On the 7th it was London’s Gay Pride march and party and a fellow pervert on the London Scene had volunteered to organize a section of the march to be peopled with human puppies and their handlers! I really enjoy Gay Pride events and feel there is a lot to be celebrated and to march for so I was very pleased to be invited to take part in the march. Naturally I slipped on my catsuit, my ballet heels and my puppy gear and headed down the wet London streets for a day of barking, yapping and howling! My good friend Nyx came as my handler and we had a fantastic time, even though the weather was poor- With the amount of rain we are having in England at present is is not surprising that rubber is seen as a particularly English affection. We were a colorful crowd though I was the only female pup and we even had a human pony amongst our ranks, and all the pups were very hardy as we crawled most of the way along the march route.
I wore my catsuit with ballet heels and knee pads, my ankles fastened to my thighs with cuffs and I wore customised croc clogs on my forepaws to protect them on the long walk. This was a fantastic set up which not only looked very sexy but enabled me to crawl quite comfortably throughout the march.
We were very well received, from the leather men to tourist’s children everyone was pleased to see us, snapping photographs and petting the puppies. But most notably, the national treasure, Stephen Fry came walking along the march and was very impressed with the puppies and took the time to shake hands with Nyx and the organizer of our pack. Yes we were all very pleased!
The march was great fun and part way along I transformed into a two legged rubber kat and started chasing the pups around, creating more mayhem which was captured by camera crews of a new BBC 4 comedy show- keep your eyes peeled! I was very pleased to scout out the beautiful Hedwig amounts the crowds and got to dart in for a quick snog before the parade continued. We made out way to Trafalgar Square as the skies dried and were quickly ambushed by a far right TV crew who wanted to interview us, we obliged but left quickly once they began comparing gay marriage to incest. So it was off to China Town for a quick lunch before going back to Nyx’s to recover after a day well done.
Synthipup the rubber bitch
Hey pretty perverts I thought I’d share with you all my new Rubber 55 hood and the cute collar and lead i was gifted for my for my Birthday! Yes its official guys I’m 21 now! Anyway the photography is again by the phenomenal Izas Gonzales of Compulsive Behaviour. I won this hood at the Annual Rubber Awards at Club RUB in October as a prize for Best hood, its a beautiful fit and encases my shaven head tightly, I had the eyes and mouth holes slightly adjusted and I adore this hood (I wore it last night to Pedestal!) I can’t wait to wear it for a full Rubber doll look!
I’ve been a bit poo about updating this blog so here’s a big ol’e update on what I’ve been up to this season!
Stowe Gothic Temple
I was lucky enough to be invited by a friend to Stowe Gothic Temple for rubbering up and shooting! We had a splendid time though during the day it was far too hot to shoot so we had to wait til sundown. Stowe is a beautiful English country manor house which is known for its collection of grottos, we stayed in one of these, the gothic temple, which was stunning. When we arrived Karren Chessman was already there with the lovely chap who had organized it, Martyn, Jerome arrived later from Paris to document our doings for a television show about sexuality and gender. We all had a splendid time dressing up and shooting and have some spectacular photographs to show for it as well as fond memories.
Photography by Rubber Martyn.
Dave Darcy shoot
I had a wonderful day shooting with Dave Darcy we did some lovely little shoots in his beautiful apartment. We covered a nice selections of perversions, rubber masks, hoods, inflatable hoods, domestic servitude, rubber maids, balloons, balloon popping, thigh high boots and latex. These videos and shots will be on sale soon, in the meantime here’s a little preview.
Club RUB Back to School
A lovely little night out in Vauxhall to say goodbye to the fire complex which has hosted Club RUB for most of this year. I had a great evening with lots of good friends which ended in a beating- as the best of them do!
I performed at Decadence’s grand re opening at Hidden. TBC
London Fetish Weekend
Annual Rubber Awards
Leather Club RUB
Hey pervs! I just had published my latest article for Skin Two.
‘Over the past few years, outward displays of faith have been a hot topic, but now the debate has taken a route which makes it more relevant than ever to fetishists. A midwife in Bedford has been dismissed from work for wearing an emblem of her beliefs, her silver slave collar. (See Article) She has taken the matter to the courts because she believes that this is a discriminatory act. North and East Herts Health Authority refuted this claim, stating that the issue was purely a matter of health and safety. The midwife then stood her ground, referring to the allowances made for others to wear symbols of more traditional belief e.g crucifix necklaces.’
Read the full article here.
I was lucky enough to be able to go to Paris and stay in Dr A.R’s labs recently. Whilst I was in Paris I stayed with Dirty Doll Baby and we did some fantastic new shoots which will be available to you all soon- caning, ballet boot worship and heavy rubber maids. D.D.B threw me a wonderful rubber dinner party which dissolved into fetishistic high jinks, when thunder struck we all headed to Bois de Vincennes to cavort about in the rain in our rubber gear. Staying at the Labs was an amazing experience, Dr A.R and his slave S are lovely, dedicated perverts whom it was a pleasure to sub to. We did several shoots including pony play and water bondage. The Doctor makes most of their play equipment and S makes a great deal of her rubber wear, they are both very talented lovely people. I would like to take this opportunity to say a huge thank you to them and Dirty Doll Baby for the wonderful time I had in France!
Love and latex
J.G Ballard- Crash
“Trying to exhaust himself, Vaughan devised an endless almanac of terrifying wounds and insane collisions: The lungs of elderly men punctured by door-handles; the chests of young women impaled on steering-columns; the cheek of handsome youths torn on the chromium latches of quarter-lights. To Vaughan, these wounds formed the key to a new sexuality, born from a perverse technology. The images of these wounds hung in the gallery of his mind, like exhibits in the museum of a slaughterhouse.”
An intense tour of a shadow world which depicts with fervor true obsession and all consuming fetish. The hand which leads you is shaking and sweaty with anticipation and arousal, almost fear at the realization of something so perfect. Ballard’s narration of this universe is so impassioned an encapsulating that this book welds itself to your mind as you read it. You see through the looking glass your own world transformed, through the character’s eyes distorted and warped by mad desire. Delicious delirium.
This weekend after performing at Club RUB, I went on to Antagony a hard music night which has a huge anything goes attitude. Some of my friends go regularly and had been telling me I needed to go for sometime! The night’s described as Queer Punk- a term I’ve not heard much other than in reference to this, but apparently my friends felt I would fit the scene well. So, prepared for some serious dancing I wore my big ol’e goth boots and threw on a my rubber corset and hood with some leather gloves and got going! The music was amazing once I relaxed into the vibe and got my groove on, I hadn’t danced like this in a LONG time. It was like my first goth club days but harder and faster and with more confidence! The club has a preserved back street, run down look to it, one entered through the back door rather than the front and there was minimal staff and the club itself was tatty, creating a perfect squattish vibe which I feared would be missing when I discovered the event was not held at squats and warehouses as I’d first envisaged. The smoke machine filled the room and a projector screened cult visuals, the dancers sweat covered and incensed by the music, skins pierced heavily and mottled with tattoos, hair dreadlocked, shaved. A heavy hardcore fetish rave indeed.
Torture Garden- September Ball 2010
As HM Larvatus Prodeo and I arrived we managed to happen upon our good friend Miss Chaos, once we were all ready we followed the turn and turn about of the spiral staircase which sits at the core of the building the party was in full swing with lots of lovely people in beautiful costumes.
I wore a floor length velvet skirt, hitched to the crotch at front my rubber corset, rubber elbow length gloves, my rubber hood, a beaded Venetian mask and two necklaces attached to my nipples with kirby grips- this I found to be far more painful than I expected!
Soon enough we bumped into a beautiful rubber couple we are friends with and I became very excited to discover that EeenyMeeney had her hood with her! Good goth they looked good! Nothing better than heavy rubber couples! Yum yum! We all chattered and ponced about in front of LP’s camera.
Later in the night I laced myself into my new ballet boots in an attempt to do some practice, sadly the floor was far too booze covered by that time of night but LP still got this snazzy shot of me before I gave up!
All in all it was a fab night with wonderful people who I can not wait to see again.
Long nails peel my flesh from bones.
I am reordered and recreated. My meat stacked.
Red thread stitches me together with a careful eye.
Tender hands did this,
Their pride gives me birth.
With my first breath I breathe my thanks
It comes hushed and wordless, small kisses upon polished boots.
Sight. The sight of my World.
Wet mouth opened, teeth revealed.
My tears wash clean my wounds.
The salt licks itself, small stings.
As my face is consoled in Your eyes.
Broken and Created.
The burning sun of the new year brings rebirth
‘You are here to suffer’ He told me
and that was comforting
Wet eyes, screams and breathing too fast
I was instructed to breathe slowly, breath through it
experience the pain
told to look.
I became a vessel, strung up on that frame, white body taught half way to heaven
I looked into blue eyes and focused
Long slow breaths.
Stern control passed from hand to hand.
Now bound I twitched, moaned, whimpered
White light on the cross.
I am not religious.
I believe in this.
A beautiful, cheeky portrait of me by the amazing Desire Doll! You can contact her to commission your own too!