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On Patreon TodayStep over the Patreonto enjoy this beautifulnew piece from our dear friend ChristeenToday Chris has a dilemma, verymuch to be or notto be.
Hi Everyone Welcome to Monday on our Blog. Just gotta say thank you to all you Patrons, how have been liking and commenting on the bits and bobs over there in the last few day. I greatly appreciate everything XXX So here we go with the completed version of a piece shared on Patreon a few weeks ago. It seems a split decision as to whether Andy suits the blonde look or indeed if this is an appropriate hair style for any well presented maid. Either way, whatever the discussion I welcome it, because this is why I create art. To share and have all your ideas come back to me. So Andy has been a blonde for a while and now it would seem Aunt Janes experiment, if that was what it was, has reached a tipping point. Andy was supposed to have had the upstairs vacuumed by now, however it is clear in his current guise ,the blonde effect has put him back a long way. Hope you like this.XXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayA new cover forthe latest Lady JaneAdventure has hit the news standsand it seems Janeloyal companionand sidekick Andy has got himself intoa spot of bother withsome very dangerouspeople.
Hi Everyone I can't believe Friday has rolled about again so swiftly. I don't seem to have sat down for a moment this week. However Friday will always bring me to rest for a few minutes at least ,because Friday brings us the delights of new art from our dear Christeen. Take your time everyone, Lee put that coffee on, sit back and enjoyBig hugs and a million thanks ChristeenXXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt is Monday againso we need somethingto brighten our dayand what better than anew piece of art fromour wonderful friendChristeen.Like polished nails?your gonna love this
Hi Everyone Ok so something a little different, New art will follow as usual soon, but today we step back in time, to some very early art, but with a modern twist. I have been playing with Ai story creation and have placed a few images into the system and a few quotes and let it run. After a few tweaks we have this story. One thing we can get from this is that Ai is still no match for a skilled story teller such as our dear Skinnie stallion. I have a few more of these and one which has just started over on Patreon. But that is a much sweeter love story. As I say new art will return next week. It is always the same after the calendar is posted on Patreon.But I hope you like this bit of sticky fun in the meantimeXXXAndy
Now this has not been edited by me, it is purely Ai and therefore not perfect. It does not follow the images you see here, but they were used as prompts. However as an exercise it is interesting
The Mannequin's TransformationEthan’s eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar sight. He was lying on a cold, metallic surface, the dim glow of overhead lights casting eerie shadows across an endless array of strange mechanical arms and conveyor belts. His body felt exposed—utterly bare. He gasped, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself, but before he could react further, a loud whirring noise filled the air.
Panic clawed at his chest as he scrambled to sit up, only for thick, rubberized straps to shoot out from the sides of the table, wrapping around his wrists and ankles with an unnatural precision. His struggles only tightened their grip. The sound of machinery shifting around him sent his heart into overdrive.
He didn’t understand what was happening. This had to be a nightmare.
A soft hiss echoed through the room, and a mechanical arm descended toward him, a fine mist spraying over his bare skin. The scent was chemical, slightly sweet, and his skin tingled in response. Before he could cry out, a deep hum resonated through the factory floor, and the table beneath him tilted, sending him sliding downward into a cylindrical chamber.
Warmth engulfed him.
Thick, glossy liquid latex bubbled around his body, rising like quicksand, swallowing him whole. The sensation was shocking—tight and embracing, the heat sinking into his muscles. He kicked, struggled, but the liquid had a mind of its own, clinging to every inch of him, molding itself to his form. His fingers clawed at the surface, but the latex was like honey, stretching and reforming seamlessly around his limbs. It crept up his throat, closing in, encasing his neck, his jaw, his lips—until his entire head was submerged.
Silence.
For a moment, he felt nothing but the liquid cocoon, the warmth pressing into him, conforming to him. He tried to scream, but the latex had fused to his lips, sealing them in a permanent, smooth pout. He was no longer breathing—but he wasn’t suffocating either. The latex was alive, pulsing around him, nourishing him through unseen means.
Then, motion.
His suspended body was lifted from the thick vat of liquid and carried forward by unseen mechanisms. The latex, now solidified into a second skin, shimmered under the industrial lights. The seamless material hugged his body in a way that felt unnatural, unnervingly perfect. His chest rose and fell in slow, mechanical movements, his body completely unresponsive to his frantic mind.
Another set of machines came to life.
A massive feminine mould, split into two halves, yawned open before him. The contours were distinctly feminine—curves where his had never been. His latex-covered body was gently placed inside the mould, his arms and legs fitting snugly into the sculpted indentations. A metallic hiss sounded, and the mold clamped shut around him.
Inside, it was tight. Inescapable.
The heat returned, and the latex reacted. It began to expand, pressing out against the mould's confines, sculpting him, reshaping him. His body contoured to the new feminine form—his waist narrowing, his hips widening, his chest pressing outward into smooth, featureless mounds. The latex was his new skin, adjusting, fusing with his very being.
Then—stillness.
The mould peeled open with a mechanical sigh, and Ethan—if he could still be called that—was lifted free.
The factory lights reflected off his gleaming new form. A perfect, glossy mannequin, featureless but unmistakably feminine. His arms hung at his sides, fingers gracefully posed. His face was a vision of artificial beauty—lips frozen in an alluring pout, eyes delicately painted but blank, devoid of expression.
The final touch came next.
More machines whirred to life, moving with a gentle but precise care. Soft cloths brushed over his form, polishing the latex to an immaculate shine. His new body gleamed like a doll on display, flawless, inanimate, obedient. The last traces of his former self dissolved beneath layers of polish and synthetic perfection.
And then—nothing.
The factory fell silent, the transformation complete.
Ethan had become a mannequin, a permanent fixture in a shop window, his mind trapped in a body that could no longer move, no longer fight.
Forever enclosed in gleaming latex.
Forever still.
Here is the second one. Again not perfect but it has it's moments. This one is actually based on some of my own captioned art and works quite well.
The Doll Factory had been a skeleton of its former self for decades, its towering frame silhouetted against the stormy sky. Once, it had bustled with life—or what passed for it—as artisans crafted lifelike figures coated in shimmering latex. But the laughter, the clatter of tools, and the hum of machinery had long since faded, leaving only a hollow echo within its muted walls.
On a night when the storm howled like a beast set free, Andy, a timid and gentle-hearted teenager, sought refuge from the relentless rain. His usual route home had become a torrent, forcing him toward the looming structure on the hill. The Doll Factory, whispered about in hushed tones by townsfolk, was the only shelter in sight.
Pushing open the rusted doors, Andy stepped into the darkness, the scent of aged latex and metal thick in the air. His footsteps echoed off the walls as he navigated the maze of abandoned machinery and half-formed figures. The storm outside roared louder, but the factory itself seemed to hum, a low, almost imperceptible vibration beneath his feet.
Andy found an old cot in what must have once been an office. Exhausted and soaked to the bone, he lay down, unaware of the factory's awakening. As he drifted into uneasy sleep, the dormant vats deep within the factory stirred, their contents—thought to be long dried—began to bubble and glisten once more.
Hours passed, and Andy awoke to a chilling sensation crawling over his skin. He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy, encased in something cold and smooth. Panic surged as he realized his body was being slowly engulfed by a thick, glistening latex, seeping from the walls and floor as if the factory itself had come alive.
"Oh god, what's happening to me?" he cried, his voice muffled by the encroaching material.
The factory seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the walls whispering secrets of forgotten times and lost souls. Andy's pleas echoed through the empty halls, but no one came. The latex crept over his face, silencing his cries, his wide, terrified eyes the last to be covered.
When the storm finally passed and dawn broke over the horizon, the Doll Factory stood silent once more. Inside, where Andy had sought refuge, now stood a new figure—a perfect, lifelike doll encased in gleaming latex, forever frozen in a silent scream.
The factory had awakened, and its hunger had been sated. For now.
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayFriday as ever meansit is my turn to posta preview of my ownart and this timewe see a slightlydifferent Andy. Stillthe same sweet boy butAunt Jane has beenexperimenting. WillAndy prove AuntJane's theory?
Hi Everyone Welcome to Friday and the delights of brand new art from Christeen. These as ever are wonderful pieces of poor sissy fun and yes Aunties never miss a thing.Thank you Christeen for these, they are wonderful and that is a gallery I would love to spend some time in.XXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Hi Everyone Hope you are all super well. As promised I am back today to bring you some very special things. These have been created by some of our friends. We have some beautiful images and clips from my dear Kitty Ambre and a then there is this longer clip put together by me from clips sent to me by a wonderful friend who has asked to remain anonymous. Our friend sent me a number of these clips based on my own Ai creations and all I did was join them into one longer strand, just to give us time to appreciate them. Thank you so much my dear friend. I know who you are and you are sweet and modest and very generous. I will share more both here and Patreon.
Now here are a few wonderful and sweet original creations from dear Ambre Caprice, who seems to be about to get Ai to give Andy and his ladies such warmth. They make me smile whenever i get them sent to me. Bless you Kitty XXX
The other day I had the briefest glimpse of something that never fails to brighten my pre-work mornings. BBC Tv breakfast presenter Nina Warhurst in her famous Leather leggings. It was a preview of a longer interview however I never got to see it so this is all I have. Nina is lovely, bright and fun and beautiful and wears leather very well indeed.
Now Sometimes we have reports that Slick Air boys go on to travel the world with other high level air carriers. Naturally they must return their expensive Latex uniforms, but they never loose their glamour.
I came across this the other day. My mind instantly said. "He loved laying in Aunties dressing up room, on a rainy day"
XXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt's another Mondayand that is the signalfor another wonderfulpiece from our dear friend Christeen,A few years ago, I always used to havemy toe nails paintedno matter how I was dressed.
Hi EveryoneA quick apology for being absent this week. Been away on family business, but hopefully back to normal now. So I will get stuck in to catching up with all my messages and things. Also I'll hopefully be back with some stuff on Wednesday.
Ok over in the little village whir Aunt Jane lives, there seems to be a stranger in town, one who is not worried about blending in. One with a dangerous confidence and determination. But who is she. Is that Madam Dark, or another of the sisterhood Mistresses. This could be a simple bit of business conducted by the Sisterhoods representative............But that isn't their lawyer.Have fun my dear friends.XXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Cela fait longtemps que j'imagine créer une saga dessinée totalement fétichiste, totalement latex et sexuellement suggestive. J'aime le verbe lorsqu'il accompagne l'image ou la précède, mais les photos elles-mêmes surpassent souvent le discours.
Et voilà, dans ce monde visuel du latex, qu'est venue l'IA. Beaucoup d'images sont encore maladroites, mais les progrès vont vite et je m'interroge sur l'avenir de la photographie de style face à ce déferlement technologique.
Pour l'instant j'y vois une opportunité, mes idées fusent, il faut bien que l'imaginaire du fétichiste que je suis, au moins, subsiste.
J'ai trouvé ces images sur Insta, un site dédié au nylon "Spandexheaven"; pas mal pour un début malgré de grossières erreurs, mais il y a de l'idée en particulier dans les détails.
Source: FetishLover
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Je suis plutôt du matin, c'est le matin que j'écris quand tout ce que j'ai ruminé la nuit est encore frais dans mon esprit. En fait, si j'en avais le courage, j'écrirais la nuit entre deux rêves. Un rêve profond puis un autre, mi- éveil, entre érotisme et fantasme ou autre fantaisie.
Malgré toutes les apparences, l'envie d'écrire est intacte et peut être salvatrice.
Le ciel était clair et chaud ce matin quand j'ai ouvert les volets d'une grande maison qui ressemble à la mienne sans vraiment être semblable. Un lieu familier que j'ai reconnu comme le mien, habité de personnes que je connaissais, comme cette jeune femme qui était forcément ma compagne et qui pourtant ne lui ressemble pas.
Je la rejoignis dans le jardin, une petite fille jouait sur la terrasse. Elle me tendit un verre d'orangeade en souriant. Tout semblait naturel et me plongeait dans un certain malaise ; je n'étais pas chez moi.
Cette maison, je l'avais habitée il y a plusieurs années, cet enfant ressemblait a mon premier enfant, et cette femme avait les traits en plus juvéniles et plus avenants de ceux de mon ex-femme. C'était elle et ce n'était pas elle comme si tout était entouré de brume et d'incertitudes.
Pour moi je n'avais aucun doute, c'était bien moi, plus jeune, une trentaine d'années mais avec toutes mes pensées encore vivaces et fraîches, comme l'odeur et la caresse du latex de la veille. J'étais comme arraché et transporté près de vingt ans en arrière mais avec toute la mémoire de ma vie d'après ; Cette vie que j'avais construite pas à pas, avec des tâtonnements, des échecs mais aussi des réussites.
