The Thoughts Of A Conscious Object

Still Brutally Dumb

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 16:10:22 GMT

Here's an example of the sort of objectification I don't like to see.

An Australian commercial for Brut body spray created to be shown during football games shows a "brutishly male" robot assembling a pile of favorite possessions that every real man should desire to own. He takes a bicycle and transforms it into a motorcycle, a beer can is turned into a beer keg, and a Barbie doll is turned into a bikini-clad model. He then puts all these objects with the drum set and big truck already in the pile (including the vacant-eyed woman), and the pile turns into large cans of Brut body spray, symbolizing that their product is like all this "cool stuff" combined.

The last scene ran into trouble with their Advertising Standards Bureau, and they were forced to alter it so that woman isn't shown in the pile of stuff at the end. But the original has found its way onto Youtube:

The Barbie-to-woman bit is still in the final version, she's just suddenly gone in the last scene.

Anti-Fashion

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 22:25:35 GMT

So I can simultaneously be kinky and anti-fashion? Count me in.

A third image here.

RWR 2010

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:15:16 GMT

The 3rd annual Rubberdoll World Rendevous is in April 2010. Are any of you planning to go? Have any of you been to the two previous ones and wouldn't mind sharing your experience?

Disturbing Story

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:08:51 GMT

I like to keep this blog upbeat, so I don't often post scary or disturbing items...but this story is just too amazing and mindboggling not to share.

23 years ago, a man in his 20s was in a car accident, which resulted in him being in a coma all these years. Only, it was discovered more recently when his brain was being scanned again, that he was in fact fully conscious yet completely paralyzed, and has been stuck inside his body these last several decades. Now he has just enough movement to carefully type into a keyboard with one hand, so he can tell us how "I screamed, but there was nothing to hear."

I can think of no better example for why it'd be important to have it specified somewhere whether you'd want the plug pulled or not if ever in a coma (or "coma" in this case), whether it be that you'd not want the plug pulled no matter what, or if like me, you'd rather be euthanized than chance going through years of that sort of horror (let alone decades). The scariest part is that there are possibly many, many more "coma" cases like this where the person is still aware.

There are so many questions in my mind, chief among them "how did he keep from going insane?" The article only reveals a hint of that, with him saying he "traveled with my thoughts into the past, or into another existence altogether." The article also says he knows four languages, though I'm curious if or how much he's forgotten from non-use. Some say even your primary language can atrophy from non-use, though I'm curious to what extent. The bottom of the article says he's going to write a book on his experience, which I'm definitely interested in reading (though it sounds like it may take awhile to write).

Thinking Out Loud

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:50:25 GMT

Y'know, I've been pondering lately if maybe I use the words "fetish" and "kink" a little too loosely on the blog here. For some people, "fetish" is a word that specifically means an object or idea that instantly gets someone very aroused. And I use it to mean that too, but I also use it much more loosely to mean an object or idea that fascinates me or tickles my brain in a way that it doesn't most "normal" people. Like just a focused interest in something. I wonder sometimes if by referring to it as fetish, some people think I'm, like, masturbating furiously to everything I post here or something. Which isn't really the case, just to be clear.

Really, I suppose in many cases, you could replace the word "fetish" in my statements with "fan of." I'm a fan of transformation, a fan of catgirls, a fan of shiny robots, etc. etc. These things can take on erotic aspects for me, but only when combined with a few of my actual fetishes/kinks, like body control.

And I was going to say one more thing, but I've totally forgotten where I was going with this. Feel free to post your own thoughts, I guess.

Cut In Two Without A Box

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:32:57 GMT

If you used to watch magic show TV specials back in the day, you might remember David Copperfield's "Laser Illusion," where he appears to separate himself at the waist. A variation of the trick was performed more recently by a couple on the Brazilian version of "America's Got Talent," this time with the woman being the one to pull herself apart. Their segment starts at 6:00 into this video, but the good stuff starts at 7:34.

The lead-up is kind of clunky, and feels like it goes on a little too long. But I like that they stuck with her just lowering her body onto a chair and back, where I always thought Copperfield's "walking" with his upper body appearing to "float" looked kinda cartoonish. Also, points for using an obscure Black Sabbath song at the climax (cake to anyone who can correctly name the title).

FetishKitsch Update

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:40:18 GMT

FetishKitsch are the people showing of the Kink Engineering vac bed in this this vid.

The bad news is Youtube keeps nuking their account (hopefully they don't nuke Kink Engineering's account there). The good news is FetishKitsch now have their own website (I think it used to be just a redirect to their Clips4Sale page), which includes the sort of short preview clips that they'd normally try to upload to Youtube. The most recent update is MissKitsch walking around outside as a latex catsuited catgirl on Halloween. Lots of shiny.

What Part Of Your Brain Controls Sexual Interests?

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:14:16 GMT

A man has his second stroke at age 53, and suddenly begins to complain that his sexual orientation had flipped. Since his teens he had been interested only in men, and had enjoyed his relationships with men...and yet now he was suddenly only interested in women.

This is a true story, which you can read more about here. The article raises many interesting questions, not the least of which being "what if you woke up one day after an medical incident, and discovered your sexuality had changed?" The fact that it could even be possible is fascinating (and to some, possibly frightening).

The article also goes on to ask questions in regards to what this could mean, by extension, about fetishes and sexual interests in general:

But what if sexual orientation is as simple as that — a switch in the brain? How would you feel to know that a good bop in the head might cause you to wake up the next day with a desire for something you never desired before? And what if it weren’t just a matter of gay or straight but of a variety of sexual types? For example, it is known that various types of head injury can result in hypersexuality. What if you were to have a stroke and suddenly find yourself with an irresistible fetish for feet or puppies? Is it possible that perverts are not sexually liberated (as they like to think) or mentally ill (as some like to think) but rather victims of cerebral events? What if perversion is nothing more than a symptom in the same class as slurred speech or blurry vision?

What if one day you woke up and were suddenly asexual (not turned on by men or women), but still had your same kinks or fetishes?

(Warning: if the comments section at any point turns into a discussion where a few of you fellow sexual deviants start trying to argue how homosexuality is one form of sexual deviancy that's unacceptable, while your own not-considered-standard sexual interests are perfectly fine, I am going to lock the thread.)

Writing Contest Idea

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 17:57:29 GMT

I remember when the LTBSA used to update every month or two with a new batch of ASFR transformation stories. If you're a fan of these sort of stories, you've probably noticed that the updates have slowed down dramatically. This is primarily because there just aren't as many new stories being written and submitted to the website.

Is everyone just in a creative lull when it comes to these sorts of stories? Has everything been done that there is to do with this genre?

I have an idea I'm kicking around to try and spark some more new stories. You may remember the story contest at Gromet's Plaza awhile back, where people submitted stories related to the theme of vacuum beds, and the winner received an actual vac bed from Kink Engineering. Inspired by that, I thought: maybe I should try something like that here on my blog? And I'd be able to choose the theme I wanted to see more stories of, which is a bonus.

But what would the prize be? How about if the winning entry received an illustration to go with the story, drawn by me (in the style of the scarecrow and artist's block, only I'd color it as well)? Not only might it get people to write new stories, but it'd get me to draw some stuff again. But would an illustration for your story be enough incentive (those of you who write)?

I'm also thinking of deciding the winner differently than the Gromet's contest. That one was decided by reader votes, but I'd read a couple complaints that this resulting in a little bit of a popularity contest thing happening, where it was more about who could get more of their friends to go and vote. Honestly, if I'd known the vac bed was one of those ones that seals when the vacuum is turned off, I may've been tempted to use my powers for evil instead of good, and just wrote like a three paragraph story and asked blog readers to go and vote for me to "help me get that vac bed!" I only needed to beat beat like 40 or 50 votes, which would've been easy.

So, no reader voting, I'm thinking. I have a few ideas. One is to assemble an expert panel of judges (I say "expert" jokingly -- it's be me, and two other friends who also enjoy whatever chosen theme) to read all the entries and then decide on the winner. Except assembling a panel of judges who all enjoy whatever very specific theme I chose (I'd be going for transformations that I haven't seen done as often, so it'd probably be something other than "statue," "mannequin," "doll," or "robot"...well, maybe chrome-plated gynoids...) would be kind of tough, especially when many of the people that'd come to mind are writers themselves who I wouldn't mind seeing enter the contest.

Alternately, I could just say that since I'm the one who's going to be doing the illustration, it's entirely fair that I pick the winning story. But would that open up the possibility of hard feelings directed towards me if someone strongly believes their story was better than the one I chose? Though really, the main purpose of the contest would really be just to see a bunch of new stories created that could all be submitted to LTBSA and other similar story archives.

Also, what should the deadline be? How much time should I allow people to write something before closing submissions? Would a month be enough for you writery people? I wouldn't be looking for a novel (in fact, I'd prefer if it weren't a novel), just a fun short story.

What do you think? Idea has potential?

