I have recently had a comment that I have not posted in 3 months, thereby invalidating the title of my last post.
This is very true. I had meant to post, but was ill for a while, as I mentioned in my previous post, then busy as Sir underwent and recovered from a bit of heart surgery. No sooner did I feel better than Sir had to go into hospital and have robotic heart surgery fix a congenital birth defect he'd never known about.
He is much, much better now, having had what was a minor birth defect surgically corrected 57 years later. He had developed a lot of breathing and exertion problems, but, thankfully, we had it tracked down and fixed. Sir, of course took it as an engineering problem and grilled the surgeon on all the technical aspects. He even requested a DVD of the movie they made as they traversed his heart and zipped it up.
Two months or thereabouts of recovery have meant that he has been here in the house most days, often relaxing and laying about. However, as his strength returned and he began to feel considerably better, he has become much more active and involved. And horny :) It is good that heart surgery not only did not damage his kinky nature, but actually intensified certain aspects. Medical fetish is now very much on the menu! With me as the patient in need of severe invasive and scary medical procedures!
For those of you who will ask, yes, I remained in my full latex clothing and in my burqas during his short hospital stay. The nurses and doctors were most accommodating. Sir allowed me to speak, so I was not silenced and my usual silencing hoods were left for me to wear only during trips to and from the hospital. But I was in a hooded latex skinsuit and a rubber dress over that, then my burqa. I wore the red, the blue and the gold/electrum over the three day stay.
Sir himself brought and wore his rubber pajamas and either his latex dressing gown or his rubber cassock.There was a bit of confusion one day as he wore the cassock over pajamas while walking with an IV pole. At least two other patients said, "hello Father" as he was shambling past them in the hallway on his way to the yogurt and pudding fridge.
Thankfully, he was only in one of those gowns for the day of surgery. I have since searched and cannot find a rubber version of a hospital gown. Perhaps they are so horrid that not even intense, serious medical fetishists are willing to wear even a rubber version.
Since I was on my own, but needed to come up to the hospital each day, I contemplated driving in the burqa, but as usual sanity prevailed. I contacted the car service we use when Sir is away and our usual driver shuttled me back and forth between home and hospital every day.
Sir was only hospitalized for three days; open heart surgery is, in many cases, not much of a challenge these days for doctor or patient. He had very little pain and took only a few more days lying on the couch to recover enough that he started saying he felt good. But he had 2 months of official recovery time which has meant that we have been on something of a holiday for a while.
It was while he recovered that our visit to the arboretum, which I mentioned in my last post, occurred.
August was hot here, as it always is, but cooler and wetter than usual. The truly outrageous temperatures did not occur until later in the month and consequently, I was able to go out fully sealed while Sir was home.
He and I went out to dinner several times and to the cinema and, of course, the arboretum. Walking was the way to recover his strength and we visited several shopping malls and just walked them for hours, window shopping and picking up a few things here and there. As his strength returned, I was amazed how much he could do so quickly. Heart surgery is not only good for the heart, it is good for the whole man.
Sir, feeling better, has been spending money. I know about the kimono he has commissioned for me, but I suspect so much more. I believe he has been ordering new latex outfits, medical fetish supplies, and breath control devices for himself and for me. I can usually tell by the sudden appearance of a tape measure on his desk.
Other than dinner, cinema, shopping, theater, car buying, and visiting friends, it has been a "quiet" summer. It is so good to have Sir feeling better and stronger than before. By the second week home he had resumed having rubber scenes with me, including some medical fetish play that was most entertaining. I had no idea you could do that with a catheter and a speculum!
I also did have time and energy to get back into second life and see old friends there. There had been some changes while I was gone. But I just never got around to posting to this blog for which I apologize.
Right now we are having work done around the house with windows, doors, air conditioning, trees, and other things required. That means I am fully sealed, silenced and burqa'd in my own home about 12 hours a day, at least. And Sir, feeling better has begun to insist on plugs in all orifices, including gags in my mouth. While he recovered he was quite busy on the internet and several new hoods, gags, binders, and other paraphenalia arrived. Of those, the new hobble skirt and gags and plugs and underwear have been put to significant use while the workmen are here in the house. They are used to me by now, ut do not know, of course, how bound and stimulated I am beneath my flowing burqa.
More of that later. Next post I will write about some of those medical scenes Sir has become enamored with.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Summer's Heat and I am back
Apologies to all for the long delay. I have been ill most of May and June and just did not feel like nor have the energy to post. That, coupled with a dearth of interesting events about which to post, has meant that I have been lazing around the house most of the past two months.
My illness seems to have been a bad bout of flu I picked up in May. Nothing too serious, but it left me exhausted and feeling out of sorts for several weeks. But by mid-June I was mostly recovered.
For those of you who will ask, yes, I stuck to my regimen of only wearing latex clothing, although it was often a rubber nightgown and peignoir worn around the house all day. I just had no energy and was suffering stomach upset. If I had been several years younger I would have sworn I was newly pregnant!
We did make a trip out to the local arboretum to see the glass sculptures of Chihuly and we've had dinner a few times with distant friends come a-visiting, but much of the time has been spent just reclining around the house. Only in the past two or three weeks have I even felt like web surfing, writing, or coming online at all.
I did get a fair amount of reading done and have enjoyed gardening in the past few weeks as I started to feel better. Of course, here in Texas gardening in late June in latex is a bit dicey.
Sir has set up a sprinkling mister over my entire garden space. It is under this that I work, trimming back my roses, laying down rubber mulch and planting new flowers, tomatoes, strawbs, and lettuce. It is a bit like I used to do in Ireland in that I am essentially working in the rain. Unlike Ireland, however, the sky is clear and the sun is still hot. I seldom do more than a half hour at a time before Sir orders me into the pool.
Typically, I wear either a white or metallic blue full enclosure latex skinsuit for these efforts, or a transparent skinsuit with a black rubber maillot swimsuit over it. Occasionally, I am required to wear a burqa while doing my gardening, but only for a short while. The 'rain' comes down on me and the plants alike and I am thoroughly soaked and slick with water shortly after I start anytime I go out in the garden.
After about 30 minutes Sir orders me into our pool which is beside my garden area. It is an amazing relief to step into it and take off swimming from one end to the other. It is really a play pool, not a diving pool and as such it is only about 4 feet deep at each end and 5 feet in the center. Perfect for a few laps and for being able to stop anytime I want.
We have had a nice little harvest of tomatoes, strawberries, and lettuce from my previous efforts. And our peach tree finally fruited this year so we have many little peaches.
As i began to feel more energetic, we went out to dinner with some old friends. We went to a nice fish restaurant where I could comfortably sit in my red burqa and nibble at a plate of fish under it. Of course we garnered a few looks and some whispered comments, but the staff were very nice. Sir let me speak while we were out on that excursion. Our friends are aware of our lifestyle but do not share our tastes in clothing or fetish. Nonetheless, they are quite understanding of our quirks.
I was dressed in a very tight red rubber skirt that came to just below my knees; a true hobble skirt forcing me to take very small steps. I wore a matching red top with Victorian styling. Red gloves and high heeled red boots of course. A transparent red skinsuit with a hood that has open eyes and mouth under all that completed my enclosure. My red burqa covered it all, of course, at the restaurant, but I did get the opportunity to show the outfit underneath off a bit once we all came back home.
Our other recent outing with friends occurred when Sir discovered that an old college friend was visiting in the area (thanks to Facebook status updates). He arranged for us to meet her and her wife at a Hibachi restaurant for lunch. They have a beautiful little girl and we had a fine time watching the show the chef put on.
I wore my black rubber kimono for that outing, under a black burqa. Again, