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
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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
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
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Rubberasylum's run in with the Law
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
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
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