A Special Message To Someone In Particular

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:44:55 GMT

If you're really sure you really want to have this conversation, just ask me about it already...quit tip-toeing around it.

"Trapped"

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:30:02 GMT

Some of you may've seen pics from this odd film experiment thing, but now there is video:

Halloween Play Party

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 05:54:46 GMT

Still waiting on some photos before writing about the previous weekend, so here's what happened just this last weekend instead.

To be honest, I try to avoid going to parties or events two weekends in a row. I'm somewhat the introverted type, and social gatherings (i.e. anything involving a group of people hanging out and/or doing stuff) usually leave me feeling a little worn out afterwards, as opposed to energized or whatever. But I didn't hear about about this Halloween party after I'd already RSVPed for the other party, and this one sounded to interesting to pass up.

As I mentioned previously, the party was held at a hotel in a banquet room. One part of it was filled with tables to sit and eat, and then go through a doorway and you're in another room filled with various items to tie people to.

The theme of the party was "Medical Malpractice," so most people were dressed as kinky doctors, nurses, and patients. Though one creative group of people decided to focus on that second word, and went as malpractice lawyers.

But if you're brain works similarly to mine, your first thoughts were probably "casts!" and "straight jackets!" However, not knowing anyone local who does casts, and straight jackets being expensive, I was a little stuck as to what to do. Fortunately, a recently made friend knew of a nice woman who owns a leather straight jacket and would be at the party, and asked on my behalf if I could borrow it for the evening.

And so I got to spend several hours like this:

Go ahead and make your jokes about how this costume suits me. ;-) Fittingly, I happened to run into a Dr. Harleen Quinzel at the party.

The nice thing about the straight jacket idea is it meant I didn't need to worry about whether or not I'd get a scene in to make the night worth it. Instead, I could just wander around and watch the various happenings, or sit and listen to conversations, and remain kinkily entertained the entire time. If a scene did happen, it'd be a bonus, but it wasn't a requirement for the night to feel eventful.

I didn't even think of how well the boots would go with the jacket, until one of my friends made the suggestion. Though unfortunately, you can't see the main straps very well hidden under my hair.

The difficulties of being in a straight jacket? Can't itch my nose, of course. And it took some extra effort to "swing" my hair out of the way when it would fall in my face. Plus, I would've needed to ask for some help in order to drink some water to get rehydrated or such (it gets a little warm inside a leather straight jacket).

At one point my feet were getting tired, and there weren't any chairs in the play area (and nothing going on in the eating area), so I decided to carefully sit down on the floor and lean my back against a cage not currently being used. I wasn't actually sure if I'd be able to get back up! I was certain I'd end up having to ask someone for some help (but stubbornly trying to do it myself first is half the fun ;-)), but surprisingly I was able to maneuver myself back up with not too much trouble. A few people expressed disappointment that they weren't there to watch...and to also perhaps sit me back down as soon as I was back up so they could watch me do it again, heh.

The next morning I got a humorous surprise while walking toward the lobby to get some free breakfast, discovering that the room that was BDSM Halloween party just last night was now host to a morning church service.

One Step Closer To A Freeze Ray

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:27:58 GMT

In a discovery that may help in developing a better treatment for people with Parkinson's, scientists have found that stimulating a particular frequency of brain wave can put a person into slow motion.

For those who are unaware, Parkinson's is an affliction that causes a person to gradually stiffen. The jumpiness seen in many people with Parkinson's is actually from the medication that keeps them from losing too much movement too quickly. Thus the more they learn from these experiments, the closer they may get to finding a solution.

The side-effect of this research, of course, is that they may also end up figuring out how to cause someone to temporarily freeze in place. Which I'm only interested in for entirely educational purposes, of course...

You'll Never Think Of Dragons The Same Way Again

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 01:53:31 GMT

I think everyone has at some point experienced reading or seeing something they wish they could un-see. Frequently when digging around for new transformation-related things, I come across stories or images that have such a dark tone that they're just not appealing to me...but then there are the ones with conepts that are so horrific and disturbing, I almost want to remove my brain, lather it up with soap and water, and carefully scrub the idea completely out of my head.

Being that it's just a few days after Halloween, I thought it would perhaps be fitting to share with you one such tale, in the tradition of scary stories. (And also, so you can share my pain. ;-))

This is a short illustrated sequence by Ian Samson called "DragonHeart." Warning: may leave you feeling slightly disturbed.

