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This is what I want

Porn is to me ultimately unsatisfying, that’s why we go back and watch more. My niche of satisfaction has become so narrow, I turn to latexporn instead. And still, I want.. more. So what is it I want then?

I want to see:

  • Full latex enclosure, but it has to be taut, undertension.
  • Everything covered like a second skin.. including bits… including male bits.. prefereably form fitting, almost dip moulded like. OH! but sadly I have not seen that! and sadly men don’t seem to like that – gee I’m screwed then (I wish).  What I really DON’T want to see when I’m tuned into the idea, is bits exposed cos they couldn’t cut or mould the rubber to fit nicely. Damn shame that, because it seems to go against everyone elses ideal of porn. Soon as I see some exposure there, you’ve lost my attention span.
  • Nice shiny, glossy, slippery actually even sinuous latex. So often if it looks unclean, or overused – it’s just a gross turn off. Latex on film IS an expensive art. If crew or fluffers just aren’t keeping an eye on making it sensuously slimey. I am already thinking they are more into going into their own zone and or faking a performance, than being on camera for the ART of latex porn.
  • Nice tight visuals of the above, close form fitting, almost glossy photographic sex objects up close. Even slimey latex anatomical penetration without any skin exposure.  I must be sounding impossible to please right now. So here’s where you come in. Any one know of that particular visual get in touch and leave a link in the comment feild. I will look. And hopefully a bunch of you can determine if I am right in knowing just a few seconds that moving imagery would please me no end.

I saw once someone’s home movie, from Germany. She was a mistress and obviously into her latex sex, and stuck a handheld camera on a tripod while she and her partner got stuck in. I don’t know how I came across the tape. The camera was a a fixed distance – there was no production value. But – she had all the right rubber on! a perfectly form fitting latex vulva, except him, It worked for me strangely enough, but I only wished he had been covered up as well. Fustrating for the ladies I think, no one really caters us, as its mostly the men that buy it, so no one thinks we need it. One day I am intent on producing my own. I would be more than motivated if I had real support for that idea.

Clip tits

I’ve been away for a while peeps – costuming a film with the BDSM undertones required for one scene. While involved in production my hours are long, laborious. We are physically making the stuff to dress the models, right down to the leatherette gloves. Not all the models will be able to wear latex gloves due to the amount of time being in them, will cause to some extent almost lacerations on the inside arm. I will explain that point on another note.

For now I am talking about the efforts required for the production to pull together one scene of a feature film. I was working at a pretty big studio set up. Most fetish films for latex porn are a low level set up – shot mostly in a day, due to the constraints of shooting models for long periods of time in latex. I had a set of daily strips to focus on that cumulated into one scene, over the course of a one week shooting schedule. Each Strip consisted of a list of shots in which as costume designer I had to make special considerations to anything shown on a tight frame.

In particular details like gloves where attended to, with specifics probably unnatainable easily on a shop bought basis due to details like buckles, lacing etc. We had a budget to fit the entire costuming to. I made special effort for unusual demonic silhoettes with inflateable horns. All of these made for the film, and lead in team work by myself under the direction of the production designer.

Making Fetish Gloves

I was happy to be known throughout the film studios under my Alias Name of Lady Onna, rather than my IMDB name. It was rather pleasant, and also befitting I suppose with the nature of the work. I realise now looking back at this video that I am sitting there in the wardrobe room, with clothing pegs on my tits. Getting into the theme of things heh.

Anyway the difference between a feature production, with a BDSM insert scene, is the ability to spend on the production value to get the authentic look. We spent weeks in production actually sourcing and making the stuff, right up to the last hour, with new models on the slate adding to the background artistes and requiring fittings. Then in pricipal photography, the long hours and looking after wardrobe responsibilities continued into long hours until after the day’s wrap with further cleaning of the garments.

A lower budget fetish movie produced just for the satisfaction of fetish alone can not entertain the finance and process of making for weeks, then fitting out, wrangling models for days on end. To some extent you have to admire the ingenuity to produce such fetish movies within a days shoot. Costumes have to be begged, borrowed, and credited where not paid for. All to stick within marketeable costs.

