First, however, let me point out that my experiences navigating and interacting with people in Second Life is no less 'real' than talking on a telephone or corresponding by mail. So, while I shall shortly regale you, dear readers, with stories of my recent trip to Los Angeles to see our son, and my past week in continuous multi-layer rubber encasement while Sir was out of town, I wish to mention and thank my friend Deirdre Young, in Second Life, for asking me to model once again with her lovely submissive partner Lelo Recreant. The two of us wore wonderful kitty-cat outfits from Latex Web in Darkadia.
The images, rendered with appropriate bits over my avatar's 'bits', are available on The Fetish Fashion Blog at
I enjoy the opportunity to model and I love the outfit, but truth be told, I rather enjoy the more formal look of my previous outfit, the latex kimono. Nevertheless, I apparently now have one of these kitten-like outfits on order, per Sir :-)
Now, with respect to the 'Real World', a recent SL acquaintance commented on my last blog post:
Dear Lady Latex,
The last month I’ve been reading your blog from soup to nuts. I’ve noticed that people admire or criticize you to wear a burqa, though you aren’t Muslim.
So I wanted to ask you if you could ask the “world” why they wear a burqa?
Kind regards, Lilith
Which prompts me to ask the question, 'world, who wears a burqa, and why. Of course, by burqa, I mean any full body covering, worn in public, which hides the majority of the face and possibly, but not necessarily, the figure of the wearer.
This, includes fetish clothing, male or female, medical clothing such as surgical masks, and professional clothing such as clean suits or level 5 bio-suits, as well as the more traditional veiling for women in some cultures and religions. Someone stated in comments last post that wearing hoods in the workplace would never become common. I suggest it already is common in certain workplaces such as clean rooms, surgical operating rooms, and quarantine wards.
However, note that my definition above states an 'in public' criterion. So we may interpret the question, Why do you wear a burqa in public?
So please, readers, if any of you veil in public in any manner, let us know in comments to this post.
Now, my recent journey to LALA Land ... does anyone recall that?
Sir had a recent need to travel to LA on business and decided to take me along. Our son lives there and it presented another opportunity to see him and to enjoy time with he and his long time GF.
As usual, we traveled in rubber, Sir in slacks and a tee-shirt, with a rubber bomber jacket over that and I in a red rubber dress, tightly collared, long sleeved, ankle length with loose, straight skirt. A red catsuit, gloves, and knee boots completed my outfit. As usual, I wore an open faced hood beneath my burqa for the identity check and replaced it with the burqa's full face silencing hood in the ladies room inside security.
This was my first trip wearing the new metallic 'electrum' burqa Peter made for me a while back. Sir decided it has not had enough 'exposure' as he called it and decided that, even though I do not have a matching dress, i should wear it. Typically, he prefers me mono-chromatically dressed, but decided red and dark gold worked well together.
I did have to submit to the rather more intense 'pat down' which is, essentially, a frisking one step shy of a cavity search. But, to be honest, this is to be expected when one asks for a private screening anyway. I was not required to remove my dress, at least. I did have my head patted down through the latex hood, but that has been happening for years now. The screener noticed that I had no hair under the hood but said nothing about it. She did ask why all the 'plastic' and I told her I liked Lady Gaga! That actually got a bit of a laugh.
Sir opted for the pat down as well (the public one in the security line) as we both object to subjecting ourselves to x-rays unnecessarily. I wonder if, given the recent awareness of radiation limits prompted by the nuclear situation in Japan, the general public will be more or less likely to allow airport screeners to expose them to ionizing radiation. Of course, the airport devices typically emit far less than even the lowest levels being encountered by those brave people working the reactors in Japan, but Sir and I believe that as we are exposing ourselves to more radiation by flying at all, then there is no good excuse for accepting more when a pat down will suffice.
We had a couple of hours before boarding so Sir took me to an oriental restaurant in the airport and we enjoyed a light dinner. As I was still wearing the open faced red hood under the burqa, rather than the ever more constraining burqa hood, I was quite able to take a plate of Broccoli chicken under my burqa and eat it. Thus I had quite a nice dinner before I was required by Sir to seal my face up in tight fitting latex beneath the burqa's usual silencing hood.
