Tuesday, August 31, 2010

pink lips

and super glossy.

i have seen a few adverts for lipstick whose main selling point is bright primary colors as well as fully deep shiny glass like glaze.

i wonder if you can buy it in bulk (costco?) and have it applied to your entire body? hmm maybe i should post a meme to make-up or stylist new groups? ;-)


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.


Monday, August 23, 2010

when video games are live

of course the female lead is dressed in latex. the future demands it now doesn't it?

video is viewable it multiple resolutions and of course downloadable too.


latex summer sales don't end

they just get extended and extended as its just too hot in most places to wear it, so why not take the time to make it? like squirrels saving nuts for the winter;

and the artwork doesn't get updated either.


The Libidex Grand Summer Sale officially ends on 30th August at 23.59 UK time - so that gives you just 10 days to snap up that latex bargain at a cool 25% off our standard retail price! So if you've been putting it off - take the plunge now! Choose from our wide range of catsuits (you'll find lots of great new designs on our site), or perhaps a corset takes your fancy - there's a whole new collection of them too! Plus of course the Libidex classic hoods, tights, leggings and so on. There's bound to be something to suit you or your significant other in the vast Libidex range.

You can place your order right now either through our website www.libidex.com or at our shop Liberation at 49 Shelton Street, Covent Garden WC2H 2HE (Tel 0207 836 5894), where you'll also find a range of sale stock discounted by up to 50% (it's well worth a visit!). Liberation is open from Monday to Saturday 11.00am to 7.00pm.

Delivery is about 3-4 weeks from the date we receive your order. If you need something in a hurry, don't forget you can use our Express Services. Please note sale discounts do not apply to made-to-measure or made-to-fit services, which will be calculated on the full (i.e. non-sale) retail price.

meanwhile over at Westward Bound there's always a clear out or a sale going on. best sign up to their newsletter on their start page to get the deals.

so if you are thinking of getting into latex with something basic like real latex leggings then this is the perfect time to spend your left over vacation money on something for the fall an christmas party season.


Thursday, August 19, 2010

TSG's new caption

please leave her feedback in comments so she'll be encouraged to share her creative juices.


Monday, August 16, 2010

first captioned story in

special thanks to John (who I think is in the UK) for sending it in and then putting up with my editors comments.

Alicia looked in the mirror "Oh almost there!" she told herself with a smile. It had been a long six months. The process was involved and complex but for her part it was relatively easy just without fail taking the cocktail of chemicals that would result in her permanent transformation.

Alicia remembered back to how she would cast envious eyes on the mannequins in the windows of department stores. "I want to be like them!" she'd whisper to herself. "I want to be perfect and beautiful forever!" she added.

"I can help you with that!" a voice responded. A woman stood next to her smiling.

Alicia observed her closely "You can do what?!" she asked a bit embarrassed as she blushed deeply.

She smiled at her without looking at Alicia like she was crazy "I can help you acheive your goal if you're really interested." She told her. "I can make you like her, perfect and beautiful not to mention ageless!" She added.

She shook her head and prepared to walk away as fast as she could. "Sorry, I don't believe you!" Alicia said curtly.

But there was something in this womans voice that kept Alicia from retreating. "Just have a cup of coffee and listen to my offer before you walk away." The stranger asked. Alicia followed her to a nearby cafe. This rather attractive brunette smiled at her warmly as they sipped their coffee's. Alicia admired her leather skirt and satiny blouse. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Darlene!" she smiled at Alicia brightly. "Now I'm totally serious about what I said! I can make you just like that girl in the window!" she told Alicia with a smile that could charm anyone.

"It's hard to believe!" Alicia responded with a grin brought on by Darlene's infectious smile. "I think I'd need some sort of proof!" Alicia added.

"Well follow me to my workshop and I can offer you the proof!" Darlene answered.

They both got up and left. Fortunately Darlene's workshop wasn't far. It was well within walking distance in fact. Alicia glanced over at Darlene and noticed how tall she was. Darlene was about 5'9" tall to Alicia's 5'7". Alicia noticed the supple grace of Darlene's gait. It was like a dancers married with a flexiblity of a contortionist. It was enticing! Alicia looked over her body and saw the smooth curves of her body leading to her full behind. She noticed Darlene's breasts as well and how the outline of her nipples pushed against the material of her blouse. Despite herself Alicia wanted to believe what this woman told her. She wanted to allow Darlene to mold her and remake her into a creature of perfection.

In front was a small dress shop with remarkbly realistic mannequins. They were beautiful. Alicia was again envious of the hollow plastic girls. Darlene led Alicia through the shop to a door. In they went to a larger space full of naked realistic female mannequins. Alicia felt a compulsion to disrobe and stand next to them.

Darlene walked over to one and began to slowly caress the nude mannequin. "This is my latest Jezebel. She too was skeptical but she came around and is now this lovely hollow fiberglass girl!" she smiled at Alicia. "I asked her to record her experiences so others can see what follows." Darlene put the cd into the player and turned on the television. Alicia watched as the living Jezebel smiled and began to speak.

Alicia watched as Jezebel explained the process. It would be daily doses of the serum given her by Darlene. Day by day she spoke telling of how she felt and how the chemicals made her feel. There were times when it made her violently ill. Jezebel explained that Darlene told her to only take a half dose on those days. Eventually Jezebel felt better and continued. Then excitedly she reported on the changes made to her body. How all the hair on her legs or her triangle had disappeared. Later she reported how her skin was becoming smooth and shiny. Jezebel was surprised and sometimes a little scared by what was happening but in the end happy. Alicia watched as the final moments took place with Jezebel standing stiffly the lines around her shoulders and waist becoming darker. The ones around her right leg forming and becoming more apparent as her face became rigid and as shiny as her body. Alicia watched amazed as Jezebel transformed into the form she currently now had in this back room.

Darlene stood to one side watching the expression on Alicia's face as she watched the video. "So what do you think now Alicia?" asked Darlene as she looked into Alicia's eyes.

Alicia's mind was whirling with the possibilities of what she'd seen. "I can be as I've always wished. I can be beautiful forever. I can be loved forever!" she thought joyfully. Another worry then came to mind "Is she still alive Darlene?" Alicia inquired excitedly.

"Oh of course! Her mind is alive and active just in a world of blissful and erotic joy! Would you like to hear from her?" Darlene asked with a broad grin.