Highlight Of The Night

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:10:04 GMT

Went to a Halloween play party last night at a hotel. I was walking through the hall toward the event space wearing in regular non-costume clothes, but with my Sexy Boots on over my jeans, when I pass by a mother and her very young daughter dressed up as a fairy, walking in the opposite direction. I politely smile, and as I pass I hear the little girl behind me exclaim excitedly to her mom in a half-whisper, "did you see her boots?!?"

And another future fetishist is born. ;-)

Robo Babe Extended

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:42:16 GMT

Remember that "Instant Babe" illusion by Jonathan David Bass I posted awhile back? Here's a slightly newer performance, that now has a third section to the sequence.

"Respect The Pouch"

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:22:44 GMT

And yet instead, I'm tempted to buy a CapriSun and lay the discarded pouch behind the back tire of my car...

Disrespectoids

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 06:09:14 GMT

Who came up with this campaign? Was it one of you? ;-)

Found out about these from masteroftoys after a new RLV curse popped up in SL based on the whoopee cushion (with a twist).

There's also a website with a series of mini-games featuring adorable cartoon versions of the characters from the commercials. There are a few characters who haven't yet had their own commercial, but I'm hoping that's only a temporary thing, because I'm kind of curious to see one for Handlebar Harry. ;-)

Attack Of The Werechairs

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:23:18 GMT

After seeing an unfinished chair curse by Vexation in SL, Bastian and I started discussing the idea of werechairs and trying to brainstorm exactly how the curse would be passed on. I don't think we ever came to a definitive conclusion there, but he was inspired to do a few sketches of the idea.

Apparently turning into a chair tickles a little.

And Erica isn't quite sure whether or not a werechair is safe to sit in. I think you can tell from my expression that I'm surely not planning to say anything.

Gathering Thoughts

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:25:15 GMT

Y'know, spanking and impact play becomes much more interesting when the person being spanked is laying over the top of you like a mattress.

Merchants Of SL: Mech Toys

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:34:37 GMT

Many of the items sold at the Mech store (landmark) are collaborations between Mech, Rygel/Lustbaby, and Kafcorp. I was originally going to cover all three merchants at once here, but there's just too much stuff for a single entry. So this will be focusing on just the items that are considered primarly Mech products.

Right now, I'm really digging the "Dollystation." You know how I love console transformations. It even has a CD tray that opens up when you press it! Also, clicking the dual analog stick on my head activates "pleasure implants" that sound like a controller vibrating...except it's coming from my head. DualShock indeed.

If you want to be even more interactive, there's a set of colored buttons you can wear that make different sounds when people press them. The only downside is that they're so brightly colored and cover up the nice button design underneath, and the sounds are a little more Atari than Playstation.

There are also many other pieces included that you don't see here. The set includes many different pieces that can be mix and matched to customize your Dollystation a little. Different torso and leg designs, additional prop pieces such as shoulder pads and things. This is on top of whatever hair and skin you decide to pair with it from elsewhere.

(The white plastic skin above is by dreampaint, whose idea it was to add white plastic hair and skin, and glowing eyes to the mix.)

Also at the store are doll joint designs. Below is the first design. I liked the attempt at trying to simulate hip ball joints.

The doll joint designs are actually packaged as clothing layers rather than as an actual skin, the idea being to allow you to lay them over your favorite skin. You don't want to wear all the layers at one time, as they're actually meant to be mixed and matched...identical layers are available as different types of clothing in order to allow you to mix and match. There are also subtle variations of many of the layers. This was slightly intimidating at first, having to go through every piece to see what was there...but once you figure out what's what, it's easy to set up your preferred set of layers.

Above is a newer joint design, being shown off with help from the Puppet Controller. Where other puppet controls in SL are meant to look like they're being suspended above you by magical means, this one is unique in that it's more of a piece of sci-fi technology.

The device lets anyone around you take control of you like a puppet. When someone touches the controls they are given a menu that allows them to force you into poses or move you around. The moment they open the menu, you are no longer able to walk anywhere, only they can move you forward or backward by pressing the appropriate buttons. They can also move you left or right, though in a rather clunky manner, or so I'm told. But then, have you ever tried working a real puppet? They're kinda difficult to get the hang of. ;-)

However, you are still able to pivot left or right. Thus if you want, you can try and thwart the intentions of whoever's moving you about...though the result I've found is usually you being run into walls. ;-P

And let me tell you, standing around having a conversation with people while having this thing floating above your head makes you a pretty tempting toy. Face it, if you were chatting with a puppet, would you not be maybe just a little tempted to grab at the control for a moment? ;-)

The one thing that I think looks out of place, given the hi-tech design, are the ropes that extend down (to wrist cuffs, though I've set those to invisible to get the whole attached-to-strings look). In a way, I think it actually looks better when the ropes are invisible as well, making it look like this alien device forebodingly hovering over your head, controlling your movements.

