Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

A few captioned pics.

Hi Everyone,
 Just taking a break from working on The next few parts of THE GUIDING HAND and thought i would look out a few Pics for you.
 Hope you like them

This was a little bit of fun. A kind of calling card to sum up my philosophy for all thing feminine.

I liked this one because the lettering i put on the dress came out really well.

This was one of my first.

Thanks for reading.

A short story.

Hi everyone,
   Here is a short story, which i wrote a while ago, but only just uncovered. It needed a little tinkering to get it finished, but it also came with an old hand drawn,  Black and white illustration, which i have placed at the end.
 I hope you enjoy.

                                     The Compensation Culture.
                                                                     A short story by
  There was a commotion at the door, The elegant and beautiful woman seated in the centre of the restaurant spun round. A figure was approaching, a stunning figure. A woman in her mid 50,s with deep red hair, cool green eyes and dressed from head to toe in shimmering shiny Latex rubber. 
 The waiting woman recognised her instantly.  Charlotte Cavendish, haughty and aristocratic, with her stunning beauty and perfect figure tightly wrapped in glossy rubber she revelled in the stunned gaze of the other dinners. She was simply stunning and the arrogant pout on her lips let everyone know she knew it.
 As she neared, the seated woman stood.
    “Good afternoon”, Charlotte said extending one gloved hand in greeting. A greeting the other woman coolly ignored. “At least we can be civilised”, the arrgant beauty rebuked, her voice low and calm.
  “I have no time for that, or for you Charlotte”. The woman bit her words, “I have far more important meeting to attend than this mockery”.
   The cool green-eyed woman smiled, “Ah yes, oh cause”.
The two sat.
   “My board and I are willing to offer you the sum of £160,000.With no admission of failure on our part.”. The elegant businesswoman placed the leather bound file folder on the table between them
  Charlotte lent forward, the latex of her sleek jacket creasing and rustling. “Oh dear not real leather. Still taste can not be bought”. She sat back.
  “160,000. No more”. The businesswoman responded without rising to the bait of the woman slur
  “Jane, I hope I can still call you Jane.” The Aristocratic woman crossed her long legs, her dagger like heels brushing the low table between them. “Jane you know money means nothing to a woman such as i. what is another 160,000 to me. Life is far more interesting than the mere gathering of money”
 “By interest in I imagine you mean perverted”. Jane Fullerton snapped, her cool briefly lost. Before realising the entire restaurant had turned their ears to the pairs conversation.
   “Charlotte smiled, delighted in her success in goading her opponent. “Hush dear, do you want the entire restaurant to know your…..problems. Can we not conduct our business in a …….normal fashion”
  Again Jane bristled. “Normal, normal, you talk about normal. Is it normal. Tell me  Charlotte is it normal to conduct a business which involves the living mummification of girls in latex?”.
  If a pin had dropped at that moment everyone would have heard it.
  But the cool and calm Aristocrat remained in total control. “My dear Jane, do you know every time we meet you mention latex mummification”, she paused sensing Janes nervousness “ One would almost believe you were harbouring a secret desire to try it”. Again she paused, easing forward on her seat, the latex of her skirt stretching across the leather of the seat. “Hmmmm you know, I believe do you? Do you Jane?, do you want to be slowly wrapped from tip to toe in smooth latex rubber. To be mummified Jane… …Mummified alive, sealed in latex, encased, enveloped, entombed. Helpless and alone. So hot Jane, so wet, so……..alive”. With that she took Janes hand and placed it on her smooth latex thigh. For a moment the fingers jumped at the cool ultra smooth material, but then for an instant seamed to caress it. “You can be anything you desire in my world Jane. Did the judgement not teach you that.”
 There was a long pause and the once cool business woman could feel herself glow with embarrassment.
 “Enough”, Jane snapped snatching her hand away and rising from her seat, “Enough. You have our offer. Now I have to meet someone”.
  “Ah yes, your beloved nephew. Andrew. How is collage going for him?”.
  “Do not dare to talk about him. You have no…….How do you know he is at collage?”
At that moment the restaurant doors opened once more and again a buzz of voices circles the room.
  Entering were two more glossily feminine figures, both dressed like  Charlotte in gleaming latex. One wore what was clearly the uniform of a driver, skin-tight pants, tailored jacket and matching peaked cap emblazoned with Charlottes crest. The one place not concealed by glistening latex being her beautiful and exquisitely made up face.
