Monday, January 26, 2009

As The Cell Door Turns

My Fellow Inmates,

Well as soon as one thinks they are settled, life rears its left asscheek and aerates the room. Having recently moved it appears I shall be doing so again some time within this year.

It looks like we are going to be moving into a larger home. That being said, the play space will now actually be in a basement and twice the size of the space we have to use at the moment. This is the plus.

The negative part is at this moment the padded cell is on hiatus. I am not sure about the size and layout of the new digs, and until I get a chance to see it I will have to place that project on the back burner...

With that said though, a larger space means that the one major toy I have wanted for so long, a Striker gurney (pictured) is not only a possibility but an inevitability.

In our current home there is not the space for it. In the new place there is more than enough, and I have some hardcore bondage ideas using this toy that I have never seen done before. Experimentation on willing, and or unwilling participants is one thing that I enjoy quite well, and anything that holds them down tighter is a major plus in my book.

Stay tuned on all of that.

In the meantime we are still piecing together the current playroom, though now that we know its temporary progress will probably slow a bit after the BDG table arrives, and the grand ideas shall wait until the permanent location is readied for setup.

Realize that this means that when we do move, I will chronicle the building of the play space, from the blank pix of the empty room as we first see it to the finished space once all is said and done.

Think of it as Martha Stewart's Dungeon Living

For now look forward to thoughts, plans, play, and twisted humor as we count down the months to the new play space.

With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum

As The Cell Door Turns

My Fellow Inmates,

The first order of business is to remember what blessed font I used the day before when I posted the last blog... This brings us to the next part, the blog itself. It can be hard to figure out sometimes what to say in a blog that is posted daily: What do people wish to hear about, what ramblings are better kept inside the grey matter than unleashing upon the unsuspecting populace?


One way or the other I plan to post daily on this, Asylum holds his own unique brand of insanity and inquiring minds want to know. Even though Rosanne did not birth my Alien love child, and in so many ways I am thankful for this, I still have many insightful things to share (I.e. What's the best way to get those pesky cum stains out, Great J-lube recipes, & No mater what he says that catsuit does not make you butt look fat). Heloise Eat your heart out...

Before you ask, I am the most normal person I know... be afraid, be very afraid...

As you can see by the Picture the playroom has taken a next step forward... Yes I realize all we did was put up pegboard and hung gear, but it definitely has an ambiance about it.


Now before you ask, yes its white, deal with it. If you haven't figured out asylum's attachment to the whole institutional look yet... well.... *cough*... Moving forward.

Oh by the way, we ordered a BDG bondage strap table with all the trimmings, that should be here any day now... Also other stuff soon to come in, more on that later...

With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Moving Day: In More ways than one

My fellow inmates,


Welcome to my new blog, yes trite I know, but it seemed the best way to start as any. We of questionable morals welcome those who have made the trek over to the new website, and to those who are still adding me as a friend on the old site... umm... Catch a clue, thanks.

It has been a hell of a month not only for Rubberrebel and Guyzingear, but for the Asylum as well. Those of you who know me know that I have now moved from the old apartment (Yes I know it smelled like pets, That is gone now) To a home in Bellevue, Washington. Like George and Wheezy the Asylum has moved on up to the eastside.

In the process of doing so I decided to donate 90% of my belongings (read: all the shit the ex bought) to Goodwill for people who could stomach looking at it more than I could to use. This means that the Asylum's Karma cup overfloweth at the moment and the progress of the new place definitely shows it.

The playroom was the first place we dug our heels into to get going, and as soon as the first bed was set up with the Argentino restraint suit and the Posey restraints, well as you can see by the pic we quickly found ourselves sidetracked and deep in play.

We have a long way to go, and lots of projects to do to get there, from the continued assembly of the playroom, to the building of the padded cell. I plan to chronicle all of this here in this blog. Lets also not forget the acquisition of gear either. From the simple hood to a one of a kind bondage suit that will make the Studio Gum Rubber Prison Suit look like child's play...

Its all coming, and soon...

Make sure you check out the relocated club as well called "The Rubber Asylum" www.guyzingear.net/clubs/therubberasylum

There we will post all new pictures as we take them, and gather a group of like minded perverts for other twisted activities.

With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum