It has been quite some time since I blogged last. We have had tons of very bad weather (it is hailing and blowing a gale right now) and we have had a most historic election in my home country. Sir and I stayed up the whole night watching the results come in and were absolutely overjoyed. In celebration I got to wear a red white and blue bondage ensemble for the next couple days :-)
It was a red catsuit with bright blue hood, gloves, and boots and a white rubber corset, posture collar, and monoglove harness. The hood had a big blow up gag in it and pepperpot eyes to limit my vision.
We were saddened to hear that California passed proposition 8 defining marriage as solely heterosexual even after the State Supreme court had ruled it legal. We hope the ludicrousness of denying the full enjoyment and benefits of marriage to any people who love each other comes home to the people of California soon.
We spent this past weekend in Dublin and met our friends there. We had quite a nice dinner the other night at a very exclusive restaurant. My lovely friend Annemarie wore a dark purple rubber evening gown over a very dramatic matching catsuit with open faced hood and a bizarre high collared corset. Kermit, her husband wore a black latex pair of slacks and red shirt under a black blazer. Sir wore a similar outfit, but a full body catsuit under the pants and blazer. I was in a bright red dress over a red transparent catsuit. The dress was complemented with a corset, hood, gloves, and boots in black. the hood was full face, gagging with pepperpot eyes.
Of course I was in all that under my red burqa. We ate a nice meal and then went back to our hotel for an after dinner where Annemarie and Kermit put me through my paces in a very long scene that lasted most of the evening and into the next day. it involved severe bondage and breath control.
At one point, I found myself hogtied, in an inflatable bag with my breath being provided from Kermit's gas mask as he was being stimulated by both Annemarie and Sir simultaneously. That meant I was trying to breathe (while orgasming) on his exhalations as he became more and more excited by the two of them both pleasuring and torturing him.
The elaborate gear they brought was almost all from Studio Gum who make some of the most astounding and heavy rubber wear in the world.
None of us rose until after noon the next day and enjoyed a long sunday brunch with me on the floor beneath the table, dining on liquid nourishment provided by the three of them through a funnel hood.
We drove back home from Dublin and I was able to completely wrap up in my black burqa beneath which I was still in heavy gasmask gear and bondage. It was a wonderful weekend, the slashing and driving rain notwithstanding.