Wednesday, December 28, 2005
We had a very nice evening Monday and just lazed around the house yesterday and today. Sir has been working on business plan to present to new investors. He also went to have his yearly physical exam this week.
Today, maid and I went back to the mall to exchange another item. The day after Xmas, while we were at another mall, I noticed a lot of muslimahs in hijab shopping. There ae always a few women or girls shopping who wear hijab, but Monday I counted at least 30.
While at the other mall today I saw even more and, while we were returning a shirt maid had bought Sir, I turned from looking at a velvet jacket to find myself staring at a woman in full niqab.
We both giggled and exchanged salaams and went our way. But I find it significant that another woman has chosen to hide her face in public out here in the bay area.
We have dinner and theater plans for New Years Eve and we will start the new year right, celebrating my complete year in enclosure.
Hope everyone else has a Happy New Year
Friday, December 23, 2005
Well, it is nearing Christmas and we have been out to do our final shopping. For Sir I acquired a wonderful -
Oh, I should not do that should I? ;-)
We went out to a different mall today and looked for tose last few gifts. Actually, we acquired virtually nothing at all, just went to see the crowds, to look at decorations and enjoy the season.
I received many stares today, but we had no particular problems. I could tell the security people at this mall that I had never been to were a might concerned, but I hink the fact that Sir and I were walking calmly and holding hands while we shopped put them more at ease. It is still acceptable here for a woman to dress as she pleases!
Sir and I went through two large department stores and a bookstore as well as the usual boutiques and kiosks. There was a very nice woman at one of the kiosks selling jewelery who complimented me on my burqa.
Afterwards, Sir took us home and then maid and I went food shopping together. This is always an interesting experience, with both of us tented and wandering the aisles plucking canned goods and toilet paper off the shelves.
Usually I just have maid go by herself and she often does so in just her uniform, no head covering since she does not encase totally as I do. But, on occassion I like to go with her and I make her wear her burqa then as well, so we match.
We found a lovely turkey (passed up the goose), some beef and lamb, and a whole host of things for baking cookies and pies. Yes, I shall be endeavouring to bake again soon!
This evening I finished my wrapping while gagged and in a restraint harness that limits my hand and arm movements (Sir's joke!). A bit frustrating until I figured out that I just needed to order maid to hold things for me or pull off a piece of tape or hold her finger on the bow. It probably added two hours to wrapping, but we ended up cuddling and playing before we were done.
Finally, late this evening Sir took me to pur playroom for a nice long session in a bag, suspended from the ceiling. I was occluded and gagged and had so much fun.
So now I am relaxed, presents are wrapped, food is in the kitchen. So tomorrow we will collect son and Wei at the airport and begin enjoying the results of all this work.
For the holiday weekend, I shall be in my red tinted skinsuit, red catsuit, hood, gloves, corset, stockings, and black ankle boots. Over all that, my long red dress wil look wonderful. Sir has agreed that I may remain silenced as much as I desire over the weekend. I am anxious to see how well I can participate in our festivities while silenced. People who read this blog often worry about my level of interaction with the world. we shall see how it goes. My intent is to be silenced but communicative for the majority of the time. Should be fun.
Happy Holidays everyone
Monday, December 19, 2005
I apologize for not posting in the past two weeks, but much has happened and I have been very busy.
First, of course, there has been shopping for gifts to get done. Secondly, Sir has had a business setback that has taken up much of his time and even some of mine.
Finally, my new red burqa has finally arrived. I shall post photos soon. It is absolutely lovely and I wore it out this evening to see King Kong.
We are looking forward to the holidays. Our son and his girl friend Wei will be coming up here to see us.
There is not much more to report. We had a lovely dinner out this evening and followed it up by going out to see king Kong. This was a very well made movie. The effects are fantastic, but more importantly, it is a beautiful love story.
Shopping has been fun this year. Maid and I went to a mal and had loads of fun looking at cosmetics in one of the stores. We were both in black burqas and of course could no ttry anything on, but we did test different fragrances on our black rubber gloves.
I have been looking forward to my first anniversary in lates. My sense of comfort is still deeply tied to being in my skinsuits and dresses, gloves, and hoods. And for those who expressed such concern after my introspective post around Thanksgiving, Sir assures me that he will not allow me to completely lose my identity even if we do begin to expore more elaborate latex encasement and enclosure for me.
I hope everyone else has had a good run up to the holidays. We did have some disappointment as Sir lost a large investor and had to make some changes in his business. But he has worked his way through it. He promises me some lovely new gifts for Christmas.
I shall write again soon
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I reposnded there, but decided my response was drawn out enough to make a very nice post here. I hope the context is maintained well enough for the non IAR members to understand.
Well, I am certainly happy to have generated some many comments with my last entry. This blog is much more interesting to keep up when I receive feedback and discussions can ensue.
I should like to respond to some of Dark's comments below: He states that I seem to have:
No interest in food .
>>> not true...I love the taste of many foods. But in the context of my enclosure I may choose (or have chosen for me) to forego a meal to sty within my encapsulation reality...However, I eat later and quite happily.
Little or no interest in sports, or anything related to exercise
>>> I have never been interested in sports. However, i do walk outdoors a great deal. Do I have to run around and become sweaty to 'exercise'? The restriction of the latex (and its weight) provides quite sufficient exercise. By the way, in the last 11 months, I have lost a much needed 10 pounds and my blood pressure is down from the 145/95 range to the 117/75 range.
Littler or no interest in social interactions except to either freak people out... or see how indifferent they might be.
>>>I have no desire to freak people out. I am intrigued by and I report the reactions I receive. However, You are forgetting the very normal interactions I do have. I interact with store clerks and shopkeepers, as well as the neighbors on our street, I have a very convivial relationship with the lady running the antique store I have mentioned, I am in regular interaction with my colleague with whom I just finished co-authoring a paper, we have a small circle of very close friends who visit often, and i interact as often as possible with my child and my family. Exactly how many people must I interact with? I now notice almost no change in my day to day interactions with people except I do not have as many co-workers and students as I used to.
More focus on meditation and emotional withdrawal
>>> This is somewhat true ... I find i am meditating more and I am more comfortable now than ever before when I am gagged or silenced or restrained in some way. Of course, this level of comfort was always a goal of our exploration into total enclosure. I am very happy with this as it gives me quite a lot of think time.
More interest in being "objectified" and "non human".
>>>I would disagree. I am not MORE interested in these elements of my lifestyle...I am just MORE able to experience and enjoy them.
No interest in any sort of "normal" female aesthetic appeal as far as your body goes.
>>>NOT AT ALL! I am very interested in how my body appears. I love the shape I have under the latex and remember, I do not wear burqa or even loose rubber dresses all the time...I am quite often naked...that is sealed in only the transparent skinsuit. I am most pleased to have lost the weight and to have a very nice set of measurements now. My breasts have actually increased a size and my hips and thighs are better proportioned than they were a year ago
It is true that I no longer look at my face in the mirror, even enveloped in transparent latex. So I do not see how I look there. However, I am quite adamant that I should be made to look the way Sir wishes. and the last time I glimpsed my head and face, several months ago, I was quite pleased with the transformation. Sir, on the other hand, is enthralled by my shaved countenance.
Increased desire for bondage and isolation
>>>> yes, this is true...I find that lately I have been craving more restriction and restraint in my day to day life.
Increased focus in submission
>>>I do not agree...my level of submission has remained the same...absolutely total to Sir...btw, i do not submit to anyone else unless it is in the context of submitting to him...that is, he tells me to.
More attachment to being enclosed in rubber
>>>Yes...I am reaching a point where the encasement feels most normal now
Increased interest in eroticism and orgasm
>>>WHAT have I written to give this impression? If anything, I have less interest in orgasms...nothing wrong with them, but I find they are no longer as important. I do not feel I have to strive for an orgasm or a peak sensation...I seem to achieve post-coital bliss just by meditating or by being restrained in a scene with sir. That said, a good all round orgasm is a wonderful thing and, by the way, I have them more easily now than a year ago. I just do not write much about it because it is very private.
Some level of interest is such things as knitting or something like that.
>>>Knitting, embroidery, sewing, and many other textile arts. I have actually made many items this year that I did not have time for before I retired. Your comment denigrates these wonderful and wonderfully creative art forms that I have loved for many , many years.
Same level of interest in reading
>>> reading has always been a big interest for me...this has not changed
Same level of interest in popular culture
>>>>Yes, pop culture is fascinating. Adn we go out to cinemas, plays, ballet, lectures, and many other cultural events.
No interest to "return" to a more normal lifestyle
>>>What is normal? This lifestyle feels more and more normal to me. I do not know what return there would be...going about in jeans and a tee shirt? I have never worn slacks and do not like the look of them on women. Going about unhooded and unburqa'd but in rubber dress, gloves, boots, and corset? Well, that might be nice, I often used to dress like that, but I like wearing my hood and I enjoy my burqas too.
One thing I sometimes fantasize about is returning to the lecture hall to teach students again. Or attending a conference and delivering a paper. That would be fun. However, in my fantasy, I am still wearing my coverings and retraints, although i am not gagged most of the time...fantasies do not have to conform to rationality.