"You can do that?" Alicia asked with a surprised grin.

"Yes, let me get what I need." Darlene told her. She produced a small bottle and then walked over to the mannequins she called Jezebel. Darlene the brushed a small amount of a clear liquid on the lips of the mannequin. "Give it a few moments." she smiled at Alicia.

Alicia watched as the plastic lips of the mannequin seemed to alter. They lost a bit of the gleam they had and began to move slowly. A soft moan issued forth from the mannequin. Darlene walked over and rubbed the breasts of the naked display form. The moan grew louder! Then to Alicia's amazement the hollow plastic woman spoke "Oh Mistress touch me again!" a soft but excited voice begged.

Darlene then began to rub the smooth triangle between the mannequins legs. A louder moan escaped from the lips of the living plastic girl. "Now Jezebel do you love being a mannequin? This young lady is wondering if she should join us as one such as you!" Darlene asked the frozen polymer beauty.

"Oh yes I do love it Mistress! She should become like us! I've no regrets now and I only wish to be the mannequin of my Mistress for as long as she'll have me...!" the lips then returned to thier glossy hue and resumed being nothing more than plastic.

"I think you should convince her Jezebel!" Darlene ordered.

The mannequin's form softened. The glossiness became subdued. The lines where her parts met grew fuzzy but remained to mark where she'd be seperated when she became fully a mannequin again. Jezebel smiled and looked over at Alicia. "Yes Mistress I'll do my best!" she told Darlene as she moved off her support rod. Darlene grinned as she quietly left the room.

Alicia's heart beat faster. She could feel her face flush as she saw this nude living mannequin walk over to her. Jezebel smiled "You want to be like me don't you honey?! I can't blame you no! The pleasure of a caress by my Mistress or anyone in fact is beyond your imagining!" Jezebel reached out and touched Alicia's cheek.

Alicia gasped as she felt the cool smoothness of Jezebel's hand. Jezebel began to slowly caress Alicia her glass like eyes full of desire and lust. Before Alicia could say anything Jezebel began to slowly undress Alicia. She then felt a kiss from this living display form on her body as she was unveiled to the plastic Jezebel.

Jezebel then kissed Alicia on the lips. A feeling of warmth began to spread down Alicia's body. When it reached her vagina an orgasm swept over Alicia. Jezebel then kissed Alicia's erect nipple. The coolness of her lips sent shivers down Alicia's body as it met the warmth of her nipple. Another orgasm washed over Alicia.

Alicia began to feel herself slowing down. It was like she was stiffening becoming a statue unable to move or speak as Jezebel made love to her. In a distant mirror she could see the two of them. One a living mannequin and the other a still glossy skinned Alicia. Alicia watched in wonder as she began to look more and more like a mannequin as Jezebel moved over her kissing and licking her body. she watched as Jezebel got down on her knees and pressed her lips and tongue against her rapidly shrinking vagina. As Jezebel used her mobile mouth on Alicia the space where Alicia's vagina was normally became as smooth as a mannequins.

The orgasms and feelings of erotic pleasure grew even stronger as Jezebel licked that smooth surface on Alicia. "This is what a mannequin feels Alicia! This is a sample of what awaits you when you become like me for our Mistress!" Jezebel whispered as she licked the smooth glossy flesh of the frozen Alicia.

It seemed like hours had past when some semblence of conciousness returned to a nude Alicia. She looked around the workshop and saw Jezebel again frozen and plastic mounted on her support rod. She gathered up her clothing and was just finished dressing when the door opened and Darlene walked in.

"It only lasts for a short time." Darlene smiled at Alicia. "Does that answer your question?" she asked Alicia.

The joy was clearly written on Alicia's face as she nodded "Yes, yes it does! When can I start?" she asked a bit impatiently.

Darlene smiled and went to a nearby table and produced a vial. "Tonight if you like. Drink this all down and return tomorrow for another. Soon in time you'll join Jezebel and I here as one of my mannequins!" she caressed Alicia's face.

Alicia stood gazing at the mirror only her hands and face lacking the glossiness of the plastic composition of the rest of her body. "This is the last one Darlene said. I'll swallow this and I'll be what I've always wanted forever. I'll be a possession of my Mistress forever! I'll be desired and loved forever! I'll be beautiful and ageless forever!" Alicia told herself as she brought the vial to her lips slowly as it was hard to move her almost mannequin arm. She swallowed and felt it begin to work. The vial slipped from her fingers as she assumed her final pose. The strange feeling of her body becoming hollow swept over her. Even as she froze she could see her hand become glossy plastic. She felt it happen to her face as well.

In moments Alicia the woman disappeared. A mannequin named Alica took her place.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

clock work

i don't think i posted this lovely clip. just in case here it is again:

could i become a rubber sister?

maybe its the fact that in just over two months and halloween will be upon us and i'm sort of getting interested in masks. not that i like most of them, though i do think the The Rubber Sisters do it the best IMHO.

so i wrote them with an offer for a prime blog advert to link to either their pay site or their full doll suit sale site in trade for one of their older full head masks.

sadly not a peep. ...yet..

i like the idea of joining them as just another rubber doll clone..

though another brilliant idea came to me, get one of their masks and have it expertly painted to look like my second life avatar. does anyone do that? real life second life masks? do share.

i think its all down to the make up and the level of talent they put into them. i do hear on the grapevine that they are in fact Kerry's Masks, simply repainted.

then another crazed idea came to me which i'd do if i won the lottery. i'd find a new mannequin i really like the look of; then buy a dozen of them and mail them to top fetish stores around the world for free as long as they kept her in latex and called her Asudem.

a step further is to have a professional spfx mask maker create a wearable one based on the Asudem mannequin.

well i can dream can't i?


all over the runways

well that was fall 2009 according to the date on the video - so we're running a bit late. with close to 30,000 hits i'd say its still no a real trend unlike latex like leggings. though if there's anything to go by it does make this blog very early and ahead of the trend.

meanwhile over at the Doe Deere Blogazine there's a much more comprehensive how too which is much more an obvious doll look as demonstrated by the end resulting photo bellow:

for a more grass roots then check out the various entries at the Madradstalkers - Live Journal.