 However it was the other figure, that made Jane take a step back. She was a young woman, maybe 18, maybe younger. Like the driver the only part of her body latex free apart from her sleek bobbed hair was her pretty face, which under a sheen of immaculate make up held a haughty pouty expression on her wet cherry lips. However unlike the driver the young beauty was not free to glide thorough he restaurant atop her dagger like heels. For from throat to ankle she was sheathed in a glossy latex cape, which stretched tightly about her blossoming young body like an oily cocoon. A thin liquid cocoon, which stretched and creased and rippled, reflecting the restaurants lights with each tiny step.
  The young beauty was a stunning sight, an immaculate delicate beauty, held in perfect captivity and as she approached, led by the driver, Janes eyes fell into hers. Jane gasped
 Charlotte felt a tingle of excitement flow through her body at the womans shock. An excitement only victory could bring.
  “Let me explain Jane”, Charlotte purred, running one hand up the young beauties cocooned leg. “You see during the period when your silly court case prevented my expressing myself, I was introduced to an exciting new delight”.
 The word was clearly a pre planned signal to the driver, who bent and from the beauties ankle began to draw up the zipper which held the cape so tight. 
 Instantly like the peel from some exotically bizarre fruit, the tightly stretched latex smoothly spread apart to reveal the first glimpse of the soft juicy flesh within and as it rose it presented more and more until reaching the collar at the beauties throat the cape fell away.
  Jane gasped, the other dinners gasped, the waiters gasped. Only Charlotte and her driver remained cool. For beneath the cape the young woman is not naked.
However she may as well have been. For the black latex dress she wore, though stretching from bust to ankle, was little more than two sides of a dress. Complete with long arm moulding sleeves, the two sides were connected together by a criss-cross of laces, drawn tight enough to let the latex cover her young breasts, whilst still leaving the entire front and back of the dress open, to reveal the beauties blossoming body for all to see. Only a tiny triangle of latex at her crotch was remaining to cover her total shame.
  “Turn child. Let everyone see you”. Under  Charlottes touch the trembling young woman now turned and as she did the latex rippled , glistened and  stretched, with a sensual ease. “Have you ever seen such a beautiful sight. I certainly never have and I have you to thank for it Jane. You and you little court case, because without it I would never have been introduced to a pleasure and delight beyond any I had ever experienced before… Feminisation.  Yes feminisation Jane, the teasing away of a young mans rough edges, the cleaning away of any of his hash thoughts or desires and the revelation of the silken butterfly within that nasty boyish body. Helpless and innocent”. 
     She gazed into Janes wide eyes and suddenly Jane understood and as the soft blue eyes of the young beauty gazed once more into hers she felt her stomach knot and her breath come in a startled gasp. “N….no?”.
  Charlotte smiled. “Mmmmm gorgeous isn’t he. I took him from collage a few months back. Paid the head to keep quiet. Money does matter to some people Jane. So vulgar, but so simple.  
 He did not want to come with me at first. To be honest he did not want to come with me at all. Kidnapping is such a hash word don’t you think, but……..some how it just adds to the fun and it gave me an excuse to use a rather lovely new latex hood I bought the other month. Very tight, very sexy. Bit of a struggle getting it on….no zip you see, one piece, very expensive but so worth it, all he could do was make little squeaks, very cute. ……Poor thing. He really had no idea what was to happen to him. Oh don’t get me wrong he did struggle wonderfully for a while, all wriggle and squirms and pleas and crys,  but I eventually calmed him, though I did I admit need a little …….scented help”.
  But Charlottes cool voice barely registered in Janes astonished and confused mind. She just stared in disbelief. “You…..you turned him into…..a…. a girl”.
  “I know, gorgeous isn’t he. Though I would not say he is a girl, I’m not a magician. No I would say he is more?…more sissy. At the moment. Oddly it did not take long to wash away most of the boyishness in him. He was rather feminine to begin with. But I expect you knew that already Jane. However it did take a while, to prepare him this morning. That dress needed some polishing and the heels are new and I admit a little high, but I wanted him to look his very best for this moment. For his Aunt Jane”. Charlotte stopped and taking a sip of wine lent forward to the dumbstruck Jane. “The trick is honey. You have no idea how soft and smooth skin gets after 2 days of bathing in pure honey, Oh and the scent, every centimetre of him is just divine and believe me I do mean every centimetre……..well one has to check ones own work. I do have standards Jane.” 
   Elegant and controlled, bathing in her pleasure, Charlotte rose from her seat and slipped her hand into the young beauties. “Come child. Oh and by the way Jane, I do not accept your offer. As I said dear what is money to me. So you see your company and I have agreed on another more…unique compensation package. One which benefits us both”.  With that she, turned to leave, but paused and looking back added, “You will be collected from your home tomorrow at 9am sharp……..I have a few…. loose ends… to wrap up with you. Dear Jane”............ 

