there's a new RP area in SL

and you can guess where i ended up.. although i did get stuck in mud first.

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maybe i should have cake or something?

i had done some math and i figured it was a few months early. nope....

anyone notice?

must make me an expert or leader in this fetish field. sponsors? ad space for latex etc...

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and 2016 isn't over yet...

another one gone. 

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they probably look much better in the shop

on a couture styled mannequin.

faded denim and cut offs - just say no.

the smoked black ones would of worked better imho. you can get either styles on Aliexpress HERE.

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not sure if its a real issue?

loose and tight with pastel colours

more chic and couture than the normal deep black in bulk rubber. found on the net so no idea who made it.

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weighted blankets, hugs, rubber and BDSM?

all linked? just a theory. the secret of corset addiction?

a bit more information on weighted blankets is at www.mosaicweightedblankets.com . does that make BDSM dommes therapists? 

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christmas latex from Fetish Chimera

one i revisit but have yet to rewrite

its a great fashion image and there's so much potentially going on it needs a great story.

- has all her friends been captured? - is the blank mannequin about to absorb the last of the friends who has discovered them all trapped? - is it the mannequin takeover? - is it magic or adanvanced science? - a waxwork or museum?

these an other exciting endings might one day get answered by me - but feel free to end this kinky cliffe hanger in your own way but do share the results.

sort of reminds me of the semi permenant location in the shadowbox at estate obscure in second life.

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love this caption and image

yes please Amanda B...

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lost then found

i had wanted to use this photo in a post for another story but too late and i misplaced it and wanted to meet my own self imposed deadlines to satisfy those silent readers out there.

so here it is.

feel free to write a cap or a story around it.

i'll get to it soon.

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the 360 images are there as a a start

just the google cardboard like headset isn't working with my eyes. i wear 1x glasses for reading (sometimes) so focus is way off and there's no way to adjust on my 20$ cheapo vr headset with my new smart phone.

so digging around on the treasure chest that is Ali-Express i think i'll order these ones shortly. available here.

now supposedly there was an app to view SL in 360 VR but no word on that. bet it will happen so in the meantime with the help from; Illiastra Ascendent  in world he shots three photo's which i posted as 2d in the previous entry.

more examples and links are: The Illiastra Panoramic Camera: 360-degree images of Second Life

if your a keen SL person and snapper - why not shoot 360?

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where i am in Second Life - now in 360 VR

estate obscure... from three pov's and one looking out from where i am locked up.

hope this works.

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now we know where their latex comes from

we knew it was from London but being the EU center of latex, there were a few brands and shops to choose from. recently spotted on FB by a reader it seems Femm____ is sourcing their latex from House of Harlot.

Jpop due wear latex and pose as mannequins... more on their instagram account here

and of course a video: 



do let me know which you like the best of their songs and videos.

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it practically writes itself

i've not written it but its a cap i found, loved the image but not the text and was prompted by my current situ in Second Life. meanwhile my head is is somewhere with a photographer who hasn't followed through as yet due to travel and 'flakey models/makeup/hairstylists'.

perhaps i should just offer it to the Rubber Sisters for a few months so i can appear in their productions by proxy? or how about they realise their RL look in SL so everyone can wear them?

btw - thats a massive hint for all you writers to do something with this... 

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meanwhile seasonal window in UK

actually it was 2010...

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found and updated..

someone elses caption whose image i liked but being me i wanted much more....

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text continues:

Just stare deeply into my eyes and your journey into transformation can begin.
Let the light from my eyes wash over your mind so I can make the many indelible changes to you.
You are to be shaped, trimmed, tailored ever so to my designs. My artificial look reproduced in your malleable flesh like so much putty. You’ll never feel a thing - no need for any fear. No pain and henceforth only pleasure is possible as you loose yourself in eyes.

There will be nothing left of you after this you’ll learn, my look will consume you into a freshly minted glossy gynoid.

My soothing voice will continue to saturate your thoughts when your undergoing my upgrade. My unique gift. Orders, commands, routines seep in and become permently etched there. Automated responses will forever now be your core. Oh you may want to revolt, but that simply won’t be possible once activated. Programmed, compliant, automatic and under my command. Isn’t that what you wanted?

All you will hear is my voice. When your permitted to speak even - well that is another deep change I will have executed on your flesh by the time your completed. Laser trimmed and shaped vocal cords to closely match mine. A mere beautiful echo. My technology is beyond your comprehension. Permanent colour embedding where needed from head to toes. Eyes, lips, eyebrows to match the best 5th avenue mannequin. Full denuding including your hair. Your artificial beauty will mirror mine. Your hair synthetic, light and voluminous. Skin tone will be made uniform like all dolls. As if freshly dipped in paint. No blemishes or signs of wear - of your former existence. Another aspect of your humanity taken by me.