Again, in response to Dark's later comments, latex was Sir's fetish originally. While I have quite an extensive leather wardrobe and enjoyed wearig it immensely, at this time in my life, right now, I am wearing all rubber all the time to please my Dom. Tomorrow, he could develop a gingham fetish! And I would change
Latex is not easy to wear for this long. It IS somewhat problematic, but i have persevered with his support and my own desires to achieve the goals he set me. This is very much in the way of a vocation for me...I submit to him and try earnestly to do his wishes. Those happen to include latex enclosure...a lot nicer than if he wished me to be a fishmonger!
Rubber is essential to our experiment/project/lifestyle because it is our preferred fetish material. It also is different fro the others Dark mentions. It does NOT breathe, it IS smooth and somehow unnatural (although not, an intriguing contradiction), and it DOES aid in my transformation to object. It suits our fetishistic desires...otherwise, we would be living and playing with cotton..."the fabric of your life".
Why should our experiment/experience, etc take any different turn? We have achieved much of what we hoped to a year ago when we began this journey. And, again, for the record, we both take great joy in my effacement, my retreat from the world. Sir does not see me as a memory of a person; he sees me as the culmination of both of our aspirations for me.
It sounds, Dark, as if you are growing bored with my story. Sorry to disappoint, but like most real stories, it is just day to day life and not much else. I chose this entry to mention some of my internalized feelings and fantasies because I thought they would provide more interest.
These are HARD things for people to understand...but real nonetheless. Like the monks, and ascetics , and nuns, and hermits, and eccentrics, and anyone else who chooses to live differently, we find tremendous satisfaction in our life style without needing to explain it or conform it.
However, I wanted to write today about something else. My attitudes toward the full enclosure and the fact that I am completing 11 months tomorrow in total enclosure.
I have begun noticing a tendency to withdraw into my little rubber world of late. Even this weekend, while out with family I was very quiet and twice I gagged myself before going out even though I did not need to. I actually sat through two meals with my son and husband gagged and silent, covered, and blinded (I wore the hood with zipper eyes and mouth and just zipped myself shut for an evening).
The psychological upshot is that, as I am closing out my 11th month, I have started to notice that I want more, not less, rubber in my life and that I want less, not more contact with the world. I have asked Sir to start letting me wear an inflatable hood under the burqa to reduce noise levels and to wear gags with mouth inserts so that I feel more cut off and limited than I have so far. In addition, I have taken to wearing a hobble skirt under my dresses as a slip. This adds an additional layer of latex and a much greater restriction level.
When he asked me why I wanted this, I told my son that I was finding that I was craving bondage and tighter control than I have typically been subject to for the last year. He and his girlfriend both indicated they agreed with this philosophy. Sir has indicated that I can expect more such restrictions on all my mobility then.
After we returned home yesterday, I had intended to run through a gamut of chores and such, but instead I found that by the time I boarded the plane I wanted to be completely cut off from the world, to meditate and drift in a sea of rubber sensation. I zipped myself closed again under the burqa and Sir actually led me off the plane blind and silent. I did not see anything again until 9am this morning.
Sir has talked about this before. It is a sense he gets when he is enclosed for long periods, but I had thought that I was over it. For several months, being enclosed has been the norm and I have felt that what I had was sufficient discipline, control, restriction, and submission.
Instead, this past two weeks I find I am wanting to dissolve into my rubber. I sometimes sit for hours staring at the inside of my hood, not moving,, arms behind me in an armbinder, legs tightly restricted in a leg binder or my whole body in an inflatable bag, unable to move, unwilling to speak, and un-desirous of sight.
I am having very complex fantasies and dreams about my rubber life now as well. These typically involve my continuing to be encased and dressed in more and more elaborate rubber costumes and restrictions. I was describing one of these dreams to everyone at dinner the other night (when I DID allow myself speech) and Wei was shuddering by the time I finished. She said that she had similar fantasies sometimes, but had never thought about being intubated and suspended in a tight Victorian ball gown out of latex such as I had described.
Sir has agreed to help me realize some of these fantasies next year during my second year of total encapsulation. I guess that means we are going forward with a second year of encasement. My own feelings are that I want to spend more and more of my time in restriction and bondage, not just latex clothing. Sir agrees with this.
We shall have to see where all this leads
Thursday, November 24, 2005
I was in all black. The black burqa over a black open faced hood, black dress, corset, gloves and boots and a black catsuit with the grey transparent suit under it.
After we had our boarding passes, we arranged a private id check with security. They did not give me any problems, although the woman who checked my id in private said, "What is that? Rubber?" when she saw my open faced hijab style hood.
I told her yes and she asked why I wore it. I explained that I had to cover and doing so in rubber was to please my husband. She just shook her head and chekcked my ID. I am sure she thinks I am an oppressed woman with a misogynistic husband, blah, blah, blah.
I was wnaded and put through the extra checks for women in loose clothing as usual. No, there is no profiling go ing on...just any woman in a loose dress like a muslimah wears will be forced to submit to what Sir calls the "Anal Probe" option whether she has the dreaded four S's on her boarding pass or not.
Once into the terminal, I went into the ladies' room and fixed myself properly, covering my head with the transparent suit's hood, putting on a full head enclosure black hood, a half mask with no mouth (so I am gagged) and getting the burqa back in place. Much better than the half measures I have to adopt for airport security. I actually would prefer a hood with no mouth, but with the half mask gag I can remove it quickly in an emergency where I have to speak.
The hotel is quite lovely and we have been checked in successfully. The manager came down to show us to our room and was not the least put off by a woman in a burqa. He is mid-eastern and knew precisely how to act as he showed us to our suite.
The suite is also perfect. It has a room and bath just for me as well as the master bedroom. I unpacked quickly and then we went to meet our son and his girl friend for some shopping.
We met them at the mall. He, like Sir, was in rubber slacks and tee shirt. His g/f was in black and white. White tube top and wrist length gloves, black miniskirt and cropped jacket, all in shiny rubber. She wore knee high boots in black as well. With her short, spiky black hair and chinese features, she looked wonderful.
We browsed shops for a bit, ate a late lunch in a Rainforest Cafe (who were a little confused about four rubber-dressed folks bu took it in stride). I, by the way, am eating again, not just "tubing it" as sir says.
Several people have asked me abut how I eat in the burqa and hoods lately, so let me explain. I typically eat small meanls anyway. I cut my food (and yes, I cut it, with gloved hands out from under the veil) into small bites and place these on a small plate. I then take the plate in my left hand and a fork in my right, and bring both up under the burqa. This way I can eat easily in small bites, no one can see me, and Sir's rules for isolation and encasement are met.
We all had a lovely lunch, chatted about work and things going on in their lives, and his g/f and I exchanged notes on sme hoods she had recently acquired and what I thought worked best in posture collars.
After lunch, we sat around the hotel lobby for a bit chatting, watching the locals ogle us (such fun...everyone is always amazed when a voice emanates rom my burqa!) and then went out to see Happy Potter.
The movie was good, if a bit long. It is more adult and darker than the previous ones, but that's because the characters are growing up. The girls from the french school in their fitted dresses and half capes were especially well costumed, i thought.
Later, we went back to the hotel and the kids headed out. Sir and I retired to the suite and I spent the evening in some comfy bondage before being put to bed in my little room, tied to the bed. he put me in a pink nightie over my grey tint skinsuit and then bound my wrists and ankles and secured me to the bed. We bring our own latex sheets on these little ventures, so I had already remade both beds in rubber and he tucked me in. I slept like a dead thing, only waking this morning when he came in.
This morning, Thanksgiving, we have been lazing about. sir is bathing now and has allowed me to come over here and blog the past few days. We will meet with our sone again this afternoon for brunch, then Thanksgiving dinner later this evening. He and his g/f are treating us this year. her family is abroad and she is in town for the holiday.
That's as much as I have for the moment.
Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving to all
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Sir surprised me with the trip on Friday last week, telling me and maid to get me packed and ready to travel. He has had business in Galway all week and I have spent much of my time in the room of the hotel. Monday was terrible weather. I tried to get out for a while, but the cold rain and gail winds were just too much. Actually, I was nearly blown away literally by the wind. I thought I was about to take flight.
However Tuesday was much nicer and we ventured out a bit in the afternoon for some shopping.
In the evenings we met with busniess colleagues of Sir, usually for dinner. However, I have not eaten at all this trip. He decided all my food should be liquid and piped in via tube. Those of you who have chatted with me in the evenings, I have been ingesting liquified mush most of the time I was chatting with you. usually pushing it into my stomach a few cc's at a time with a big irrigation syringe
Dinners are always fun because I am sealed, gagged, and burqa'd. The first night one of the colleagues was a woman and she kept asking me questions about it while I am sitting there unable to respond except with anod or shake of my head.
Whenhe takes me to dinner with colelagues, I am introduced as his wife (no name), it is expleained that I do not unveil nor do I speak or eat in public. Then he pretty much ignores me for the evening. i sit quietly and meditate or watch folks. My presence is distracting, though, and I think he feels it gives him an advantge in negotiating
If i am asked queries I respond with head movements or a shrug.
Most of the men are very distracted and the women are either disgusted or intrigued.
By the way, I saw a fair amoutn of veiled women in Galway and at the Dublin airport. about a 60/40 mix of nuns still in traditional habit, and muslim women, a few completely covered including their faces
All in all a good week. We had fun and saw some of ireland. Also have found new red burqa supplier and ordered one tonight from the airline lounge whilst waiting between flights. We have been looking for someone to make a new one. This wil be from Peter leth who is famous for his latex and pvc designs from Denmark. I am so happy to get one of his designs.