Cette vie que j'avais voulue en harmonie avec ce que je voulais vivre et que je n'avais pas osé réaliser avant, surtout pour ma vie intime.
Qui ne rêve pas de renverser le temps, mais seulement avec maîtrise contrairement au Benjamin Button de Francis Scott Fitzgerald? Gagner quelques années en arrière, savoir où on a trébuché pour éviter l'obstacle? Avoir la préscience presque divine de son avenir parce qu'on l'a déjà vécu ?
Soudain pourtant je me trouve placé devant un gouffre d'angoisses. Où était cet enfant que j'aime tant et avec lequel je vis maintenant ? Et ma compagne qui m'a tout offert? Pourquoi serais-je soumis à l'obligation de refaire une vie que je ne voulais pas? Tout reprendre… Tout recommencer … En aurais-je la force ?
Un aboiement rauque de mon chien m'a tiré de ce curieux délire, un peu abasourdi, tout m'est resté en mémoire et je me suis dit que je devais vite l'écrire avant le soir. Ecrire, c'est comme une thérapie.
Dans ce blog, j'ai toujours aimé les images, j'ai choisi celle-ci, qui est un malhabile mélange de deux selfies dont j'ai tenté de faire un montage il a quelques temps. Je suis nul en montage et retouche photo, mais le résultat me plaît pas mal et pour en connaître la raison, il faudra attendre le second billet.
Ce qui est certain, c'est qu'ici ou ailleurs je vais reprendre la plume, avec plus de vérité et moins de filtre, car finalement je n'ai de compte à rendre à personne si ce n'est mes proches que j'aime.
Source: FetishLover
J'ai revu cette image qui est une part inséparable de moi. J'ai cherché en vain dans mes fichiers une meilleure taille digne d'être vu de plus près et dans les détails. Sans doute un signe, mais malgré tout, cela reste en moi. Cette image est parfaite et je ne m'en lasse pas et je ne regrette rien, n'en déplaise à beaucoup. C'est mon chemin et c'est ma vie. Je suis heureux de la partager ici et je n'en ai pas terminé encore.
Merci à Apoutine qui me supporte encore et au grand Mark Black qui est l'auteur de cette photo.
Source: FetishLover
Je m'interroge souvent sur la direction que pourrait prendre ma passion inextinguible de fétichisme et j'ai souvent suivi bien des directions sans trouver la voie parfaite mais parfois en l'effleurant.
Il en est de même de la photographie. Il y a sans doute une explication psychologique à cela mais j'ai toujours aimé me voir en latex autant que je n'aime pas me voir en réel, une espèce de narcissisme masqué en sorte.
Depuis que je suis davantage derrière l'objectif que devant, je tâtonne. Je fais des photos de portraits qui me demandent du temps sans toujours me satisfaire et j'explore.
Il y a très longtemps que je pense au roman feuilleton un support que les moins de vingt ans, etc., etc.Des images simples souvent en noir et blanc, la qualité n'a pas besoin d'être exceptionnelle et les textes simples pour des histoires courtes et directes.
J'ai donc fait un petit montage de trois images tirées d'une petite vidéo personnelle. Trois images presque identiques pour un tableau suffisamment explicite pour qu'il n'ait pas besoin de sous titrage (mais ce ne sont que des images).J'ai ajouté une légende dans des bulles comme une BD, et moi qui aime les grands textes de la littérature vous devinerez mon inspiration...Bref une page alors qu'un roman-photo en nécessite plusieurs. Cela me paraissait simple mais pour un manchot de Photoshop comme moi cela m'a demandé un travail considérable pour bien peu. Traiter les photos, essayer de les cadrer (le résultat n'est pas fameux), crée les bulles, et les légendes, tout reprendre texte après textes… Titanesque surtout pour quelqu'un comme moi qui déteste les retouches.
Pourtant je trouve cela assez motivant et j'ai bien envie de poursuivre l'expérience avec ceux qui l'accepteront, le plus compliqué étant de trouver l'histoire et le reste viendra. L'avis de chacun m'intéresse.Je ne suis pas le premier j'ai choisi en entête une image de Hugo avec les deux belles Anthrazit et Hana Dyomene. J'aime bien l'idée et cette image pour illustrer cet article et elle passera sans doute mieux sur internet que la mienne.
Source: FetishLover
Like this girl. Many beautiful photoshoots around the theme.
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