Costuming a feature film

The Latex Bedroom

Someone wrote to me asking me to kit them out with a latex bedroom, the ultimate fantasy etc. But when it came to pricing he obviously wasn’t taking the thought seriously. I have a double sized set of valanced bottom sheets, duvet case, frilled bedspread and four pillow slips with matching frilled trim, all in thick rubber.

These have lasted years, but not without care. They’ve had a few puncture repairs from heels. They take ages to wash down, remove powdery watermarks, polish and dry off without exposing to the Daylight UV. Right now I don’t think they can take much more abuse from me, so I am thinking of making a new set in bronze. The materials alone will cost me (UK) £700. Then I have to spend all that time glueing around several yards of edges at finger walking pace, and at least double the yardage pleating and double seaming as I go along. See it’s not good enough I just have a play sheet! I want something that looks like a luxury suite!

Then there’s making the space for laying out all that rubber – assuming I am set up for it of course. Not that easy. Curtain making is one thing, where the weight of drapes is something you actively work against when heaving through a machine. But here I am glueing along the weighty edges of swathes of rubber. Gasing myself in fustration at it’s aroma, and getting high on Glue.

So is it worth it? well, for those into the rubber only I guess. Satin has that similar feel, but you cant get it wet. Rubber has that curious organic quality due to it’s smooth surface and stretch. As it weighs itself down, it conforms around you, clamps down even, seals around you, quivers and ripples when the air moves in such a way you really would believe it is alive. So even if you have invested in nothing else, no rubber outfit, then you can still tap into that sensation without the hassle associated with squeezing into tight rubber outfits.

Finally, many a time I have used it as a great background prop, draping, sliding over etc. I suppose it’s not really available to the average person because some people would eally have to justify why they are spending 000’s on their ’sex life’.  Well, for me, it’s a no brainer, I have little else for means of self satisfaction. I’m normally very selfish about my sheets because everyone wants to have a go and play but don’t think about the responsibility of repairing them (if playing with spike heels on) and keeping them in shiny condition. It’s tooo much hassle for the average person – or average fetishist even. The price to me is representative of having an essential luxuary suite (for a fetishist) that I can PULL OUT FOR USE and hide away again. Even better – take it with me, wherever I go, and it doesn’t look like a crappy blow up bed.

So why did the bloke write to me? I guess he thought sheets were equivalent of silk ( well for start the weight is not equivalent, and weight alone would cost you a packet) Further more I think I was incensed that there was a hint of  ‘try the sheets I am ordering so I can have a discount’. For many people a latex bed will just remain a dream unless you choose to invest properly.

my rubber bed

Webcam Pervery

I have been communicating with friends across the world and recently discovered the benefits of webcam. For those of you that can’t bloody type as fast as instant messaging requires just use a videocall. Only, here’s the catch, not many of us are used to being seen at home, exactly the way we are.  It’s a leap of confidence in ourselves to accept it. The thing is, I am so used to MY normal way of being, I often forget that MY normality is not the same as the viewer’s .. which can cause some entertainment.

I am so at peace with my own lifestyle and not really thinking of my presence that I am sometimes unaware if I have left the webcam on just while I’m exchanging photo or music files for example. In one instance I was sent a video, and that video was of me – as a friend had seen me getting ready to go out that night. Someone had recorded the silent footage of this window in my life. Well I was quiet entertained with what I saw of myself, so I posted it up for all to see.

Apart from now knowing one of my alterior identities, you must realise that Harley Quinn is one of my favourite Batman villainesses. I have prepared a number of the Harley Quinn outfits now, to minx around at different occasions.  I trust you fellow latexporn pervs with not letting the secret out of who I really am.

Because much of my weird latex life is online now in little montages on youtube, I am wondering wether to do an online hour, a fixed time every day where my lodgers come home and the antics begin. Getting ready to go out. Guests arriving for dinner.. settling down for a night in of watching latex porn… just leaving the webcamera hosting the happy hour. What do you think? My lodgers don’t get much say in this, obviously. It all depends on when I work out how to host the live feed all from my rigged house, so this could be a little while in setting up.

webcam pervery

Latex dressing for personal pleasure vs fun

Latex always looks so cool It’s almost a rule when I go out. But there are consequances; after hours of prancing and dancing around in thick layers with extreme corsets on, I am guaranteed to have sweat my load into every crevice of my suit. The moment I step back outside to return home after a night out – I FEEL COLD AND WET!! and the longer the time it takes to get home, the more rancid and irritable I might feel.

