"A van drives down the streets of a deserted neighborhood downtown; it’s darkened windows only reflecting the lights outside. There’s no living soul out at this time of the night, and there’s no living soul actually residing where the van is headed.  Racing between abandoned buildings and warehouses, it stops facing a big green metal gate, where a white X was painted a long time ago. The gate opens slowly, activated by the driver, and the van moves in, towards what seems to be a giant parking space with spots marked on the asphalt floor with white paint. The gate closes, as two shiny black rubber female forms, with the numbers 4 and 2 printed on their foreheads walk out of the van, parked over an X on a corner of the warehouse, moving towards it’s rear door, and polling a moaning rubber cylinder from inside. They rub their bodies against each other, fondling and moaning for a few minutes, before returning their attention to the inflated body bag that carries a lustful 6, and taking it to a set of stairs, climbing it downwards, swaying their hips sexily as they do so, their every movement, translated into lust.

After descending a few steps, a heavy steel door closes behind them, insulating the staircase from the outside world. The greenish fluorescent lights glow over their heads, as they move, taking the rubber encased form down into a white and green tiled corridor, and into the left on a hospital-like door. They enter what seems to be a clinic, and leave the body bag over a metallic surgical table. As they do, a male dominant rubber creature walks from another door. He’s big, tall, muscled and well toned, every muscle and curve on his male dominant body showing under the lights with a special shine. His presence makes all of the dolls moan, and become more lustful than usual, including the one inside the body bag, still on an early stage in her transformation, but already responding to His presence. 2’s mouth starts to seem to inflate and become a round O, ready to take in his cock, oozing thick saliva making it a very inviting fuckhole. He smiled, knowing what His presence did to His toys, and enjoying the response the new, even if unfinished one, was having. 2 and 4 knelt slowly, without taking their rubbery eyes from His cock, their bodies hot from the lust that consumed them, their long clits oozing lubrication on the floor, also from their pussies and assholes. All their fuck holes, as Master calls them, were ready for penetration if He wishes so, as they should always be on His presence."

This is Part 2 of Syringe, I hope you love it, it's one of my favorite stories :)

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'She arrived home late, as usual. Got inside the house, and threw all her mail over her desk, while stripping down and heading towards the bathroom. She was exhausted, so tired she couldn’t even get into the mood of fucking herself over with the wonderful toys she loves so much, like she used to.

She turns on the hot water in the tub, and turns on the computer to download her emails while she gets ready for a long, well deserved luxury. No new emails. At least none, if you ignore the spam she took a few minutes getting away of. She then checks her kinky account, and there is one email. It’s from a Master she met a few days earlier online. She talked for hours about her dreams and fantasies, only to find out she was pretty much all He wanted into a slave to train, and He was pretty much everything she ever desired in a Master.

“slave,

I have given some though to our little chat, and I think it’s time for us to meet. I’m real and serious about what I do and how I conduct my life, so, I always want to be able to look my new slave candidates in the eye, to make sure I’m not wasting my time.

We will meet Friday, at 8pm, on the Hyperion Club. I expect you fully rubberized and wearing a red scarf around your waist.

Master”

That Email alone made her wet her private parts pretty fast. Not to mention, her clitoris, hard as a rock, begging for attention. She rubbed her hands on her own wetness for some seconds, before walking to the bathtub… re-reading the email over and over her head. This was still Tuesday; it would be a long week now. Master. M-A-S-T-E-R. What a delicious word, she didn’t have any other name for him, but she didn’t really need to, since Master was a ultimately sexy word, one that its bare pronunciation turned her on immensely.'

This is Syringe, my first longer series, that still needs for me to continue. Much Sci-Fi and much rubber, D/s and sex are the core of this otherwise impossible story. Even if I'm now leaning towards more real life themes and stories and less inclined to such wild impossible creations, this story is still close to my heart, and I will continue it ( and hopefully, find an artist willing to illustrate it... if you love it and are an illustrator, please, Email me at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it :) ).

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"Jennifer wakes up from the wettest dream of her life. She’s still horny, but it seems her clitoris became senseless to her caresses. She opens her bottom drawer, beside her bed, and takes out a large vibrating dildo, with small latex spikes all over it’s surface, and starts pleasing herself. She moans and jumps on the bed, as the rubbery intruder makes its way inside her moist pussy, but still, she can’t orgasm. She can feel the most intense pleasure she ever did in her entire life, but all her efforts manage, is to make her even hornier, even lustier. Some new ideas roam her mind, without the usual fear and shame. She takes some lubricant out of the same drawer her dildo did sit in, and applies it on her ass. She never did anal, not even considered that, but now, all she wanted was that thick hard ribbed latex invader inside her ass. Looking at the ceiling mirror, she finds herself too hot to be true. She always hated that mirror the person who lived in the apartment before she did, installed. She also never bothered taking it down anyway. Now, she loved the idea."

This is Possessed, a very old story that I haven't read in a while. I hope you haven't too and will enjoy this one ;)

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" feel something in my mouth, something spongy, and my jaw hurts… I notice I can’t close it, before I notice my hands and bound behind my back, and my feet are tied together. Opening my eyes doesn’t help much, as all I can see is darkness, and I feel some sort of goggle over them, and the rubber band around my head. As I wake up, I try to move to a more comfortable position, but I notice I can’t, I just wiggle around like a worm, on some tiles. I didn’t notice before, because I guess I warmed up the tiles I was laying over with my body heat, but now that I change my position, I notice how cold they are, against my naked ass, my naked body, my naked legs. And now fear takes over me again, as I finally noticed I am completely naked.

Steps, from heavy army-like boots, approach me. They stop just before my nose; I can smell the scent of rubber from them, a very strong, industrial one. "

This is "Initiation" an exercise on writing extreme stuff I did some time ago. I hope you enjoy it :) Meanwhile, I'm putting together a new series of stories about rubber dolls, more based on reality, that I hope you'll like.

<3 Ivette

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