Welcome to THE PYGMALION SYNDROME. I’m Leem, and this site showcases my fetish for erotic immobility. It is not about having sex with statues! It’s about becoming immobile or rigid, and being sexually aroused by the sens-
ations of helplessness and total loss of control.
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Wow, for the first time in my career I’ve been interviewed! By the miracle of editing, Iago Faustus talks to me on his Squick or Squee podcast, and as a bonus reads my story Gillian in Bronze - all 947 words of it. It was an interesting experience, and places me in the company of giants such as Drake and Tek. You’ll find the episode here, and I hope you enjoy it.

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Taral Wayne - Gold Skunk (colour by Ezalias) solid statue

Gazing
by Leem

I am gazing into the face of my loverI am gazing into the face of my lover as we come. Her features contort with pleasure as mine contort; her back arches as mine arches; she moans as I moan; the same intense ecstasy courses through both of our bodies simultaneously.

Our movements are perfectly synchronised, our mutual orgasm slowed and intensified by the experimental time watch on my wrist. Oh, gods, it feels so good. We never want it to end.

Be careful what you wish.

There’s a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and... We’re coming all over again, and it feels exactly like the first time! The watch has short-circuited or something, and jumped us back in our own timeline to relive our orgasm!

And then... a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and we’re coming again, and again, and again, every time just as good as the first - because it is the first!

Oh, gods. Every time we finish climaxing, the machine forces us to start again. We can’t turn it off, even if we wanted to. Neither of us can do anything except come over and over again, trapped in this small loop of time forever.

I guess we’ll get used to it eventually. Eternity’s a very long time, after all.


Lend Some Support
by Leem
When they asked me to lend some support to their dinner party I never imagined they meant for me to become part of the table!
Lend Some Support: photo and caption by Leem, Creative Commons licence.
Photographed in the window of a now-defunct Las Vegas art repro shop, June 2011.
I believe it may be based on a piece by Falconet, but I haven’t been able to confirm this.


The Endless Circle
by Leem
Neverending hula gyrations
Mental Notes by Professor Helena Vincent, July 23 2035
3:33 PM: Commencing test of new H.U.L.A. gyratory time machine. At 3:37 I will attempt to travel forward by five minutes.
3:36 PM: Discover unexpected side effect: a powerful orgasm! Making it hard to think clearly. Must focus on programming.
3:37 PM: Climax intensifying, more and more. Incredible sensation, but try to concentrate. Time shift commencing... now.
3:37 PM: Programming error. Jumped back five seconds! Helplessly repeating gyrations. Can’t stop. Unbelievable climaxes.
3:37 PM: Climax after stunning climax, every one identical. Sun frozen in the sky. Body won’t respond. Impossible to escape.
3:37 PM: It’s been 3:37 PM for a million years. Endless gyration. Endless orgasm. Oh, dear god, what a way to spend eternity.

Dance of Ecstasy
by Leem
Dance of Ecstasy
The Vine by Harriet Whitney Frishmuth, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York,
photo by Leem, Creative Commons licence; posed by Desha Delteil, historic photo