Alright, so a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, told me that I should consider revising my “about me” page to eliminate my Submissive side.  He said that he knew many men who would not truly submit to someone who they had seen being dominated by another.

My rebuttal was that this is not a website where I have created a persona to “become.”  My website (www.RubberDynasty.com) is a representation of me.  I am a true switch.  I feel I can bring any submissive to their knees in complete worship of me all the better due to my understanding of what it is to be servile.  

So, I will not be changing who I am or my description, as it is me.  But, what is the consensus out there.  Would I have a challenge on my hands with some of you strong willed slaves who would find me inferior for my actions?  I think not.

While searching for a picture from Pulp Fiction this morning, I found this interesting question:

"I have a bit of an argument here guys and I need your opinion....

The Gimp in Pulp Fiction.
Is he....

a)      A willing participant?
Or
b) A previously captured prisoner who is being trained and now enjoys the treatment?
Or
c) A captor who actually wants to escape but is obedient waiting for the right time?"....

For anyone who is also wondering “What is a Gimp”, here is a definition I thought most fitting:....

What is a gimp?

The word "gimp" literally means - disability of walking due to crippling of the legs or feet - and whilst this is part of sexual gimping it doesn't adequately describe the whole concept of being a gimp.

A gimp is a de-personalized and immobilized human turned into a mere object to be used in whatever way the owner desires. Mostly they are used as fuck toys but sometimes they become furniture and fittings - a table, an ashtray, a toilet etc.

How do you create a gimp?

A gimp is de-personalized by being covered top to toe, with the useable parts of the body easily accessible, either by being visible or concealed beneath a zip or removable patch.

Sometimes the body can be concealed in a box or base of a chair with only the head visible. In these cases only the head is covered using a gimp mask. The naked body inside the box will still be bound, usually with the hands bound behind the back and then to the ankles, with the ankles being bound together so the gimp cannot move.

A bound position that is often favored is all-fours over a solid object. This keeps the head available for use as well as presenting the rear end in a convenient position.

Gimps can also be tied to a small wheeled trolley base so they can be moved around to wherever they are needed. This is handy at parties where the gimp is passed around for use.

Gimp masks come in a wide variety of designs. Some are just basic head coverings with breath-holes. Others have zipped or removable pieces to expose the mouth or eyes when needed. Others come with attachments like an "O" shield to keep the mouth open, or a dildo as a mouthpiece, or a funnel and tube to take urine.

Usually it is just the eyes, mouth, anus and vagina that are revealed for use but some gimp outfits will also allow access to the bare arse cheeks, breasts or penis and balls.

Some people are quite capable of creating a gimp simply through immobilization. They want to see the vulnerable human they are using rather than just turning them into a receptacle.....

So what do you all think?  I am going with "B" because that ties in with my fantasies relating to this scenario but that's just me........

XOXO Gwen....

It was a strange day not so long ago in San Francisco.  I was driving around in full fetish costume with my slave of the day, SubMissAnn (www.AskSubmissann.com).  She was sitting next to me in Mark's car awaiting an undisclosed destination for our own public display.  I had her well suited in rubber and locked up in a fiddle from Rigid Cuffs, (www.Cuff24.com).  It was like I was on a bizarre trip where I just jumped in the car casually to go grab some Fast Fetish Take Out.  I imagined driving up to the order window as I explain, "I'll have one order of Bondage with double Discipline... oh, and make sure you throw in a side of Fetish."  Food for thought, Huh?  Let me focus on what had prompted this topic of conversation. 

A few months back, Mark Burnley from Serious Bondage/Images (www.SeriousImages.com) called me to discuss what I thought was a very strange yet very cool request.   He wanted me to come by his studio in full rubber and take one of his visiting slaves for a public session out on the "Streets of San Francisco."  It was not until I met Mark back in 2006 that I started doing much fetish work outside.  He introduced me to stepping out beyond my late evening party ventures to full blown middle of the day rubber, fetish and bondage sessions.

