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I was waiting for Master in the medical room dressed into my crotchless latex body with the open nipples, my thigh high 8" ballet boots and long latex gloves. I couldn't resist and went to the fuck machine to play with the dildo. But that made me so horny that I wanted to get fucked and so I slid the big dildo into my wet cunt. What a good feeling it was to be fucked by the machine and to control the thrust of the dick into my pussy. I knew that I broke all rules and just came so good doing it to myself! But Master got me and took control. First he put me in a tight latex straitjacket which in combination with the 8" ballet boots made sure that I had to stay on the fuck machine. Then he put a latex piggy hood on my head telling me that I am his little piggy and that little piggy was not good. This hood is an incredible breathplay hood and I really had to concentrate to take a breath. But Master paid me back for my naughty misbehavior and he took control of the fuck machine and gave it to me hard. Still being aroused from the climax before I got more and more excited and with that it got harder and harder for me to breath. When I was again close to come Master held me firm in his arms and put the Hitachi on my clit. He made me come so hard that I thought my pussy will explode! Click here to see the high quality pictures and the hot and horny video filmed in HD. Not yet a Member? Click here to become a Member immediately.

I'm happy to say I'm done with this corset :) I just closed it, and after four months of not-so-perfect training, with periods of sometimes a whole week without being able to wear it ( because I needed to move a lot, or needed real comfort, or was sick, and so on ), I can say I lost 6” while corseted, a serious reduction, and 12 pounds of weight.

Someone asked if I had any sort of diet I was following while corseted, but that's not really it. If you're reducing your waist by pressure, your stomach will accomodate less food, and as a result, you will, if you're smart, eat less. Removing the corset for eating, is really cheating, you won't manage to reduce your waistline in any effective way. And overeating will ruin you for the day, being in serious pain and discomfort after the meals. One thing I learned, was to stop eating when I was satisfied.

Eating to the end of the plate is a horrible thing to do, but we all do it. We grow up in families where our moms tell us not to waste food, as it's a terrible sin, and once we served ourselves, we make sure we eat everything. Most of the waist training was learning how much was enough, and learning there's no shame on ordering a doggy bag in restaurants. You have to learn again to read those signs we learned to ignore over the years, that tell you when you've had enough.

Another thing I did that had amazing results, was adding a glass of milk to my breakfast, every morning, and exercise every afternoon, to burn around 200cal while wearing the corset. I guess it helps to work out our muscles and tone, while conforming to the new waistline and shape.

First of all, thanks for David of HoneyHair.com for the answer :) Yeah, 42!

I have been away for a while, Xmas has been not a troublesome part of the year, but let's face it, didn't leave much time to work out a fetish site. I had fetish fun instead :) And much love for my Mistress.

Anyway, a friendly piece of advice, I'm writing this as a slightly drunken women, LOL :) Maybe it's true, in Vino Veritas, in the wine, the truth. Actually, in my case, in booze the truth. I'm not sure why I compartmentalize all areas of life. Fetish, work, love. But the honest answer is I fear people won't be able to properly handle it. I mean... let's face it, a guy can be a stud, a really perverted Master, and still, a good professional. Now, can a woman be a really accomplished professional, and at the same time, a total slut, and respected as a professional?

Sometimes we must break down barriers. Sometimes we must speak out and face the consequences, or in other way, burn or crash. Or, a craziest idea, succeed.

I'm really tired of living under the fear if things mix up too well, I may be damaged and regret in some way. There's always the underlying fear that, A big corporation that has access to all our identities and darkest secrets will be able to control the world by blackmail. All our lives are pretty much public now. We post our fistfucking pics on Myspace, and we talk about sucking cock on the same sites we scream in happiness for getting a new client.

So, let's be honest at least. If we all come clean, and we all own our own identity, the sheer pressure of being who we are, without fears, without having to worry too much about consequences, as we're in the open. What's the worst that can happen? That people find out we're exactly who we are?

"I lifted out several handfuls of soft rubber and a small bottle and placed all the items down on the table, where I could see them better. I sorted out six pieces of clothing; a catsuit, gloves, stockings, and hood, and then checked the contents of the bottle, discovering that it contained dressing lubricant.

