As I write I am actually on the train to dublin. Sir and I are going there for the day as he has a meeting and I have Christmas shopping to do. I am sitting across from a very shy young man in a suit who keeps eyeing me in my bright red rubber burqa and staring at my hands (in red rubber gloves, of course) as I type.
I must confess, I am giggling a bit under my burqa. But I am wearing a very nice gagging hood so no sound emerges.
This ability to access the web while on the train is wonderful. The signal is good and the speed is quite acceptable for text and small images. We were served a nice breakfast just after we boarded...no, I did not eat, but Sir did...i will be fed later in our hotel room.
I am looking forward to shopping. I plan to take the LUAS to DunDrum, the large covered shopping mall here.
Sitting on the train in red rubber is always fun. The huge folds of the burqa have to be wrapped around me to fit in these narrow seats as this is an old first class carriage, not the newer one with only three seats in a row. This burqa has arm slits for my hands...a fact that is not lost on the young man sittin gstaring at me furtively. I am all in red under the burqa and am a bit restrained in that my arms are secured to my body just above the elbow so i have very limited range of motion. I am also wearing a favorite neck corset (fully integrated with the hood) today which severely limits my ability to move my head. for those of you who are always interested, my knee boots are 5 inch spike heeled red rubber as well. My dress is ankle length but full skirted so i am wearing about 20 yards of ruber and it weighs about 40 pounds all told. The hood/corset is number two over a thin transparent one (part of my usual skinsuit) that fully covers my face and mouth as well...no speech for Lady today! the sleeves of the dress are very tight and end in gloves that barely fit over the clear ones of the suit...so my fingers are nearly numb as i try to type this. Abslutely wonderful feelings.
I was asked recently about how i felt in normal materials, not rubber. and I have to say that on the few occassions over the past two years when I have felt ordicnary cloth, even satin made from silk felt rough. Cotton and polyesters are terrible once your skin has become addicted to latex. Mine is very smooth and white now and almost anything touchng it is an irritant. PVC and leather are notable exceptions, but the back side of leather it too rough.
Even being without a hood or gloves as I am around the house on occassion makes me uncomfortable. I no longer even notice a hood unles it is missing and I find myself unconciously slipping one or two on during the day only to discover that I have gagged myself when it is dinnertime and I must change.
I've been wearing more ankle length tight hobble skirts lately as sir has upped the level of restraint i live in day to day. This limits my steps, but, because my heels are so high, often ballet height, i am still able to walk in very tiny steps. Someone asked about that ... small steps are easier to take when you are very close to being en pointe and thus higher heels and vamps are beter when your stride is limited to 6 inches by the hem of your skirt.
Sir is reading over my shoulder and nodding.
I twill be a lot of fun to wander DunDrum again by myself covered in red rubber. people just sort of part like the waters of the red sea to let me pass.I have to get clothes for our son and books for Sir and somehting for my sister and parents. I am thinking about a portrait.