That is all for now...more later about the flights
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I have since mastered the art of cooking in latex which mostly involves me staying out of the kitchen. But from time to time I enjoy baking. I particularly enjoy baking cookies at holiday time. Halloween cookies, Swedish tea cakes at Christmas, that sort of thing.
So the other evening I decided I would bake Halloween cookies. Big orange sugar cookies with dark chocolate pumpkin faces. Sir was in a mood to relax in latex enclosure so after maid and I finished a session with him, we left him dosing in his vacuum bed in the playroom. We girls, on the other hand, went downstairs to bake cookies. Because it’s important, let me state here that we were both dressed totally in black including inflatable hoods with eye lenses and tiny mouth openings.
Cookie dough is much tamer with respect to flour and what not than chicken fried steak mix. We made several batches of cookies with no major incident. We were having loads of fun, chatting, and joking with each other. Maid has a great sense of humor and is always very affectionate and loving.
As we were cleaning up, maid became giggly at something I said. You’ve never seen anything stranger than a young woman in a full enclosure rubber hood, with the giggles. I honestly do not have words to describe how strange and funny she looked in a French maid’s uniform, black gloves, stockings and fat, inflated hood, laughing her head off.
Of course that got me laughing and then, before either of us knew it, maid grabbed a god of leftover orange dough and smeared it on my forehead and around my eyes. I retaliated by doing the same to her. Then she threw a glob at me and I did the same.
Within moments the 26 year old and the 50 year old were involved in a full on food fight with bright orange cookie dough! In a few minutes we both looked like weird pumpkin heads. Our faces completely covered in sweet orange dough, I could barely see through the lenses and we had made a mess of the kitchen.
Finally, we clamed down and stopped laughing. Then we took turns ‘carving’ jack-o-lantern faces in the dough on each other. It was hilarious.
As a final bit of fun, we went back upstairs to the playroom and released Sir from the vacuum bed. He was shocked and amazed, then started laughing too. Finally, maid and I went to clean the stuff off our faces.
So that was my adventure in cookie dough!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The celebration was both for halloween and to mark my 10th month in total enclosure. I have been very tardy in blogging things this past month, but there has been little to write about.
I finished working on a paper with my colleague Julia of whom I have written and it is being reviewed now.
Time to recap life a bit, I suppose. For new readers: I spend all my time completely enclosed in latex. At least a thin suit that covers head, hands, feet and everyting else. usually covered by a layer of undergarments or another catsuit, opaque gloves, opaque hood, and rubber boots, usually knee length.
Then there is a streetwear type of dress...full skirted, loose, ankle length, long sleeved, high collar. A posture collar sometimes and a gag much of the time but usually by my own choice now. To go out in public I cover all this with a latex burqa that hides all of me from sight. Burqas are in black, white, and red, but the red one has been torn by accident.
My DOM husband, Sir, and I started this regimen on Jan 1, 2005 and I have just completed 10 months. In those 10 months neither I nor he have seen my face or any other part of my body without at least a layer of transparent latex between. Nothing but rubber and bathwater have touched anypart of my skin.
We have a live in rubber maid, called maid, who has been in our service for 2 and a half years now. she dresses, undresses, bathes, feeds (sometimes) and takes wonderful care of me.
We have made our families and our son aware of my new lifestyle and in previous entries I have written about their reactions. the lifestyle is a D/s one and i have been sub to my husband for 30 years...we've been married that long too. he travels a lot for his business and occassionally takes me along. We have developed a travelling protocol which allows me (and even maid) to travel in total enclosure, under our burqas except for private ID checks by female security officers. To date, we have encountered almost no opposition or restriction. My most recent trip was to Tokyo.
I used to be a professional educator, but retired from that when we moved to the Bay area so that I could pursue this total enclosure life. It has been challenging, sensual, wonderful, and occassionally funny.
So that brings us up to date.
This month, I have had no skin or health problems except for a bit of arthritis pain in the shoulder as the weather has changed. By the way, Sir and i have both found latex to be a wonderful way to treat arthritis. The pressure and the warmth are very helpful to our joints when they act up.
Maid bathes me and dresses me each day as usual. The transparent suits are tinted grey, lavender, pink, or red. These rotate so that I am always wwaring a clean, dry one each day. Being dried well and put into a dry clean suti is the most important thing to avoiding skin problems during such long enclosure.
To celebrate 10 months of encasement, Sir took me to dinner Saturday night. We went to one of our favorite places and I was allwd to be ungagged and eat. However, I chose, as I often do now, to be gagged until the food arrived and to gag myself again when dinner was done. I ate, under the burqa as usual, by holding a plate with small buites on it and conveyin geach to my mouth while never removing the shroud or allowing my hands to be seen. I got a LOT of stares, but it is always fun to watch other patrons react. The staff know us now and never have any problem. In fact our waiter brought out my steak already cut into small bites.
We chatted a bit about Sir's day, his travel, my paper, and othe rthings of no consequence. finally, when dinner was done, I retired to the ladies to gag myself befor leaving the restaurant. While I was doing this, under the burqa, but in front of the mirror, another woman walked in. she was putting on lipstick as I was buckling my gag which is a half mask over my mouth and jaw. to watch us in the mirror was very strange i thought, but more so for the fact that we were both altering ourselves for the purpose of presentation to the world. She with bright red lips and I with silence and cover.
She stopped and stared at me for a moment when she walked in, but then just went to her sink and her reflection and began fixing her face just as I was fixing mine.
I then left and Sir took me back to the car and helped me in. He took us to a little theater in San Francisco next where we went in to see a performance of Rocky Horror. It was crowded, mostly with goths, and there was a fair amount of SM themed costume, lots of leather and lace and abit of latex. I, however, was the ONLY person there in a rubber burqa. Caused quite a stir.
While Sir was getting a drink (I remained gagged and so did not need one) I was approached by some kids probably still in university who wanted to know what I was wearing, why, how was I dressed underneath, etc, etc.
I tried to signal that I could not speak by putting my hands over the burqa at my mouth, but I wasn't getting through. fortunately, Sir came back and he explained I wasn't able to talk, yes I was in rubber and bondage underneath, and yes we had seen RH before...back in the 70's, the 80's and the 90's. The kids were, however, not impressed that we had seen the London production with Richard O'Brien because they had no idea who he was...ah youth, wasted on the young!
Sir was COMPLETELY up front with these young people about my level of bondage, encasement, and the whole 24/7 regimen. One of them scoffed, until he raised the burqa for just a moment. Not completely off, but enough to show my dress, boots, gloves, collar, and gag mask. "Man, that's sick" was the appreciative response!
The play was lovely if a bit amateurish. But then, the best RH productions are rough around the edges, aren't they?
Later we went to the home of some friends and had a lovely couple of hour visit with them.
These are our friends from witzerland who had their new orleans home destroyed by Katrina. That clean up and repair is still on going and they moved back to zurich, but decided to come back to the US and leased a town house in SF. This is good because it places them close enough for us to visit from time to time.
We had a lovely time there, then headed for home. We were exhausted and very relaxed when maid met us at the door and proceeded to get me ready for bed. Sir ordered me to be put to bed in my vacuum bed which I have not slept in for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful and i fell aslepp almost immediately.
Enough for now...I'll blog about Sunday in a while...let me just say...cookies are messy!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
I have been meaning to describe the rest of the evening we had when we went to an art exhibit the other night. We went out to dinner first and this time, as my hood has a zip closure over the mouth for convenient gagging, I was able toactually have dinner with Sir.
We enjoyed a nice chinese meal (no shortage of asian restaurants in San Jose) and chatted a bit about his upcoming trip, my requirements for discipline and ritual bondage while he was gone, and other household topics like having the yard people in to clear some dead brush and trees.
I brought him up to date on some of the research I've been helping my friend with and then we talked about what wardrobe he would pack for a trip to Europe in October (catsuit, two hoods, pair gloves, slacks, boots, and blazer for the curious). he always overpacks and this time took his long rubber trench coat which he tells me he has not needed as it has been beautiful weather.
You must be aware by this time, that I sitting in the restaurant, covered in the burqa, wearing the dress, hood, gloves, etc you see above (yes, I DO wear some jewelry under the burqa...I just do not feel dressed without pearls sometimes), I have reached a point where this feels the most normal and comfortable.
Thinking back, I did not even notice the act of bringing my bowl up under the burqa to eat, the looks from other diners (which were actualy very few despite a full restaurant), or any 'difficulties' with the act of eating and drinking.
Dark mentioned in a comment to an earlier post about the difficulty of living in gloves. I just do not find it anymore. I recall isues when I first started, but now, having two pairs on (visciously tight, I should point out...my gloves are very thin and tight like surgeon's) seems the proper and normal way to touch things.
I have developed a whole set of reflexes regarding picking things up, holding them, placing them, all geared around being unable to actually touch with my skin. It took a while (I have never blogged some of the silly accidents I had in my very early days of rubbering...years before the total enclosure regimen), but now I do not even notice when I am blinded as I was for much of dinner.
The hood has zip-shut eyes as you can see. Sir allowed me to be blind on the way to the restaurant, sighted as we went in and sat, blind through dinner while we chatted, and on the way to the exhibit, then sighted while we wandered the gallery. He placed my hands on each bowl and plate of dinner and I actually managed chopsticks blinded with two pairs of gloves. My friend who is both seriously sight impaired AND a rubberist will be quite proud when she reads this. I oened and closed the zippers as he told me to.
