I have to get so fucking wasted last night?
After all, her plan had been simple. It was something she’d wanted to do to Hillary for some time. Something she figured the girl would be waking up to about now . . ..
Hillary was Tina’s friend and something of a pain in the ass all at the same time. Where Tina was short and cute, Hillary was tall and sleek. Tina was somewhat cautious, Hillary was adventurous. Tina had trouble getting dates, while Hillary had to beat people away with a stick. And what Tina saw as a real quandary in their relationship, Hillary always dressed sharp, whereas people commented that Hillary seemed to always dress like a slut on the make.
It was only after Hillary made the comment about Tina’s boots that Tina decided something needed to be done. What remained to be seen, but Tina would think on the matter and scheme a bit and see if there wasn’t something she could do to maybe make her best friend Hillary a bit of a slut in her own way—
When Tina had heard about the “Everlast” Boots, she at first had thought it was a joke. Boots that stay on forever and never wore out? It couldn’t be true. But after a little investigating, she’d discovered it was. Someone in Europe had come up with a way of bonding not only boots, but shoes, dressed, gloves--just about anything a person could dream up—to an individual’s body. And they would stay there, becoming a part of the person’s features. It was a pretty wild concept, but as Tina was discovering, a lot of people were into the idea of having something like a latex suit not only become part of their body, but to, in a sense, become their new skin.
She called the maker and asked them if it was possible to make just about anything. They told her it was.
And that got Tina to thinking . . ..
The plan was one of simplicity: go to the party with the new boots in a box and somehow get Hillary to put on this pair (Tina knew she’d be wearing boots because she’d ask Hillary if she would), instead of the pair she’d worn . . . okay, so Tina knew there were a few details to work out. But she thought she could do this.
What was working in her favor was the party was as Rei’s place. Rei was Japanese, and like a lot of Japanese she always had people take their shoes off as they entered the house. Most of the time the shoes—and boots—were deposited in a side room, one that sometimes wasn’t all that well lit . . . ah, yeah, thought Tina. That was the place to do the switch-er-roo.
Tina showed up early—well, earlier than Hillary. She removed her boots and removed the Everlasts from their box, then placed both in a corner out of the way of where everyone else might put their shoes. Then she ditched the box (not hard to do, just had to ask Rei where her trash went) and then waited for Hillary to put in her appearance.
And while waiting for Hillary Tina began to partake in a few drinks—
She didn’t even know Hillary had arrived until the girl came up and gave Tina a hug. By that time Tina was half way into her third Bloody Mary, and had just returned from a trip upstairs where a few people had split a blunt. Tina and Hillary cheek kissed, complemented each other on their outfits, and then went their way.
Tina didn’t see much of Hillary the rest of the party. She was too busy getting her high on, and between the booze and the pot was feeling no pain when she headed back to where the shoes were being stored and hid Hillary’s boots so she could give her the Everlast. She couldn’t wait to see Hillary stuck in these six-inch babies knee highs, forever looking like some fetish queen. God, she was going to be so pissed—
“Hey, Tina, what ya doing?”
It was Marty, an old friend of hers and someone she’d dated off and on for the last couple of years. “Hey, Marty,” Tina half-slurred. “Not much, just sorta—“
Marty moved in closer, then took Tina in his arms. “Ain’t seen you around much,” he said, rubbing her back gently.
“Naw, I been busy.” Tina leaned on his chest and moaned appreciatively. She always enjoyed having your back rubbed.
Marty gave her a quick yet passionate kiss, then said, “Hey, the master bedroom is just over there. Why don’t we . . ?” He let the question trail off, knowing Tina understood where he was going.
Indeed Tina did. “Yeah, sure,” she mumbled. “It’s been a while for me. I could use it.”
They’d taken only a couple of steps when Marty mumbled, “Put your boots on. I always like it when we fuck while you’re wearing them.”
Tina nodded, smiling. There was something about having her boots on when she was having sex that really, really got her turned on like crazy. She backtracked, slipped her boots on, zipped them up, and began removing her dress as she hurried after Marty.
Twenty minutes later Marty was pulling himself off and removing his condom. Tina lay on her back, naked except for her boots, relaxing in the afterglow of her own orgasms. She’d missed this kind of raw, out and out fucking, and to just thrown abandon to the wind . . . “Oh, that was great,” she mumbled, trying to stay awake. The last thing Tina wanted was for Rei to walk into her bedroom and find her passed out and naked.
