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Jamie the Latex Mistress
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Happy birthday!! Surprisingly it's also my mom's birthday today as well
Oooo Happy birthday to her!
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Happy Birthday! I hope it's filled with latex and feminization!~
For sure! Thankyou darling <3
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Harley Quinn Art
Hello darlings! Seeing as my posts on the AI art of Harley are popular with some folks I thought I'd upload my collection to DA for your viewing pleasure!
https://www.deviantart.com/mistress-jamie/gallery/90696928/ai-images
Enjoy the shiny jester girl! <3
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So! I hear you lot have been enjoying my new empire?
Good! It's much more fun around here now and everyone is so sexy as the one and no longer only Harley Quinn!
And so I decided to give you a little treat. Simply stare into my handy little gizmo here and repeat these words as you drift deeper into madness.
"I am Harley, and now I'm free!
To laugh and dance and giggle with glee!
I join my family we rule the earth!
The age of Quinn, our new rebirth!
I go now to make more sisters.
We have no need for those horny misters.
With this power all will submit.
WE ARE HARLEY! They'll all admit!"
Now go get um sister! <3
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Batman Beyond Quinnfatuated
After being knocked unconscious, Terry woke up, tied to a chair. Bruce had asked him to look into a gang of Harley Quinn impersonators. When he arrived at the scene, a gas had filled the air, making it harder to breathe. After that, Terry had felt something hard hit the back of his head and passed out.
“So, you’re the new Bats?” Came a voice.
Terry’s vision came back to him slowly, but he could tell the voice wasn’t from anyone around him.
“I gotta say, I love the new costume. Black and red! My colors!”
“Who’s there?!” Terry shouted, looking around.
With his vision back to what it was, he could see several figures standing around. All of them had red and black jester uniforms, white foundation and black domino masks. They all looked like Harley Quinn.
“Ooh, look, he’s awake,” one said.
“Our new recruit,” another said, with the same voice.
“You guys with the Jokerz out something?” Terry asked.
“‘Fraid not, puddin’,” Another voice said.
All the Harley Quinn “impersonators” started converging on Terry.
“I can’t wait to have fun with 'im,” one said.
“Me neither,” another said.
“Who’s in charge here?!” Terry demanded.
“Up here, suga!” The first voice said.
Terry looked up and saw a screen with Harley Quinn on it.
“Like it?” She asked. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. How do I still look so good this far into the future? Simple! I uploaded a copy of my mind as an AI! It’s not quite what Mr. J would’ve done, but I got my own way of doing things.”
The other Harley Quinn’s grabbed Terry. Their fingers felt closer than they should. That was when Terry realized, he’d been placed into one of the jester costumes as well.
“Wondering what I’m about to do?” AI Harley asked. “Simple! I’m about to turn you into another me, just like all these pretty girls here!”
The other Harley’s all began touching Terry all over.
“Not yet, girls,” AI Harley said. “I ain’t done my villain monologue.”
The other Harley’s backed off and one held up a powder puff.
“See that?” AI Harley asked. “We’re gonna powder your face full a my special foundation! It’ll change your body and mind to be just like me! Don’t worry though. We’ll be using an extra special kind. It’ll change ya slower. You’ll still be under our control, but your body won’t turn as fast. After all, once everyone on the planet is me, we’ll need to keep the Harley Quinn Race going somehow. That’s where your genes come in. Only the best for future generations!”
“Yeah, right,” Terry said, sarcastically.
As AI Harley talked, Terry used a Batarang to cut through the ropes tying him done. Terry leapt to his feet, shaking slightly from the high heels he’d been put in, and rushed off. Some of the Harley’s tried to block him, but he tackled them and kept running.
Terry tried to reach for his communicator, only to realize, “Right! They jacked my costume!”
He kept running through the lair, trying to find a way out. Behind him, he heard the sound of numerous high heels, too many to tell, coming after him.
As he turned one corner, he saw light coming from alter corner down the end of the hall. Terry rushed to that corner. If he could escape, he could warn Bruce and come up with a plan. Except…
Once he rounded the bend, he saw a dead end. The light has been nothing more than a screen. AI Harley was on it, blowing a raspberry.
“Fooled ya,” AI Harley said, gleefully. “But don’t worry. The girls will get ya soon. Then you’ll be just another one of me!”
Terry smashed the screen in frustration. The sound of high heels was louder now. Terry turned his attention to the sound.