After dining, we went to the airport lounge where we spent about an hour before boarding. I, of course, ducked into a ladies room and added the hood for my burqa, with its pepperpot eyes and no mouth, fitting tightly enough to silence me. This hood has goggle eyes just like the burqa does and they have to line up properly. I put the hood on in a stall, with the door closed, then emerged, surprising a woman at the lavatory. She stared at me as I looked in the mirror for a few moments, adjusting the burqa until it was sitting just right over the hood and then pressed the internal snap into place, securing the burqa to the hood. The snap prevents the burqa from sliding out of place and obscuring my vision.
The electrum burqa also has a third piece, a headpiece with niqab and just a slit for vision. I sometimes wear it either under or over the burqa to limit my vision further. However, for a flight I did not do so as it does tend to slip a bit and does not work inside the burqa when i am wearing the snap in hood.
Once everything was in place I glanced over at the woman, who was in her forties, tall, titian haired and quite nicely dressed in a Chanel traveling suit, nodded once and then left the restroom to rejoin Sir, who I found munching on cookies and a cup of coffee from the bar. He tolerated me brushing sugar cookie crumbs from his black rubber tee-shirt quite well, I must say. Have you ever noticed how amazingly messy sugar cookies are around rubber? I thin it must be the static charge.
I did notice the woman come out of the ladies room after me and she looked around until she saw me, then headed at an angle to join her fellow traveller, probably her husband. She still looked a bit flustered.
We travelled in first class so we had the two seats to ourselves. The trip was uneventful and we were met at LAX baggage by our son and his girlfriend. They took us to our hotel and we got checked in, then the four of us went to a very nice Beverly Hills restaurant for dinner. I was allowed to wear a hood with an open mouth so i could converse with son and his g/f over dinner.
I changed before we went out to dinner into my lovely blue dress with the ruffled bust, cuffs, and the very tight waist. That, under the blue burqa but with a hood with a mouth and blue gloves and boots completed my outfit. LA was warm, but nothing like the Texas weather has been. My corset, under the dress was a nice matching blue and Sir did me up quite tightly, but comfortably.
Sir added a jacket to his outfit. Our son was in black jeans and shirt as well and his g/f was in her cute rubber sailor moon outfit as I call it.
We had a lovely dinner and yes, saw two or three celebrity people also dining at the restaurant. We had a certain number of looks as we came in and were seated, but no one said anything to us and the wait staff were completely professional. Sir and our son had steak, I had lamb (braised, off the bone...nice bite sized pieces), and the g/f had fish.. One thing I have learned is that gravy and rubber hoods do not go too well together, but I managed by cutting my meat into very small pieces. I did this before taking the plate under my burqa and son snapped a photo of my blue gloved arms emerging from the burqa, knife and fork in hand, slicing into the very tasty lamb.
After dinner we strolled the area a bit, a large, european style town square lined with boutiques and shops. I bought a few things and then we headed back to the hotel. it was a wonderful night and we do not get to catch up with Son often enough. LA does get a bit chill after dark but with three layers of rubber I did not feel it. His g/f, however, did begin to get chilled and at one point she and I were walking with me wrapping her up in my burqa as we headed for the car. I am just as glad that we do NOT have a picture of that! :-)
The following day Sir had meetings and I stayed in the suite. Son came over by himself and took me to a nearby bistro for lunch and we chatted about his life, his plans, his new car and my growing desire for GRANDCHILDREN! This last is an ongoing bit of humor between us as he knows I would love to have some and he has no plans to make any!
Later, he took me back to the hotel. Sir and I had a quiet dinner in the hotel and prepared to return to Texas the following morning. For the flight home, I wore white. My white catsuit, dress, boots and gloves all under a new white burqa. We had no issues at the airport and saw two other women in full veil behind security. They were apparently headed for Dubai, based on the gate they were at. They saw me walking down the concourse and we nodded at each other, but did not speak. Our gate was some distance away.
The plane flight was uneventful. No holes appeared in our plane, and we arrived to a quite cool day here in TX.
All in all, a nice, though short, visit with the chance to say hello to our son.
That is about all for the moment ... nothing to exciting, but that is life.
Upon returning, the following weekend, we went to see the new movie Sucker Punch. Now that was intriguing.