Saturday, August 14, 2010

she is that size!!!

further on the photo of the red catsuited women from Fantastic Rubber - i will repeat so it sinks in - she is actually that size. (click images to enlarge)

according to Fantastic Rubber themselves who kindly provided another photo to prove it; "the picture isn't altered - she is so slim".

they also added that; "She has 2 corsets from me, one with 38cm waist, the other with 36cm." for those of us not aware of the metric system that translates to a stunning 15 inches and a smaller 14.2 inches. i bet she would rattle loosely if she were ever to get into a mannequin shell.

Fantastic Rubber was also kind enough to supply some new images of their new designs that are still effectively catsuits with transparent panels with added fine detailing which is added by gluing directly onto the clear latex:

which can be better seen on this close up;

photo's by Raymond Kerrin Larum at the Latex Experiment.


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

some second life rubber dolls

are real life ones too. introducing a reader: FetishDollTT Straaf, Madame;

look her up in world.

which also brings up the question of how many other bloggers are reading this blog? i know of 4 or 5 for sure.


Monday, August 09, 2010

worthy of short stories or captions

first a couple of mirror images.

would you believe this is a stock photo? how kinked is that?

i didn't think much of this one when i first saw it then looked a lot closer and it looks like she's wearing a mannequin or doll suit. she just needs hands and a helmet to finish the transformation. i think i'll do this one myself too ;-)

go on give it a try. i need some sort of reader reaction or else why do i bother?


you can be a rubber sister too

if common fetish fiction is something you believe then the Rubber Sisters 2nd Skin Shop is a cunning ploy by alien slave master designed to take over the world through semi automated doll suits that consume the wearer and make them sex dolls.

of course thats not really the case now is it? they are definitely expanding from just wearing and showing off they're wonderful suits and mask via their main pay site; The Rubber Sisters to the new site specifically for modular doll transformations, be it shaping, rubber, masks, silicon or rubber suits.

according to their recent email newsletter;

"We proudly present you our new products at the Latexpo fair in Hamburg.

We gladly show you personally the news on our 2nd-skin both on Saturday and Sunday 21./22.August. We present a new developed silicon figure pants, a skin colour latex bodysuit and an unique inflatable latex doll suit, to pump up the hips and breasts. The Latex-Fashion-Ball constitutes the crowning finale of a weekend at Edelfettwerk."

so no mention of alien latex dolls taking over the planet then.

still i bet some of the readers would love to join them in becoming a Rubber Sister too. i wonder if they'd swap one of their masks for advertising banner...


count the fetishes in this music video

i can't embed it so you will need to view it here.

not immediately obvious and more in the realms of fetishes covered in fiction only. please show your work as just making random stabs in the dark won't count.

no prizes, just a fun look.


Thursday, August 05, 2010

more doll thoughts expressed so well

by my Mistress TSG.


by Andy Latex

a caption and a story arrived in my inbox which i just had to share (with permission of course):

(Dedicated to Carol. The perfect older woman).

To anyone passing the shop the scene would not have seemed too unusual, two Mannequins motionless and silent, being prepared by a young shop assistant.
The girl was young and very beautiful, dressed in skintight red latex pants, a matching black and red trimmed T shirt and cute high heeled sandals. Again that was not too odd, after all it was a fetish shop, not that old one up by the station, but the new one, in the centre of town, you know it, the one that used to be the boutique.
The first Mannequin was dressed in what could only be described as a riding outfit. Red latex jacket covered a tight white blouse, Whilst smooth leggings, led down to polished high heeled boots. In her motionless hand she held a crop.
The other mannequin was naked and it was she whom the pretty the shop girl was attending. She was smoothing a paste across its smooth glossy body, a creamy pink paste. Not that strange I know, after all she was only cleaning it.
No, what might have seemed unusual though was the surprising, all most loving, care she took in buffing the cream off. Her touch seemed light, sensual, unnecessarily lingering, as if it were a caress.
Still perhaps she just loved her job.


Her outfit was simple and business like. A white blouse over a tight black pencil skirt and stockings. This was teamed with a wide black belt, which emphasised her slim waist. In fact Davina Laws outfit could have been called conservative if it were not for her polished rapier like black stilettos. Well, that and the tiny fact that her entire outfit was fashioned from ultra glossy latex rubber.
“She is pretty”, she said.
The older woman jumped at the unexpected voice and turned from the office window, the deep blush on her cheeks betraying her feelings.
“She had better not bend to far in that skirt though”.
“How did you get in here?”
The latex clad woman smiled with freshly glossed red lips and sat behind the desk, her latex skirt squeaking across the leather of the seat. “You are looking good Alison the leather pants suit you. Are you wearing them for her?”.
Alison Vorderman, Slim, beautiful and elegant, thoughtlessly smoothed her hands down over her shiny leather clad hips, “What do you want Davina?”
“ To get you into rubber, you know that”
“I’m sorry Davina, but we are not all freaks like you”
“Said the 47 year old in the skin-tight patent leather pants”
Alison bit her tongue, she did not want to get into a fight with the cool and calm visitor. “Davina. Why are you here?”
“Business, business…”, The smiling brunette said in a relaxed tone, “…always business, with you Alison. Well lets see, Firstly I am your silent partner in this boutique and secondly, it’s been 6 months and I have a few ideas for the place and they don’t involve dreaming of having my 18 year old assistant kissing my leather clad arse”
“Charming as ever, Davina”, Alison moved across the room and sat in the chair opposite her business partner. “Don’t take your time”.

As ever between the pair, the conversation was clipped and sharp. Davina went through the various financial plans she had laid out and Alison pointed out why each would not work for such a small fashion boutique.
“I do not understand your resistance to my ideas” Davina said, sitting back, “They are all perfectly viable”
Alison sighed, “Only in a business environment such as yours, the clientele which use your shop are very specific and loyal. Latex fashions is a very narrow market, I must compete with a greater competition”.
“A point well made. Then if not my financial ideas, then you must see the benefits of this”, she reached into a case and slid a selection of photos over he desk. “The very latest in, in store display”.
“Mannequins?. I have mannequins”.
“Not like these, these are a real draw, I have 1 in my window and the amount of extra attention it gets is amazing”.
Alison looked at the photos and slid them back, “Polished black plastic mannequins are nothing new”.
Her partner smiled, “I promise you these are. But as usual you are being difficult. Come to my shop tonight after you close, the moment you see it you will understand”.
“You will try anything to get me to your place”, Alison replied shaking her head, “no Davina no”.
Davina Laws rose to her feet. Then smoothing her clinging black latex skirt over her hips and thighs approached her partner. “If only you were as excepting as certain other people”.
The older woman turned and looked into Davinas cool blue eyes. Alison trembled visibly as her partner smiled in triumph.
“You think I don’t know. Davina”
There was a long pause as both women stared each other down, eventually it was the older woman who looked away, Davina laughed.
“Ha Ha, Oh don’t worry Alison, I will behave”. She turned away and took up her case, before turning back. “You know Dear, your bum really dos look good in leather. I’m sure if you wiggle it at your little friend she will come running”.

