A few weeks back I posted an outtake from a shoot with Franka. Turns out she was aiming for a peddle kick when it all went wrong.

Anyway, this is what it was supposed to look like!

Cynth’s in reflective mood.

This was taken by my backdoor. There were no net curtains.

I wonder what the neighbours thought?

After a bit of soul searching, I decided to republish my race-play erotica. Birth of a White Slave is already online, and Training the White Boy has just hit too.

A follow-up to “Training” is being worked on, and should pop out after I’ve finished my next Heavy Rubber title.

Why did I decide to return to the genre? I was clearing out my email and stumbled across the emails I got from a couple of people who were into this thanking me for writing it. Both were struggling a little with it and enjoyed reading something romantic and liberating rather than downright abusive.

I know my work won’t be winning any Nobel prizes anytime soon. If there are people who enjoy it and welcome it, fair enough.

Just remember: race play is a consensual dynamic in BDSM. Racism is thinking less of someone because of their heritage. Don’t confuse the two.

If you want to make Mistress happy you’d best get on your knees and start licking…

Bad scenes at Tokyo’s massive Cosplay event. A Chinese cosplayer was assaulted by a mob of camera carrying arseholes determined to get up-skirt photos.

There’s a lot of mob mentality floating around in here, and the further out the more I’m inclined to be generous and think people are curious about the mob. But right in there, with your camera pointing at a crying girl in distress, snapping away trying to get shots up her skirt?

I know there probably won’t be any criminal charges brought (this is Japan, afterall), but I hope they’re outed on Twitter and shamed into apologies.

And for the rest of us? Let’s learn something from this.

In London she was a prostitute called Aiko, funding her degree by dressing in latex for money. A dozen years later she’s Naomi, a bored wife in Tokyo, her education squandered and her husband uninterested in her.

A chance encounter with a former client changes everything. She agrees to meet and dress up for him, and as their rubber sessions become more frequent and intense, she finds herself at a crossroads:

Does she return to her boring life, or start a new one with her rubber fetish lover?

The Return of Aiko’s Rubberman is an uplifting tale of freedom and features scenes of heavy rubber, latex fetish and female domination. It is not for the easily offended.

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It seems some arsehole has decided to terrorise the people of a Somerset town by dressing up in a latex “gimpsuit” and jumping out on them. Reports vary, but it’s alleged this person likes to rub his crotch when approaches people. There’s a photo of him doing the rounds, caught by a victim, with suitable media interest to follow. There are even reports of arrests being made.

I get the whole “going out in public in rubber” thing. I’ve done it. I dare say I’ll do it again. It’s fun, liberating and – if you’re with some friends – a bit of a laugh. Only for other people it can be scary, intimidating and even terrifying. Caution is required.

Whether this is someone getting the wrong end of the proverbial stick or truly something sinister remains to be seen. Either way, I’m guessing wandering around in public in latex is going to be off-the-table for a little while until things calm down again.