Finally before I wake you to your new clockwork submission the chrome that finally shapes and binds you so completely is sealed - welded on. Never able to be removed. Defining and utterly restricting you in oh so many levels.

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She approaches to your frozen body. All you can do is blink now your so deep under her control. She taps the center of your forehead and you are ‘off’. Blackness - nothing.

’Tap’ and your conscious returns like a light switch and yet still frozen. You have no idea how much time has passed or even where you are now. You feel no pain from extensive intrusive surgery or ‘moulding’ its healed a long time ago.

Stage one is complete and the skin deep changes are total. Your doing well. All primed for the chrome enclosure that sets you apart from any sign of humanity. This makes you mine.

She opens a case and pulls out the matching mirrored torso to her own elegant yet impossible shape. She splits in in half and shows you the intricate inner details you could never had imagine. A wearable chrome iron lady. You can’t comprehend how you could even fit in it. You try to squirm in horror, to react in anyway but you can’t. Its lined with countless needles which runs up the wearers spine, special array of needles and protrusions for nipples and breasts then bellow - shaped silver extensions for front and back.

When I explained this goes beyond beautifying to you in my image I was purposely remiss in all the details less you object and  break the initial spell; the chrome shell penetrates you oh so thoroughly. This just doesn’t shape you - it makes you a puppet. Oh yes there are now multitude of commands embedded deeply in your mind from the six months you were ‘off’, healing and being programmed then tested. I can freeze you in a classic mannequin pose and leave you “off” for any time I like. You’d never know.

But this is the hardware that enables them so much further. It also brings you pleasure and so much more as it interfaces with your spine and nerves. The two ‘extensions’ bellow - well those are obvious and familiar even too you. You will be self contained no and no longer need to eat or excrecate. So much more room in you to create a wasp waist with all those biological requirements simply no longer needed. This means its also an essential life support so it will never be removed.

An artificial being made you to mirror her and she is now your owner, your now my doll and toy. Your wish has been realised in glossy metal and plastic.

inspired...

found this on Samatha deSavoury's Caption blog and the source was here!

now i'm wondering about a tattoo and this would work as a transfer.



well i am a Muse.... (no one got that??)

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Mary Jale's reason for loving rubber

Mary Jale 'I love rubber ,because i feel sexy and strong with especially when i'm fully covered i also love the smell it is the best perfume a rubberlover could have.'

retro

pick a card....

a good time to buy latex from England...

 not sure what will happen after the election however.

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if your in London and like latex...

and any one going please report back. plenty of time to plan and book tickets to fly in special.

or perhaps i'll just send them my head? whats there postal address?

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as sirens wail in the distance

apologies to the Rocky Horror Picture Show...

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automated submission in virtual worlds....

the above image is from somewhere on web and years old.  i found when going through an old back up external HDD and there were different shots, close ups and much better res and it prompted me to do this post. first off anyone know the source and have better scans?

reason for it triggering a spark in my head is a) current immobile situ in second life b) trying a google samsung vr thing at a shop c) discovering they are already making first person porn films for it.

yes there's only one so far but right now if you have that or the other devices (MicroSoft just announced one and Sony has one coming) you can enter a 360 video of The Virtual Dungeon.  

do let me know if you try it or have a working solution set up. if you have a really good high res smartphone you just need a google cardboard or the more complex strap on devices (not that type of strap-on). here's on an ebay from HK with ship under 15$ VR BOX Goggles 3D Glasses a really fast and newer mobile will be needed.

is there a way to run second life on the android phone then view in VR? i don't move much in world so it would be neat to try.

also let me know if there are latex and doll fetish VR movies / worlds out there? a first hand induction by the Rubber Sisters would be amazing. think i'll email them..  or perhaps a mannequin pov from a London fetish shop - trapped on display.

this is all new to me so please please post any ideas or links in comments.

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eurpean or french styled puffa coat

 well its starting to get cold so i've had a thought - also means i can stay warm with latex as day wear of course; its time for a new winter coat!!!

so i remember seeing _somerwhere_ on _someone a shaped puffa coat to knee length and the big difference is the collar was utterly different - large and wrapped and not fur.

the top one in red is the closest then i also remember some i've seen are in patent pvc - so that would be good. 

ideally i'd like the top most but larger encomposing collar and the style of the bellow in shiny black pvc.