Alison Vorderman stood in silence for a few minutes as the last of Davinas perfume drifted away behind her. It took a while for her heart to calm and for the colour in her cheeks to die before she dared to call her young assistant in.
“Fearne dear. Could you come here please”.
As she waited for the teenage beauty she turned back to the photos and with an almost absent mindedness looked down at them, the mannequin was perfect in every detail. For some reason it made her shiver.

Tall and slim waisted, long legged and elegant, blessed with full and upturned breast, Fearne Williams was beautiful. With a stunning face, full lips, blue eyes and all framed by tumbling blonde hair, No other words were needed to describe her, she was just beautiful.
She could have had anyone she desired. Any boy would have fallen for her in an instant. However as she stood in the door way, the knock she was about to deliver to the door frame paused in mid air, she would forgo them all for one thing, the chance to press her face between the twin globes of her employers beautiful leather clad buttocks.
She had felt strong attraction to Alison Vorderman ever since she had shaken her hand at that first interview. The brunette was beautiful sexy, intelligent and kind, with a body well below her years and the dark eyed, high cheekboned face of a classic mature beauty. And now as she lent over her desk, with her polished leather bum presented to her in all it’s glory, the teenager imaged each perfect globe adorned with her own wet lip print.
“Fea….”, Alison stopped in mid call as she turned to find her assistant standing in the doorway.
Snapping her eyes from their resting place the young woman stood straight. “You…you called Ms Vorderman”.
Alison smiled, lost for a moment in her own secret delight, “Fearne, how many times, its Alison”.
“Sorry Alison. You called”.
“Yes dear, I’ll need you to open up tomorrow I have a meeting”.
The young woman smiled, “sure no problem”. There was a pause, “May I ask…”
“That was my partner…”, She noticed the stunned look in the girls eyes and stopped “…no not like that. Davina is my business partner”.
“Was…was she wearing?”.
“Latex. Yes, she owns a shop up by the station. That fetish shop?”
“Oh yes I’ve seen it”.
“You can’t really miss it dear. Anyway she seems to think we could learn a lot from her new set up”.
“From a shop like that?” Fearnes tone was light and inquisitive “like what?”
“Oh she’s got some new kind of mannequin, she reckons its boosted her trade and wanted me to go see it”.
“Can I come?”, The young woman’s voice was now full of excitement,
Alison laughed, “Oh no I’m not going up there, she is talking nonsense”.
“But we could go together”, Fearne said,
Alison paused she gazed for a moment at the beautiful young woman. “It’s after work, don’t you have anywhere better to be?”
“Can’t think of anywhere better than being with you”, Alison caught the sparkle of fun in her young assistants eyes and the embarrassed glow in her cheeks. “Wh..what I meant was I love this business. It would be good to learn more”.
Alison Vorderman smiled, and nodded “Very well and afterwards I’ll treat my eager assistant to a meal”
“Thanks Ms Vor…Alison”.
“Right. I have an arrangement to deal with first, so if it’s OK with you I’ll meet you there at 6”.

“Hello Fearne, it’s Ms Vorderman, yes Ms Vorderman. Where are you? It’s 6.15. I can’t wait any longer. If you get this and do get here, you will have to press the buzzer to get in”.
Alison snapped her phone shut, in annoyance and disappointment. She was annoyed she had allowed herself to be talked into coming to the shop, especially as now it seemed she would be on her own and disappointed that she would not get to spend an evening with her delightful assistant.
On the drive up there she had imagined them completing their visit swiftly, before going for a meal. She had imagined had them talking all evening, then perhaps she would have ‘accidentally’ touched Fearnes hand, the young beauty smiling at her but not pulling away. She had dreamt of entwining her fingers in hers and of ……
“God, woman!, You’re old enough to be her mother”, She thought snapping out of it. “She is probably out with her handsome boyfriend and who can blame her”
Alison Vorderman sighed and looked round once more at Davinas shop It had a clean and clinical front painted in white and gold. Its name ALL THAT SHINES. Adorned the window and it was into this she gazed.
The mannequin was clearly the one Davina had been so proud of and as she looked closer, ignoring the tiny ‘school mistress’ outfit which it displayed she had to admit it was impressive.
It was the amazing level of detail the mannequin possessed that caught her eye. Nothing was left out, from the smooth curves of her figure down to the ultra fine details of each finger and toe nail, from the sensual valley between its buttocks, visible through the lacing at the rear of the skirt, reflected in the backing mirror. To the intricacies of its face. Every detail was moulded to stunning perfection. However it was the face calm and beautiful which drew her closer to the glass. It was beautifully perfect, in every way. Eyes, lips, nose even the fine details of the ears and eyebrows had all been captured in gleaming polished black Vinyl.
Alison stepped back and had to admit to herself, it was very eye catching, yet some how?…..she shook her head. No it was just the light.