Also available at the store are a number of themed outfits to dress your dolly in. Cheerleader dolly, ponygirl dolly, mermaid dolly...even a superhero dolly (including utility belt that appears to be holding little doll-sized brushes, lipstick, etc.).

You've got to see the display poster, it's adorable:

Afraid that's all for now, need to get some sleep.

Merchants Of SL: HybridZ

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:57:10 GMT

HybridZ (landmark) is where to go if you enjoy your transformations mixed with the aesthetic of shiny latex. Latex petplay, latex human balloon, latex ponygirl, even a latex Giger alien. But my current favorite is probably the latex mermaid.

(Fish tank sold separately.)

While I'm just modeling the basic tail here, you actually get all sorts of extras and things for your L$800. A long mermaid hair is included in three different colors, starfish and shells to use as "pasties," some decorative ribbons for your arms, a giant display shell to lay in, and even a full latex hood if that's the sort of mermaid you want to be. It also includes a shell necklace that acts as an RLV collar, with features such as "freeze," "gag," "isolate," "block TP," and some sort of breath-related function that I don't entirely understand.

I also discovered accidentally that wearing certain skins while in the mermaid shape can create interesting alternate looks.

Vacuum Cube

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:36:32 GMT

A week and a half ago there was a workshop/demo on the topic of latex, hosted by several key latex fetishists in the community, including the wonderful/intimidating Amanda Wildefyre. The description for the event also mentioned there would be a vacuum cube available, "for those who dare to try it." Oh, I dare!

The workshop was fantastic, and I learned all sorts of interesting things. For example, an inflatable armless latex jacket was demonstrated on one of the presenters. When I'd seen photos of these, I always thought the idea was silly..."so they're not able to use their arms, but they can still move them around inside this sort of balloon type thing their torso is encased in? No, it turns out the jacket has two layers of latex, the outer layer, and then an inner layer that says in contact with the person's skin. So when you inflate it, the outer layer expands, but the inner layer also expands a bit, making things all firm and cozy.

Additionally interesting, they demonstrated that if you touch a vibrator to the outside of the jacket, the person inside can feel the vibrations throughout the entire jacket. The presenter inside the jacket noted that, contrary to what you'd think would be the case, the vibrations are actually stronger when the vibrator is touched to an area where there is more air between the inner and outer layers of the jacket, rather than less.

Then she started getting a little distracted, and was having trouble adding much in the way of additional thoughts. ;-) Unfortunately from the angle I was sitting I couldn't see the expression on her face, but it sounded like she was enjoying herself. Amanda Wildefyre continued to talk about the jacket, while holding the vibrator in one of her hands all nonchalant, humorously pretending to ignore the noises the woman was making. Looked like fun, lol.

On an amusing but slightly awkward note: when I went to use the one-person rest room, I encountered an interesting surprise resulting from people using the room to change into latex outfits. I touched the door handle, and it was slippery with lube. Then I sit down on the seat, and it's slippery with lube. Oh my. o_O

Towards the end of the presentation, they decided to demonstrate several things they'd brought at once. On one side of the room was the vac cube, of course. On the other side, one of the other presenters was being transformed into a rubberdoll. The rubberdoll mask was very interesting. This particular one was very rigid, almost like a posture collar and hood in one. I guess when tightened, the feeling of the rubber pressing up against your face everywhere gives the effect that your skin has been melded with the rubber. Which would be pretty hot, feeling that and then looking in the mirror and seeing this (erotically) humiliating doll face looking back at you. I'm kind of bummed so many doll masks look...not as attractive as I'd like. I think the best would be a mask like that but resembles the head of a Barbie doll. That'd be fantastic.

But I know what you really want to hear about is the vac cube.

When the crowd was asked who wanted to try the vac cube, it may surprise you that my hand was not the first one up. Something like three other hands shot up lightening-fast before I could get mine up. So I was not the first called on. ;-)

I got up and moved to an empty chair on the other end of the room where the vac cube was, to get a better view while I watched this one guy try it out first. Unfortunately, it took a little bit before they got it working...some sort of trouble with the vacuum or the seal or something. At some point there was some nervousness that nobody might get to try it out after all. Thankfully, they did get it working eventually. What was interesting was when the guy got out after being in there for 5-10 minutes (I wasn't really keeping track of time), he had these marks on him. I wasn't even paying attention until someone mentioned to him that he had an interesting symmetrical pattern of "hickey marks." Apparently the suction created where two sheets of latex meet on your skin creates this odd mark.