The hood has a double zip over the mouth and I carried an inflatable gag with me, placing it in my mouth and zipping the hood shut over my lips. The only time i was able to speak was during dinner. I do find it terribly erotic to actually, in public, reach up and gag myself. It feels like the deepest sort of total surrender to Sir and to the rubber enclosure.
The most remarkable thing, however, was that I, for one, simply do not recall noticing anything strange. Being blind or bound for dinner is normal now.having myself fed by maid while strapped to a chair and sealed in several layers of latex is normal now. So many aspects of rubber fetishism which seem so extreme when seen in photos or described in posts seem compeltely normal after this much time.
After dinner, we rose and exited the restaurant, then drove over to the gallery. I was allowed to open my eye zips once we were inside, but had to leave myself gagged. Of course the burqa covered all.
The art was nothing spectacular. Dark, dreary paintings by a young artist who thinks he has experienced life's pain and has something to say about it.
Mostly an earth toned pallette and absolutely nothing I should want hanging on my walls. But the artist himself was shocked by the appearance of a black burqa clad woman in his exhibit. I, on the other hand, was happily surprised to see two muslim women wandering the gallery, one tall in full veil (wearing heels), the other, a shorter, older looking woman, in hijab and following a man I presume was older woman's husband from the look of him. I suspect the veiled girl of being the daughter, but it is hard to tell. You do not often see fully veiled muslimahs in San Jose, although hijab is quite common.
The artist came over as I was looking at one of his larger pieces, a triptych all in black brown and grey. He stood beside me a moment, then asked me what I thought. I put my hand up in front of my burqas mouth and shook my head. It took him a moment to understand that I would not or could not answer him.
Sir was watchig from the sidelines as he often does. he said later that the real show was watching everyone watch the artist. And the Gallery owner, sensing a disaster, virtually running over to intercept him before something horrendoous occurred in her space. All of this is speculation on Sir's part, but I do not doubt she was concerned as she came rushing up beside him rather out of breath.
He explained that he was just asking my opinion, and she started to relax visibly, when Sir walked over. "She can't answer you, I'm afraid. It is not alllowed. But I'll bet she thinks the piece is interesting but too large for our living room."
I (starting to giggle into my gag...has anyone else ever had a case of the giggles while gagged?) nodded vigourously under the burqa. The artist, sensing a commission, asked if a smaller version might interest us and he and Sir started chatting about sizes while I wandered on to the next piece. By this time I was nearly doubled over giggling and found a bench to sit on for a moment.
Now, San Jose certainly has its colorful nightlife and I am relatively drab all swathed in black rubber cloak compared to the goths who were also wandering the gallery. A girl standing over 6 feet tall, thin to the point of anorexia, hair three shades of henna and purple, black flowing dress straight from a gothic vampire novel with makeup to match wandered by accompanied by a Sid Vicious look alike (not a very good one). It is nice to know that punk isn't dead, it's just embalmed.
I watched as they looked at pieces, looked at me, looked at the patrons, all the while effecting very bored expressions. but then she started whining (and I DO mean whining!) about wanting a smoke and they quickly wandered outdoors, she first with him in tow. Ah relationships...so wonderful to see young people forming bonds.
A little while later, Sir collected me and asked if i had seen enough and was I ready to go. I nodded and we headed for the door. But on the way he directed me over to the where the artist was talking with one of the few willowy blondes in the place (SJ is NOT LA and brunettes abound here). he broke off a moment and said, "I'll call in a few weeks and we'll arrange the sitting?"
Sir responded, "Yes, I'll expect to hear from you." Then he turned to me and said, "You're having your portrait done...sort of." He and the artist laughed and Sir said goodnight (I bowed as I usually do) and we headed for the car.
On the way home, Sir explained that the artist wants to paint my picture, but in burqa. Sir explained some of our lifestyle to him and he wants to have me sit for him. Not sure why, but it should be interesting.
All in all a pleasant evening. and a good way to send Sir off on a long trip. I am missing him terribly what with the cat being gone as well, but maid keeps me company and we are keeping busy. I need to do some shopping tomorrow, just to get out of the house.
Many thanks to all my readers over the past 9 and a half months. My enclosure experiment continues and I have a nice long entry to add later today. This short entry, is about a minor problem blogs are having and how I hope to alleviate it to some degree.
I have had increasing numbers of spam comments on this blog and the blocking does not seem to help. I suspect this may grow to be a serious problem very soon if something is not done.
I am going to ask my readers for help here. many blog spam comments are of the nature "I saw your blog. It is wonderful. Keep writing."
Un fortunately, a quickly dashed comment from a serious reader can have the same structure and it is hard to determine sometimes whether a comment is blog spam or not. So, in your comments, please make some specific remark to let me know you are not a spambot. for instance, a comment that refers back to my blog's overall theme of living in latex enclosure, or if your user name is identifiably related to our topic here such as "RubberEnclosed" or "LoveLatex"Hose" or some such. These are helpful.
For my part I shall try my best to delete spamming commetns as I see them and to NOT delete serious commetns from interested readers that are a bit generic. And I shall continue to hope that Google and other blog providers give us some strong, perhaps Bayesian, blockers soon.
Again, many to my readers. You have made this a very enjoyable exercise.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
They are in my Yahoo Picture Album
We went out to an art exhibit this evening. It was lovely and I will describe it in more detail in my next post.
I needed a bit of cheering up as, by the end of the day, I was a bit sniffly again over the cat. So when Sir told me we were going to go see the movie when he got home I got dressed up in shades of red...pink tint skinsuit, red corset, gloves, catsuit, and hood with built in gag. Then red burqa over all that. maid also bound my arms to my sides with a waist/wrist belt on the outside of my dress.
I have been feeling the need for a lot of restrictive bondage since kitty passed...i think it just makes me more comfortable to be encased and secured.
He got home just as I finished getting dressed and I was waiting for him in the living room. we were very short of time, so he just changed quickly into a catsuit with slacks and blazer over it, then we hustled into the car and headed for the cinema. I should mention, He likes to wear a gloved catsuit when we go out so he is almost as sealed as I am.
It felt a bit weird to be going into a G-rated film all sealed, gagged, and bound. The audience was predominantly junior high and college age as far as I could tell with my limited vision. We garnered a lot of looks, particularly as Sir was obviously in latex too. I do not think anyone confused my burqa for red silk last night!
We made our way to a seat high in the cinema, and moved into the center of the aisle. Watching kids scramble to let the weird flowing woman pass was fun...I know how nuns felt in the 60's now!
The cinema was full. After we were settled, Sir on my left and a girl of about 16 and her boyfriend to my right, a little girl of about 12 was heading for her seat when she tripped over my burqa as it filled the aisle in front of me somewhat.
I, of course, could do nothing being restrained beneath the red rubber, but Sir reached out a gloved hand and caught her. I saw her eyes widen as she felt the strange material and knew she would be gossiping to her friends down the aisle when she returned.
Sure enough, when she came back from the snack bar, Pepsi in hand, she surreptitously (but not very) managed to brush her hand on Sir's knees and then on mine, through the rubber. Fortunatley, she was sitting at the other end ofthe aisle so we did not have to listen to the chattering that i feel sure occurred.
I was glad that the female half of the couple next to me was sitting directly to my right...I am certain the 'feeling' incidents would have been much higher throughout the evenng if her boyfriend had been there.
The movie was fun. Wallace and Gromit are cute and Gromit is always a delight as he plans things out and communicates his emotions and intents without the aid of dialog (perhaps that is why I like him so much).
The story was silly and the scenes were ludicrous and I found myself laughing behind my gag so much I was in danger of choking :)...it is a very cute movie.
We ALWAYS wait for the credits to play out and this was no exception. This is our way of shoig respect to all the people who make a film atually happen. So much of the aisle's inhabitants passed in front of us as we watched the credits with their cute floating bunnies (I shan't say more for fear of spoiling it).
But I do swear, my burqa must have been brushed against by naked hands 3 dozen times! For a moment, I though some of the kids were circling back to the other end of the aisle so they could pass by us again.
We made our way out and then went to a quiet restaurant for a light supper for Sir. I did not eat, of course. I was fed later when we arrived home.
sir and I had a good laugh over the movie and the reactions. I felt much better after that, but did request to be allowed to sleep in my laceup bondage bag. He agreed, so i spent the evening immobilized in heavy rubber, hanging from two hooks in the playroom...hammock fashion.
I feel much better this morning and do not feel any impulse to the sniffles or tears...which is good...crying in a rubber hood is less than perfect.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
member. Our pet cat of 20 years has finally passed on this
First, let me say that my total latex enclosure continues. We
have just completed 9 months of the 23/7 regimen and I am still
quite comfortable and healthy.
It feels very strange now to contemplate going back to less
than full enclosure. Even going out in latex hood and gag felt
strange in Tokyo a couple weeks ago. The idea of only wearing a
dress in public, with uncovered hands and face and no skinsuit
covering me completely is completely foriegn now.
September was a good month. Even Sir's allergies were not as
bad as usual and, of course, the trip to Tokyo was a very
pleasant surprise. I also received some new hoods from sir and
a new nightgown that has a hood and gloves attached for more
complete restriction while I sleep.