“Yeah, you still got it,” said Marty, fastening his belt. “Even when you’re a little out of it.”
“Fucking high is always great,” she replied. “I don’t remember the last time I did it like this—“
“Maybe because you were high?” Marty laughed. “I’ll see you back in the party.” He slipped out the door, leaving Tina behind.
Tina rolled off the bed and retrieved her dress from the floor. It was only after she started to dress that she thought something seemed . . . well, out of whack. Not right. What it was she wasn’t sure, but if she turned some lights on then maybe—
Smoothing out her dress Tina looked around the room. Nothing strange here. She walked into the master bathroom and flipped on the light. Hair was a little messed and her makeup needed a bit of a touch up, but other than that . . . still the same.
Tina began to step away from the mirror, and it was then that she was struck by something funny . . . Tina had been in her before, a couple of times, and since the last time Tina had used the master bath Rei must have done something, because it seemed as if her reflection were closer to the top, like the mirror had been moved down—
Or, as the shock hit Tina, she’d grown a couple of inches!
“Oh, shit, no!” She looked down. Sure enough, the boots she had on were not the ones she’d come in. The heel was different—and much higher.
Like six inches high.
Tina stepped into the shower and adjusted the spray. She let the water wash over her body, coating all of it in a fine mist. Well, maybe not all of it . . . Tina looked down and saw once more how the water beaded and dribbled down her black booted lower legs and feet.
The last six months found Tina going through a radical change. First off came having to live with her mistake and understanding that for the rest of her life she’d be confined to six inch heeled boots. The first couple of days after Rei’s party she’d done everything she could think of to remove them, even contacting the manufacture and explaining that she’d put a pair on by mistake and that she was looking for release. The company said there was nothing they could do: in the last year not one person had ever “accidentally” put their product on, and they found it hard to understand how Tina could be the only person. They danced around the possibility that maybe Tina had been planning to use their product on someone else without their consent—which, if it were true, could have regrettable legal consequences . . ..
Then there was learning to live in them. Walking wasn’t a problem, but showering and sleeping in them—Tina spent most of the next three days getting used to that. Showering wasn’t a problem as water was designed to bead off the material, and the boots keep the skin underneath healthy and clean. Sleeping was different story: trying to sleep with her feet permanently arched by six inch heels made getting relaxed difficult. Finally, though, Tina was able to sleep, if for no other reason she was exhausted from going a couple of days without.
Then, a week later, Tina was fired from her job. She’d expected that on, actually, since the people she worked for were rather conservative, and having a pretty girl going around all day in six inch heels didn’t quite fit their profile. The good thing, however, was that since they weren’t looking to be sued, the compensation package Tina was given was more than adequate enough to keep her on her feet (so to speak) for three years before she’d need to find another job.
It was that “find another job” part that became somewhat problematic, however. When Tina arrived for an interview conversation inevitably turned to her choice of footwear—and a lot of companies had trouble understanding why any woman serious about working would want to be bonded to . . . well, footwear so unsuited for the office. Just about everything ended up being a “Don’t call us; we’ll call you” sort of situation.
After a couple of months of rejection Tina was at her lowest ebb. Yes, she’d intended for this to happen to Hillary, but now, after all the shit she’d been through, she was sort of glad that it had all happened to her instead. It was cathartic in a way: the karma of Tina’s actions coming back to smack her on the ass and show her the error of what she’d tried to do to another person. With that in mind, Tina accepted that she’d fucked herself, and started to live with her new life.
Surprisingly, a couple of days after she’d made peace with herself she received a call. It was a modeling agency located in LA. They’d discovered that Tina was wearing a very unique pair of Everlast boots, and if she was interested they had a job for her . . ..
Tina ran her fingers through her wet hair, then let them fall to her newly-expanded ass. The modeling firm she was now contracted to, Eros, was turning her into one of the more sought after fetish models in the world, and Tina had also come to realize that in order to keep her edge she needed to change other things—like her body. Two months ago her ass had been enlarged. In a couple of months she’d be getting a breast enhancement that was going to make her one busty looking girl in latex. Then it would be her lips, her nose, and then . . ..
She sighed as she cleaned herself. She needed to make these changes; the nature of the business demanded it. And, in a way, Tina knew she had to be the best she could at this business. After all, she had about ten, fifteen years to make her fortune. After that age would prevent her from the top paying jobs, and she’d have to retire and settle down.