“Welcome to my world”. The voice greeted her as she entered the well-heated shop.
“Let’s make this quick Davina”, Alison said coolly as her partner approached.
With her long red hair tied into a high ponytail and her beautiful face freshly made up Davina Laws was as ever sheathed in shimmering latex, but gone now was the pretence of the business suit. Now she wore a skintight pale bronze catsuit, which moulded to every curve and angle of her stunning body as if it was coated in dark honey and flowed down to a pair of matching stiletto boots.
“That’s a very daring skirt Alison, I hope you weren’t wearing it for anyone special”
“I don’t have time for you”. Alison replied looking round. “Show me what you want, then I can go”.
The latex clad woman placed her hands firmly on her hips and smiled.
“God Alison, why won’t you let me put you into latex?. You’ve got a great body. For an older woman”.
For a long moment she just looked her partner up and down then with a smile and dramatic turn beckoned Alison though into the shop.
The air was warm and rich with the aroma of latex. Models displayed an array of styles Alison could never have imagined, some wildly outlandish and some shockingly familiar. A full pony suit, complete with head, in deep black, stood silently beside a perversion of a nuns habit. Alison shook her head. The shop was just as weird she had imagined.
“Now that would suit you”, Davina said pointing to a silent dummy sheathed in an ankle length, halter neck gown of vermillion latex, the ultra smooth material glistening wetly beneath the angled spot lights.
“It’s the sort of style perfect for the more mature woman”.
For a moment Alison nearly rose to Davinas bait, but she took a breath and sighed. “I don’t need the commentary Davina, just show me”.
“Or maybe a pair of those Latex pants. After all it’s only a short trip from leather to latex. Imagine wiggling your shiny bum at your cute friend in those”.
“Davina!, enough”.
Davina Laws turned and smiled, “You are quite right. I am sorry Alison. Besides personally I want to see you in that”.
Alison followed her eyes and gasped. “Good god”. The outfit was that of a Maid, it was Brilliant pink, impossibly short and trimmed with white and black lace at hem and neckline, and boasted a wide skirt that floated on a sea of shimmering petticoats. It was an outfit to be displayed in.
Alison looked away, she caught Davinas delighted smile and pushed passed her into the adjoining room.

The whole area was lit with a bright pure white light which sparkled of every surface, including the long red latex sheet, which covered the top half of a mannequin standing in the room centre.
“Perhaps you should take it for your friend. Don’t you think she would look cute in a latex maids dress”.
“Is this it?. Alison said fighting to ignore Davinas baiting.
The latex clad woman stopped in the door, her eyes momentarily drifted up her partners’ long legs and focused on her bum, moulded in the tiny grey skirt, which barely reached below the curve of her buttocks, she smiled and silently admitted her admiration.
“That’s it”. Her partner said with a sly smile, “Have a look, I think you will like it”.
Not wanting to waste any more time Alison stepped forward. The visible bottom half of the mannequin was very much like the one in the window, but somehow in this light it surface seamed smoother and shinier.
“I must admit Davina, yes it is a stunning Doll”, Alison said, drawing away the slippery red sheet to reveal its face, “The one in the window really dos catch the eye. Its got a …Oh my god”,
It was as if a hammer had struck her in the stomach making her stagger backwards, but this was no hammer blow, this was an event far more shocking. For gazing down at her, soft, sweet and beautiful was the face of her beloved assistant, cast now in smooth polished vinyl.
Davina cool and calm stepped forward and steadied her partner. “I knew you would like her”.
Alison drew breath, “But..but how?”.
Davina let her lips curl into a triumphant smile, she gazed into Alisons eyes as if implanting her own thoughts, “Cool mix, liquid vinyl”
“Oh my god”, Alison gasp. Stepping forward and tentatively running her hands down the polished beauties arms. The vinyl was slick and flawless and to Alisons deeper horror, warm.
“What have you done to her?”,
“Done to her?” Davina said in mock surprise. “What ever do you mean”.
Alison shook her head, she was in utter shock, her finger running helplessly over the gleaming body in search of some seam or opening, through which to strip the coating away.
“You have wanted to do that for a while haven’t you Alison, touch her like that”.
“What have you done to her, you bitch!”, Alison snapped turning back to her
Davina smiled calmly, and stroked a finger down her partners trembling arm, “What do you think I have done to her”. She purred
The older woman remained rooted to the spot, her head span, nothing was clear now. “You…you’ve, really?”, she mumbled
“Coated me in vinyl”.
Alison jumped at the familiar new voice, she shrugged of Davinas hands and turned to see Fearne silhouetted in the door way. But Alisons confused delight was short lived, because as the figure moved toward them it was clear this was not the same sweet beautiful Fearne she knew, this Fearne was sophisticated, cool, and sensual and clad entirely in glossy latex.
A tight T style blouse in brilliant red, which moulded about her full young breasts and emphasised the erect nipples beneath, vanished into a wide buckled, waist shaping, corset of deep liquid black. This in turn was teamed with a skintight pencil skirt of matching black latex, which clung about her hips and thigh, and rippled with a liquid like sensuality with each elegant step. Beneath this her legs were sheathed in brilliant red stockings and her feet shaped into elegant shoes with boasted the highest slimmest heels Alison had ever seen. The outfit was finished with polished black gloves.
Fearne moved passed her dumb struck employer and into the out stretch arms of the smiling Davina, who greeted her with a soft but lingering kiss on her red glossed lips and a sensual caress of her bum.
“You look wonderful Fearne”, Davina said proudly
The young girl smiled with real delight, “Thank you Auntie”.
Alison was in shock, the girl with the tumbling blonde hair before her was clearly the beauty she knew, but now she was reborn and even the stylish glasses which had always framed her stunning eyes, now had an air of commanding sensuality about them.
The pair looked at Alison and smiled.
“I’m sorry Alison”, said Davina, “it was my idea, to get you here, you had never excepted an invitation before”,
Alison stepped back, her head slowly clearing, “You mean this was all to get me to your shop”.
“I thought if, well, you might be persuaded by someone special”.
“I’m sorry Ms Vorderman, I did not mean to upset you”, Fearne smiled,
“And you are Davinas niece”.
The girl blushed seaming to remember the lingering kiss she had just shared. “Um..yes”.
Alison shook her head. “You are something Davina”.
The girl stepped forward, the ultra tight skirt glistening in the light. “It may not make things better”, she said, “but I was waiting for ages for you to try it on with me”
“Sorry?”, Alison, said taken aback
“you looked so sexy in those leather pants. I wanted so much to touch you”,
Alisons head span, she did not know which way to turn she knew the way to the moral high ground, but as the stunning Fearne stepped closer she did not step back. The girl reached out and an electric shock tingled up her arm as she touched her hand.
For a moment there was still, then slowly Fearne stepped in close and with soft warm lips kissed her. Alison felt her body melt, it was the most sensual tender kiss she had ever experienced. And she could feel her self beginning to glow.
“Thank you for caring about me”, Fearne breathed as their lips parted, “It was very kind of you. But did you really think Auntie Davina had turned me into a mannequin doll?”.
“I did not, know, I’ve always found this ‘Fetishy’ thing a bit odd.
“What did you think she had done to me” Fearnes voice dripped into Alisons ear like warm honey. “Covered me…… in plastic?, sealed me in vinyl?”.
“N..no, I thought, no I….”The older woman trembled and suddenly realised she had her hand resting softly on the girls’ latex clad buttocks. She also realised Fearne was slowly unbuckling the belt, which encircled her waist. “I’m not sure”.
“Did you think…..”,
The belt slipped from Alisons waist and in an instant the girls fingers were nimbly at work on the buttons of her shiny satin blouse,
“……she had stripped me naked?, prepared my body? and oiled my skin?….”,
The older woman was now lost in a sea of sensuality, fuelled by the younger girls touch. Her blouse was open and she felt a slick latex glove slip round her waist.
“Did you think she had bound me?, positioned me? and sprayed me?, sprayed me slowly and smoothly, taken her time?, starting at my feet and working upwards until my entire body was sealed within a new smooth skin of polished vinyl?. Perhaps I had moaned and begged for her to stop, but she would not, she would not until i fell silent within the vinyl’s cool embrace and until a perfect mannequin was born”.
Stunned, Alison nodded, she could not find words, for as she turned her face to Fearnes she felt the zipper of her skirt descend and the tiny wisp of material fall to the floor..
“And did it turn you on”.
Again a silent nod.
“I am so glad….”, Softly Fearnes lips touched Alisons, “…Because that is what we are going to do to you”.
The words took a few brief moments to push through the sensual haze, but when they did Alison snapped her head away.
It was all she could get out and before she could react she felt a slick smooth film of latex stretch and slither down over her head. Fingers fumbled and smoothed the hood down and despite her sharp movements she could not prevent the neck from enclosing her throat.
Alison Vorderman, staggered backwards her hands desperately clawing at the hood which now enclosed her head in a hot moist shroud.
“What the hell, get this off me”, she mumbled and gasped, ”Davina you bitch, get it…god I’m…suffocating”, she stumbled and found herself holding onto the mould of Fearne mannequin.
“Relax, Alison”, Davina said calmly, “If you calm down you can breath. You have a breath training hood on. If you stop fighting and concentrate on breathing you will be fine. But if you struggle against us you will…….well please don’t. I promise you will come to no harm”.
Alisons head began to spin, she slumped to the foot of the mannequin. Her fingers now helplessly fumbled at the smothering hood, pulling and stretching, but it was hopeless and as her body weakened and her movements slowed she looked up through the milky haze of the translucent latex at the silent polished beauty above her and imagined the impossible fate witch was to befall her.

“Can we go and play, for a while?”, Fearne breathed as her lips slipped from her aunts, “This has made me so horny”.
Davina slipped her hands round to cut the girls latex buttocks, “Later Fearne dear, later, we must focus on our new arrival”.
“Oh please, Aunty”, Fearne slipped away from Davinas arms and pouted like a child.
Davina smiled, she knew that look. “Now don’t be naughty Fearne”, she stepped closer and kissed her naughty niece on her pout, “besides I have a surprise for you later for being such a good girl”.
The girl’s eyes widened in delight. “What is it, what is it?”
“You will see, all I will say is, large jar of honey…and a vac bed…..built for two”.
As Fearnes eyes sparkled , Alisons spun. The older woman shook her head and slumped forward.
Davina smiled. “I think we can begin”.

Alison was still awake, but as her head became misted by the lack of air, she was little more than a spectator to her captors plans. She struggled weakly, her arms tired and limp, she pushed against Davina as she eased away her silk panties and tried to kick as Fearne did the same for her shoes, but she had the strength of a baby and in moments she was naked and exposed. Very exposed.
“My you are a secret one”, Davina said as she allowed her fingers to drift over Alisons smooth hairless pussy. “Who were you keeping this for?”
“Please no”, Alison moaned, as her hands limply tried brushing Davinas away.
“Lets just see how far you went”, The smiling woman gentley slid her fingers between her helpless partner thighs and eased them round until they found her most private opening. She was totally smooth. Davina smiled and pressed.
Alison drew a breath so deep and sharp the latex hood collapsed in a perfect suffocating skin across her face. Davina held her for a moment, felt her tremble, then released and as she did, the older woman drifted into unconsciousness.

Alison awoke with s jolt. It was not a painful jolt but a shocking one, she shook her head clear and breathed fresh air. The hood was gone. It took a moment to focus her eyes and when they did she found herself, still in the brightly lit room, the Freane mannequin standing silently to her right and the door in front of her. Also in front of her was a chrome and glass machine, with two wide domes on top, one filled with a clear honey coloured fluid, the other white. From the sides of the machine snaked a series of tube and pipes and across its front ran a line of lights and dials.
But what was most unnerving was the fact that she was bound star fashion, by fingertip and toe, between an upright frame of polished black steel and wearing what looked like, a slightly to big, catsuit of transparent vinyl.
“Davina”, she called, “Dav…..”, As she struggled, a sensation passed up though her body making her words catch in her throat. Startled she looked down to see a fine tube snaking from her smooth pussy,
“It’s a catheter”, Davinas voice came from behind.
“What the hell, are you doing, Let me go, get that thing out of me”.
“Don’t be silly Alison”, Davina appeared beside the bound woman, a smile on her face. “ How else are you going to be able to pee”.
“Your ‘re crazy, you are not being serious”.
“Very Alison, very serious, indeed. By the morning you, my beautiful partner, with be in my window, my silent partner”.
As Davina moved to take up one of the tubes from the chrome machine, Alison pulled on the frame but she could no free herself, “What is that?”, she asked.
Davina looked down at the tube, “This one is a highly enriched nutrant for your skin, After all you are going to be totally encased for quite a few months and this”, she took up a second tube “Is a bonder to cement the vinyl onto your body”.
Davina spoke with such chillingly calm matter of factness that Alison was struck dumb. She shook her head and laughed.
“Stop this now Davina, you have had your pervy fun, lets all laugh at boring Alison, I know. But enough is enough.Now LET ME OUT!”.
Davina shook her head. And with a cool “No” knelt before her.
Alison watched in growing dread as, quickly, Davina connected the tubes to small inlets at each ankle of the limp catsuit.
“Davina!, Davina stop this now. The is insane, you can not turn people into mannequins”.
“Auntie said you would recognise her”. From the over side Fearne stepped into view, her tight latex outfit glistening wetly in the bright light. “I knew you wouldn’t”.
“Who, I don’t understand, recognise wh…..”, Alisons voise suddenly froze, her eyes widened in realisation. The image of the mannequin in the window filled her head, “Kelly!”, she gasped. “Oh my God no, Kelly”.
“We had to drug her, so she was asleep when we sealed her. But you need not worry, she is wide awake now, Though I don’t know if she understands what has happened to her”.
“YOU BITCH!”, Alison cried, “YOU BI……NO!”, Her outburst was cut short by Fearne suddenly stretching the catsuits hood, which until then had laid limply on Alison chest, up and over her head. Taking care to ensure the short breathing tubes were slipped into each nostril, she continued stretching it down until it met the high collar at the back of her neck. Alison shook and struggled but with ease Fearne applied a film of adhesive to the neckline and in moments Alison was glued inside.
“Please Davina no, please”, Alison cried, her words making the hood flutter and balloon, “Take me if you must, but not Kelly Please not my daughter”.
“No Alison, no, this way saves all the investigations that would ensue. Mother and daughter vanish, distraught business partner, vows to continue on in her name. Simple”.
“You mean this was all over my shop!”
“Our shop Alison, our shop, the shop you chose. The location I wanted. Yes Alison it is as simple as that”.
“Please no, Davina Please”.
Alison begged, but without further words Davina stepped back to the machine and with a couple flicked switches brought the chrome and glass device to life.

