Today a Posting was made on "The Latex Dollhouse" musing over a connection to a story on our site...
I'm reposting her blogpost, with her blessing, but I welcome you to visit LatexJessica's Latex Dollhouse Blog and read all of her writings::
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Pandora
This weekend I was reading a very sexy story from Delusions From a Padded Cell and except for the sex of the main character, seems he read my current problems. Or, it’s way more common than I ever considered it would be.
And yes, it’s a rubber male gay site. I am bisexual and I do think rubber men are hot. A true rubber dominant man is überhot. And I love heavy rubber. Just add 1+1, gay rubber is twice as hot, even tho, I never hold interest in the rubber slave tho, submissive men don’t catch my eye. Submissive women… we can talk about it
What’s the big taboo about enjoying a gay rubber site anyway, even if you’re not A) gay and not B) a man ? Because I’m in a lesbian relationship now, I am somehow forbidden to get horny for anything but lesbian rubber stories? Sorry, I’m not really afraid they’re gonna rip my lesbian membership card for that one.
Also, the things that draw me towards a dominant rubber man are very different than what draws me towards a dominant rubber woman, even if the kind of play I like is the same. And I find both appealing in different ways.
And those are things I can no longer deny. My life right now is the myth of the cave all over again. I spent many years dreaming and desiring and needing, and after a while, life pushed me into a role I did not want at first, but I got used to it. And day after day went by, and I always projected the things I wanted in the future. Then, came the concessions to adjust desire to reality, and desire lost, but that’s what everyone else does, right? And little by little, I was jailed in a cave, and my whole reality was made of shadows in the wall. Until, sometime ago, someone showed up in my life, poked me, and pointed to the entrance of the cave. And I woke up, got up, and walked outside, and I am still dazzled by the whole array of shapes and colors and textures and smells that life has. These first steps out of the cave are not easy, my legs were no longer used to walking, and I want to stride and then run!
I can’t deny any longer that my body organically needs the touch and love of rubber. Call me the crazy lady, I don’t care anymore, I won’t deny my reality in the name of approval by others. You can’t toss me back into the cave, so, shoosh. I opened my own Pandora Box and now I’m floating in the drive and desire to have my body coated in this delicious material as much as I can, as much as I can take it, and then, some more, please. And yes, it’s a Pandora Box, because with all this good knowledge and desire, comes the responsibility and consequences of my acts. I’ll deal with them when I am ready.
And the funny thing is, going after what you want is no way a guarantee of achieving. But here’s the thing, either I go for it, try my best, and fail despite my best, or succeed. Or do not try, and just fail, but without even the slightest hope of success. But the major ingredient right now is to hold down anxiety, and fear, and live in the now with steps towards my goals. I will go on, and will try to keep a positive agenda here on the blog, even if I can’t succeed everyday, I promise to show you as much of my journey as it’s safe.
And I hope it will help people on similar spots in life to come to their own conclusion about what path is the correct one for them. Because only you can know what you truly need. All I know, is that this is much more common than what I first thought, and I hope this blog will be a poke on other people trapped in a cave. I was lucky to get one when I was trapped inside. I hope I can help you also find your way out.
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On Rubberzone, "Dogger" denoted:
"This is essentially the secret fantasy of every vanilla guy in rubber/bondage. lol. xD This has always been at the top of my list for favorite bondage stories. Asylum, you have such a way to capture your audience, and really make them think and not just make them hard, although there is plenty of that too
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...The Point here is to tell those of you out there "thank you"... I have never made a secret out of the fact that that story was my own cry for help in dark times...
And if anyone has found any sort of comfort in it... Then that just made it worth the pain and want that it took to write it on that hard winter afternoon...
As always, I thank you again, my audience, you make the work I put in to this all worth it
With That, Visiting Time Is Over.
What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.
~Rubberasylum