Tina didn’t mind. She knew it was her karma. She was going to be the Fetish Queen of this business—there was no stopping her. Which was why she’d decided last night to make the video . . . the one where she’d be bonded into the new “Everlast Living Corset”, a leather corset that would not only become part of her body, but would, in time, contract her waist to a pre-determined size and keep it that way for the rest of her life.
How good do I want to be? Tina thought. How small do I want to go? 20 inches? 18? 16? 16 inches would look so good on my body--
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
a new caption from TSG
based on an image i posted earlier. click on it to see full size otherwise you can't read it.xx
Sunday, July 16, 2017
just found an old link...
i tend to collect them and then forget to write them up and post them. so today i revisited; Rubber Doll House on Tumbler.
fyi; i probably have a years worth of unposted links stashed here and there.
from Doll House i've been saving some shots i liked, and following a few links i wasn't aware of.
i rather like this blouse...
my latex tastes are generally on the wearable chic as i called it. not full on glamour overdose, more the good cuts and styling for over all look and mix and match with normal clothes. parisian chic in latex. not saying i'd go to work in it... but then i wonder if i should of taken up that offer from a german fetish latex shop....
other times my latex can go - dip me deeply in it and never let me out. its a mood thing and well who i'm chatting/communicating with.
and some few (TSG was one, Amanda in SL is another) who can lead/pull me down so fast into subspace... well. i could be their blank canvas to be remade in deep latex surrendering all that i am for them.
xx
fyi; i probably have a years worth of unposted links stashed here and there.
from Doll House i've been saving some shots i liked, and following a few links i wasn't aware of.
i rather like this blouse...
my latex tastes are generally on the wearable chic as i called it. not full on glamour overdose, more the good cuts and styling for over all look and mix and match with normal clothes. parisian chic in latex. not saying i'd go to work in it... but then i wonder if i should of taken up that offer from a german fetish latex shop....
other times my latex can go - dip me deeply in it and never let me out. its a mood thing and well who i'm chatting/communicating with.
and some few (TSG was one, Amanda in SL is another) who can lead/pull me down so fast into subspace... well. i could be their blank canvas to be remade in deep latex surrendering all that i am for them.
xx
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
a christmas story and image
from TSG. click it ot see if at full resolution so you can actually read the text.
image source is unkown though the text complements it very well.
xx
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
the image fits perfectly
i've always really loved the stories from Nano Slaver who has a great sense of pace, teasing detail and fetishistic hooks like TSG. Sadly his stories don't come out very often.
one that always stick in min mind and that i have re-read a dozen times is Dolly Molly which i feel in theme is matched perfectly by this image i found recently.
what do you think?
xx
one that always stick in min mind and that i have re-read a dozen times is Dolly Molly which i feel in theme is matched perfectly by this image i found recently.
what do you think?
xx
Thursday, December 27, 2007
getting comfortable and going higher
its been just over three weeks since i decided - and with a bit of urging from a friend who is already stuck in heels - to go up an inch from my 4's melissa's to my 5 inch pleasers. it wasn't too hard as i had some experience in them before but within the space of 10 days or so i was pretty confident in them and they were natural. i'd wear them all day and sometimes sleeping in them too help acclimatise me too them and develop the arch of my soles. i never managed a full night of sleep in them as i kept kicking them off or they would get caught up in the sheets and are pulled off - but i am trying and getting there slowly. part of the problem is my apt has the bathroom down a set of stairs. and wandering around in heels haf asleep to use it is well an accident waiting to happen.
meanwhile lying in the bath last week it became pretty obvious that it was really working. my soles were becoming pronounced in their arches with no sign of flattening when standing normaly. putting on my favorite melissas designed by KR felt like i was in flats. really like running shoes.
the friend steped up at this point and suggested i start with the 5.5s classic stiletto court shoes, and so now i'm in those when not in the basic 5's. these i had bough a couple of years ago when i was first introduced to the idea of being stuck in heels by TSG. i got all excited and bought my standard 5's and a pair of oxford 5.5s and the court shoes at the same hieght. neither of which i could stand in let alone wear for more than a few min at a time. so they sat in my cupboard - waiting.
now with very firm encouragement from two or three online friends i am now in the 5.5s and generally manage about 4 - 6 hrs in them, sometimes having to take them off for an hr for my toes to stop hurting. yesterday some local friends dragged me on a long boxing day walk with a stop for a coffee and then in the afternoon a chinese meal. i had to put on my low wedge boots as they were the only ones with any grip. i had to get back into my 5's immedately once i got in my calfs and back of legs were hurting. in the evening i swaped up to 5.5s and i'm back in them now.
the mornings bath had me examining my arches again and noticed that my toes could almost go to a 90 degree angle now. very similiar to the video bellow but with less of an arch.
i wonder if she's stuck in heels as i will soon be one day?
xx
ps: i'm now 10 days into another training. something i thought not really possible but is proving to be even if i've not totally outed myself in them. still from dawn to bed i'm in them.