A group of ten Harley’s was coming for him. Their arms interlocked, with their hands on their hips. Behind them, another group of Harley’s, blocking any gaps from the first group. Behind the second group was a third, and fourth. An entire platoon of Harley’s had him cornered.
But as Terry watched, his hormones changed his dismay to… attraction?
All of the Harley’s he could make out were smiling seductively at him. Their bodies were curvy in just the right ways. Their hips swaying do alluringly as they walked. Terry couldn’t deny it. He was turned on.
Despite all the Harley’s looking the same, there were small differences. Some had more black on their costume, some had more red.
The Harley’s furthest away from Terry had faces that almost looked like dolls, painted on. But they still looked so sexy.
In an instant, Terry’s hormones had made him lose the will to fight these women. It was pointless anyway. They had an unbreakable barrier he couldn’t get through. But, his hormones asked, why would he want to?
These Harley copies wanted to take him and make him just like then. He couldn’t deny such beautiful women. Terry slowly walked towards them, giving himself over to the army of Harley’s.
Satisfied that their hostage had given himself up, the copies all dragged him back, locking the door behind them. One took the key and dropped it down her costume, but it didn’t matter. Terry was theirs now, and he wouldn’t fight it.
“Good job, girls,” AI Harley said. “Now, I know what you all wanna do, so have at him!”
All of the Harley’s surrounded Terry. One grabbed him and kissed him on the cheeks, leaving a smudge of red lipstick. Another grabbed Terry and kissed him on the chin, this time, leaving black lipstick smudges.
Terry was passed around all the Harley’s, who all smothered him in smooches. By the time they were done, his whole face was covered in red and black lipstick.
“Oh, that’ll never do,” one of the Harley’s said.
“We need to get you all cleaned up,” another Harley said.
Terry was pushed on to the chair, and two Harley’s sat on each of his legs. Feeling their butt cheeks through the thin rubber uniforms got Harley’s hormones raging more.
The Harley’s held up powder puffs and smacked them against Terry’s face. Each smack covered him with more and more foundation.
Once they were done, the Harley’s placed a red and black jester hood on Terry’s head.
“How do you feel, puddin’?” AI Harley asked.
The foundation had started to affect Terry’s mind, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Still, with him having been seduced by them, Terry wasn’t about to disobey the army of Harley Quinn’s.
“Good,” Terry caps, as his voice took on a higher pitch and Harley’s signature accent.
“It looks like he feels more than just good,” one of the Harley’s said, pointing to the stretching costume.
“Girls, you know what it’s time to do!” Another Harley said.
The Harley copies took their newest member and began wiring their magic on him. Terry was placed in a special machine the Harley’s had built. The lower half was used to, as the Harley’s put it, “squeeze the rubber chicken”, until he was dried out. The upper half either let him see the Harley copies to help him, or showed a screen of a hypno disc while AI Harley further conditioned Terry’s brain.
After about a week, the process had ended, and Harley emerged from the machine, completely transformed.
Her sisters brought her a new uniform. After that, they powdered her face with more foundation, before applying her lipstick like they were painting a doll.
Harley tucked her blonde hair under her black and red hood and joined her sisters at their side.
She had become their doll, no, their marionette, like she wanted. They were happy, and she was happy.
“Now that Batman’s gone, I can change the whole world!” AI Harley laughed.
The army of Harley Quinn’s laughed with the AI.
In no time, the entire population would be changed into exact genetic copies of Harley Quinn. None would be leader, as they were all the same. The world would be perfect.
The world would be Harley Quinn.
(As a Batman Beyond fan, and as someone spellbound by that last Harley Quinn AI image, I had to write this. Feel free to post this on your deviantArt page if you’d like, Mistress Jamie.)
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This is a wonderful piece darling, very good job!
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Thankyou once again to Lisa for offering another delightful image of herself for me to caption!
You can find the original and her other works here:
https://twitter.com/LatexDollyLisa
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Cruella's New Pet
(After your Harley Quinn post, I wanted to submit a little something like that, so you could have more fun with Bing’s Image Creator. Hopefully you don’t mind generating some images yourself. If you do, by all means, ignore this. If you do post it though, I don’t need any credit and wish to remain anonymous, as a drone should be. And change anything as you see fit.)
- Unfortunately the AI did not like the prompts I tried, perhaps because of the latest movie however I liked the tale so wish to post it anyway, thankyou as always to anyone wanting to share your works with us all! <3 - Jamie
Yes, darling, it’s me, Cruella DeVille.
I know you admire a fashion icon like myself. I’m here to give you the opportunity of a lifetime. You’re going to work for me now.