So naturally, I had no problem accommodating Mark's request.  I adorned and dressed myself and got right over.  With some quick direction and my slave in tow, we drove all over SF; starting at the Serious Bondage Headquarters, stopping by Mr. S., and then ending up in the hills near the Golden Gate Bridge.  It was getting cold but we were able to get the shots we needed and had a super fun day.  There was more than one photographer that day, as 'normal" people ran for their cameras from their office buildings and cars as we made our rounds.  I wonder where those photos ended up; at least a water cooler conversation for some.

I don't know how many of you fantasize about putting your kink out there for public display, but I can tell you that I enjoy it thoroughly.  I do not like limiting myself to perverse expression only within the confines of 4-walls.  Certainly there is an appropriate time and a place for everything and I get that.  I do not ever intend to offend anyone.  I refrain from anything I would deem explicit and I have no desire to ruin any little kidlets minds with displays of things that cannot be "unseen."  Things must always be done responsibly.  In reality, the idea of taking my sexual fetish work outside does not seem so good when one considers it is public domain.  It does leave you wide open for ridicule, errors and judgment.  A lot of things that may not be weird to me are most clearly not the norm for the general public.  Even though it can be embarrassing and problematic, I believe the thrill is well worth it if you are cautious, respectful to others and careful.

All this being said, my desire to be seen is far greater then my fear of putting myself out there.  There is a certain amount of validation and freedom that I enjoy that has come with letting go of the rules of society and just being who I am.  I welcome you to entertain that idea once in awhile.  If you are ever cruising around Southern California and you see some bizarre rubber woman driving next to you or walking down the street, it is probably yours truly.  Even kinky fetish women need fresh air and have errands to run!  I know from experience that stepping out the front door in your rubber & fetish finest takes guts.  Even here in Hollywood, where the freaks run wild on any given weekend, it can still prove to be a challenge.  The bravest of the fetish party goers, kinky freaks, Goth punks and bizarre players may tend to get a bit nervous when heading out in full wardrobe to an event or gathering.  I know I used to get very uncomfortable on these evenings but thankfully I have gotten used to it.

I still remember my first time stepping out of the car in LA attending the Los Angeles Fetish Ball long ago, maybe 1998 or so.  I think I ran from the cab to the front doors.  I was so afraid I was going to be ridiculed and not fit in.  The counterpoint to that fear was quite a positive experience.  I was rewarded for my bravery in the form of an intense thrill and rush.  By going forward and conquering my fear I was able to go outside to get inside my first major fetish party.  Subsequently, I enjoyed one of the best fetish experiences of my life (at that time).  With the snap of my fingers I was inside a gorgeous building and the beat and aura of sex charged anthems filled my head.  Rubber, leather and bizarre characters were everywhere.  Suddenly everything had changed.  My street anxiety, controlled excitement and nervousness switched to sheer awe as I was surrounded by like minded fetish inspired freaks.  All these people seemed to be enjoying my brand of sexuality and in an instant I was comfortable again.

What I realized later that evening, was that not at any moment the rest of the night did I feel as excited as when I was outside stepping out of the cab to get into the party.  Outside I felt as if I were amongst the wolves of society, ready to attack me at any moment.  There is a certain charge that cannot be matched when you are afraid.  I liken it to being strapped down in severe bondage, waiting for your Mistress or Master to flick you with their crop in the most sensitive of places.  Will it be harsh and painful or just kiss your skin with the faintest of touch?  Either way, it does not really matter (but I secretly always hope for the pain so I can regret it).  When there is some true fear and trepidation you are most certainly engaged in the moment.  That is why I like and enjoy venturing outside now and then.  When we are amongst like minded friends on the inside where everything we do becomes normal you may discover it suddenly is normal.  I do not always like that. 