The first thing I do when I get back is take a dive in the bath tub WITH all my latex gear ON. That way I get it off easier and everything gets washed all at the same time. Because I am quite lazy it’s better to kill two birds with one stone but never ever neglect care of latex.

Never will I go back to the days of learning minger where my latex was hastily taken off and shoved in a sweaty ball under the bed until I could be bothered to deal with it. YUK. It’s a job getting into it, and a job getting out, but do the bath thing and at least you are looking after your latex.

I have to seperate my fun with latex from pleasure. If I am dressing up to go out, it’s a challenge to ignore the sensation of wearing it, but I have to tune out of it or else I will rapidly find it uncomfortable. So sadly, NO I get no personal pleasure at all now from wearing latex – out in public. To me it’s as normal as any other day, with the added task that it is a challenge and often an encumbrance is to showcase oneself. LOOKING GOOD KILLS. So I live with it. Latex looks good, but out and about, it is never 100% comfortable, and often a physical challenge: Just like High heels, Killer corsets, Headache Hairdos, or Makeup that wants to make your skin melt away…

Now, If I am dressing for personal pleasure, thats a different story. I like well fitted things, preferably moulded actually, as the time I would spend in it I would then end up with seam creases embedded in my skin. I like the thin latex, but then have a craving for more tightness, restriction and difficulty in the heavy rubber. So, I rather like to spend my time say 2 hours, slowly getting more layers on, and this time enjoying the sensations.

It is not at all similar to going out in latex. I have learned now from many occasion, that although I  can enjoy the sensation of latex, it becomes a chore to do so in public, without at a whim the use of a bathroom. Dreading the return journey and how tiredness rapidly affects your comfort levels past the ’sweat buckets’ point. Contrary to what people think, you dont sweat from heat or it being hot in rubber- you sweat from exersion and discomfort. And once sweaty, it stays in contact slurping over your skin. Not enjoyable for me if I am thinking about getting home. Only enjoyable if I really want to sit down and watch that latex porn, or play around in the bedroom.

Latex Girls in Camden Fashion!

Wow I had a surprise! I went clubbing to a seemingly standard nightlife club in London… And HAD to take pictures, as before my eyes  RUBBER has become a commonly natural fashion mixed in with highstreet. It was a really nice refreshing change to see rubber mixing with the mainstream, as opposed to only being seen in the discrete world of fetish clubs mixed with some sordid sight I wouldn’t have the permission to share with you.

Here is a Short video clip of a particular club – ELECTRIC BALLROOM, on a Friday night, when all things spectacular from the growing Camden Fashion scene show themselves in latex.

Inferno night at the electric ballroom

I was really entertained that night seeing all the dress up. Here are some of the pictures I took from that night, featuring all things Latex porn for the eyes :P

Just look at the effort the Ladies go to to dress up!
You've been TANGOEDCyber Latex

latex and leather

It seems the youth culture of camden know more about bondage apparel and how to wear it out than generally we are led to believe…

neck corset

No fear to dress up Latex Catsuit style – on a normal club night! This is not a fetish event! Am I seeing a reassurance of cultural acceptability of dress up? Is this specific to Camden in London Only?

latex catsuit!

I will be trying to find out if there are other clubs further afield with a similar level of dress up commitment to what is normally regarded as fetish wear. But the London Camdenites have firmly made a mark in accepting alternative fashion, as a challenge to artistically out dress each other. This seems to go without making some sexual statement that is normally expected at a fetish club. What is important to realize is that it is not being treated as a fetish, merely a uniform or statement of fashion.

There were also fellas a plenty also dressed up, sorry to disappoint by presenting only pictures of the ladies, but they were a lot more colorful! I’m saving my thoughts on the lads for another article, maybe to present some fashion ideas for dressing up since I am always asked so many times.

