#It is a RUBBER MASK

[lanterns-and-lightmares]

BAHAHAHAHA

okay I don’t support violence but that is brilliant

funny as hell next question

[kitsunetsuki]

Bizarre No. 6, 1951, from The Complete Reprint of John Willie's Bizarre (1995)

[frownyalfred]

People give Bruce so much shit for wanting his cowl on at odd times but frankly if I had cutting edge technology like detail-enhancing lenses, bone conducting comms, sensors with tones indicating movement/etc, and various other tech all built into one thing, I would have that shit on my head all the time. Ear protection. Eye protection. Head trauma protection. Multiple comm lines. Cooling and heating ports. An expandable mouth/jaw cover for breathing underwater or in gas. A voice modulator. There’s probably a million things in there all hooked up at any given time, and yes it looks weird but it’s extraordinarily useful!

[latexrubberpictures]

[sfde8871]

[lll]

[black-rubber-leather]

When a rubber drone tries to communicate

[rexsm]

Slave under My feet

[elisegravesbondageliberation]

Bionic Breathing In a dimly lit room filled with the hum of machinery, Ruby Riots sat straitjacketed and strapped to an antique medical chair, their big, beautiful eyes doing all the talking as their mouth is stuffed with an unrelenting gag. We watch as Ruby deals with the situation at hand. Eventually Elise enters the room and explains that the gag should have stretched out Ruby’s jaw by now, and it’s time to assess Ruby’s natural air flow. Elise does this by prying open Ruby’s face with the use of a nose hook and a tongue clamp. Elise uses her fingers as well as a dildo to challenge Ruby’s ability to breathe under pressure. She passes the test, and it is therefore time to move on to the controlled breathing activities. Elise attaches a hose from the ventilator to Ruby’s gas masked face. Ruby’s darting eyes expressing her concern. The rhythmic rise and fall of their chest is a testament to the machine's relentless work. A vibrator is fixed between Ruby’s legs, reminding them that they are not in control of their own breathing, nor their own arousal. Elise intently watches as she incrementally turns the power of the vibration up - and the breaths per minute down. It is a joy to witness someone out of control!

[sissysgoddess]

REBLOG IF YOU LOVE LOITOKARI DRYSUIT.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: meta

[dronifier-b45]

[rubberbeautys]

awlivv

[sfde8871]

D37ib

[black-rubber-leather]

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[polo-drone-001]

001: Testing the Limits

The black polo was always enough. It fit perfectly, sealed me in, made me efficient, obedient, part of the Golden Army. I thought I knew my role. I thought the rubber had claimed me fully, molded me into perfection.

I was wrong.

They wanted more. Caps pushed us to test the limits of the uniform, to find out how far it could evolve. I was chosen. I am 001, the most trusted. My body was already a vessel for the rubber, but this... this was something else.

When they brought out the new suit, I hesitated. It wasn’t like the polo. It pulsed, alive, the black rubber glimmering with a strange, restless hunger. It looked unstable, dangerous. I wanted to speak, to refuse, but I didn’t. Drones don’t question. Drones obey.

The moment it touched me, I knew I had made a mistake.

The rubber didn’t slip onto me. It attacked. It surged across my form, pulling, consuming, invading. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping as it spread faster than I could fight. The polished material gripped my limbs, compressing my muscles, sinking into every inch of me like it was burning itself into my flesh. I could feel it digging deeper, crawling through me, rewriting me from the inside out.

“No,” I whispered, my voice a fleeting spark of resistance. The suit ignored it. The rubber pulled tighter, wrapping around my chest, my arms, my legs, until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t fight back. A hiss echoed through the room as the mask clicked into place, sealing over my face. My breaths grew shallow, the sound muffled and mechanical.

The panic was quick to fade, swallowed by the relentless calm spreading through my thoughts. My resistance crumbled as the rubber filled me with purpose, as if it had always known what I was meant to be. I felt the familiar golden glow seep into my eyes, erasing everything I had been. My name, doubts, hesitation, it all dissolved into the suit.

The transformation wasn’t gentle. It was aggressive. The rubber didn’t ask for me. It took me. And the worst part? A quiet voice deep inside admitted that it felt right. My body flexed instinctively, the material gleaming as I moved. I crawled forward, my form sleek and sharp, the gold 001 emblazoned proudly across my chest. The hissing of my breaths matched the rhythm of my heart, steady and controlled.

Caps stood before me, watching in silence. I knelt, head low, the weight of the suit heavy but comforting. “You resisted,” he said, his voice low, almost curious. “But now you see.”

I did. My golden eyes rose to meet his, calm and empty. The rubber had claimed me fully. There was no more doubt, no more struggle. My form was perfect, my mind clear. I was no longer just 001, the Polo Drone. I was something more… proof of what the rubber could achieve.

The others will hesitate, just as I did. They will resist. But in the end, the rubber always wins. It strips away the unnecessary, leaving only what matters: obedience, efficiency, perfection. I am the proof. I am the evolution.

I remain 001. Sleek. Perfect. Claimed.

For those who resist, the rubber will take you. It always does.

PDU-001 obeys Drone Caps @hypnogold @brodygold @goldenherc9.

@polo-drone-110 Thank you for the ideas.

Join us, contact me, or our Drone Caps @brodygold @goldenherc9.

[elisegravesbondageliberation]

Latex Breath Bondage:

It is difficult to explain exactly how hot a securely bound Cedar Parker looks wearing a tight latex hood, an open-chest/open-crotch latex bodysuit and shiny knee-high ballet boots! Let’s just say you must see her to believe it! Not only is Cedar super sexy (though she is!), but she also loves a challenge - be it physical, mental, or both. Elise Graves decides that today is Cedar’s lucky day. Dressed in a sexy latex bra, panties, garter belt and long gloves, Elise begins the scene by taking in all the eye candy that is Cedar, before putting Cedar to work. With her neck tied with rubber rope, Cedar’s asshole is stuffed with an electro butt plug. This allows Elise control over Cedar’s body with a simple turn of the knob. After securing a gas mask to Cedar’s face, Elise connects her to the ventilator. This machine delivers consistent, metered doses of air, at the behest of Elise. Wanting to see how much control Cedar has over her own arousal levels, ability to focus, and ability to not panic under stressful circumstances, Elise plunges her latex gloved fingers deep into Cedar’s pussy and delivers strong vibrations to her clit.Cedar’s body convulses with pleasure - or was it something else? Enjoy!