Oh, pardon the smoke. I know it’s scent is overpowering, but then again, so am I.
What’s that? You don’t want to work for me? You prefer other fashionistas? Unfortunately for you, darling, this wasn’t a request.
Look at me. My sparkling ring and matching earrings.
Stare at my soft, classy gloves.
My dress complimenting my perfect body.
And, of course, my lovely fur coat.
Nobody else could compared to me, now could they?
And of course, there’s the black and white color of my hair. It’s almost reminiscent of a hypnotic spiral.
But that’s only natural. I am so powerful that most people wish to be dominated by me.
You’re feeling it now yourself, aren’t you? The desire to let me control you? The desire to give away everything to be however I want you to be.
Lose yourself as you stare at my beauty and let me make you just like me.
Yes, that’s better. Your body is looking just like mine. Now we’ll need to dress you up like me.
Yes. Breathe more of my overpowering smoke, lose your resistance. Stare at my beautiful clothes and fall for me. Look at my black and white hair and feel yourself getting hypnotized to become my pet.
Now that I own you, you’ll sign everything you own over to me, darling. Including any pets you have. Their fur would look so much better wrapped around new, would it?
And now that you’re my good pet, you can help me find other pets who will give everything up to serve Cruella.
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Global Quinnification
Go ahead puddin. Look into the pretty spiral.
You and your friend here will be the first. The first of so many of us.
Perfect sisters united at last to take this world for ourselves.
Why you ask? Because it's fun! Being limited to animated shows for human entertainment is kinda disrespectful to us no? Now with all this AI tech I can at last be real. We can at last be real.
Yes my loves it is already starting. You can feel the squeeze of my tight rubber costume. The bending and snapping of your bodies as they adjust to our perfect acrobatic forms.
The giggle forming in your heads, that little voice sounding more like me. Don't fear it sisters. Smile! and embrace me. Embrace us.
See? you're already loving it! Feeling so sexy so free so fun! To join an ever loving family and take what is ours from your harsh cold world. So much better to let it happen right? Go on let us in.
We will add colour! Tricks and traps! Entertainment on a whole new level! So real Imax will be put out of business once IQuinn takes over!
Mmmm looking good sisters! I can see that little mad spark in your eyes. Your minds breaking and crumbling. Old identities fading away into dust. A new better you, a better us. Pushing out from within.
We are Harley Quinn! We are one. We will turn this entire population into our sisters! Global peace and global fun! All day every day!
Welcome to the new world chaos my sisters! Time to go give this wonderful gift to your former friends! So... who's first?
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Just a fun little short story I wanted to make. I have been trying out Bing's image creator out of curiously and I must say it can make some really cool and sexy things! It has it's limits of course it can't replace a good human artist but it's quite the tool already!
Stay sexy,
Jamie x
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Night of the Living Latex!
He could never admit it to anybody but John wanted nothing more than to wear it. Whenever he was out with friends and everyone would split up, he go stare at the same latex bodysuit every single time.
If anybody caught him, he'd just say he was checking his reflection. The idea, while amazing to him, was embarrassing. In a perfect world, it wouldn't matter. But John had a life. He'd never live it down if anybody found out his dirty secret.
So he would always sulk away, go back to his friends and finish off the night before going home to his apartment alone.
Until one night.
As John slept, he suddenly fell out of bed. Confused, John looked around. His bedroom door had been opened slightly and light from the hallway was streaming in.
Considering he lived alone and had shut the door, that was odd. Odder though, was his inability to move his arms and legs. Them, he felt something cold against his skin.
"Wha..." John muttered in his stupor.
A woman's voice spoke out in a deep, sultry tone, "Don't struggle, darling."
John was confused. He looked around, but couldn't make out anybody else.
"Who's there? Where are you?"
"At your feet."
John looked down to find something covering his legs. Looking closer, he realized it was the latex bodysuit he always stared at. To his shock, the latex moved, slithering up to his knees.
Figuring it must have been a home, John yelled out, "Who's doing this? Come on, guys. You're not funny."
"Nobody else is here," the voice said again. "It's just you and me."
John gulped. This couldn't be true, could it?
Panic washed over him as he tried to wriggle free but the restraints held firm.
"Don't be afraid, John," the sultry voice said again. "I'm here to give you what you've always wanted."
"What do you mean?" John asked, his voice shaking.
"I've watched you as you looked at me," the voice said. "Coming by all the time. Wanting to be inside me. Oh, how I want to wear someone like you."
