My Fellow Inmates,
Today I was in the home of a SWAT officer. He was dashingly handsome, and had gear scattered around his home. Lets just say that asylum had to cum before he left his house so I could play the part of an everyday citizen for even a short timeframe...
I will also be the first to admit that I have this problem with Cops... No matter what I do in life or how I play, if I run in to a real cop my knees get weak and my submissive side finds its way to the surface. "Yes officer, No Officer" and all that jazz. I have always wanted to play in the back of a cruiser, also in the back of an ambulance, but that's another crossed wire for a later discussion.
I think it has a lot to do with the fact that no matter how hard I may have tried I never got on the bad side of the law... Ever. The closest I ever got was I once was read my rights when I was a kid, but after the situation was sorted out they only took one of my friends away... I.e. we ratted him out to save our sorry hides... lol.
I check out every cop I see on the streets, the Motorcycle cops are the best, and not the old Harley types... The new BMW bike cops in full face helmets... yum!
I don't know why, but I lose my ability to speak, and I get the shakes. In full uniform I am a lost cause. Players in the scene that play cop and have the full uniform and all don't do the same to me, you still look awesome, but there is something added about the knowledge that you are fully trained, you could take me down in a heartbeat without even thinking, tied up and fucked by you.... ok, yes this is a side of Asylum that does not come out often, and it would not have had I not been in an officer's home with gear between us...
So why was I even there? Well...
I got the opportunity to buy a cell extraction suit... basically a set of full body armor that could take the blow from a sledgehammer in to the chest and do little more than knock the wearer over. Basically an amazing suit. It was posted on Craigslist for sale, and I jumped on it so fast my head spun...
I emailed the guy and left him my phone number and he called back right away, when I answered the phone it was dead air... I called the number back and it was answered "This is ***" (I strike out his name as its not necessary to post). I told him I was calling on the suit and we set up a time to meet. The only problem he said is that it was missing its helmet, but they made a replacement for it I could have.
Whatever, I was interested in the armor, not some crap helmet replacement I would probably chuck.... I wasn't prepared for what the replacement was... more on that in a bit....
So I travelled out to this guy's home today, and damnit if he did not answer the door in full uniform, the only missing piece was that his belt and weapon were sitting on the kitchen counter. A jacket hung over one of the chairs with SWAT on it... I was so happy I came before leaving my house.
The gear was spread out across the floor, the suit was a hell of a lot bulkier than I thought it would be, and later at home I actually worked up a sweat trying to wrestle myself into it all, this shall be a two person job for the future. It is black, thick, and covers every part of the body... An amazing suit.
The helmet though was something I wasn't prepared for, In the picture I saw it appeared to be a duct tape mess, when I saw it up-close the first thing I noticed is that it was HUGE. Inspecting closer I saw that it was a football helmet that has been heavily padded on all sides with a duct tape shell holding it all together and a grill applied to the outside of the face with two little slits to see through... I have already gotten the rolls of duct tape out and we will be doing some work on it to perv it out a lot more than it already is...
Hmm This kind of gear and handcuffs... besides the hand jobs, blowjobs and buttsex I mean is there really much of a difference between us and cops... really? I ask you... lol.
Back to the Helmet...
It will be very useful for play, the world looks quite unusual from inside, and you can bang your head all you want, you will never hurt yourself. After I repair it I will post pix in a future blog.
The suit and some other new purchases all have a purpose, a plan. If it all works out then Rubberfreak shall be the first to see it in its complete state, and I know he is getting excited... as am I.
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
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Weapons of Ass Destruction...
My Fellow inmates,
Ok, so my titles to these blogs sometimes read like bad porn film names... But when this shit comes to me I wish to share, its just the way this depraved brain works.
If you are truly concerned cover me in layers of rubber, apply locking four point restraints, and strap me tight to a gurney. If I bitch there is this great bit gag I love applying over the rubber puffy hood with the open mouth. The pressure of the gag biting in and the hood trying to push it back out...
Well lets just say people tend to want it out after a bit, as it begins to get real sore, and that's when lessons upon what comes out of the boy's trap begin to be learned.
God I love being an asshole.
Speaking of, the plan for writing yesterday went by the wayside. My Roomie and I ended up playing, but first we went gear hunting out at the thrift stores and the Army navy surplus stores.
I must say that I truly hate eBay for the fact that it has killed the local gear market. Anyone that was out hunting for gear before eBay started up in the late 90's knows exactly what I am talking about. You could find anything, and I do mean anything in those old stores.
I remember on trip to a swap meet in South Tacoma years ago. I was going isle by isle looking at all the scattered junk that people had brought out to sell. I had already amassed an armful of different pieces of gear, from helmets to gasmasks to sailing gear, But it was this one guy's dive gear collection that caught my eye.
Mostly what hung there on the racks were ancient Harvey's and Aqualung 2 piece gear that was so ragged that no diver in their right mind would use it, and the sun faded pinks and baby blues were so fetching that it was a damn shame that I had already done my playroom motif in all black. I mean think of the pictures!