What is important to remember – is that fetish over the years follows trends and changes slowly over time, according to whatever is available or enticed us in our development. The youth culture of today will probably have fetishes, but maybe not in the same disguise of the rubber mackintoshes of times before. Fetish has refined in such a way just like fashion, that to separate generations maybe almost incomprehensible to each other. This is something I have to find out…

Latex art

From that first moment you first saw latex on a girl, why did you find it so arousing? Why did you then go digging further and further to find latex porn? It’s something I have thought about myself. Is it something about triggering those base thoughts of arousal without something physical? After all we can all experience arousing dreams without actually realising there is no physical attribute. Some of our arousal is therefore in our minds, but its not commonly pursued. To entertain ourselves by the creations within our minds, is not something we actually think about or understand.

Visually, latex is a striking highlight to the living breathing sexual form. It’s gloss and cling highlights every muscle and quiver in the body more than skin alone. It’s perfect sheen simplifies and conceals any blemish of the natural. To wear it, or to observe it, allows those that observe an appreciation of living art. People may not even know it, but if their emotive response is inexplicably allured to it’s look, then I prove my point. Wearing latex, actually does objectify the body and it’s form, and every sexual representation of the body relies on simplification to some extent. The art of Latex however, is that it’s a handy shortcut to achieve such a visual purpose.

I often model for erotic life drawing class. Then I bring Latex into the mix for the pose. Something that the art students really appreciate, even if they aren’t fetishists. It objectifies the body in such a way it becomes almost an aide to simplifying their task – without losing all it’s appeal of highlighting my form. Porn for the artist, latex porn.

Art Class
Perched in Latex

Latex Art
Posing in Latex

So, in an art class, there are women equally as men, entertained by seeing latex. It’s a nice icebreaker for me to take along to life classes. It’s a break from posing completely nude, and the women find it not at all offensive, or temptuous. In fact, it’s rather a classy thoughtful addition to life classes that I have introduced many people to latex through.

If I introduce anyone to latex, then I feel some pride. If I break the ice and people’s view of it is broadened instead of pigeonholed into just latexporn wear for something seedy, I have achieved something.  It’s a gifted textile we can abuse for our perverted pleasures. Not a tarnished label of perverted latexporn.

>:-] Although I may have helped some people start on their journey that way >:-]

Time is running out

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.

meanwhile on the bondage bed

time is running out

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…

I’m like the borg queen, I want minions in rubber

I used to perv at the young men on the beach in their wetsuits. Now I have youtube and it’s diversity of frogmen all domesticised making cups of tea and still wearing their breathing apparatus. Laughs out loud at my own version of Latexporn. I think I’m terrible for managing to cream off wank material off youtube. As a fetishist though, things can be innately non-sexual for me to really find them attractive.  Somehow I managed to gather my own collection of gimps. I think I pulled them mostly off myspace, … and what to do with them? Well, we made a short mainstream film for a start? It was great. It made it into New York’s Cinekink filmfestival, and got me onto IMDB. Not my idea of Latex porn by any means, but a good laugh to bridge a gap between fetishists and mainstream. (wait ’till I make my own version of Latexporn, that’s me slap in the middle by the way)

Valley of the Dommes

If you’re gay, it must be hard enough finding someone. If you’re a fetishist I realise that hidden sexuality is even less likely to match, let alone dealing with the personality match. So what else is there to do than find all the latexporn I can? Oh and cut the bullcrap of matching personalities and conversational qualities, just give me a gimp! I realise that I do not represent the needs or interest maybe of the average woman. But let me explain my main reason for my ‘love’ of gimps .. among still many more things. Here is one of them:

There is a very good use for gimps. Women change and evolve, even though men want us to stay the same. We go through phases, like our bodies live on a different clock. We change our looks all the time to keep our mystery, our seductiveness, and finally that keeps us attractive.
Our opinions may change over time too, we are a fickle lot. Seeing as our bodies go through growing changing phases of youth and woman hood, and even put us through an emotional monthly cycle; We – are entitled, no matter how confusing it is to the genetically inferioir and less complete race of men.. to rewrite our wants and needs. Our sexuality is based more in the mind, we are more creative or need creativity around us, but sadly bore easily. Yes, us women, are the guilty parties for moving on. A man has to find new ways to fulfil us or be left behind.
Men (to me anyway) are just dicks. The sooner you realise this, the less dissatisfaction you will have later on.
You might find a useful dick to fit your phase of life for a while, but owing to a woman’s changing nature, we’ll get bored of them, we’ve sampled their genepool of missing chromasomes, and when they start talking too much about themselves, pull the fucking gag out ladies. He forgot he was just a sex object. Talking about ourselves, is a woman thing, men are just supposed to listen and be support your changing gameplan. If a man starts talking about himself too much, I would have to be a lesbian to love him, but I cant cos he has a dick.
Don’t get me wrong, I like men. All kinds of men. But they are just for my toybox. Pull one out when I need one, ideally a rubber one. Gimps don’t talk and bore me with their idiosyncracies. I can adore their muscular beauty like a man wanks over his shiny new car. A Lithe slim gimp is also a seductive object to me, in homage to an effeminate forme. Gimps are attractive, even if they are effeminate, because they are distilled version of manhood. Without wobbly fleshy disgusting bits, safe to use, aesthetically pleasing, sterile… There is nothing less manly about them to be attracted to, if anything, for me, only the best properties on show. He is, I might say, as objectified as a dildo.
Rather like romans selling their slaves, I think there should be a gimp trade. If as a woman I need someone to masculinely rough me about – I would still want it to be a matter of fact gimp. Like some hooded henchman hangman, gimps are not there to be weak and pathetic for me. They can be braun, without the self opinionated rambling I don’t want to hear.

Keep one in the wardrobe for later. Guys? I will just point out it’s often easier to act, and for the lady to accept a whole new gameplay if you are zentaid up. Surreal satisfaction both sides. A degree of seperation from reality can keep the fantasy, and relationship alive. I just happen to live in a fantasy world.

Man Fishing in Latex

Latex mermaid by onna

When I was unable to use my mermaid tail, I managed to get some lad to give me his tight speedo knickers while i kept on my latex top. Latex proved a hit at the pool. I feel like I could get away with murder. Dressing as a latex mermaid is a cheeky way of getting the right attention. It’s fairly innocent, but this minx found a way of enjoying self bondage, in tight latex, in public hehehe. And any excuse to get some help for a slithering mermaid… proof is in the video here:

OK it might seem a bit pointless for the guys. Come to think about it, dont you need access to a decent pool?, and how do you even SHAG a mermaid anyway? well guys, there’s always the bathtub you can man heave us girlfish into. heh. I like strong arms mmmm. Wrap her in clingfilm and test out her squirming. If latex isn’t around, you can still play with that. I am so tiny I can fit both legs into a large moulded rubber stocking. Now that’s a cheap bondage sock!

I don’t want to tarnish the image of mermaid play as sex play. Mermaids are universally accepted as a safe aquaphile fantasy, safe enough even for our children to play with the idea of because sexual organs are something left out of the mystery. But to me, mermaids are still very sexual beings. As a kid I remember visual stories of them seducing men, and often being topless. It’s true I watched Bagpuss. Bagpuss?! (it was a show for tots and I distinctly remember the topless mermaid animation.) I even bought the DVD recently to prove my memory wasn’t false.

Anyway, back to using mermaid games as sex play.. well, I do anyway. Try it. Its a sweet way of getting over the lady if she’s abit coy about the latex thing, or bondage thing for that matter, let alone breathplay. See, you dont even need to do the whole sex thing. For a lady, the whole artful fantasy of feeling beautiful and graceful, helpless out of water, is foreplay. You’ll get great pictures in the bathtub even.

She’ll start to be aware of her body more, and work on that flexibility to get more arty results. And fellas!… dont think women don’t appreciate a dude in a shiny black rubber wetsuit. Get ‘yer asses down the lido with a monofin, you’ll soon work out those abs in the pool. Look after yourselves, Lady Onna likes to see men in rubber, train up and please us! Or do you need discipline?

Now ladies, I just gave you a big hint on how to go man fishing, in the safest possible way. Que the lifeguards, they normally have ace fit bodies. Sadly all these ones were taken though, and the boy who’s speedos I knicked (sorry  …borrowed) I bloody scared him off cos this mermaid looks a bit of a shiny black sealskinned man eater!

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