Comfortable is not always my cup of tea.  I want to be deeply engaged and real in the moments of any fetish experience that I am having.  Sometimes taking it out into the "normal" world now and then keeps me remembering what a delightfully strange sexual fetish I have.  It keeps me fresh and dispels my own fear that maybe I am becoming to normal.  We all need to keep our senses on high alert.  That is probably half the reason we do what we do.  Our fetish goes so far beyond sex so why not experiment more?  Try venturing out to a party or event for starters.  Get dressed at home and take a cab there.  At the very least it will be interesting.  Taking things outside of your normal routine could be very exciting once in awhile.  You might like it more then you think.  You are a fetishist after all, right?

XOXO
Gwen

January 20^th

Regretfully, my photo shoot was cancelled with Anna Rose.  We had planned to shoot at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas.  It is my all time favorite Las Vegas party and nesting spot.  It is just who I am I guess.  Who does not love a Pink Taco anyway?  Hopefully Anna and I will be able to meet up some other time.  Sorry I missed you Anna!

As I am never one to pout for to long, I decided to go with some good friends to a party in Hollywood.   First we stopped by TASTE for a bite to eat.  I had never been there but the food was pretty good; got the red and golden beet salad.  A rather modest menu, but it was typical LA; hip, casual and pricey.  I was disappointed that they did not have hard alcohol to serve, so I went with an Amstel Light.  Beer has become of some interest as of late but I am not sure why.  I decided to avoid the wine menu… makes me tired.  After talking about dot com names for what seemed like an hour, we headed out to party.

We arrived at a very upscale and beautifully finished house.   It apparently belonged to Ms. Tori Spelling (at least that is what I was told?)  There were not as many people there as I had expected, but we quickly were having a mood adjustment after sliding over to the open bar.  Free drinks can usually help out in these matters.  My friend whom owns The Bartending Agency was with us (www.thebartendingagency.com) and he was providing the servers for the party.  I can say he did a very nice job.  He is a beautiful man himself and is known for great servers that are great looking too!  As time passed more people showed up and we had a great time.  We met some really cool people and one or two gorgeous Filipino women.  Please help me out if you know the answer to this question:  Why do they look so good even after partying for five hours?  It is not fair as we Caucasian women get all washed out.  Well, not me of course but some of you can get pretty tired looking. LOL 

Back to the party; I think I actually spotted Tori passed out on the couch in her stripped mink; although I didn’t tell my companion.  She has had a mini crush on her for ages and I fear I may have lost her attention.  I cannot have that now, can I?  Then I realized that we were among several gorgeous gay men and paid them some attention.  There is nothing that rivals the verbal massage of a gay man.  They know all the right compliments and just how to deliver them!    

At this time, 2 a.m., we decided to leave.  We dropped off our two gorgeous straight friends who were more then a bit tipsy from shots of Casadores.  Truthfully, these two are both so damn fucking beautiful it just isn’t fair.  Although I can not post their photos here you will all have to believe me.  These two make Angelina and Brad feel a little slighted. 

So what to do now?  I am up and feeling that stirring between my legs that I so often have after so much visual stimulation.  I was feeling like it was time to go to the next level.  The effects of a good night out and my desire to have some kinky fun; we decided to be a little naughty.  I quickly pulled the car over at the top on Lankershim and it began…

1.                  Made female companion undress.  Removed her naked from the passenger seat.

2.                  Made room for companion in trunk and hog-tied her ankles and wrists.

3.                  Stuffed sock in companions mouth.

4.                  Closed trunk quickly as car sped by.

5.                  Opened trunk and made sure she was tightly tied and ready to go.

6.                  Drove 30 minutes home; speaking to now hog-tied companion in trunk.

7.                  Pulled into driveway and checked on companion who was freezing by this time.

8.                  Ran naked with companion around side of house and jumped into spa which had been on for several hours and was at this point too warm.

9.                  Finally thawed out.

10.              Began to pleasure ourselves with the jets of the Jacuzzi while masturbating at the same time.

11.              Went to bed at four o’clock

12.              Woke up with bruises on kitty?  Note to self; don’t get so close to the jet…..