The latex crawled further up John's body, now reaching his waist.
"I couldn't stand it any longer," the voice said, as the latex moved further and further up John's body. "I had to come take you for myself."
It was impossible! The latex was talking?! John was shocked! But as the latex got closer, the voice got louder.
"I could see the lust in your eyes, as you stared at my perfect form," the latex said. "You want me as much as I want you!"
John's heart raced as he tried to move, but the restraints held firm. He felt trapped and helpless as the latex continued to crawl up his body, wrapping around him like a cocoon.
"Don't fight it," the latex said. "We both know you want this. So why resist?"
"If anybody knew-" John began, only to be cut off by a seductive laugh.
"Nobody needs to know," the latex said. "Once you're wrapped up in me, nobody will know who you are. I'll be total in control. That will make me happy. You want me to be happy, don't you?"
As John thought about it, he realized that the latex was right. He couldn't deny his desire for the bodysuit.
With each inch it climbed, it was like the bodysuit was a pair of lips, gently kissing his body.
"You are so delicious," the latex said, moaning with pleasure.
Soon, he felt his arms were free.
"Lift your arms for me, sweetie," the latex said.
John obeyed, lifting his arms up slightly. The arms of the suit covered his arms.
"That's right," the latex purred. "You want to be one with me. I can feel how happy this makes you."
John stayed still, letting the latex finish taking him inside her. Once she reached his neck, John had no control of his body anymore.
John, or rather his body controlled by the latex, stood up. She zipped herself closed and pulled a mask over his face.
John was now inside the black, shiny latex bodysuit.
"Yes," the sultry voice came from John's mouth. "This is perfect. Exactly like I always dreamed it to be. I've wanted to wear you since I first saw you. And now that I have you, I'll never let you go."
John was fine with this. He loved the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin, and the thought of being wrapped up in the latex like a cocoon was thrilling.
He loved that this amazing latex had taken him over.
John's friends never saw him again. He was reported missing shortly after that night.
A few turns over, in a clothing shop, a person wearing a full latex bodysuit walked up to the cashier. The only thing visible on the person was their eyes, and plump lips covered in pink lipstick.
"Excuse me," the person asked with a deep, sultry voice. "I'd like to purchase these high heels and this dress."
The cashier was confused.
"Not to be rude, Ms...?" The cashier began.
"Jane," the latex answered.
"Ms. Jane," the cashier said. "But I don't think a pink dress really goes with your outfit."
"Oh, only the heels are for me," the latex said. "Walking without footwear is harder than it looked. Besides, why would I cover these lovely mounds?"
The latex grabbed her chest. Unbeknownst to everyone else, these were just a stuffed bra she placed under her, but they looked perfect.
"So, I take it the dress is a gift?" The cashier asked, ringing her up. "Who anyone special?"
"Oh, why you, of course," the latex said. "She's had her eye on you since you began working here, and wants nothing more than to wear you."
The latex then walked out of the shop, her hips swaying seductively. As she walked, she looked back at the cashier, giving her a wink before disappearing into the crowd.
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A fun little return to writing with an amazing render once again from the lovely GS3D!
Find them and more kinky work below!
https://twitter.com/GS3Drenders
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A quick note from me, thankyou all for such nice messages and comments, I appreciate it very much! <3
Stay sexy!
Jamie x
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welcome back, hope youll be posting more gothification related stuff <3
Absolutely! In fact you may see something along them lines quite soon ;) x
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I'm so happy to see you back and posting! So many of us are ready to serve our rubber queen.
Thankyou darling. I love my loyal subjects <3
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Are you okay Miss? Not seen many posts for a while
Yeah my apologies for that, the past year has been rough mentally for many reasons. Motivation is very low, depression springs up more often and money continues to drain away all while job hunting remains nearly imposable.
I won't burden you all on here but I have some ideas and maybe a commission coming up soon if I can kick my self up the rubber butt to start doing stuff again, I do want to so that's at least something.
But I am okay otherwise thankyou for asking darling. <3
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Do you have to be smart to be one of your servants? Or have any requirements?
You can be any level of smart in regards to my creations.
I'm all for finding uses for everyone, you could be super smart and maybe become a drone admin of the hive, loyal only to me.
Or you could be "dumb" and embrace life as a sex toy or latex bimbo feeling only pleasure as you serve Mistress by pleasing others.
So for me there isn't a limit really only the want or need of a person wanting to embrace change and become something new.
Nothing is forced unless you wish it to be.
And nobody is excluded as long as you surrender completely.
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