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Latex and Lace

In his dream, he was kneeling on the marble floor of a vast hall, stripped naked down to his shorts, hands bound back to his ankles. The woman standing before him was an image of mysterious perfection — a skintight catsuit of black latex covered her, matched by her gloves and boots; thick black hair teased out as high and wide as his open palm; and a black mask kept him from knowing who she was. The one little frippery she wore was her skirt, and that just barely covered anything enough to matter.

“So,” she said, running mascaraed eyes up and down him for a few seconds, and he saw her twitch an eyebrow. “So…. You think you’re worthy to learn all the secrets I have to teach you.”

“Yes, I do,” he began saying.

Before he got farther, she had strode over and slipped a frighteningly strong finger under his chin and shut his mouth, then tilted his head back until he was almost facing the ceiling. She swam into view in front of his eyes, her face just inches away from his. “It is I who say if you’re worthy or not, little man – or is that ‘little worm,’” she purred. “And I say you’re not. But, with time and practice – a lot of practice — you might get close to a chance. And so, let us begin….”

I had to stop here; dominatrix fiction is not my writing specialty. But it sure suits the suit I’m wearing in these photos! So not me, I swear to you, but still fun to wear in world. I don’t think I’d want to wear it out of world; the only way you can ooze into a suit like this is like I saw in an old ad for a KitKat bar: with lots of baby powder, some oil, and maybe a shoehorn.

Hunting for a location to take the pictures was a blast. I have no doubt that I could find somewhere in Zindra who would love to have me do a photoshoot there. But, like latex catsuits and dom fiction, Zindra ain’t my style. I finally settled on a spot in front of a brazier in Omega Point. The tall, tall stairways, arcane textures, flaming fire urns, and occasional flashes of lightning and balls of eldritch light are great for eerie atmosphere. Give it a prowl sometime when you want an experience that is surely not of the ordinary.

The details:

  • Hair: Hairoin Diva (Abyss)
  • Top, stockings, gloves: House of Curios Latex Halter (black)
  • Skirt: Lapointe Wicked Merlot system skirt and prim miniskirt
  • Boots: J’s Thigh High Boots
  • Mask: Illusions Ebony m/f mask (female version)
  • Jewelry: Black Shine Cluster double-strand bracelet, black beads around hand/wrist, and Draped Black Long Necklace by Bonita Poppinjay’s Jewelry; Mandala Soul necklace and earrings in silver

(Note:  I anticipate a lot of visits from folks looking up “latex” for obvious reasons.  I suspect this piece may be a contender for next year’s most visited article.)

SL Hallowe’en — The Sorceress

La Belle Dame sans Merci

La Belle Dame sans Merci

(The Visitor speaks:)

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

(The Knight answers:)

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

Sorceress 2

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

Sorceress 7

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

Sorceress 5

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

“La Belle Dame sans Merci”
John Keats


The details:

  • Skin: Chai Diabla 05 (no longer available)
  • Lashes: the oBscene Artemis
  • Hair: Tukinowaguma Storm (ebony)
  • Gown: Innovations Gothika (Amber Glow), with cape
  • Jewelry: EarthStones Karuka series (purchased a la carte)

Wizard’s staff by Damanios Thetan (may be available as a freebie)

WindLight settings by Torley Linden — Dark Came Over

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