Alisons heart raced in terror, as with a smooth movement, the fluid contained in the glass bowls began to flow through the tubes and into the catsuit.
Desperate now Alison struggled in her bonds,
“Davina, please oh god please, I beg you don’t. You, you can have the shop”. Each movement took more breath and brought a richer heat to her enclosure, but there was nothing she could do to prevent the fluids slow advance. “Davina!”

And slow it was, painfully, tauntingly slow, it would take 5 minutes for the fluid to cover up to her ankles and another 3 hours, 3 long, terrified, mercy begging hours before it made its final slow, unstoppable creep up the smooth line of her neck and began to smother her beautiful terror filled face.
As the fluid reached her lips she closed them in defiance, then tilting her head back as far as she could ,she prevented the fluid form reaching her nostrils until it was already covering the majority of her head. It tickled her eyes, she blinked as it overran them forcing them shut and in that blindness she surrendered, her head tipped forward and the last of the precious space within the vinyl skin was filled with fluid.
Alison struggled as best she could, but she was weak and breathless. She hung for what felt like a life time, her mind full of terror not just for herself but for her beloved Daughter and the realisation that she too had suffered such a fate. She hung for a lifetime.

Then softly she felt something enter the tubing at her nostrils. Despite the fluid covering them Alisons eyes widened in shock as a momentary pain shot though her head. Something was squeezed up her nostrils and flowed down her throat. Through the filmy haze surrounding her she could she Davina smiling, she could see her lips moving but no sound reached her ears.
“The anaesthetic should make feeding her easier”, Fearne said taking the little suringe from her aunt.
“Well we don’t want to make life difficult for her do we dear”. Davina laughed. “Bring over the rig please”.
The young girl stepped back and wheeled over a pair of semi-circlular chrome walls imbedded in which were rolls of small bulbs. She placed one wall behind the barely moving vinyl prisoner and the other before her, pushing them close.
Within the hazy vinyl world all the activity was a blur to Alison, but what followed was not.
The light took her by surprise, It’s intensity forcing her to close her eyes as instantly she was bathed her in an deep sun like heat.
Alison felt the vinyl skin come to life before her captors could see it. It rippled and trembled, across her breasts, it whispered and sighed in her ears and slowy, ever so slowly, it began to shrink.
Davina smiled at the startled moans which passed Alisons open nostrils. She looked at the clock, then at the machine and then at Fearne.
“Not long now ”.

But for the slight, stretching squeak of Vinyl, To Fearne and her smiling Aunt the swift steady shrinking of the vinyl suit was done in almost silence. However for poor Alison Vorderman, the sound of the tightening vinyl was a terrifying soundtrack of panted breath, startled moans and of a constant, slow, stretching, like fingers on a taut balloon. But it did not just tighten, it consumed her, consumed her totally. It imprisoned her every crease and curve, every dimple and detail moulding them anew in a flawless film of perfectly smooth vinyl.
“Oh god!”, she screamed inside, “Oh God please let me out”,
Her mind raced with images of her poor Daughter, of the perfect reproduction of her body and struggled to fight the image of her self moulded, silent and still,
“No no you can’t, oh please, please”, But no matter how her mind cried out, she knew release would not come.
She felt the vinyl move across her face, in a strangely sensual caress, but this was not the breath of a lover, this caress, became tighter, and more instant with each moment. She felt the vinyl, stretching smoothly over her lips and nose, flowing like liquid into her ears and eyes, tighter tighter, turning her face into a smooth mask of beauty.

Suddenly the light died and Alison sensed movement beyond her world, She felt a finger on her shoulder and distant muffled words. It was a soft finger running down her arm to draw a line of fire about her nipples.
Silently she begged for mercy.
“Not bad” She heard Davina say, “Couple more minutes with the hand helds on the finer details”.
“Can I do her…..”.
Davina smiled, “Go on then but make sure it is tight and open, we don’t want her too uncomfortable”.
Alison tensed as she felt a soft hand on her buttocks, a gentle hand but firm. It eased her buttocks apart, stretching the vinyl even further and as the young woman drew a finger along the valley between Alisons humiliation was complete.
A heat began to fall on her parted buttocks and to her horror she felt the vinyl flutter and tense across her offered anus, before in a smooth movement melt up into the dark tunnel.
Alison let out a startled moan which made Davina smile, she turned off the hand held heater which she had been playing across the woman’s left nipple and moved close to her ear.
“Is that nice?” she said softly caressing the now very tight bud,
If there had been any room for tears beneath her new skin, Alison Vorderman would have shed them.