As I leafed through this rack of crap gear, a glimmer of black latex caught my eye. Now some of you will not believe this, but buried within this pile was a latex shirt from Skin Two. Size Men's large. I bought it from him for 10 dollars, as he thought it was dive gear, and frankly who was I to argue...
I miss those days, damn you eBay....
Back to my tangent about yesterday though. My roommate and I went in to this one Army Navy Surplus at the edge of Fort Lewis & McCord Air force base. Let me tell you, the economy has caused the Surplus stores to blossom.
The gear was overflowing most likely from soldiers trying to get any cash they can for their stuff when they find themselves in a pinch. They can bring it directly to us, we will give them better money than surplus stores will, and probably be willing pinch them too ("Damn you look good in your BDU's... why don't you come upstairs, there is a table I would like to show you")
So we found a few pieces of gear that were in great shape that we really wanted, but the prices were outrageous, so we decided to pass. As we were heading out the door the proprietor chimes up with "Did you see anything?"
"No, we shall just pass today, thank you" We replied.
"Do you believe in Jesus?" She shot out...
Now I will tell you what, I clamed right up, as I knew that I would probably ruin this woman's day if I came out with what was on my mind, and besides I was a bit taken a back at the gall that it took to ask random people that question.
My roommate stepped up to the plate to field the inquiry though "I was raised Catholic." He replied, "So I kind of have to."
We chuckled at the response and started making our way to the door just as she decided to turn her attention to me. "How about you?" She asked.
"I was raised Jewish." I replied frankly beginning to get a bit perturbed.
"Well Jesus was a Jew as well, you know that right? He is our savior..." She continued on.
I was bursting at the seams, and pushed my way out of the store. Any hope at all for a purchase from me now or ever was shot to hell by this attitude from this person be she the owner or just an employee, and if just an employee I so hope the management is not aware of her berating the customers this way...
None the less, after long and hard thought my roommate, WetsuitJay, and I came up with proper responses that we wanted to say, but were way too kind to actually reply as such... Nothing is stopping me from sharing them with you here..
So if I accept Jesus do I get a discount?
I am sorry, if the enlightened people are all like you, I would prefer to burn in hell thank you.
Does Jesus know you are charging these kinds of prices?
JESUS? WHERE?
Jesus Christ Look at this price tag!
That's ok, I will just wait for the rapture and then return for some free shit.
I would love to accept Jesus, but I will have to wait for midnight to ask my master if it's ok.
What would Jesus think if he knew I wanted to drop a load in this flight suit?
Oh, we are Faggots... Jesus likes Faggots right?
Yes, I saw Jesus strapped up up on that cross over there on your wall. He looks great, but this is an Army Navy Surplus, I mean you have gas masks, hoses, and filters right?... and I mean, why cover his cock?
(Peaking up under the cloth covering him on the cross) "Huh, you're right, he is a Jew"
Ah well... Not everyone is fortunate enough to have seen the light like us. I say the Christians send us all their 18 year old boys... Let us deprogram them and give them experiences they will never forget, then let them decide for themselves
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
Ok, so my titles to these blogs sometimes read like bad porn film names... But when this shit comes to me I wish to share, its just the way this depraved brain works.
If you are truly concerned cover me in layers of rubber, apply locking four point restraints, and strap me tight to a gurney. If I bitch there is this great bit gag I love applying over the rubber puffy hood with the open mouth. The pressure of the gag biting in and the hood trying to push it back out...
Well lets just say people tend to want it out after a bit, as it begins to get real sore, and that's when lessons upon what comes out of the boy's trap begin to be learned.
God I love being an asshole.
Speaking of, the plan for writing yesterday went by the wayside. My Roomie and I ended up playing, but first we went gear hunting out at the thrift stores and the Army navy surplus stores.
I must say that I truly hate eBay for the fact that it has killed the local gear market. Anyone that was out hunting for gear before eBay started up in the late 90's knows exactly what I am talking about. You could find anything, and I do mean anything in those old stores.
I remember on trip to a swap meet in South Tacoma years ago. I was going isle by isle looking at all the scattered junk that people had brought out to sell. I had already amassed an armful of different pieces of gear, from helmets to gasmasks to sailing gear, But it was this one guy's dive gear collection that caught my eye.
Mostly what hung there on the racks were ancient Harvey's and Aqualung 2 piece gear that was so ragged that no diver in their right mind would use it, and the sun faded pinks and baby blues were so fetching that it was a damn shame that I had already done my playroom motif in all black. I mean think of the pictures!
As I leafed through this rack of crap gear, a glimmer of black latex caught my eye. Now some of you will not believe this, but buried within this pile was a latex shirt from Skin Two. Size Men's large. I bought it from him for 10 dollars, as he thought it was dive gear, and frankly who was I to argue...
I miss those days, damn you eBay....
Back to my tangent about yesterday though. My roommate and I went in to this one Army Navy Surplus at the edge of Fort Lewis & McCord Air force base. Let me tell you, the economy has caused the Surplus stores to blossom.
The gear was overflowing most likely from soldiers trying to get any cash they can for their stuff when they find themselves in a pinch. They can bring it directly to us, we will give them better money than surplus stores will, and probably be willing pinch them too ("Damn you look good in your BDU's... why don't you come upstairs, there is a table I would like to show you")
So we found a few pieces of gear that were in great shape that we really wanted, but the prices were outrageous, so we decided to pass. As we were heading out the door the proprietor chimes up with "Did you see anything?"
"No, we shall just pass today, thank you" We replied.
"Do you believe in Jesus?" She shot out...
Now I will tell you what, I clamed right up, as I knew that I would probably ruin this woman's day if I came out with what was on my mind, and besides I was a bit taken a back at the gall that it took to ask random people that question.
My roommate stepped up to the plate to field the inquiry though "I was raised Catholic." He replied, "So I kind of have to."
We chuckled at the response and started making our way to the door just as she decided to turn her attention to me. "How about you?" She asked.
"I was raised Jewish." I replied frankly beginning to get a bit perturbed.
"Well Jesus was a Jew as well, you know that right? He is our savior..." She continued on.
I was bursting at the seams, and pushed my way out of the store. Any hope at all for a purchase from me now or ever was shot to hell by this attitude from this person be she the owner or just an employee, and if just an employee I so hope the management is not aware of her berating the customers this way...
None the less, after long and hard thought my roommate, WetsuitJay, and I came up with proper responses that we wanted to say, but were way too kind to actually reply as such... Nothing is stopping me from sharing them with you here..
So if I accept Jesus do I get a discount?
I am sorry, if the enlightened people are all like you, I would prefer to burn in hell thank you.
Does Jesus know you are charging these kinds of prices?
JESUS? WHERE?
Jesus Christ Look at this price tag!
That's ok, I will just wait for the rapture and then return for some free shit.
I would love to accept Jesus, but I will have to wait for midnight to ask my master if it's ok.
What would Jesus think if he knew I wanted to drop a load in this flight suit?
Oh, we are Faggots... Jesus likes Faggots right?
Yes, I saw Jesus strapped up up on that cross over there on your wall. He looks great, but this is an Army Navy Surplus, I mean you have gas masks, hoses, and filters right?... and I mean, why cover his cock?
(Peaking up under the cloth covering him on the cross) "Huh, you're right, he is a Jew"
Ah well... Not everyone is fortunate enough to have seen the light like us. I say the Christians send us all their 18 year old boys... Let us deprogram them and give them experiences they will never forget, then let them decide for themselves
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
Friday, February 6, 2009
Viagra in the water
My Fellow Inmates,
I wanted to send a quick note this evening, as I realize that I have slacked off on my promised "Song of the week". So with that I have now posted 2 new songs to get back up to speed.
The first is by Camille West, and is called "Viagra in the water" It is about what happens to a small town when a truckload of Viagra crashes in to the town water supply.
The second song is called "Prison Bitch" and is a 1950's style doo-wop ballad of prison love... silly yes, but both are quite humorous.
Take a listen, hope you will enjoy.
Well it appears Asylum may be on strike soon, my union is deciding, and Sunday is the deadline. In some ways I welcome the free vacation, in others I tend to like the option of eating... Although no food tends to be a great diet... hehe...
Eh, not as dire as all that, mostly it means I will have time to write, and time to play. So its not a bad thing.
The plan for now in regards to Carpe Noctem part 2 is to take Saturday, get some things done in the AM, cleaning and such, and then make lunch, pour a drink and sit down to work long and hard on it... my roomie wants to play, so we shall see who's plan wins there... :)
If not and I am on strike come Monday I will work on CN2, and start CN3... but I also have a new project on the horizon, about predators and prey, bondage suits and cops, and fear... Stay tuned...
I also plan to ask my former master from many years ago if I can write the true story of our relationship. I am sure he will not mind, but since I respect Mr Mitchell's wishes, I shall wait until I have his blessing...
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
I wanted to send a quick note this evening, as I realize that I have slacked off on my promised "Song of the week". So with that I have now posted 2 new songs to get back up to speed.
The first is by Camille West, and is called "Viagra in the water" It is about what happens to a small town when a truckload of Viagra crashes in to the town water supply.
The second song is called "Prison Bitch" and is a 1950's style doo-wop ballad of prison love... silly yes, but both are quite humorous.
Take a listen, hope you will enjoy.
Well it appears Asylum may be on strike soon, my union is deciding, and Sunday is the deadline. In some ways I welcome the free vacation, in others I tend to like the option of eating... Although no food tends to be a great diet... hehe...
Eh, not as dire as all that, mostly it means I will have time to write, and time to play. So its not a bad thing.
The plan for now in regards to Carpe Noctem part 2 is to take Saturday, get some things done in the AM, cleaning and such, and then make lunch, pour a drink and sit down to work long and hard on it... my roomie wants to play, so we shall see who's plan wins there... :)
If not and I am on strike come Monday I will work on CN2, and start CN3... but I also have a new project on the horizon, about predators and prey, bondage suits and cops, and fear... Stay tuned...
I also plan to ask my former master from many years ago if I can write the true story of our relationship. I am sure he will not mind, but since I respect Mr Mitchell's wishes, I shall wait until I have his blessing...
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
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