Just to satisfy one of my steel contraption fetishes, I had these evil looking ballet heels made up – IN STEEL, by bondage999.com. I myself am an former engineer, so I know the manner in which I need to present my sketches to get my procurement specification right. The final art and construction though was left to the maker of bondage999. Although Mark the creator himself does not endorse such crazy antics, and therefore the fitting trial was done without the attached heels. He was freaked I would go and break an ankle.

Now, Giovanna Bella, another fetish model was there and present to see the shoes in trial, and also being a professional ballerina, decided to have a go in my shoes. The strong advice we are all mutual in agreement on – is that this should not be tried, or walked on without a fit being made especially, and training in ballet. If the fit isn’t right, as per being able to draw up a specification and having a good engineer, your pinkies are fucked. If the rake on the shank isn’t right, then support will be thrown onto the toes and not taken up through the arch adding pain and torture to the illusion of walking en pointe.

I now have a Strict Ballet mistress Writing to me insisting I do training over the internet in my steel pointes lol lol. Well, that might be something to show you all haaahaha. Well apart from the stuff about ballet, I must get back to the point of this blog… ENGINEERING STEEL DISCIPLINE..

Ever seen INSEX? it’s one of the few bondage videos where I have seen unusual steel contraptions in use. And FINALLY it’s now available on this site. YOU ARE WARNED, it is extreme, and unforgiving. I am pleased with the effort of construction in rack like props that has gone into the INSEX videos. Sadly my main thing is LATEX, anything involving latex, and the later INSEX with all the latex are not available for download yet. BUT his evilness is formuleaic, and I no doubt the predecessor works available for download now have the same basic principles of my attraction in them. I am glad I have found my own engineer to bring to reality my own eccentricities.

Engineering, like any art, though technical, costs time, communication, materials, special tooling and workshop use etc. To bring any fetish poduction to life we could not do without these skilled robotrix. However, steel IS foremost unforgiving, if you work with a ballerina who has knowledge of the movement flexibility and limits of the body – even when the contraptions are unforgiving at least you reduce the risk in damaging the body.

INSEX is bizarre, extreme, I am not likely to have a go myself. (personally i find the constant droning of the ‘master’s’ commentary annoying, and wouldn’t personally trust the guy, he’s irritating and unpresentable) BUT the models make it. There is something uniquely engrossing – ahem – I admit turn on, with their engineered predicaments…

..And thats all it is, engineered scenarios that in their predicaments for some, is a fetish in itself. I wish I could explain it better, but I can’t. I love the visuals of these engineered scenarios, more so when the girls are encased in latex. The use of latex in the later videos not only add to the visual impact – as though it is a natural styling progression for any fetish. I just appreciate it costs a fuck load of money to do the styling in latex, as well as engineer all the props. But thats the thing about Latex porn, it demands this sort of scenario set up to enjoy visually. At home its ok to just bum around in latex and play, on film it just unsatisfying without visual preparation, and thats what you certainly get with INSEX. (just ignore the annoying ‘master’ and the girl’s predicaments work for themselves)

I had a playmate come over to play. I was on retreat to my Isle of Wight location. Away from the bustle of London I can have my guests entertain me in my otherworld. I had to think of something to do entertain my time with a gimp. So being previously perverted from watching too much latex porn like Gwen Media, a friend and I invented our own arrangements to experiment on our test subject. I wanted to keep him enclosed and out of our way as long as possible. We could then go and babysit the body bag whilst we went off and watched more latexporn lol. We spent the day welding together rubber hoses, had to think of controlling his bodily functions. He was prepped with a clinical rubber suit, and tightly encased in a specially fitted body bag. It had location rings down the side to make him secure on the bondage altar. We spent the time almost like icing a cake to web him down onto the bed like a pair of spiders. The layers of rubber were not only thick but compressing and restrictive. I made sure he was going to be a snug bug inside by having prepped his extremities with thin latex gloves and socks. He was going to incubate for hours not have his blood supply cut off. Something I cant understand in a lot of latex porn is their ‘apparent’ suffering in latex enclosure for hours when clearly some of the suits look like they are pinching beyond comfort, and on me no doubt would cause numbness and tingling. It’s a side affect I don’t want to occur in latex, so everything has to be made especially for an individual, and thin layers help prevent welts from rucks in the rubber.

It must feel fantastic to be worked on and fully enclosed like this, I wish I could be done in something similar myself, but sadly never manage to get cohorts together I would actually trust. He had no idea what was going to happen to him in that pepper eyed bug hood. And trusts that he would be looked after well. He must have had only a tunnel view between her legs as she loomed over his head while we started to tube him up.

But when he started to squirm, and ruck, and apparently enjoy himself, I got rather jealous/disgusted of his pleasure, where so far I had not had the obligation… so I decided to be mean. My girlfriend rolled the silicone convene on, and I attached it to his breathing tube. If I had had the time, I would have made a latex pissbag. As it happens his pissbag became his breathing bag, but visually would have been desirable to see a bag come alive in quivering bloating latex. He had no idea where the tubes where going, we only threatened him with drowning in piss, and if he had spunked himself, he would not have been able to bear it. [Evil Laughs] It’s only the fact that he was horny was able to make him suffer the torment of threats for so long.

She mashed him with her ballet boots, he should have been quite scared I hope. I was masked myself, I could be as evil as I wanted knowing my sinister doll face was not giving away any of my humanity to let him off the hook.

We both used gas masks in order to enjoy ourselves a bit of the enclosure he was lucky to suffer. It was surreal, in our individual worlds, yet all connected like that. The outlets of our breathing hoses were connected to the rubber hoses we had made earlier. And as they bloated with our breath, so breathing became hard and made me more high and psychotic. I had wrapped them around her in an almost harness type arrangement, so while we worked separately, she was feeling them constrict and entertain her.

Then finally, we thought we would let him brew while we pissed around with our hoses. He lasted 6 hours before he jangled some chains to be let out. Turned out he couldn’t hold any longer and pissed himself anyway. Most of it went into a front pocket, so we lumbered him into the bathroom shuffling along still cocooned, and swung him over into the bath to flush him out. My girlfriend laughed and said it wasn’t that much different to working at a nursing home. Rolling bodies around and working on their basic functions. Only the difference is, woops! it might become a euthanasia camp than a nursing home. I then threatened to drown the gimp in a dunking session whilst he wormed around in the bath…