Day 90 -- Learning to be Human...in Rubber

Well, this is something of a crossroads.

Tomorrow, April 1, will be my 90th day in total enclosure. I wanted to recap a bit, then proceed a bit to explain the title.

I have now been enclosed fully in latex for 90 days. My head, face, hands, feet, and body are covered at all times except for an hour or so each day when I bathe. During that time I am bathing in a bathtub lined with a latex sheet, so I never touch anything but latex or water. We follow a special protocol that insures that I never see myself uncovered; there is at least a mediating layer of transparent latex between me and the world at all times.

My "skinsuits", as I call them, are transparent, thin latex catsuits with attached hoods, feet, and gloves. These are changed daily and they form the fundamental barrier between me and the world. Over a skinsuit, I wear catsuits, corset, stockings, dresses, boots, hoods, gloves, or anything else my Dom husband, Sir, orders. Typically, around the house, I wear a corset, a second, opaque hood, a second pair of gloves, and a long sleeved, full covering dress, ankle length.

When I go out in public, I am dressed in these multiple layers and then covered with a rubber burqa in the afghani style. I now have a black and a white one. The burqa is a socially acceptable manner for me to appear in public with a covered face. Under it I may be wearing an inflatable hood with nose tubes and gag and I may be restrained in armbinders, hobbles, or chains. It is all up to Sir. I am not allowed to speak in public and this is enforced with gags everytime I leave the house. I am quite often not allowed to speak in the house eiuther and went for a week blindfolded and gagged while Sir was out of town.

We have a live-in rubber maid who has been with us for over two years now and she attends to my needs in aid of this experiment in endurance and enclosure. hse wears latex maid uniforms (english or French) all the time, but does not cover her face with hoods ALL the time and does not have to sleep in latex everynight. She is submissive to both me nd to Sir and we love her dearly. She is a natural female, 26, and experienced in living a submissive latex life. hse has just agreed to stay with us another two years, at least. We call her maid.

maid is responsible for bathing me, dressing and undressing me, insuring I am well cared for in terms of my skin and health and also for doing the laundry, housecleaning, and cooking for us. she is the only person, myself included, who has seen my body and face uncovered in the last 90 days.

So, in 3 months, neither my husband nor I have seen my face or any part of my body without at least one layer of latex covering me. In fact, Sir has not seen my face even through transparent latex in over two months as he decided that I should be covered in an opaque hood at all times except bathing and he doesn't intrude upon me then.

More details of our protocol, how I avoid skin issues, me having a cold in a rubber hood, and my disastrous attempt at cooking in latex, as well as other day to day issues of living a life in rubber can be found in other entries in this blog. I just wanted to bring new readers up to date and to recap where we stand.

I now venture out in public quite often with or without Sir. maid accompanies me and is either dressed in her uniform or is covered by my spare burqa...We need to acquire one for her I suppose. I have actually gone out on my own when I could walk to my destination. A gag sits on a table by our front door and the burqas hang on hooks next to it, so I never forget to cover properly before leaving the house. Our neighbors have grown used to seeing me step out with Sir and maid and climb into the car, fully covered, but they have no idea how boud and restrained I am beneath the latex shroud of my burqa.

Just the other day I was out walking, alone, when I saw four muslim women emerge from a museum with their children in tow. They were all four covered and veiled completely, in niqabs and abayas. I was across the street in my burqa and we just looked at each other for a moment and nodded. Of course, they had no way of knowing I was gagged, but i wasn't heavily restrained that day.

My life has settled into a very comfortable routine of daily care, sessions with Sir and with maid (we share a fairly kinky lovelife together) and simple things like blogging, reading, knitting and embrodering, watching TV, chatting with friends on the web, etc.

Of course, I have also travelled a bit recently and am anticipating more trips soon. sir has determiend how to take me in full cover to other countries and other cities and we've had quite a nice few trips in the past 3 months.

What I realized a while back was that i was learning how to be a normal human being with regular interests, activities, and lifestyle while being covered and almost always silent. It has been a revelation to me. I no longer consider my latex life style to be at all unuusal. I would feel completely naked if i were to even venture out of the bathroom without at least a hood and a long rubber dress on over my skinsuit.

I am loving the submissive nature of this existence and the kinky play that goes with it. But I am also coming to realize that I am losing any sense of novelty about it. I have to force myself to notice the unusual aspects of my life sometimes...they ARE unusual, but they no longer seem so to me. I suspect this is similar to someone who loses their sight or hearing and adapts over a period of time to their new circumstance...someone who reflexively reaches for their cane or their dog's harness thae way I do for my gag and burqa.

Well, those are my thougths for 90 days into the experiment. I hope everyone is having as much fun reading about it as I am living it.

regards
Lady