Flew to LA this morning to see our son for Thanksgiving. We expected a larger crowd at the airport, but it was fairly quiet this morning.
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