The courts have decreed; I am not responsible for my actions... With that said...

My Fellow Inmates,

Well, this morning, after six days, Rubberfreak was taken back to the airport on his way home. I must say it is amazing to me that I enjoyed this boy’s company so much, that at the moment, after just getting home from the airport, I am in a piss ass poor mood. Perhaps next time he visits I will break out the welding torch after the locks click… go ahead, get out of them.

On the note of next time, I think I mentioned before that the boy entered into a deal with me… always a dangerous proposition. He brought me a bed-web and 10 locking humane restraints, and in trade he will receive a custom catsuit of my design from it. Though the rules to the game have changed a bit now… After the catsuit is completed and delivered, he knows where I live if he really wants it… It shall be waiting in the playroom. J

Speaking of gear and the bed web and custom pieces, as I mentioned I am in a bad mood and really need to bitch. This boy has a handle on what he is doing, he is handy with a sewing machine, and the parachute that is used in the heat torture electro video (more on that later) was also created by him…

Now, before I go off the deep-end, the two Companies I am speaking of here have had their names blotched out so I can speak freely about them without having to edit myself of which I am not a fan of doing.

I freely admit I am an asshole, and am proud of it. It’s when companies hide behind the fallacy of being supporters of the community that I will kick out that crutch, piss on your shoe, and call it as I see it... just who I am.

With that said, last year at IML I purchased for 500.00 a catsuit from a company who is well known for their leather gear, yet their rubber gear and customer service gives me a good ideas what the “S” stands for.

Now you all know that asylum is a rubber fiend, no bones about that ever. I have purchased from many companies over the years, most of them out of Europe (those Europeans know how to do perversion the right way).

Coming up to IML last may however I found myself without a catsuit that fit anymore, and wanted a smaller one than the one I had hanging in my closet.

Due to the short time frame I contacted this unnamed (Well known, Self Important) company figuring that since I have received such great leatherwork from them over the years with only a modicum of rudeness with my orders, that purchasing a catsuit from them would be a quick way to bypass the wait time that would come with placing an order from one of my normal houses like Cocoon or Regulation.

So I contacted them in March, I figured with IML at the end of May this was more than enough time. I told them I wanted a catsuit with attached gloves, and preferably one thicker than the thinner latex they typically use in their catsuits.

Their one sentence reply: “We do Not Make Inventions” and that was the end of the email.

Now understandably this confused me, as anyone who plays in the community knows someone who has a custom piece by this place. So I wrote back a direct reply to this email stating as much, and explaining that I was not asking for hard work, just a little customization.

This time the letter received back was from a manager there, and explained that they currently had too much to do and they would be happy to help me when they had more time later in the year and they would let me know when they were able to do so.

With this said it is now a year later and I have yet to receive a follow-up letting me know that they are ready to make my suit, huge surprise that they are in business with R***n, do we see any similarities in how they run their businesses and support the community that pays their bills?

So, still wanting a catsuit I decided to wait until the vendor fair at IML and just purchase one directly from there. Surfing around the stands I came across suit after suit. I began to feel like a pervy retelling of the Goldilocks story:

This suit was too thin

This suit was too cheap

And R***n gear? I would rather do fireplay with a napalm buttplug than wear your name across my back... So um, yeah, no.

So by default I gravitated towards the company of my disdain, as many before me had with no other choice for semi-decent gear. I picked out a catsuit and tried it on, it actually fit well, and the paper thin latex was flattering on my frame. Really wanting a new suit I sucked up my pride and paid the 500.00 they were asking and walked away…

Now… with this whole story told, how exactly does this relate to the boy and his ability to make and work on gear? Well, this catsuit is pure trash. As stated before the latex is painfully thin. I can order a suit twice this thick from Cocoon who will proudly stand behind their work for 100.00 less.

This suit has seams that are loose at the wrists and ankles, not bothered to be reinforced. You can see the glue tracks on the inside of the suit at the seams, and the worst offence… They installed a codpiece and did not bother to reinforce the snaps at all. This means every time you attempt to access the dick you must worry about ruining the suit.

For a company of this size and stature this is an unforgivable offence especially if you are going to charge the same price as someone selling good gear. I am going to be sending this catsuit to the boy who is going to have to pop out all the snaps, reinforce them, and reinstall them… and yet this company still had the balls to charge 500.00 for shit work.

If anyone affiliated with this company is reading this, of which I doubt because that would mean that they actually still cared about what people purchasing their gear thought rather than running a quantity based business model over a quality one, and climbing into bed with community raping cash cow cancers the likes of R***n. You may want to tell your owner that there is an open American rubber production scene begging for high end quality gear, and no one has stepped up to fill it yet.

Watch out though, There is a new boy on the block, I can’t say who yet as they wish to fly low at this point, but I have received some of their work, and frankly their rubber gear makes yours look like it came from EBay in comparison.

Heed my warning: Step up, and Step up now… Otherwise your latex side may last long enough to see the “S” stand for Sideswiped.



Then again perhaps I am just cranky and need a nap.

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

The Freaks Cum Out At Night

My fellow Inmates,


I come to you today writing about a dire situation. My current visitor, Patient 001: Rubberfreak, is a hell of a lot more ill than we first thought. His treatment shall need to be stepped up and drastic measures shall need to be taken.


Let me relate the story to you now…


Friday morning we picked the boy up at the airport, where he showed up hauling 50 pounds of gear. After running a whole bunch of errands, we finally made it home and next thing I know the boy bouncing around covered in latex. I must share with you that we were horrified, for we had no idea that the boy’s sickness ran this deep. For a short time I was loss at how to proceed, and then I asked myself…


What would Jesus do?


Deciding that there was some therapeutic basis to the boy assisting in the construction of one of the objects of his treatment; I put him right to work assembling the new table. Upon its completion I figured the best thing for the boy would be to begin with some aversion therapy. He was addicted to rubber, so we were going to give it to him, and in spades.


Slathering up everything but his bare feet in latex; “Bare feet can be very useful when someone is bound and helpless” (This is an excerpt from the recently rediscovered missing papers of Sigmund Freud; written during the oft forgotten about Transgender years). We then began the immobilization process.


After he was thoroughly unable to hurt himself any longer, I focused specifically on the largest issue at hand… The boy has… Well his issue is… Well being as prim and proper as Asylum is I can not bring myself to even say it. So I share with you the following church approved terms in hopes that we can end up on the same page in understanding the dire issue that Asylum is attempting to cure.



Approved Terms For Deviance:

Chilling the crusader, Joshing the hound, Grappling the Elmo, Spit-polishing the electric goo gun, Jerkin' the purple headed warrior, Harping on the one-eyed yogurt thrower, Slap-Boxing the pumpkin,

Squashing the goalie, Whacking the tower of power, Hitting Bubba, Twisting the obelisk, Romancing the squirmin' German, Test-firing the magic one-eyed wonder weasel. Getting in touch with the satin-headed serpent,


Playing ping pong with the purple-headed yogurt pistol, Fisting Jimmy Dean, Bleeding the testicular squatters, Boppin' the single serving soup dispenser, Making like Hans Solo and stroking the obvious, Boxing Kojak, Debugging the wire, Ramming the oompa loompa.


Fastening the chin strap on the helmet of love, sampling the secret sauce, helping put Mr. Kleenex's kids through college, aggravating one eyed postal worker, Patting the Robertson, or blowing Kurt’s brains across the room…


Ok, perhaps the last one hails from the sick recessed trenches of Asylum’s Seattle tinged mind… Guess what, get over it, Courtney got off scot free, and it's over. Right now she is sipping mimosas in her multimillion dollar drug den on the cell with O.J. (in his cell), comparing notes for the sister book to his “How I would have done it”.


Danger severe tangents next 30 miles, now compensating so as to swerve back on the road; basically the tracks on the trains of thought in this clusterfuck one calls grey matter are so corroded from improper use over the years that derailments are common place… be warned.


So where was I?


Ah yes, the boy. After hours of torturous treatments on the table and extended experimentations into mixing poppers with endorphins, the boy was allowed to rest in the sleepsack with a bit gag tightened down on the puffy hood. I will tell you something he found out fairly quickly… This sucks. The hood wants to push it back out and the gag wants to pull back in. It gets sore real quick.


Once on the boy found out it was not coming off easily. The mix of the boy’s whining and the wonderful writhing of the sleepsacked form when Asylum’s fingernails accidently slipped together on the head of his dick multiple times over caused your fair practitioner to have a outburst of his own… all over said boy…


He was very thankful after I cleaned him up that I took pity on him and did not force him to sleep in the gag. This was only due to the fact he had had two hours of sleep the night before. It was my wish that he be rested for the following day’s treatments…


More on that later…


You can see pictures of the boy’s progress in the Rubberasylum group, under events, by choosing Rubberasylum Patient 001: Rubberfreak. I will try to update this daily, and I promise you, there are some very entertaining videos coming down the pike… stay tuned



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

From behind the locked door on 9th Floor West

My fellow Inmates,

So Asylum learned a valuable lesson recently, as I sat down a few days ago and typed out a lengthy blog post catching us all up on the ins and outs of the latest goings on…

I hit backspace to correct a typo and the browser thought I meant to navigate back a page. I screamed, I ranted, I cried… but alas it was too late, the post was no more; it had ceased to be, it had gone to meet its maker...

“…It was a stiff, bereft of life it rests in peace if you hadn’t nailed it to its perch it would be pushing up the daisies. It has rung down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisibule…"

This is what happens when one misses his medications, but the cart is on its way and the nurse shall not allow me to miss another regimen, even if it needs to be administered intramuscularly, with 4 orderlies holding me down, while they fetch the four point leathers…

…Memories, like the colors of my mind….

So let me push through the haze, and see if I can recreate the missing post this time in Word (some lessons are learned the hard way).

So what have I been up to, ah yes, Rubberfreak shall be out on Friday, and all sorts of new stuff has arrived with his visit in mind. Also he brings me treats as well, plus there is a kitty slinking around me now, so lets get in to all that…

First, I promised you information about the new Helmet that came with the suit. I have posted some pictures of it in the Rubberasylum group, and the two eyeholes you see at the top of this blog is a picture from inside said helmet. It has now all been rebuilt and perved out a bit more.

The true evil of this helmet is that the mesh over the eyes sits about 6 inches away. This causes the eyes to not be able to figure out whether to focus on the mesh or past it. It is a very odd feeling. I had to close my eyes in fear of a raging headache.

It is also a lot heavier than it appears, and makes for a great isolation helmet.

The BDG Table has also arrived and will be set up in the playroom on Friday. I would do so now, but the main body is over 70lbs, and I don’t figure I would be any fun trying to play with a hernia after dragging that box upstairs by myself.

I am sure I could open it downstairs and drag the panels up one by one, but that is what boys are for. So I shall wait until after I pick up Rubberfreak from the airport on Friday J

The boy has also made me a bedweb for underneath my mattress and is bringing me 10 Humane restraint cuffs with the old style fold over locks on them. This causes the play spots arround the house to spread out quite a bit more, and makes Asylum’s bed a lot more viable for play (not that I need more spots mind you).

The boy is being rewarded for his contribution by the creation of a custom catsuit for him. Granted I will add all sorts of options to this suit for my pleasure, and wait until he finds out who will be holding the keys to the locking zip-sliders on the suit; but this is not my issue so I won’t let it keep me up at nights.

Speaking of boys, I was visited earlier in the week by one who calls himself Electrocat. Take a look at the pictures posted within the group of this one, the ears poking up from behind the gasmask makes for a great picture if I say so myself.

He also looks fantastic in his catsuit and gear. According to this one he likes to be gagged, and the electro pushed to the point that he is hoarse from screaming. I plan to enjoy testing this theory thoroughly.

Of course video documentation of both boys progress shall be shared with all my colleagues, cohorts, and the rest of you twisted fucks that just get off on seeing people suffer…

Of course as you all well know, Asylum’s only interest is purely scientific, as was my former quest of scientific discovery in to the lasting viscosity of my semen on a bound latex clad form. I am still awaiting the publication of my findings in the New England Journal of Medicine, which should be coming any day now, but until then I plan to continue the furthering of my research in to the topic.

As for gear…

On Sunday I went a picked up a Simpson Super Bandit Helmet that is white with a black Jolly Roger on the snout. This is a great helmet and I am quite happy the former owner decided craigslist needed a cheap bandit helmet in great shape; you will see pix of this one soon.

Asylum also now has a new face…

I would recommend looking in any mirrors that may be in the background of any new posted videos soon. I shall not say more, as I wish for Rubberfreak to enjoy his stay...

Though we will make sure he is not too comfortable… For the sake of science of course J

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