Everything was glossy black, the gloves and stockings looking long and tight, and the hood was one of the open variety. The catsuit was exceptionally well constructed and I could see from the seams that it had been made to measure. I ran my fingers slowly across the rubber and noticed that the rear zip terminated not at the front of the suit, but instead next to a large reinforced opening.

From its position I quickly realised that the suit was crotchless. My excitement grew and I had to stop myself from opening up the second box, to see what I would be wearing next."

This is "Dressing for Bondage", from Doctor Latex, let's hope he will feel inspired soon to give us more of his delightful kinky writing :)

Ivette xxxxxxx

Yes, I know, I haven't posted anything in two weeks. Life got a bit out of hand here, and only now, it's starting to come back into it's paces, both D/s and normal life-wise.

I'm happy to say, even if I was off my corset training for about a week and a half, because of a male friend visiting who insisted on eating stuff that you shouldn't wear while corseted, and inviting me for a beer few times during the day, and in the end, my corset managed to get dirty, and needed washing up. Which I only managed to do and have it dry, a couple of days ago. Since then I'm back on full time corseting, and happy about it. To be honest, there's a point you start missing it bigtime. But, only regained one inch during that time, which is not horrible news, considering everything. Also, regained an inch corseted, but I lost about a pound in weight, so, all good.

Hello Everyone :)

You may have noticed we skipped updates this weekend. Reason is, I was and still am quite busy. I have some delicious new stories I haven't finished reading yet, so, they were not posted. Also, I didn't have how to sit down and spend some time working the new update. Right now, I'm wondering if I should make bigger updates every 15 days, or smaller ones every week. I'll come to that decision before the next update, this friday the 4th of december.

Also, some minor changes will take place in the site, such as moving galleries around in the menu, and so on. Nothing major, all content will be intact, but I hope to make things easier to be found.

Until then, please, forgive me for missing this last friday's update :)

Ivette

Rubber slave is subjected to hours of training on the treadmill and suspended above the dungeon floor in full latex, boots and pony gear. When the indoor training is finished, Mistress Amanda decides it is time to go outdoors. They meet up at central park with Mistress Jean and her pony, Charger. Once they meet, they are both chained to the cart and made to pull the extremely lovely ladies around the park.

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"The three dolls walked down a white tiled corridor, that ended in a descending cargo-style elevator, with collapsible metal doors to close it. Once in it, 2 pressed one of the first buttons, all white and showing deep sign of use, which turned red once selected; and within seconds and a small jerk, it started descending deeper into the complex. 6 was still heaving after the recent session, and still struggling with accepting what she has become. Her whole body was being reprogrammed, but her old mind was fighting back. Master knows what the end result will be tho, he always do.

Now that 6's body has been redesigned in all senses as that of a rubberdoll, there's no doubt on what the end result will be. In a struggle between reason and willpower against the pure, raw, lust of a rubberdoll, reason and willpower don't even stand a fighting chance.

The elevator stops in a dark wharehouse-like enviroment. Few greenish lights cast an eerie mood over the concrete walls, making ocasional yellow and black painting visible. On booths shaped in the walls, all darkened and lit by the greenish glow of monitors, there are contraptions similar to gynecological chairs, and vacuum cubes, with metal shelves filled with heavy tools and toys of pleasure stacked for ready use. This enviroment isn't so big, but it's oddly silentful, with the ocasional moan coming from a corner, a sound that is somewhere between male and female. 6 fights her lust and wanton obedience just for long enough to see a human form in shiny white rubber, with huge breasts, completely strapped to one of the ( maybe 3 ) chairs in this room, it's skin seeming to pulsate and alter if you look closely. 6 gave a step on it's direction, when 4 touched her left breast, making her body lust so much, that she let out a loud moan... followed by more moans from the white doll. In that state, 6 was easily guided to one of the chairs, one on the far right wall, and placed in it, with her arms strapped high above her head, and her legs high up on stirrups."

This is Part 3 of Syringe. I hope you enjoy!