Friday, August 27, 2010
only one word - Brilliant
new captions by TSG and i think you'll agree;
followed a day later by a continuation;
be sure to click to enlarge to read them properly.
and of course hoping there is more in the series. maybe she'll let me share her thoughts on a final suit for me with you all.
xx
followed a day later by a continuation; 
be sure to click to enlarge to read them properly. and of course hoping there is more in the series. maybe she'll let me share her thoughts on a final suit for me with you all.
xx
Friday, July 16, 2010
TSG's new illustrated story
click to enlarge to full size.
is she writing about me or her? or possibly both of us?
please post in comments if you like it - us creative types need all the feedback we can get to keep us going.
xx
is she writing about me or her? or possibly both of us?
please post in comments if you like it - us creative types need all the feedback we can get to keep us going.
xx
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
new transformation captions
the first two are from John based on Cthulu's renderings and the final chrome by TSG.
click to enlarge and please post supportive comments to keep us artists and writers going.
xx
click to enlarge and please post supportive comments to keep us artists and writers going.
xx
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
TSG's 'The Want'
i do hope she continues the series she started with the fusing of latex to wearer skin. maybe even include me as one?she's such a good writer i can totally see a great photo series / spread that could be made if she was given a hand in directing a photo shoot. where are all the risk taking and new talent nuturing fetish magazine editors?
xx
Friday, October 08, 2010
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
of course i'd need a matching catsuit...
i saw these shoes when i was randomly clicking on an ebay promotional category and just went OMG i need them!!! then i saw the price tag of 695$ and decided against it for awhile till i was rich and famous.
feel free to look at the various styles here and there's even a video about them.
for those that don't read the trashy celeb expose mags (which btw i don't either and i barely watch the news) these are the Christian Louboutin 'Pigalle' stiletto heels which have a 120mm / 5 inch heel as favoured by Gwen Stefani. i read the python ones are highly sought after too.
they are also noted for a crimson red leather sole which is becoming iconic in itself; so much so that other designers are using the same red for their products. in this case a limited edition Lancome lipstick will be available in November this year as reported by WendyB here.
hmmm wonders if Radical Rubber does a close match and if my next pair of skinny jeans should be made in it?
Women: officially shoe mad
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
One in 10 women has spent more than £1,000 on their foot fetish. Furthermore, one in 10 own more than 100 pairs. Whilst three quarters admit that even if their shoes are too small, they still slip them on.
And nearly 10 percent of women would consider having surgery on their feet.
The survey was conducted by Harper's Bazaar magazine, involving 1,000 readers.
Editor Lucy Yeomans, who owns 40 pairs herself, said: 'I have a serious shoe habit of my own.
'Heels have a seriously addictive and seductive quality,' she continued, 'Shoes have a Cinderella-like transformative effect unlike that of any other fashion item. here
be sure to check out the enlightening footnotes to the article...
meanwhile the UK's Daily Mail recently reported The return of killer heels and seems that starlet Gwyneth Paltrow is leading the way with the sharpest of heels.
for those on a budget, you may start with a simple functional reminder of the heels you want to be wearing with one of these
now i hadn't given up total hope and was wondering what variations there were on the classic stiletto. as i've said before in a much much earlier entry; when i was introduced and pushed along into heel training by kinky authoress TSG, i started with 4 inch heels and boots.
Women: officially shoe madWednesday, August 9, 2006
One in 10 women has spent more than £1,000 on their foot fetish. Furthermore, one in 10 own more than 100 pairs. Whilst three quarters admit that even if their shoes are too small, they still slip them on.
And nearly 10 percent of women would consider having surgery on their feet.
The survey was conducted by Harper's Bazaar magazine, involving 1,000 readers.
Editor Lucy Yeomans, who owns 40 pairs herself, said: 'I have a serious shoe habit of my own.
'Heels have a seriously addictive and seductive quality,' she continued, 'Shoes have a Cinderella-like transformative effect unlike that of any other fashion item. here
be sure to check out the enlightening footnotes to the article...
meanwhile the UK's Daily Mail recently reported The return of killer heels and seems that starlet Gwyneth Paltrow is leading the way with the sharpest of heels.
for those on a budget, you may start with a simple functional reminder of the heels you want to be wearing with one of thesenow i hadn't given up total hope and was wondering what variations there were on the classic stiletto. as i've said before in a much much earlier entry; when i was introduced and pushed along into heel training by kinky authoress TSG, i started with 4 inch heels and boots.
at some point i ended up with a bit extra one month and went a bit mad and purchased a pair of 5 inch strap shoes to train in, then a pair of court shoes in 5, 5 1/2 and 6 inches. the later two sizes basically sit in the closet and tempt me to try them on.
i've sufficiently altered the arch of my foot that i can easily walk in 5" strap shoes as they're basically my day to day wear until i found the cork wedges which are great for summer and provide a much wider base. then the 5" 1/2s i can walk in but not terribly well. however the 5" 1/2 inch Oxfords provide much more all around support so i can easily last four to five hours in those without having to take them off. 4"s to recap are like flats to me so i simply don't wear them.
i did try the 5" 1/2s plain court shoes on monday night and i didn't last too long in them to be honest. i'm going to remeasure the cork wedges to make sure they're 5"s.
the 6"s are well impossible to stand in and i can barely get my toes bent backward enough to fit into the front toe part. really my foot would be vertical in them or very close to vertical which means my toes need to bend back at least 90 degrees to get into them. still i try.
so when trying to kill some time in the office (as you do) i decided to look around the other ebays in europe to see if there's other styles of stilettos and low and behold i saw these which are suspisciously similar to the Pigalles which are on the right of the photo.
i've sufficiently altered the arch of my foot that i can easily walk in 5" strap shoes as they're basically my day to day wear until i found the cork wedges which are great for summer and provide a much wider base. then the 5" 1/2s i can walk in but not terribly well. however the 5" 1/2 inch Oxfords provide much more all around support so i can easily last four to five hours in those without having to take them off. 4"s to recap are like flats to me so i simply don't wear them.i did try the 5" 1/2s plain court shoes on monday night and i didn't last too long in them to be honest. i'm going to remeasure the cork wedges to make sure they're 5"s.
the 6"s are well impossible to stand in and i can barely get my toes bent backward enough to fit into the front toe part. really my foot would be vertical in them or very close to vertical which means my toes need to bend back at least 90 degrees to get into them. still i try.
so when trying to kill some time in the office (as you do) i decided to look around the other ebays in europe to see if there's other styles of stilettos and low and behold i saw these which are suspisciously similar to the Pigalles which are on the right of the photo.
needless to say i am now waiting for them to arrive from the UK.
xx
xx
Monday, January 04, 2010
must be more of the series
there just has to be...
i dedicate this image to TSG... she'll know why ;-)
anyone know more about it? its very well lit and clean so not an amateur snap. a professional fashion shoot or men's magazine?
xx
i dedicate this image to TSG... she'll know why ;-)
anyone know more about it? its very well lit and clean so not an amateur snap. a professional fashion shoot or men's magazine?
xx
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
i am addicted to them myself now
much much love and thanks for TSG to sharing and tutoring me to obsessed too.
xx
Monday, July 19, 2010
yasmin in SL and RL
i am now a Yasmin Btraz in Second Life and have been lovingly made by my Mistress TSG/Rani in world. so i figured it was just apt that i have a Yasmin of my own. so the Yasmin bellow off ebay and now in my possession - afterall needs to be loved and have a good home.
now i went for this version due mainly for her amazing boots. black tall and shiny just how i love them. strange thing is that they appear to be the same material or very close to the same as used by Melissa for their plastic cult shoes!! how amazing is that? do have a look at my secret origins post here where i talk about wishing i could wear Barbie's plastic boots and sticking them on my fingers.
so all i need to do now is petition Melissa in Brazil to make boots to match my Yasmin. they have to have seriously high heels, very tall (knee high) and pointy toes. on a sort of related note i've had a chat in yahoo with a hypnotesse and she said its very possible to link hypnotic commands and triggers to objects - doll shoes anyone? ;-)
xx
now i went for this version due mainly for her amazing boots. black tall and shiny just how i love them. strange thing is that they appear to be the same material or very close to the same as used by Melissa for their plastic cult shoes!! how amazing is that? do have a look at my secret origins post here where i talk about wishing i could wear Barbie's plastic boots and sticking them on my fingers.
so all i need to do now is petition Melissa in Brazil to make boots to match my Yasmin. they have to have seriously high heels, very tall (knee high) and pointy toes. on a sort of related note i've had a chat in yahoo with a hypnotesse and she said its very possible to link hypnotic commands and triggers to objects - doll shoes anyone? ;-)
xx
Saturday, November 01, 2008
lesbian mannequins....
this was sent in over the weekend when i was away on a last moment work conference. i was checking my email on sunday at a mall cybercafe (and btw this blog is blocked) and while i saved the search i misplaced the sender. sorry! thanks for sending them in.
these would make perfect illustrations to TSG's short fetish fiction which i published on the blog earlier called The Wand. though for sure the images should spark off some other ideas for those lurking writers out there.
the link which was sent to me is here where there's a few PATINA female mannequins. if you would like to have this gorgeous couple adoring your boudoir then click here.
i've also had an encouraging email from a fictionmania authoress Jenni Andrews who stumbled on this blog only to discover she's not alone in this weird or strange fetish. she gave me a link to one of her stories "Stiff Consequences" on the site as it deals with the same kinky subject matter.
the details in the permanent transformation into the mannequin is really well done but there's a pretty icky 'eating scene' that makes this NSF and really too extreme to be hosted on my blog. she did kindly offer to do a more 'G' rated version although its simpler to just link to the original and give a bit of a warning to the squeamish.
hopefully she'll find inspiration and write more which i can post here.
xx
Thursday, September 02, 2010
almost there with hypnosis
no, not me.
after revisiting Brenda Big Tits Blog to look for her interesting captions which definitely have latex and MC elements to them (i've sent her loads of images in hope she does more btw) i spotted this quote about her experiences with Virtual Hypnotist and a script;
Miss Brenda's Finishing School for Young Ladies
Greetings, from the brink!
(The brink of what? Good question.)
Several things have happened since we last conversed, but I shall start with the item that I know is on all your minds: my recent adventures in hypnotism.
Oh, to be young and/or carefree again, that I might fully reap the fruits of my self-inflicted brainwashing! To be clear, I went deep... very deep. I went so deeply that I actually felt myself thinking and acting like a living Barbie Doll. It was the oddest sensation, to actually feel your own body betray you: stiff plastic-like limbs, forced smile, feeling compelled to say the same words over and over again, and feeling so much better when you did.
wow - it works!!!
the doll siren of precipice is calling me too; i've pretty well finished Stage 1 and the rest is over that edge. all i can do is go deeper. in Second Life i will jump and be utterly permanently changed by my beloved Mistress Rani (aka TSG). there's even a plan for a group ceremony to mark the occasion - all SL friends will be invited.
in RL(tm) - well i can't say for sure though i am following Mistress Rani's 30 day command to the letter and will be a better doll for it. more to come...
xx
after revisiting Brenda Big Tits Blog to look for her interesting captions which definitely have latex and MC elements to them (i've sent her loads of images in hope she does more btw) i spotted this quote about her experiences with Virtual Hypnotist and a script;
Miss Brenda's Finishing School for Young Ladies
Greetings, from the brink!
(The brink of what? Good question.)
Several things have happened since we last conversed, but I shall start with the item that I know is on all your minds: my recent adventures in hypnotism.
Oh, to be young and/or carefree again, that I might fully reap the fruits of my self-inflicted brainwashing! To be clear, I went deep... very deep. I went so deeply that I actually felt myself thinking and acting like a living Barbie Doll. It was the oddest sensation, to actually feel your own body betray you: stiff plastic-like limbs, forced smile, feeling compelled to say the same words over and over again, and feeling so much better when you did.
wow - it works!!!
the doll siren of precipice is calling me too; i've pretty well finished Stage 1 and the rest is over that edge. all i can do is go deeper. in Second Life i will jump and be utterly permanently changed by my beloved Mistress Rani (aka TSG). there's even a plan for a group ceremony to mark the occasion - all SL friends will be invited.
in RL(tm) - well i can't say for sure though i am following Mistress Rani's 30 day command to the letter and will be a better doll for it. more to come...
xx
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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