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Gallery Update: September 2025
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Get a view of what being covered in head-to-toe silicone feels like. A totally encased and inescapable prison in black, slimy silicone…
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A Prisoner To My Own Mind
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Chapter 01: Isolation And Detention I wrote this story mainly inspired by a long-standing favourite of mine, a video called ‘SWAT or WHAT’ by Rubngum. Words cannot express how much I respect and admire the fetish perfection that comes from their videos. Anyway on with the story… Here I was…
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‘Making The Swap’ – Silicone VS Rubber
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Thanks To As the name might suggest, I’ve always had a dedicated rubber obsession. It’s the transformative nature of the material, along with how it swallows my body as it’s packed tight against me. There is no comparison to how glossy and reflective rubber becomes when massaged with lube…
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An Eager Urinal
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“Whoa, I really need to piss.“ I chuckle to myself. I drank way too many cocktails and my limbs, now loose from the alcohol, stumble slightly as I leave the dancefloor where I’d been quite active with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my…
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The Rubber-Coated Intruders
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It was well past midnight when Nathan stirred, a flicker of discomfort broke his deep slumber. He shuffled in his bed and flipped his pillow. Nathan wasn’t the type of person to ever suffer from nightmares. His dreams were mostly mundane and boring much like his life. He wasn’t an…
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The Rubber Hive
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The sun was shining brightly in the midday sky over the quiet little plaza. A handful of merchants and food carts were set up in various locations, and pleasant smells wafted through the entire area. The day couldn’t have been better for a get-together of friends. Shawn took a bite…
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A New Rubber Drone
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Introduction Kris sat alone on a weather-beaten park bench. The setting sun cast its warm glow on his face. Lost in thought, he stared at the still scene before him. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, providing a soothing background music to accompany his thoughts. As evening approached, Kris…
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Repurposing and Rescuing
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A New Way To Be The Gimp As he woke naturally, his rested mind began to whir slowly into action. He was blissfully content, he couldn’t remember being more relaxed – he lay completely motionless. As seconds ticked by, he became aware of being pleasantly surrounded by warmth. He began…
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Nine Words
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Originally posted to MetalbondNYC.com Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, my headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.…