But last week our kitty, a plain little black domestic
shorthair, finally began to sucumb to old age. He was 20 in
march and has always been very healthy. But this last year he
has lost a lot of weight, and developed a thyroid tumor.
We've been treating him, but finally, his kidneys failed and he
started to become seriously dehydrated. For the past week, we
have been visitng the vet routinely and even starting
subcutaneous fluids by inserting a line into his skin.
Maid and Sir and I have been doing everything we can to make
his last couple of days comfortable. He's always been such a
good, friendly cat. He's never even been put off by the latex
on my face...still rubbed and marked me all the time.
It is a different kind of torture to have a heavy black cat
jump on your chest and tickle you with his whiskers while you
are encased in head to toe rubber and bound to a bondage table.
Maid used to delight in teasing me with him.
He was, for some reason, always attracted to the sound of our
vibrators. Anytime we turned them on he would come running and
often insert himself in the middle of our play by nuzzling and
rubbing our chins :)
I was amazed that he made the trip to california from our home
in Texas with no trouble. And at first he seemed to get
stronger and more healthy for the last part of last year. But
time gets us all in the end and he began to get weak a while
This morning I held him for about 2 hours as his last breaths
came. He was in no pain, and still nuzzled my face a couple of
times before he just lost all strength to move. Finally, about
8am, he let out one last little mew and died.
I am, admittedly, devastated. But he had a good long life and
was much loved by all of us here. We took him to be buried and
this afternoon we will clean out his things. But I will do so
with tears in my eyes. He will be missed by all of us.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sir took me out to a very interesting club in Tokyo one evening and did not require (or allow) me to wear my burqa. He decided that Japan is so accepting of masked women, strange costumes, and the like, that we could easily go out for the first time in many months with me unveiled.
I was in my red rubber kimono, over a black catsuit, gloves, boots, and a very severe black rubber hood. The hood covers my mouth and has perforated openings for me to see through. i was, as usual, in a thin, transparent skinsuit under that.
Finally, I was placed in a neck corset that covers my lower jaw and mouth as well, so there was no possibility of speech for the evening. Nothing unusual about that!
When we stepped out of the lift (Sir in a latex catsuit with slacks and blazer over that), we definitely stopped traffic in the lobby, but as we climbed into the limo for our trip to the club, the staff all bowed very deeply. I suppose they assumed I was in a CosPlay or something (where people dress up in manga or anime character costumes).
The club was down a side street from a very busy and lighted street, but I do not recall the district. It might have been the Shinjyuku district. The club had many people in it, a karaoke room, and fetish wear was not unusual, although not required.
I think I saw at least three other people hooded, perhaps not as severely as me. We were treated with respect, the hostess bowing to us and we were shown to a booth where we could watch the show. The show was, shall we say, exotic and erotic!
The door people and the hostess, waitress, etc, didn't bat an eye at a woman in latex kimono and hood coming into their club. Sir had drinks, the waitress spoke pretty good English and didn't seem worried that I was not imbibing. She acted like it was the most normal thing in an evening.
We spent abuot three hours there, until quite late, then walked a bit from the club to the big, lighted street with huge electronic signs and people hawking their stores with bullhorns. It must have been 2am, and it was very strange.
Lots of people were still out and they looked at us oddly, but we weren't the only ones in latex and I wasn't the only one with a mask or hood on. It reminded me a bit of mardi gras.
We went home a bit after that. I confess, I was extremely thirsty since i could not even drink in the outfit, and was quite tired by the time we arrived back at the hotel around 4am. It was wonderful, though (and a bit scary) to be out in public unveiled, but still hidden and silenced. I founf I missed my burqa, but felt comfortable by the end of the evening that I was OK to be out in total enclosure without it.
It was odd that, at first, I felt naked, but by the end of the evening, I was happy to be able to show off my kimono to other people than Sir.
I think I could come to love Tokyo, just for its willingness to accept the unusual.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
We had fun though and no one was the least concerned about a white rubber burqa'd woman wandering back and forth across the street (blocked off for foot traffic). It was warm and far too humid for much leisurely walking, however.
We also wandered around some of the parks and other public gathering places (I confess, i do not recall the names) and saw some individuals engaging in CosPlay or Kurigumi. This is the practice, somewhat popular here in Japan, of people dressing up in complete body covering costumes as htei favorite anime characters. The costumes are fabulous creations, the face masks are very stylized and strange looking on life sized humans, and the people in the street accept them completely.
On character came up to us, bowed, then fingered the material of my burqa, rattled off something that included the word 'rubber' and bowed again, then went prancing off to rejoin her friends. she was in a bright blue dress with little white gloves and socks and skin toned tights and sleeves. I say 'her' because the character was female (I confess, I do not know my anime that well) but it could have been a man in the costume (who's to say?)
Sir has suggested that this might be a place where i could go out on the street in full enclosure, including full face hood, sans burqa, and attract virtually no comment...certainly I would not 'scare the horses' as it were. There were police directing traffic and they never looked twice at the CosPlay characters.
Well, tonight we are off to another dinner and I must go make myself ready. I shall write more later.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
I didn't expect to awaken in Tokyo...at least not until two days ago.
Sir has had a trip to Tokyo planned for several weeks, but it came as a complete shock when he told me Wednesday night, that i was joining him on Friday's flight!
I've never been here before and I am looking forward to the adventure. I was not sure how my appearance would be dealt with, but, surprise, surprise, it ahs been no great thing. I was in white burqa and gloves, with white open faced hood beneath for allowing myself to be identified.
The passport control woman barely glanced at my passport, smiled and wiched me a nice stay. The customs inspector only asked to see our return tickets.
It was a long drive into the city, but interesting. it actually reminded me very much of parts of Britain...perhaps because we were driving on the left. The architecture is all newer, of course, but we passed through industrial areas and even passed a gasworks that would do London proud.
The hotel reception, doorman, an bellman were not at all nonplussed by attending a woman in a white rubber burqa...actually, I felt precisely as invisible here as the burqa is supposed to make you. They instinctively gravitated to and interacted with Sir, and effectively ignored me. I stood to the side like a satue as we were checked into our suite.
Then last night we went to dinner at a very lovely restaurant where we sat on tappan mats and ate Kobe steak. It is nice that Japanese cuisine tends toward small, pre-cut bites. I wore the red burqa over a long white dress. It is quite warm and humid outside and I am taking care to watch my temperature and hydration.
The red red burqa has red gloves to go with it and Sir let me wear a pair of black boots that look good with it. The white dress is long and straight although not terribly tight. I wore a white hood with it, of course, which has a very small mouthhole. This DID make eating a bit challenging, but I managed.
There were several other couples in the restaurant, including two beautiful women in kimonos, about 25 years old. While we certainly turned heads when we arrived, we were quickly assimilated into the crowd and ignored by the other diners.
Sir wore latex as well. His dress slacks, rubber tee, and rubber blazer, so we looked a right pair. We were met at the restaurant by a business colleague of his with a lovely young lady who I presumed was neither wife, nor niece, if you take my drift. Unfortunately, she did not speak English, so we largely spent the evening dining and staring at each other. She DID reach out and feel the fabric of my burqa and recognized it as latex...spoke several syllables two of which I recognized as 'rubber'.
She did not seem disturbed by this at all. I suspect she adorns his arm on a regular basis. He and Sir discussed business a bit toward the end of the meal, but we were tired and he seemed just as happy to make it a relatively quick dinner. We all left shortly after our meal. he asked Sir if we were going on to one of the clubs, but Sir explained that we were going to get over jetlag. The fact that Sir was in rubber too didn't seme to faze this man at all.
Today we have some siteseeing and shopping planned and I am looking forwad to seeing the Ginza district.
I shall blog more later.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Unfortunately, they do not cool the malls here all that efficiently and I was concerned that with the high temperatures, it would still be uncomfortabe in three layers of rubber (four if you count my corset).
Also, we needed to await the repairman as Sir could not be at home yesterday. So, maid and I adopted plan B. We bathed.
To make it a bit more interesting, I had maid dress me in my most extreme skinsuit. This one has no mouth or eye holes so I can see only smokilly through the grey tinted latex. I made her wear a hoodless suit with matching, but separate hood. Her hood has a small mouth hole for speaking, which we covered with a black lower face and chin gagging harness that fits over such hoods to prevent speech.
We dimmed the lights, closed the drapes to block the sun, lit a few scented candles, then climbed into the big tub which IS built for two people with enough bubble bath to create a wonderful amount of sound deadening foam and proceded to relax as only two women can with a lovely bath and a hand shower to play with. "Calgon, take me away :)"
The issue of the repairman we handled by simply awaiting his call on the intercom. When he arrived and rang the bell, about 90 minutes into our soak, maid took off her gag and answered, telling him she would be down in a moment.
Then she removed her hood, slipped out of the tub, dried quickly, and threw on a tight skirted French maid uniform over her transparent suit. She went downstairs and let him in and explained the trouble.
Yes, he was taken aback by her clothing, but she didn't allow it to distract him. she showed him the defective unit out back, told him to get to work, and in about 2 hours he had repaired it.
I, on the other hand, continued relaxing in my cool tub in the upstairs master suite and never saw him. There is something incredibly decadent about lounging in a cool tub, covered completely in transparent latex, unable to speak and barely able to see while life goes on, bustling about downstairs. I believe I understand the whole concept of Upstairs, Downstairs better now. :-)
I tried to read a bit, but the words were too fuzzy, so I just sank down in the cool water and actually dozed off a bit. It was lovely.