The pair continued playing the heaters over her body for a few more minutes, allowing the vinyl to settle into its final position. But finally they stepped back to admire the stunning effect.
“Perfect”, Fearne said proudly
“Nearly”, Davina added. She stepped to Alisons silent form and with a deft touch of a blade, that did not disturb the skin beneath, cut away the enclosing vinyl about Alisons eyes.
Alison blinked in the light and for a moment of utter blinding delight she thought she was to be set free, but no. As she watched, muted within her new skin, Davina took up a thin black tinted lens. Swiftly she coated its edges with vinyl bonder and offered it to her exposed right eye.
“Now we don’t want you feeling to cut of, do we dear”.
Gently she pressed it home and instantly the world took on a dark tint. As Davina repeated the task with the other eye, pushing the lens home it felt to the helpless silent Alison that she had been sealed away again.
“Don’t worry no one will be able to see in, you will be quite alone”.

With her heart pounding so fast she thought it must burst, Alison could see through her new dark tinted eyes, Davina return to the chrome and glass machine and with Fearnes help change one glass domes for one filled with jet black fluid. They then took up the abandoned pipes and fitted them with what appeared to be chrome guns, with narrow flat nozzles.
For a few minutes they toyed with the controls on the front panel. The machine hummed into life.
“Looks it Auntie. Try it on the panel”.
Alisons heart stopped as a fine mist of gloss black burst from the thin nozzle of the gun to coat the bare panel in a perfect deep glass black enamel.
Until that moment it had not dawned on her that she was a clear honey colour and the other mannequins were a deep liquid black. However as Davina and Fearne turned to her, the chrome guns with trailing tubes in there hands Alison understood.
She cried out in silent protest as the first burst of black enamel touched her skin Even through the vinyl skin it was cold.
With long elegant strokes Davina drew the gun back and forth each pass, laying a perfect film of black across Alisons smooth skin, coating her, covering her, sealing her into her final perfect polished perfection. An action which to poor wide eyes Alison was all to clear.
She felt the enamel drift up her legs to her thighs, then about her crutch and bum. She felt Fearne take care to ensure the valley between her smooth buttocks was fully coated, before continuing up her spine. Meanwhile her sensual Aunt seamed to be taking her time on coating her breasts, directing the nozzles onto the perfect curves from every angle. She smiled. She knew she was driving Alison crazy.
The artists slowly moved their gums up the extended arms, covering every millimetre of vinyl in black, liquid enamel, before returning down to her throat. Davina stood before her captive partner, smiling, she knew Alison could see her and with a slow tantalising movement she drew close and placed her lips to hers in a silent kiss of betrayal.

The first mist of enamel fell onto Alisons chin in a smooth line, Then with cool control Davina drew the gun across her face, working upwards, lips, nose, cheeks, but avoiding her eyes. She moved to the back sealing her entire head in gloss black, before once more coming before her. She paused
“Don’t you look hot”, she smiled, “But Don’t blink, I want you to see this”,
It was a final cruel humiliating taunt, before, with that same smooth movement, she misted the enamel across her eyes and Alison Vorderman was gone.

She did not know how long she remained tied to the frame, minutes, hours, it all seamed the same, it did not really matter now. Actually it took 2 more hours for the enamel coating to dry but once it had she heard the pair return.
Alison felt her self untied, yet for a moment she remained a ridged star. It was not until she felt the familiar intense warmth of the heaters on her joints that, with a little pressure, she was eased into the more familiar pose of a silent shop mannequin.
Suddenly the dimly tinted light returned through her lenses as Fearne cleaned them of enamel. However Alison would have wished to remain blind, for before her reflected in the cruelly placed mirror was a stunning deeply glossed Mannequin, a life size, life like doll, perfect in every detail, silent, still and beautiful.
For a moment Davina stared into the face of her now Ex-partner, but then turned to her nieces voice,
She was looking down at a spreading pool of golden fluid that was streaming from the tube which snaked from the mannequins pussy. Davina smiled. “Oh dear it seams Alison is a little unsettled”.


To anyone passing the shop the scene would not have seemed to unusual, two Mannequins motionless and silent, being prepared by a young shop assistant.
The girl was young and very beautiful, dressed in skin-tight red latex pants and a matching black and red trimmed T-shirt. Again that was not too odd, after all it was a fetish shop, not that old one up by the station, but the new one, in the centre of town, you know it, the one that used to be the boutique.
The first Mannequin was dressed in what could only be described as a riding outfit. Red latex jacket covered a tight white blouse, Whilst smooth leggings, led down to polished high heeled boots. In her motionless hand she held a crop.
The other mannequin was naked and it was she whom the pretty the shop girl was attending. She was smoothing a paste across its smooth glossy body, a creamy pink paste. Not that strange I know, after all she was only cleaning it.
No, what might have seemed unusual though was the surprising, all most loving care with which she took in buffing the cream off. Her touch seemed light, sensual, unnecessarily lingering, as if it were a caress.
Still, perhaps she just loved her job.
As the young girl knelt back to admire her work, a second older woman entered. Again she too wore tight latex, a simple skirt and blouse. In her hands she carried a brilliant pink latex dress, a maids dress, trimmed with white and black lace. It was the sort of outfit that would both display itself and the wearer to perfection.
She held the dress up before the naked mannequin and smiled.
“look what I have for you today”. She purred.
Now that was odd.

Thank you for reading
If you liked this story, or even if you did not, please send me your comments at E mail address, sweetandylatex@sissify.com of course in comments too.


Tuesday, August 03, 2010

my first boots

as per my earlier entries on the start of my fetishes in secret origins, i have just found the exact same boots i used to own a long time ago which my parents threw away when i wasn't looking.

they're currently listed on ebay here and has a variety of more images in the listings.

sadly the wrong size and of course now a heel way too low for me. if i can remember that far back i may have even been sleeping in them only to have TSG re-awaken my boot fetish in last couple of years.


The Latex Genie

i utterly love this story by phantomdotexe on Deviant Art which can be found here. and if it were me i'd be very happy in the new situation.

so where can all the new latex fetish stories be found these days?


a new rendered caption

sent in by John who i think is somewhere in the UK or Europe possibly. the shine of the surfaces is just perfect. actually when i finally get a mannequin of my own i may have to lacquer her so she's not only fiber glass but also slick and shiny too.


Sunday, August 01, 2010

the asfr meme in the UK

thanks to LostWolverine on Fetlife in the UK for kindly sending me these links; first Microsoft:

then a music video which includes Liberty X who is already known for their pvc, latex and general kinks;


if only it was that simple

another great caption from TSG.

do you see a trend here?