Monday, 28 November 2011

Hello everyone

 Thanks for the get well messages, they are all very much appreciated. I have put a few bits up today, to try and make up for my laziness over the last few days.
But before all that i must, must, must post this link
Either of these, will take you to my very sweet friend S's Blog where you will find a superb reworking of a tale full of helpless sissies i naughty predicaments..It was first created by Stina, but S has taken the time and effort along with a huge dollop of his artistic skill and placed it all in one place for everyone to enjoy.
  Nip over there now and please leave a few comments. It can get awful lonely out here i blogger land. We know you are all out there and all so welcome, but it is your voices were want to hear. So speak up and say hi.
We don't bite,.......Well not often.

is this the ultimate Vacbed?

Hi everyone,
 I am a fan of unusual films from all over the world and the other day i looked up this Title i had heard of a while back. It is  a film called Red nights, a weird Japanese  serial killer flick, that isn't going to change the world, however on good old youtube i found this and nearly fell of my chair. I had heard it featured a vacbed scene but never expected anything so fetishisticaly stunning as this.I think the sound is stunning.
  Now there are two versions, one with only the best bits, but the longer version is very  erotic except for the very last few seconds.
Don't try this at home.

Crickey i can not find it on youtube now, only the standard trailer. Thank goodness for a good downloader.
  I will try to upload the longer version if anyone would like to see it.
 Hope this works

people were confused?

Hi Everyone
  This is another piece of my original art and to me the contents and context are clear, but oddly enough and(i only mean this as fun), a few of my followers on deviantart were confused by what was going on. So to make things clearer.
  look on the sink behind the pair of sissy maids and then look at where Andys hand is. I think what Robin needed to do is pretty clear and very embarrassing (poor thing).
Anyway, i hope you enjoy it, it was one of my earlier purely hand drawn pics, with oly a hint of digital clean up here and there.

Well did it make sense or am i going even crazier.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

captions for the weekend

Hi everyone.
 You know when you have one of those colds when you really don't want to do anything but sleep. Well i am afraid i have one of those, but  did not want to hibernate without one last update for the week..
Hope you like them
Back soon.XXX

Monday, 21 November 2011

Strictly latex.

Hi everyone.
 It is very nice to be back in the groove after being away and thank you all for sticking with me.
  Now Two things to report, firstly on Sunday i had one of those, head turning heart stopping moments. I was out getting the usual provisions when passing me came a girl, i say girl, she was about my age, with stunning red hair, i mean scarlet and real sleek, wearing a longish, coat, great heels and......genuine Latex leggings. Now i know there are many versions of the shiny legging trends seen in the press, TV and catwalks, but to see them being worn as a pure and simple item of fashionable daytime clothing away from the clubs, was quite wonderful and these, these were totally real, nothing creases, fits or shines like Latex and believe me these shone.It was clear she had not just thrown them on but had taken the time to polish them up.
 A real Sunday treat. So if you were that young lady, you looked absolutely stunning.XXX

And talking of stunning. The British press had a few pics of Ms Nancy Dell'Olio, who, if you are in Britain, you may have just watched on 'Strictly come dancing', on Saturday nights. Sorry to all of you outside the UK.
 Anyway she was opening the Erotica show in London and wore this totally, totally stunning Atsuko Kudo latex dress.

I mean this lady, is 50 years old, 50! and i don't think she would mind me pointing that out, because she is one of the most beautiful, sexy, sophisticated and elegant, women you could ever hope to see sheathed in sleek black latex..Not only that but her voice is enough to melt any helpless sissy into submission.
Ms Dell'Olio in am yours.

Thank you for reading.

Slick sissies.

Hi everyone,
 Here is the latest cover for Slick Sissies. It is actually based on an old picture i drew years ago. It also had a rather nice story as well, but heaven knows where i put it. It all stems from a love i had, and still have for the gorgeous girls who work on the cosmetic counters in our big department stores. I would always walk through them trying not to stare at the immaculately made up women, whilst dreaming that one of them would take my hand and sit me in the demonstration seat, under the bright lights and, in front of the entire store, turn me into a pretty girl. 
 I image it is a fantasy i share with a few of you my friends. So hope you like this

The face on the Poster.

Thanks for visiting.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Captioned art

Hi everyone.
 Here are a few more of my captioned images. Hope you like them.

 This is for you S

Hope you liked them.
 Thanks for dropping by.

Rubbersisters. For Anon

Hi everyone.
A few weeks back an anonymous contributor asked for the original image from one of my scans. Well honey it took a bit of finding but here it is along with a couple more from the same shoot.
I can imagine little more thrilling than to fall into the kinky clutches of the amazing Rubbersisters.

Thank you for dropping by

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Back and on the attack.

Hi everyone,
   I’m back, Who said Oh no!, and feeling much much better. So to begin I must thank all of you sweet people who sent me Emails (I hope I have replied to them all) and also to those who left messages on my blog. XXXX
 However I am back and sadly on the attack.
    The article below was sent to me by a fellow Keira Knightley fan and it fits in with some of the problems I have been suffering from for the past few years. (Don’t worry I am no going to bore you with details).
 The article is from Britain’s Daily Mail and the writer criticises Chanels choice of face for there perfume campaign. Now as you know I am a big fan of Keira Knightleys, however I also accept that fair criticism is fine and Ok by me, however I do feel aspects of this article cross that line into the spiteful and personal.
 So it is fine to say she should not be the face of Chanel, fine that is your personal opinion, but to then punctuate it with the term “A bag of bones” is totally unnecessary and spiteful.
  What gives the writer the right to say that. Keira is who she is, shape, personality, style, sexuality what ever, she is who she is and no one has the right to say anything against that. People are who they are and some people struggle to both accept and be accepted for who they are, so for some hack to make a cold hearted comment like that for no better reason than to fill a few inches of newspaper is out of order.
  Phew that’s better.
 Oh and while we are here (oh no not more, I hear you cry), while we are here I would like to point out the facts of the article are wrong as well. Nicole Kidman (very beautiful and fine actress) was the face of Chanel 5, the classic womans perfume, where as Keira is the face of Coco Mademoiselle a perfume for the younger, sophisticated, sensual, independent woman of her age. Totally different.
 Bad journalism mixed with spite...If you have nothing nice to say about someone….say nothing.
 Crickey, that feels better. Sorry if I went on, but I do hope you understand what I meant .Anyway it is nice to be back.

 Thank you again for staying with me.

The cartoon is quite cute though

Friday, 4 November 2011



 I am so sorry i ave not been posting this week and i am afraid i may not be back for another. I am sure you all understand when i say we all have issues that haunt us from time to time.
 I will be back and hope i can show you some new stuff.
 Thank you all for reading my blog, i appreciateevery comment.