A couple hours later, maid signed off on the work, our AC was functioning again, and she joined me in the tub for another hour or so until the house was cool enough to think about getting out and resuming our usual routine.
I have not spent such a day like that in a long time and it was wonderful. Constant meditation, a certain level of sensory deprivation, listening only to my own breath and watching my chest rise and fall. All in all I spent about 5 hours in that tub and it was one of the most enjoyable times
I've had in a while.
I did not mind being unable to speak, and although I worried at first about the foggy vision, I quickly accepted it and just ignored it as much as possible. the sensation of the latex covering my face and neck and bust as I settled amid bubbles and water was just exquisite.
Must do that again sometime whether the Aircon is dead or not.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Many of these particular practices I have detailed in earlier posts, but I thought I would go deeper into my emotional and psychological reactions to them.
First and simplest:
My reactions to being fully encased all the time. Now, after more than 7 and one half months, I can say that this sensation has both retained its tittilation appeal and at the same time become exceedingly normal. My reaction has been to both crave and expect it. There is an incredible sense of anticipation and excitement every morning as I awaken (always between latex sheets, even here on the island) and it is often satisfied with sex. I adore early morning sex with Sir or with maid (or with both) and then the long lazy sensations that follow.
I find that the clear latex suits are so thin that every sensation seems to come thorugh without attenuation even though I know this cannot be true. I suspect I now have either adapted and my sense of touch is actually more sensitive or I would find having nothing between myself and the world exceedingly (and perhaps painfully) amplified because my attenuated sense would be bombarded. Actually, I am fairly certain it is the former because I do not notice that water of my bath against truly naked skin being irritating or too hot/too cold. nor is the towel I am dried with too scratchy or rough. What I DO notice, however, is an incessant craving for maid to hurry up and get me back into my suit. I feel outrageously exposed now even for the hour I am out of the skin suit.
I do truly enjoy the intimacy of being shaved by her and particularly find head shaving while covered in latex elsewhere to be outrageously erotic. I have multiple orgasms during this little ritual. There is an incredible sense of well being as she shaves, then dries, then covers me in the rubber. I almost can't find words for it except to say that I always sigh with a tremendous sense of well being and relief when the thin, clear hood covers my face once again.
I do not notice my hoods. They seem like the most normal thing in the world now and even in the heat I generally no longer find them oppressive in the least. Of course, when Sir has me in three or four hoods and they are specifically intended and tightened or inflated to cause me to feel oppressed (in a sexy way) I do feel that. But my reaction to the skinsuit hood is that it is the normal way to BE in an existential sense. The same is true of my hands being gloved and my feet being footed (is that a word?).
I do notice my other clothing in a sense. Corset, dress, second gloves or hood, boots, etc are all very nice and I find I have a rather girlish tendency to twirl in the mirror after maid dresses me each morning. But it is the same sense I had years ago when I dressed in satin or silk. I love the flowing and the feel of the drape of a sensuous fabric and none is more sensuous than latex.
I still have some trouble when I must put on a second pair of gloves. I'm sure most of you know the issues with gloves not sitting just right so they slide up the fingers and such. Well that still happens to me from time to time, but I deal with it. chlorinating the clothes seems to have worked well.
With respect to other psychology around wearing latex all the time:
I find that being in latex for hours and hours does make me more contemplative. I have begun working on papers again, but this time I am thinking about them from the standpoint of theperson who must turn inward.
That is, I believe, because while I am working on them I am encased and often gagged and even restrained around the house. it changes one's perspective.
Being sealed in a vac bed is an absolute wonder. I often have maid put me in mine even when I have not been ordered to. The sensation is, I think I used the word above, transcendental. Very rapidly I drift away on a soft rubbery dream and have even found it annoying for maid to begin stimulating me sexually when what I really wanted was meditation. This sensation of annoyance, for some reason, is always highly transitory :)
I do enjoy meditaitng in latex enclosures...vac bed, suspension bag, even just in heavy bondage. And I find being gagged adds to the pleasure of this. I actually rather enjoy going through an entire day unable to speak to her or to Sir. The sense of being Other, of being an object is heightened for me when I do this.
A few times I have been suspended for over 24 hours and overnight. This sensation is incredible. I find that I drift off into a special 'space' that many submissives talk about achieving only under severe spankings or whippings. I can get there by being suspended in a latex bag and just allowed to drift in my rubber universe.
I am typically put to bed in the skinsuit and a rubber nightgown. sometimes I am in bondage, but most nights I am not. I sleep very soundly between rubber sheets and duvet on rubber pillows and I DO have rubbery dreams. Mostly these are erotic in nature and very private, however, the other night I dreamt of returning to teaching and of walking into my class sealed in latex and covered with a burqa. The funny thing was that when i looked up, all the students were either in burqas or sealed in TE as well, and I was gagged...so I stood in front of them all and pointed with a laser pointer at a presentation on the screen for 30 minutes without making a sound. Interestingly, all the female students were gagged too, but the male students could ask questions...which I could not answer, of course.
Going out in public: I simply no longer think twice about wearing the burqa to hide my hooded face. When I interact with people in the outside world, I don't even think about the fact that they cannot see me. Of course, THEY do, but I have lost any inhibitions about it. When I am gagged under the burqa, I do remain a bit more all of, but I still buy groceries, books, look at cosmetics, shoes, and clothes, and interact as I have to with staff and others. I love visiting my friend who runs the Antique store and I love being out and about with maid.
I also find it very sexually stimulating to be out with Sir while I am in total enclosure and burqa. I enjoy the submissive sense of myself walking just behind him, keeping my head bowed, and occasionally doing things like kneeling next to his chair at a restaurant. We have been to the Halal restaurant in London that I wrote about a few times as we've passed through and it is SO Sexy to be submitting like that while there are other women submitting that way too.
I have been having a long drawn out email conversation with my parents and have to keep assuring them that my new lifestyle is working and I am happy and healthy. My sister seems to understand, our son applauds us in our choices (as does hif girl friend) and Sir's niece and nephew have given us a lot of encouragement. I know I will never make my parents completely comfortable with this, but one must lead one's own ,life. here's a dilemma though, that i dreamt of recently...what do I do if one of my parents dies and I have to attend the funeral? In my dream I attended in latex, but in the real world that would be tough.
I think that's all I have for the moment. However, if you, my dear readers, have questions please ask them and I will endeavour to answer them.
Our usual travel arrangements applied. We passed through security, showing our open faced hoods to a female TSA agent in private (I think htey are getting used to seeing us now). Then, inside security, we put proper full face enclosure hoods back on and re-covered ourselves with our burqas.
Both maid and I stayed in burqas for the duration of the 5-1/2 hour flight from LAX. We were in first class and settled in and slept through most of the flight.
We landed at the airport in Hawaii and maid and I had our first taste of Hawaiian hospitality. There was somone waiting at the airport to place leis on us. The poor girl was shocked when Sir identified us. How do you put a lei on a woman in a burqa? Maid and I chuckled and bent our heads a bit, but we still had to hold them in place while we waited for the luggage.
Once our luggage had been collected we were taken by limo to the harbor where we boarded a launch and were taken by boat to a private villa Sir has rented for us. This house is gorgeous. It has four large bedrooms and overlooks the ocean and an isolated beach. There is a grounds and housekeeping staff that come in everyday. They were a bit surprised by our attire, but we don't see them much. Having a regular housekeeping staff allows maid to take a holiday a bit as well. she is only required to bathe, dress, and attend to my needs as opposed to her usual duties which include cooking and cleaning.
We have spent the week relaxing, playing, and I've even been scuba diving in the ocean which I had not counted on. Sir and I are both certified divers, but I have not been in open water since last summer and certainly not since I started my total enclosure regimen.
But the beach here is so private and secluded that I simply walked out to the water in full gear and still in total enclosure. Sir and I went beach diving several times. We have a fair amount of experience with this because he likes to play games with me in our pool, so I am used to wearing a BC and tank over a black rubber full enclosure suit. Things fit tightly, but that is, of course, the point.
We also went out at night to some very nice performances. There is a wonderful performance here that is like a cirque du soleil show but documents in music, dance, and acrobatics the history of the hawaiian people. We attended the other night. Yes, we had a few stares directed at two ladies in flowing robes in the tropical evening.
I should explain something about heat here. We have been quite careful to stay indoors during the high heat (about 30C or 85F) in the middle of the day. But the island is subject to constant winds and actually cools to as low as 68F during the evening. So it is actually not bad to go out in the evenings or to lay out on a lanai in the morning after we have breakfast.. That, by the way, I have been doing in just the transparent skinsuit, so it is, I suppose, our version of nude sunbathing :)
So, going out in the evening in skinsuit, dress, and burqa has been just fine. The humidity is actually not too high here.
We've done some museums and some dinners out, but for the most part, we've stayed in our wonderful villa, relaxing. I have seldom seen Sir stay away from email and work for so long. He has been spending days in latex enclosure with me and maid and we've been haivng loads of fun.
We return in a couple of days and go back to the 'real world' but much relaxed and rested.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Sleeping arrangements in our house are, like many other things, elaborate. I am required to sleep whereever Sir tells me to each evening. Most of the time I sleep with him. Our bed is a king sized waterbed and is made up with latex sheets and a latex duvet. These have now been chlorinated and are as smooth as silk.