The guy before me had stripped down to his underwear before getting in, which made me wonder if clothes were allowed? I was comfortable taking off my shirt, but didn't really feel like taking of my jeans (mainly because, well, I've been lazy and haven't shaved my legs at all this month, so I was feeling a little self-conscious. I know, right?). When I got to try out that vac bed a few years back, everyone who tried it remained fully clothed, so I was almost expecting that to be the case here as well. But it was interesting being able to feel the latex on my upper body at least.

The best part of the vac cube, of course, is the immobility. There's only one position you can really take in a vac cube like this, which is kneeling on all fours. There's a hole on one end for you to stick your head out of, and then the vacuum is turned on and your body is "frozen" in that position. I was able to move around a little, but really only enough to wiggle. I could move as far as the rubber would stretch to allow, and then go back to default position when I relaxed my muscles.

I'm not sure how long I was in there because I wasn't really keeping track of time. I want to say it was only five minutes. Possibly as long as ten minutes, but I'm not so sure. There was no play (though the experience got me even more desiring to do so someday), but I did get to feel what it was like when a vibrator touched the latex. It was not even touching me, just a section of the latex right in front of me. I could feel the vibrations everywhere, though mainly in my arms and chest...the vibrations were very faint elsewhere.

Upon getting out of the vac cube, someone behind me mentioned I now had some of those symmetrical marks as well. You might think it funny, but I'd completely forgotten about them until then. Inside the bed, I'd felt no pinching or anything like that.

Incidentally, the pattern just so happens to kind of have the shape of seams. You'd think I would've made that similarity right away, but I didn't really think about it until an online friend jokingly referred to them as "dolly joints." But as you can see, they'd probably be more accurately described as "seams:"

Now, I must tell you...I've never had a hickey before. I had no idea what the properties of a hickey were. So when I woke up the next morning and these marks hadn't appeared to have faded one bit, I was a little surprised. Not freaked out or anything, just surprised that they were still so vivid. So while eating breakfast I'm all like "Google: 'hickey'...two days to a week??"

So yes, laugh if you want, but this resulted in my finding myself in the awkward situation of having to dig out the long-sleeve shirts a little early in order to hide my seams at work. Thankfully it's late enough in the year that the weather is starting to get a little chillier anyways, so it didn't appear out of the ordinary. And it did take a full week for the marks to fade, by the way, perhaps because of my sensative skin...the pics above were actually after two days had passed.

Would I give a vac cube a try again? Definitely. Just not during the summer. ;-)

Merchants Of SL: Eddie Escher Gadgets & Skins

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 19:44:28 GMT

There are so many interesting items that have been created in SL. In order to help me personally keep track of who made what and where a particular item came from, I've been thinking about blogging them here. And of course, there's the additional bonus of pointing you to where you can find these things.

Since this robot skin seems to be what I default to lately, I figure I owe the merchant a plug. Thankfully, SL resident Rei Gynoid had the answer to my question of "where is this from?" The answer: Eddie Escher's Gadgets & Skins (landmark).

The base skin comes from here. But the variations I'm usually wearing with the flesh areas added are personalized custom versions created by an SL acquaintance (and I feel guilty that I can't remember which one -- if it was you, feel free to remind me). As such, these ones are not for sale.

However, if you have a favorite flesh skin you'd like to combine with a metal one like this, there is a trick for the more advanced users. You could rip the texture (which I think is okay as long as you're not reselling them), and turn the skin into different bits of clothing. The clothing could then be layered over the robot skin in whatever combination you like. Maybe even an entire suit, if you want to be a robot disguised as a human. (And if you end up in an RLV machine that does the "removes your clothes" thing, you can surprise people when you're suddenly metallic instead.)

Although you don't have to be a metallic robot, either. The shop offers several variations, including white plastic and clear plastic.

I'm not going to lie to you, these three skins are pricey. At least by today's standards...maybe prices used to run higher several years ago, I don't know. But nowadays you can find many equally-fantastic skins out there for less than half the price (see TC Chrome Goddess).

For half the cost, there are also simplified, colored-chrome versions. Those of you who like shiny pink things may even prefer this one.

All I can figure is that maybe because you get two skins in the pack, the price on everything is doubled. Which is a little silly because most people are likely just going to use one and never use the other. And you can't buy them separately. But what can you do? Admittedly, they are very well done skins.

9/26/09 - Barn Party

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:36:15 GMT

This play party was unique for me, aside from just taking place in a barn, in that it was the first play party where I've actually been played with. I was tied up at a previous party, but there was no play, just chilling out while bound. This time there was play, and it was kinda different having an audience, it was pretty fun.

I arrived in plain clothes, partly because I knew driving in my knew boots would not be very realistic, and also because I wasn't actually sure what I felt like wearing exactly, or if I'd feel like wearing anything fetish at all. I brought a bag with me that had the black outfit, and the ragdoll and silver zentai outfits from awhile back.

The barn contained various rigs to tie people to for scene-ing. The most interesting-looking was a suspension rig hanging from the ceiling. It looked like an oversize trapeze, a large triangle that cuffs could be fixed to, attached to a pulley at the ceiling allowing the height to be adjustable. Several of us tried out swinging on it a little. A friend pointed also out to me a ladder that went to a second level area without walls, that he thinks would be perfect for a puppet scene if some pullies and things were set up over there. Perhaps at another barn party we'll figure out how to make that happen.

After chit-chatting and hanging out for several hours, I was starting to feel a little more comfortable and at ease (social gatherings always make me a little nervous), and decided I'd give the outfit with the new boots a go. When I mentioned I'd brought a corset I was thinking of wearing, two girls I'd been chatting with both offered to help tighten it for me.

I was kind of unsure if the boots were going to work in this setting. If the heels were more pointy, walking around on hay and uneven ground wouldn't have worked the greatest. But these heels are a bit chunky, so I decided to give it a try. Not only was the hay alright (other than this one potential trip spot that was hidden under the hay, but I luckily discovered before even putting the boots on), but I even managed to walk fine on the uneven dirt ground outside. One girl commented she couldn't get how I could walk so easily on this ground outside...I'm not entirely sure myself.

What I wasn't expecting was all the attention my shiny outfit got. I guess I didn't really think about it until I'd stepped out of the little dressing room, but not many people were wearing things in this sort of style. People were generally either wearing plain clothes, or less clothes. One girl had a very cool chainmail top that I thought was great. But I kinda stood out, I guess. It wasn't really what I was trying for -- I was really just looking for an excuse to wear the sort of fetish clothing I'm into -- but I suppose I didn't mind the attention, heh.

As I mentioned in that previous entry about the boots, it at times felt like all eyes were on me anytime I'd do something as minor as walk to the snack table to get more water or blow my nose, which made me feel a little bit like a walking object (in a fun, consensual way). At one point I needed to grab something from my bag, and rather than walk all the way around the line of corn bails we were using as seats in these boots, I decided to reach over an empty spot to get to the bag, sort of leaning over a bale while kneeling. I didn't really realize the view of my shiny rump I was giving to the people next to me, until I heard them commenting "oh yes, this is nice" and "yeah, so I'll probably say something dumb, so I'm just going to stop talking." I'm not sure if I was noticeably blushing.

I'm not always the most decisive, so it wasn't until very near the end of the night that I mentioned to one girl who I was pretty sure was interested in tying me up, that I wouldn't mind doing a scene, if she wanted. She'd brought saran wrap, and some different items to use for sensation play. A couple of these items were floggers, but of a lighter variety. One of them was a flogger that looked like it was just a group of thin string-like rope. Being "hit" with it felt lighter than even being hit by a pillow.

For the record, light flogging isn't a hard limit for me. Anytime someone who wants to play asks how I feel about floggers, I say that I don't mind it as long as it remains light and more massage-like, but it also does pretty much nothing for me on a kinky level. It's one of those things I allow partly out of this worry I sometimes have that the top might get bored. No toy wants you to get bored with it. ;-)

So, the scene went like this. I'm trying to keep it short, because I have a tendency to ramble on at times. My wrists were cuffed in suspension cuffs, which were attached to the oversize trapeze I mentioned earlier. I was tempted for them to adjust the height to wear i'd be just slightly unable to touch the ground, but then I realized all the weight would be on my wrists and I'd get tired too soon. So it was adjusted to where I could rest my feet on the ground somewhat, or could be off the ground depending on how I angled my ankles.

The suspension rig was especially nice for saran wrap bondage. One of the worries whenever saran wrap bondage is done is making sure the person doesn't fall over once they have lost a certain degree of mobility, since you generally need them standing while you wrap. Because my arms were over my head, the couldn't exactly be mummified with the rest of my body, but I did get wrapped up to my armpits. A towel was place over my chest and wrapped over, making it easier to cut a hole there for later access. Since I couldn't exactly hold the towel in place myself while it was wrapped, it was held by the girl who helped tighten my corset earlier, who was also helping out with the scene.