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you need the right word

after trying multiple ways and searches i finally found some of the shoes i've been eyeing and fixated on.

first trick is 'scooped heel' is what they used to be called - curved heel brought up a few more hits in google images, then discovered they're now called 'gravity heels'

sadly they're either wrong color in teeny sizes (on ebay), came and went in the shops or online sites or designer versions costing 500$ minimum. if i have 500$ its going on latex.

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anyone read german

a translation or just re-caption them?

a photo version of Andy Latex's illustrations?

original source is the previous magazine published by Marquis called <> apparently. were there more like these series published? anyone have the source copies for better scans and the other editions? 

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has anyone seen these heels???

the shiny scooped heel/wedges on the right? where can i find them?

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the shadowbox - Desires

backstory for my possibly permenant location at Estate Obscure in Second Life

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The Shadow Display
by Asudem Latex

Lisa had always been fascinated by window displays and the timeless beauties held in the elegant displays along Manhattan’s streets. Sometimes she felt a pang of jealousy and wanted to join them and simply get away from her day to day busy world and be totally still - to be perfect in the best clothes and most expensive designer shoes. On her salary she could never afford the couture clothes on display. The mannequins seemingly taunted her. This fuelled both her desires and jealousy. She navigated her way to work to pass the best window displays the city had to offer. She sometimes even snapped photos with her cell of ones that caught her fancy which now had almost reached the limit of its memory. She avoided the mundane ones and went for the stylised scenes - ones that implied… Strangely compared to most people; there was little else in the way of photos on her phone.

Cutting across the city to save some time en route to a new freelance client she realised that she hadn't been this way in a long time. Stores were so quick to change in this overly fashionable ghetto; being bought out or sold every six months or even simply made over by new stylists with a new 'look' to prove. This small boutique was definitely new and simply showed a nice entrance way scene in their massive display. No mannequins were visible so she couldn't tell what was being sold. It was a very minimal and clean design - like a stage one could say. Was it the furniture on show? Rather all that visible from the street was a shadow; a ghostly model posed. 

She couldn't tell what the outline was wearing besides super high heels and an utter model look of the pose which was far taller and dramatically curved than she was. It wasn't that she was ugly - just a bit too plain. A tight budget didn’t help of course. Another deep seated insecurity that lead her to gaze of fabulous window displays that promised so much. One day she'd have a full make over stylist and all she kept promising herself.

Perhaps the new store was a work in progress and there were much more to come. The window itself was very thick as well and the shadow figure somewhere between the wide panes of glass.

Some very very stylish and modern typography was used on the bottom left corner of the window display in white text. 'DESIRE" it proclaimed in bold script which appeared to glow from within. The store didn't appear to be open as she approached the display. She thought too herself for a moment and realised for that matter there didn't appear to be a door either. Maybe it was on the other side of the city block she mused to herself to explain the enigma. She simply came down the wrong street. Curiosity finally took hold of her and she tapped the glass over outline of the tall mannequin shape.

In a flash of white light the world spun for Lisa as if she was about to faint as her head became light.

In the blink of an eye the window seems to vibrate as the figure on the glass wavers into nothingness and the window becomes in that moment perfectly clear as if it was never there at all.

The pane of glass pushes outward suddenly in one continuos clear solid block like jello which she falls into and stuck like a fly and it absorbs her utterly. Trapped - she is drawn inexorably into its center - the very fabric of the frame as it retracts to its former display, her being being absorbed into the glass block.

As Lisa regains consciousness she hears a woman's warm creamy voice say; "welcome to your Desires. Now on show for all the world to see”.

She feels her limbs tighten up, freezing them into immobility - now posed exactly as the shadow she once touched.

Her clothes melted away and she's left nude and plastic taking on the shadows obvious model stance. All she can do is look out as euphoric and almost orgasmic waves over take her. She's collapse like jello if she wasn't embedded in the window. Bit by bit the thick jello like pane of glass digests her, changing her shape and flesh into that of a mannequin that looks very much her on a new body. Make up, hair and skin is now perfect and flawless. She's still very much nude and poised on her tip toes without heels.

The window, finished with its task, then retreats and deposits her in the center of the display with nothing more in the space. The lights are just perfect so she can see her full length reflection in it and at the same time outside to the street.

‘My god I'm gorgeous she thinks to herself' her makeup now paint on her plastic body, smokey eyeshadow brings out her eyes which are now a far brighter green than they ever were. Sparkling like shiny glass. Perhaps they were?

