Nothing much is happening around ourselves at the moment. We are enjoying a quiet time of rest and reasonably warm weather here in late February. The pool is, of course, still too cool to use, but we hope it will be warm enough by April.
We've spent some time working around the house and I have been finally catching up on cataloging books in our library. I had neglected making any notes or records of books we acquired in Ireland and that laziness is coming back to haunt me now.
Sir has added a few new toys to our playroom and I'v ebeen the enthusiastic recipient of their attentions. I shall describe them more fully in later postings. clothing wise, I've not had anything new recently (since Christmas). Valentine's Day I received a very nice, extremely soft and cuddly, totally rubber encased teddy bear among other things. he is quite cute and I have no idea where Sir acquired such a perfectly fitting catsuit for a plush bear about 2 feet in height.
Sir has begun taking about a new burqa perhaps in metallic silver or gold. He loves the look of the blue one. I think we have agreed that the double eyed look is fascinating, but might be a bit less alien looking if the eyes were almond shaped or oval. The cloth ones we model on often have the eye holes teardrop shaped with the elongated tail angled up to the outside of the wearer's head. This seems to soften the look.
I have been wearing dresses with hobble skirts more around the house lately. These are very tight rubber with very narrow hems at ankle height and they constrict my stride considerably. I rather enjoy kneeling on the carpet next to Sir's chair while wearing such skirts as they constantly restrict any slight movement and remind me of my position. Of course, the full enclosure hood helps with that as well :) i do not have to wear such hoods all the time, but I enjoy being hooded so much that I do it voluntarily even when Sir does not require it. It rather pleases him to see me self-restrict in this manner.
Silencing hoods, tight corsets, multiple catsuits, hobble skirts, strict gloving with more than one pair...all these things are things which please him greatly and I find it very convenient to self restrict myself when I dress in the mornings. Then, I am ready to go out if he desires and if not I am propoerly enclossed for the day anyway.
And, of course, if he desires me to be in some other rubber costume i have the pleasure of being undressed and redressed by him.
Sir requires me to be strictly gloved and tightly clothed in latex even to clean around the house, cook meals, and while I am working in the library. Typing is a challenge, but I persevere. Cooking dinner and doing laundry while wearing full enclosure rubber catsuits and dresses is also challenging but fun. Not being able to taste my cooking because I am in a silencing hood that fits so tightly my lips go numb is a bit of a challenge, but Sir tells me how the sauce or soup is coming along :)
Lest anyone think this is my only life mode, however, let me point out that I had a cold last week and Sir did NOT allow me to wear a full face hood, just an open faced one. I spent the whole week resting, in latex nightgowns and robes, and did not get to wear anything remotely restraining or restrictive. That was restful, but I confess I missed tight hoods and gloves and draping my burqas over myself and going out to shop or see a movie. I was quite ready to climb the walls when I finally recovered (grand total of 3 days) and we went out to a nice dinner of tapas with me in my red burqa and no hood underneath. Sir is quite solicitous of my health and comfort and wanted to ease me back into full enclosure and restrictive dressing.
Fortunately, this week I am back to normal and as I write am wearing a full grey tinted, transparent skinsuit under a very tightly skirted black rubber hobble dress, two pairs of gloves which extend under the sleeves to rise over my elbows, and a mouthless hood with a separate gag fitted tightly between my lips. My knee high boots are very tight over the skinsuit and have 5 inch spike heels with zips up the back. It feels good to feel good again.