Showing posts with label slave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slave. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 March 2013

Boots and the blokes that worship 'em.

I've blogged about my obsession with boots before but I'm often coming across great images by and of others who clearly share my passion! Nothing beats an eager tongue on leather, especially that of a tall and tightly laced boot belonging to a dominant man. Enjoy.


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21210Totally lickable!


45214Love this skin flick..


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66544Leather AND boots.  Very hot.


87451By Sly Hands


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654421Where you belong.


654412My perfect view.


990382My perfect position.


3221546Lace em up good and tight!


5451223Submissive boot bliss.


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Sunday, 6 January 2013

Found a new recliner for the lounge.

[caption id="attachment_1669" align="aligncenter" width="468"] Just strap me into the restraints![/caption]

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Ball Stretching in Rubber

If you've not seen Master Ralf's videos on Xtube before you really should check them out. He's posted some great rubber and bondage clips with lots of chains and electro thrown in. I really like the interaction between him and his rubberboys so will be posting a few of my favourite clips in the weeks to come.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

"Get yer ass out ready for me, boy."

It's a super sexy feeling. Being secured down by heavy restraints or just the pure will of your Master. Waiting, Open, Vulnerable and ready for His use.



Thursday, 12 July 2012

Heavy Rubber Piss Gimp

It seems I'm having a piss themed month right now. Here's another video of heavy play with Rubberdom2000 and his gimp. Very cool.

Monday, 30 April 2012

STORY: Weekend Visit




Weekend Visit
By unknown

I pull into the driveway and shut my car off. I look at the house and I am quite impressed. Gary and I have been talking online for weeks, and have met for coffee on several occasions. Tonight is going to be the night that we see if I am going to accept him as a rubber slave or not. I get out and go around to the trunk and get out one of my gear bags. I decide that the other can stay there for now, and I will get it later if I need it.

I go up to the door and knock, and it is immediately answered by Gary in nothing but a pair of white underwear. I walk inside without a word, and listen as he welcomes me. I ask him for a tour, and he takes me through the house. He explains that his room-mate is already asleep and knows what we are going to be doing for the weekend. I look at Gary questioningly and he quickly explains that his roommate said he would stay out of the way and mind his own business.

“Good, I am not really sure I like the idea of doing this with him here but as long as he doesn’t get in the way. Now, let’s go down into your basement as there was plenty of room down there in your game room, and I can get some things out of my bag,” I tell him in a voice that sets the tone for what is to come.

We get down into the game room and I open up the large rolling footlocker of gear. “Go kneel in the fucking corner while I get things ready, boy,” I tell Gary and slip a pair of Irish-8 handcuffs on him behind his back.

I get out my own uniform of olive latex jodhpurs and uniform shirt and Sam Browne belt and boots. Then I get out the suit I have brought for Gary to wear, the .9 mm latex is the heaviest weight suit that Latexas makes and the codpiece of it will give him false hope of what’s to happen. I take a hood to match the suit out and then take out a restraint set of collar, wrist cuffs, waist belt and ankle cuffs. Last I grab a small plastic container that has locks and keys for everything.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Hot Rubber Top

I've not posted for a while due to various projects but I came across this video.
Who is this guy? Love this clip. The boots, the rubber. Haawt!

Thursday, 25 August 2011

STORY: A story of a rubber slave's forced training.


A story of a rubber slave's forced training.
By smallcreep

I followed Alan down the steps into the dungeon. We both wore jeans and t-shirts and I began to feel nervous as I saw the various rubber suits and restraints hanging from the walls, and the cage and sling and rubber bed in the semi-darkness of the room.

"This is where you'll live for the next month or so - or however long it takes me to train you as my rubberman" he said slowly and deliberately.

I was beginning to have misgivings. Should I have really signed that piece of paper that gave him complete control over my body and mind? Would there be any way of going back on it if things became too hard?

"Take off your clothes" he said.

I pulled off the t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and he put them in a cardboard box.

"You won't be needing them for a long, long time" he said with a grin, "so I'll keep them for you."