She's hypnotised by her own reflection and can't stop being locked into a loop of looking at herself. Its like she’s somehow been merged with a blank mannequin, some of her unique features remain - the shape of here eyebrows if styled, the colour of her yes, the dip in the top of her lip. She’s not been erased and replaced by the mannequin - just idealised within it beyond her comprehension. Long lush eyelashes, poutier lips, deeper shaped cheekbones. She has been idealised by mannequins beauty spell.

An hour or so later a door open in the side and she hears a woman 'we have one caught now and she's perfect' to someone in the distance. She can't turn, but can observe whats happening in the massive windows reflection. Her clothes and purse are in a pile in the corner - rejected like a cats coughed up hairball. The owner picks it all ups but goes through her purse first. Turns on the cellphone and looks at the photo’s. She lets out ‘interesting’ to no one in particular.

She approaches Lisa and puts her in a pair of killer 6 inch heels from a new shoebox. Somehow Lisa remains balanced and doesn't topple over during the window dressers attention. She recognises the classic red sole of the Louboutins - worth more than she made during a month and they fit her impossibly perfectly.

'We didn't expect it to work or even make a catch so soon, we barely opened, so we'll need to leave for the day to plan the display now. Thank your for joining us, we'll bring your deepest desires to life.’ smiling as she repeated the windows promise aloud.  Glancing down at Lisa’s phones, swipes to pass through 100’s of mannequin photos there in. ‘We will make you art here' as she caressed Lisequin with the entire world watching. The waves of pleasure shuddered though her still body and if she could move she'd jump this stranger immediately. She looked at Lisa straight in her sparkling green glass eyes and "Yes, your perfect. We needed someone with a certain.... aptitude..." she peeks at the image collection again - ‘Oh and so much work you’ve done for us already - its like you were made for this’ she smiles and laughs.

She leans in and casually kisses her deeply on Lisa's frozen crimson glossy lips, her arms snaking around the back of Lisa's head to hold her tenderly and close to kiss much deeper. This was no night club air kiss, this window dresser had a deep and passionate need for Lisa. Her hand snakes up from behind and a slight tug on her hair and the window dresser has pulls off her short locks as if it was nothing more than a wig. She smiled broadly, giggled a bit to herself and left with Lisa's hair leaving Lisa to stare back at her reflected form looking like so many undressed she had seen countless times before on the streets of Manhattan. A bald tall mannequin waiting to be dressed. No one would know it was her, no one could begin to recognise her. Lisa's new freelance job would just be passed on to someone else.

The window-dresser disappears then re-appears in the display a moment later; ‘We can’t leave you like this now can we?” she holds up a mid back length wavy pink synthetic wig and expertly puts in in place. She then pulls out a wide roll of tinted blue saran wrap and wraps it tightly around the mannequin over and over till an improvised short dress is made. It barely covers her crotch and a a mere double layer is left over her surprisingly detailed nipples. Likewise her pussy isn’t smooth like a dolls it has some shape and detail although still utterly nude. The window dresser notices her eyes examining herself in the reflection and to drive the point home caresses her space bellow then bother her saran wrapped breasts……

Standing back she comments ‘yes that will hold until the formal fitting and dressing - revealing but mysterious, stylish but minimal’. She pulls out Lisa’s mobile and takes several photo’s add to her hundreds of existing mannequin windows.

‘Just one of the New Yorks finest window displays now’ pausing on the way out of the display enclosure with an afterthought ‘Oh, these are such great photo’s I’ll up them to a gallery site so everyone can enjoy them and you… perhaps others will seek you out and we’ll gladly let them be absorbed and join you’

She then takes out her own phone and proceeds to …. ‘just for my own collection, my own enjoyment. Perhaps I’ll publish a book one day?’ winking she leaves.

an now for some sureal culture...

Das Triadische Ballet.

next gen for RLV and Second Life?

Sarotis: Wearable Futures from Interactive Architecture Lab on Vimeo.

Dollification Plasticification - What's Trending Now

apparently causing a bit of storm..  and how to do it bellow.

now i'd like to see some fashion shoots where the models arms, face and legs is done this way. any bets how long for a style / fashion magazine to jump on board?






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China unveils first interactive robot

can we download our minds into them yet? sort of the reverse of Second Life.

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where did they go?

back to space? loved their shaped coats.

years later theirs a paris runway ready to wear coat that was definitely along the same lines. as latex reacts rather rapidly to heat or cold, i'd want something like this, chlorinated and down filled.

any designers can help? or someone to point me in the right direction? i also love those huge collar down winter coats. sort of retro space girl 50's look. one of those with an outer layer of latex and soft warm down inside would be ideal. i'll post a photo of one when i find it.

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make over with latex....

more shots found on an old back up drive. gotta be a story here.. feel free to caption or write an entire story.

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