My sleeping attire is most boring, I assure you. No skimpy negligee or baby dolls here. I usually wear a long sleeved, ankle length, high collared nightgown. I have some that are over the head and some that are peignor style, that is open fronted.
I sleep in my transparent skin suit, of course. The nightgown goes over this and I usually just wear that for sleeping. But sometimes I am required to sleep in full bondage gear. This will typically be a second catsuit, gloves, boots, and a hood. I am usually corseted during these sessions as well. And I am made to sleep in bondage, arms bound behind my back, hogtie position, or some other form of bondage.
On rare occasions I am required to sleep in my vacuum bed. When this happens I am usually just in my skinsuit.
I had a bit of trouble learning to sleep with a hood on but that was many years ago. When we started the total enclosure I had to learn to sleep everynight in a hooded catsuit. This is a bit different from sleeping in a separate catsuit and hood. The hooded suits have to be made to measure and fitted to not be too tight when I'm sleeping in one.
We are always careful that I can breathe through both mouth and nose. Even the vacuum bed is fitted with a hospital style oxygen mask inside, so I breathe through both mouth and nose.
With respect to summer heat, this year has been a bit of a challenge. I understand from acquaintances that this is one of the hottest summers in recent memory here. However, we have adapted our regimen somewhat.
First, I stay indoors most of the time and as I have explained before we keep th ehouse at 68 degrees. secondly, I have for many years in Texas taught myself to walk slowly when wearing a lot of latex. I still do that now that I am fully enclosed, but of course that would never be enough in full enclosure in the Texas heat.
Sir has allowed me to, if I choose, dispense with the second catsuit and hood I usually wear and even a street dress when it is most hot. I must say that I have never gone out in nothing more than a skinsuit and burqa. But I have gone out wearing just the burqa over a loose dress and skinsuit with no second hood or gloves. We also tend to wear white latex as much as possible during the summer months as well. Or the lighter red or blue colors, although I only have red white and black veils for outdoors.
I hope that answers some of the questions I've been receiving. More later
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
She was aware, from some emails we had exchanged, that I was trying this new lifestyle as a fully enclosed rubberist, but she had not visited me since i left Texas. So she had not seen me in full enclosure.
She rang the bell one afternoon last week and as it happened, I was the only one home. Madi was out shopping. So, I had to drop my burqa on over me before I could answer the door...the rule being that I do not show my hooded face to the public. Actually, it porbably wouldn't be a big deal if I answered the door hooded (maid has on occassion), but it has become a bt of a habit now to just duck under the burqa before confronting the real world.
She was a bit taken aback at first, asked if it was 'mme' under there, and when I said yes, she came on in. I pulled the burqa off and left it on its hook by the door.
Julia looked at how I was dressed underneath and let aout a "wow", then, with just a bit of hesitation, reached out and hugged me. We've known each other for many years (more than either of us like to admit) and we've always been good friends. No, there isn't anything kinky or sexual here, we just tend to hug when we see each other, which is notthat often as she lives in a completely different part of the country as I (and sometimes a different part of the world).
I was dressed in a blue dress, ankle length, full skirted, long leg of mutton sleeves, high collar, belted waist, with ruffles at the chest, neck, and sleeve cuffs. I had a pair of lack gloves on under the sleeves, but no hood or stockings over my transparent skinsuit.
The skinsuit was my blue tinted transparent one. so julia got to see my face covered in transparent latex and the fact that I no longer have any hair on my head. Usually, I would have worn a black hood as well, but with the summer heat, I have taken to not putting it on as much, particularly if I am around the house.
Just as well because I had forgotten she was coming and earlier I had been contemplating a mouthless gagging hood before I decided not to put it back on after lunch.
I hugged her back and told her to come on in and we went into the living room. I asked if she wanted tea and she said yes, then followed me into the kitchen. I put a kettle on and she started asking about how I was dressed, how long, how much, etc, etc. Julia has never been known for her shyness.
She commented on how deftly I made tea in two pairs of goves (after I explained that) and I explained how I had been forced to learn whole new ways of doing things after I became encased.
That got us into a whole long discussion about being encased. I explained quite straightforwardly what I was doing and why and tried to answer her questions. Julia is very open minded and came quickly to understand my reasoning and rationale for encasing, for living a D/s lifestyle and even for adopting the burqa in public.
Julia was fascinated adn we talked for quite a while. She watched me very closely as I drank my tea and ate some cookies. Have you ever noticed how crumbs accumulate around the mouthhole of a hood. I found I was much more aware of them eating in front of her than I usually am. I felt like I was constantly wiping my lips and chin.
After a bit more conversation, we got down to the business Julia had originally come to visit for. She wanted some help on a paper she had an idea for. She had several pages of data having to do with my area of specialization and wanted some help with analysis.
As we sat side by side on the sofa going over her data, it very quickly became just like old times. She and I used to do this a lot during our postdoc period. We would sit side by side going over data and papers and computer printouts (this was a LONG time ago) for hours.
Pretty soon we were working just as we always had. The first couple of times her hand brushed my glove she flinched a bit, but very quickly she got over it. After a while she moved even closer as we got more and ore into the work.
When we were done, I got up and went to make us some more tea. About that time maid came in.I had told Julia that maid was out and we had discussed that she wore latex as well, just not always full enclosure. So she was somewhat prepared when maid came in in a pink rubber french maid's uniform with black gloves and boots.
Julia let out a "Whoa!" but maid was the funny one. She stopped when she saw Julia sitting comfortably on the sofa and looked around, her arms full of shopping bags, and just sort of stuttered,"uh...he-he-hello?" while she looked around for me. I swear that she must have thought she walked into the wrong house.
I came out of the kitchen, introduced the two of them and told maid to put the shopping away and bring us more tea. She had recovered her composure by the time tea was ready and Julia had the opportunity to see how maid acts as a real maid, serving tea, cleaning the kitchen, collecting the dishes.
We chatted another half hour and Julia broached the subject of me coming back into the university world. I obviously demurred, explaining that I was quite committed to the full enclosure lifestyle we have chosen.
Julia looked at me and asked, "How long are you going to continue the experiment?"
Almost without thinking about it, I said, "forever." And at that moment I realized that I have essentially made the decision to transform the 'experiment' into a lifestyle choice. After almost 7 and a half months, the latex just seems so natural that I can't imagine returning to to my old mode of dress and life.
Julia sat back for a moment and i saw her studying maid as she cleared the dishes from our last pot of tea. "You know what? You could probably find a nice liberal university that would accept your desire to wear the burqa. Why wouldn't they?"
It might be possile., but i don't think I will be returning to the classroom anytime soon. We'll see.
It is certainly something to think about...a professor teaching in a rubber burqa. Lord, I haven't a thing to wear! :)
Monday, August 01, 2005
I have enjoyed all the previous HP books and Sir decided that we should go to the 12:01 first sale party at our local B & N. I dressed up in my grey victorian latex dress, and black hood, gloves, and boots. I really must see about getting grey gloves and hood to match.
I wore the black burqa, and chose not to wear a gag under it for this excursion. We drove to the store and went inside about 11.30.
By the way, just to re-iterate, and because there was some wuery about this in the comments to a previous posting, the primary reason I wear the burqa now is because to appear in public with a black, full face hood on, would get me stopped, harassed, and possibly arrested. While not officially illegal in the state of California, full face hoods or masks are considered threatening. But burqas and niqabs and such veils are considered acceptable (most of the time) and that is why I wear it in public so that I can be fully hooded underneath.
The store was full with about 250 children and an almost equivalent number of parents. They were boisterous, noisy, and quite wonderful. All were waiting for the magic Harry Potter witching hour.
I willsay we created a sort of bubble of quiet as we walked in. We walked over to the cafe section admidst about 100 open mouths and pairs of eyes. The children were amazed and I think the parents were a bit stunned.
Sir had me sit at a table while he acquired some drinks for us. I picked up a magazine along the way and sat reading it, glancing surreptitiously through my perforations at the people around me.
The mothers were cautiously curious but not too much. Pretty much, they began to ignore me. Not so the kids. The word must have flashed around the store very quickly because within about two minutes I noticed a steady stream of children passing by the cafe entrance lookig at me.
Sir brought our drinks back (an iced tea for me) and we sat for a few minutes enjoying them. I commented to him about the children and he said he had noticed them too. We chuckled about the stir we had made.
A few minutes before midnight we finished up our drinks and wandered over to the place where I got in line to collect my copy of the book. Sir wandered around and then took up a spot in the stacks where he could watch.
I was between two little girls, each about 12, I think. They were obviously intrigued by the black cloaked woman, but it was me that was most surpirased when the girl in front turned around and looked at my face and said, "are you a witch?"
I nearly died laughing. I told her no, I just liked Harry and wanted to get a copy as quickly as possible just like her. She asked why I was dressed "like that" and I told her I was required to cover myself. she said, "oh. Like the sisters at school?"
"Yes", I replied, "something like that." Then she surprised me again by asking which character I liked best in the books.
Suffice it to say that for the next 15 minutes we had a nice conversation about the intricacies of plot and character in the previous 5 books. The girl behind me joined in as well and we were chatting about it quite comfortably.
The service clerk was taken a bit aback when it was my turn to pick up a book. I think he was not expecting a Texan accent when I asked for just one copy (they were letting people buy up to 2).
After that we stood in line again to pay and I once more had to deal with a service clerk and hand over my credit card. The girls were still standing around and they wanted to know if I had to wear gloves all the time too when they saw my hands. I said, "yes, we're not supposed to show any skin."
A few minutes later I wandered over to where Sir was watching, grinnig from ear to ear. A few minutes later, we left the store, wandered out to the car and headed home. Sir just kept laughing all the way home. I was giggling too thinking about how easily the girls and I met on the plane of Harry Potter fandom.
Friday, July 29, 2005
So I shall try to confront some of these more prosaic, yet ultimately, I realize, facinating questions about how one can spend 7 months now in total latex encasement.
A recent query was what about visits to a doctor or what would I do in event of a health emergency. Sir and I have considered this issue carefully and we have certain rules in place for handling the situations that might arise. These rules encompass me, maid, and even Sir.
First, if I should develop a sudden allergic reaction to the rubber. This is a real possibilityas latex sensitivity can come on suddenly after years of wear, but might be more likely in as situation where the wearer has been exposed for extended periods as I am. Sir and I have agreed that, in the event of any indication of severe allergic reaction such as anaphylactic shock or even a precursor such as massive rash or itching poutbreak, I will be immediately stripped to the real skin and paramedics called. The experiment ends there.
Should a minor irritation occur, as happenned early on when maid left me too wet after a bath in one area, we will handle as we did then, leaving me in my skin suit if possible and treating it topically.
Should something like a heart attack occur or a serious burn or other injury, paramedics will be called and we will all simply have to face the embarrassment of being caught in flagrante latexo, as it were. If it is possible to get us into normal street clothes before they arrive, we will, but not at the risk of more injury. And this would also terminate the experiment.
However, for simple things such as a case of bronchitis, flu, or cold where I felt I needed a doctor's advice, we took a slightly different approach. We acquired a regular physician who makes house calls.
Now many poeple will say right here that this clearly means I am writing fiction. Ask most poeple in this country and they will tell you that no doctor has made house calls in 30 years. However, it is still possible to get one to do so...for only money.
If you travel as much as we do (particularly Sir) you learn that a good concierge at a hotel can work miracles. And, interestingly enough, hotels are sensitive to guests who find themselves under the weather. Sir and I have, on occassion, over many years of travel, availed ourselves of a hotel's doctor service.
Hotels will have a service or specific doctor they can call that will come out to the hotel and treat you on site for anything short of appendicitis. Yes, they will charge you a couple of hundred dollars or more for the service, and they don't take insurance, but we have always found that we can file a claim later and the insurance company will reimburse some portion.
When we started our experiment, Sir stopped at a local San Jose hotel and asked the concierge for the number of their doctor. Even though he wasn't a guest (and the concierge may not have known that) he was politely given the nmber. He called and checked to see if they would come to the house as well and the answer was yes.
By the way, hotels are, for all practical purposes, public service centers in many ways. Need a res room? There'll be one in the lobby. Need a taxi, there'll be one at the door, need directions or a restaurant recommendation? Ask the concierge or the doorman. Just need otrest when you've been walking all over London in a rubber burqa? Just walk in and sit in the lobby for a short while.Hotels are not really concerned with who uses their lobby services as long as you look like you might be a guest; if not today, then later in time.
My first cold, which I blogged, we handled ourselves. But a story I have not blogged involved me getting a bit of bronchitis a few months ago. It was annoying, but nowhere near as messy as the sneezing episodes. However, after a week, I was not getting better with over the counter remedies and Sir decided I needed a doctor.
We planned ahead. I was still covered in latex, but in separate hood, gloves, top, tights, and skirt with no skinsuit underneath in case the doctor needed to inject me or otherwise examine me closely. I was also, when he arrived at the house, in my burqa as was maid.
Sir had asked if there was a female doctor, but the service has none probably because women would not feel safe venturing into a stranger's house to perform exams and such.
The doctor who arrived was in his sixties or seventies, carried the traditional doctor's black bag, and was a bit shocked when Sir let him into our living room where two burqa'd women waited. Sir explained that we would need to remain covered unless absolutely necessary. The doctor took it in stride. I assume he thought we were muslim, but he didn't comment.
He said that he had treated women who had these requirements and that I could stay veiled, but he would have to be allowed to touch my chest and back to diagnose me.
So, maid lifted my burqa enough to give him access to my blouse and he had me unsnap it enough for him to slip the stethescope beneath it to listen to my lungs. He pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves and to his credit, he warmed the stethescope before putting it to my skin. I hadn't thought about him wearing rubber gloves, but, of course, almost all do now when they do any exam requiring contact.
He listened for a few moments, then asked if I had a fever, sore throat, or the sniffles. Sir said that no, we had just taken my tmp and it was normal as was my throat and nose. He also informed the doctor that my pulse was 72, my blood pressure 120/82, explaining that he had used one of the Omron wrist monitors just before the doctor arrived. I purposely did not speak.
He seemed satisfied with this, pronounced me as suffering bronchitis and wrote a prescription for oral pennicilin after asking if I was allergic to it. Maid helped me pull the burqa back into place. During the entire examination it had not left my face and head, merely been lifted and held, almost like a train, by maid.
He prescribed bed rest for a few days, said to watch for any fever and to call his office if I wasn't better in 10 days and he would return. He cautioned Sir about it developing into pneumonia and then he was ready to go. His office had already billed Sir's credit card for the $225 for a visit.
Should I have another need for a house call we will call him back. He did caution Sir about the possibility of latex allergy as he left and Sir assured him we were well aware of the issue. The dotor's only comment was, "yes, I guess you would be."
I spent a few days in bed, took my medicine and got better. we never filled the second prescription and haven't had a need to call him back.
So that is my doctor story. yes, you can be treated in latex without ever leaving your home. I do not know how we will handle my next pap smear and breast exam, however. But that's a few months away. and yes, maid and I do personal exams every month at least. Actually it's more like every week. And we do her as well as me even though she is in her 20's.
Next I think I will blog our recent foray in the dark of noght to the bookstore to acquire the latest Harry Potter at 12:01AM...amidst a hundred pre-teenage children. That was interesting!
Friday, July 22, 2005
After we checked into our hotel (and after a very long flight from London) we waited a while until our son and his girlfriend, Wei, checked into the same hotel. So, we met our son and Wei for dinner.
For dinner we went downtown to a very nice restaurant. I wore my white burqa and Sir wore his black latex blazer and slacks. I have mentioned before that our son came out to us at Christmas about his own rubberist predelictions. He wore black rubber slacks and blazer too over a red catsuit. Wei showed up wearing a cute little sailor outfit in latex. She had picked it up in Japan. It has a very short blue skirt and a white top with blue sailor collar, a big red bow, and long gloves, all in latex. She was just gorgeous.
We had fun at dinner and got to know Wei more. she was fascinated with how I have to eat in the burqa and I just loved watching her and the two most important men in my life.
The next day we went to see Sir's family. Wei wore her sailor outfit again so as to make me feel more comfortable with two of us in latex. Sir's family were very shocked when we first showed up and I was afraid they would not be accepting of me in my rubbered state.
Sir and I had decided that, as with my family, I would remove my burqa and let them see me with a transparent faced hood. Once I removed my burqa and we explained that this was smply how I was dressing now, everything pretty quickly got back to normal. Certainly, they think I'm weird now, just as my own family does, but they were already sure of that with respect to Sir. It helped that Wei was with us in her latex skirt and top.
For the first day I was wearing my long white dress and a white hood with transparent face. I was still wearing a transparent skin suit underneath, so I had two layers of transparent latex between me and the world. There were miscellaneous niees, nephews, and cousins and Sir's great nephew whos only 1. His mother was a little leary of handing him over to me until I smiled at her and told her, "it's ok, I'm sterile". I wasn't of course, but it broke the ice.
I had never held a baby while covered in latex. it was just a bit strange feeling his skin under my fingers, but not feeling it, if you take my meaning.
The next day I wore my grey victorian which garnered quite a lot of comments and even compliments from sir's sister who sews like I do and was amazed at the accuracy and detail of the bustle skirt and blouse styling. I must say I missed hte matching hood, but chose no tto wear it that day. I wore a black one with transparent hood. Wei wore a very pretty, short black rubber jumper over a white latex blouse. It was really a kinky english schoolgirl costume, complete with white rubber knee high socks and a little redstriped rubber tie but I don't think anyone in sir's family recognized it as such.
We had a wonderful time and it was great to be able to share our rubberized life with our son and his girl friend. It made things a bit more acceptable to his sister and nieces and nephews that Wei wore rubber too. As we were saying our goodbyes back at the hotel, I thanked her. She seems completely comfortable with being a rubberist. I think her combination of Asian and Manhattan upbringing has something to do with it.
We flew back the next day with, once again, no issues, then Sir had to turn around and fly to London where, of course, the bombings happened. We had started to go out again last week, but since the second round of attacks this week, we have decided maid and i should stay indoors mostly. of course, she can go out in just her maid's uniform with no hood for food shopping and such, but I am to remain indoors until Sir feels it is safer for a burqa'd woman to be seen around San Jose. Right now, i probably WOULD be stopped by cops and forced to show myself.
Everyone take care and I will write again soon