I can't really tell you about what all was done to me, because I was blindfolded. My entire face was covered with vet wrap, with cotton balls over my eyes so I couldn't see through it, as well as over my ears. It didn't completely block sound, but it did muffle it quite a bit. It probably helped relax me, too, that I couldn't actually hear many of the comments from the people watching, I could only hear the "dungeon music," and whatever was being said by someone standing next to me.

While wrapping, there were some funny moments once I no longer had full mobility, where the process of wrapping me was causing me to spin with it. The pulley at the ceiling isn't currently meant to be spun like that, so after spinning almost 360 degrees in one direction, they stopped and spun me quick the other way, then tried to keep me in place. All of this was completely out of my control, which was very amusing. I wasn't even entirely sure which way I was facing, only had a guess.

I could talk through the vet wrap, though it was a little awkward. The more I talked, the more it kind of wrapped itself around my lips, like it was going in my mouth ever so slightly (but not really inside it). Looking at pictures of the scene are funny because you can see the basic shape of my open mouth imprinted in this "mask." I'm sure it looked kind of funny/strange when I would talk.

A hole was cut into the wrap at my chest, and the towel removed (the towel is used to keep from cutting the skin, and the catsuit). The unfortunate thing about the catsuit is that it slightly mutes any sensation play items you're trying to use, and you can't use anything that might be slightly poke-y on it. And because of the corset, the zipper in the front doesn't zip down very far. This leaves the breasts as pretty much the main area of focus then. Not that I consider this a bad thing. ;-)

The girl leading the scene commented that she was loving my reactions, and how I'd kind of try to lean away even though I clearly wasn't going anywhere. The interesting thing was that the second girl would sometimes join in on the touching, and then wander off or I don't know what for awhile. So I'd be feeling just one or two hands doing things, and then at completely random times I'd suddenly feel three or four hands. It really played with my head sometimes, in a fun kind of way. There was one point in particular where I felt hands all over me, two hands rubbing my arms and shoulders while hands played with my breasts, and that was feeling very very nice.

By this point, I could barely comment intelligibly. As things progressed, I sort of slowly drifted off into la-la land, no longer entirely there. I was aware that I was wiggling about quite a bit when things were feeling particularly good. I can only imagine how it looked to the people watching. But by this point, I was no longer there enough to really care. My internal monologue had shut down to the point where the only thoughts that were registering were "ooo, that feels nice" or "oh, that doesn't feel so nice."

And not everything felt nice, as it happens. She tried a little flogging, which was okay, but seemed to notice it wasn't really getting any reaction from me. She also asked permission of she could try kneeing me in the butt, lol, I guess like a variation of spanking. But spanking likewise doesn't really do anything for me, and her knee actually hurt more than I was expecting it to. It wasn't super painful or anything, but it was more than I was comfortable with. Didn't really dig that part.

About the only thing I'm into that could be placed in the category of "S&M" would be light nipple torture. Though I prefer it to remain fairly light. Perhaps you'd call it nipple frustration, lol. But there gets to be a point where they've had too much torture, and then no variety of touch feels fun anymore. And at the very end of the scene, it did get to that point unfortunately. I'm not sure if it was noticeable enough that she picked up on it, but not longer after that point she'd asked if I was ready to be done. Thing is, by this point I was off in la-la land, right? She was looking for a simple yes or no answer, but all I could mumble is I dunno. After more internal deliberation, I decided that if my nipples no longer "feel nice," it's probably best I be done.

Before she took the vet wrap off, she let me know that things were going to seem a little bright, but I still wasn't it expecting it to be *that* bright. Took a full minute or so before my eyes adjusted. Or maybe it just seemed that long. Everything sounded louder, too...having had been able to hear somewhat, I hadn't really realized until that moment just how muffled the sound around me had been. I also recall feeling a little disoriented until I had been able to sit down on one of the bales...which I think I actually needed to be pointed in the direction of, heh. And I mostly just sat quietly, in contemplation, while I regained my senses.

I'm not really sure how long I was bound for. I can tell you that once I sat down, there was only a half hour until the scheduled end of the party, but no idea what time the scene started. It might've been around an hour maybe? How much more or less, I couldn't tell you. But after 30 minutes of rest (which flew by way faster than it seemed), I was feeling a lot more with it and chattative again (or about as chattative as I get).

Though I have to say, one of the biggest surprises is that my feet were not sore at all by the end of the night. Surprisingly comfortable platform heels.

GALLERY

A boot shot:

A bewb shot:

(They're not petite, they're fun size. Yeah?)