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

Welcome to the Asylum

Medical restraints, designed to be completely inescapable. You know when you hear the click of that lock that you are there to stay.

Most are designed with proprietary keys so only the holder can let you out, and the truly special of these tout a breaking strength of over one-thousand pounds rendering escape to be all but a pipe dream for the person caught within their grasp.

The feelings and sensations brought on by this level of helplessness hark back to the days of old style institutions where the restraints were the center of your treatment. A time before terms like “patient’s rights” and “chemical restraints” were even entered in to the lexicon.

A world where just by upsetting the wrong person a patient was liable to be placed in immobilizing restraints and dark seclusion for no reason other than sport.

Your life was their say; your fate was decided for you; you were a member of the Asylum.

In this world liberties were often taken, sadists ruled the guard-stations, and patients were at their mercy. When faced with this kind of torment and seclusion the seconds would pass like hours, the hours like days, and the days like an eternity.

This was not a medical world by any stretch; this was a holding pattern for tortured souls. Odd and strange experimentations into the mind, in to sensation and human limits would take place within the depths of the institutions.

No regulation, no mercy, no way out… The time has come once again to embrace this world… My World…

Welcome to The Rubber Asylum.