It has been a long week. And we have lost a long time family
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.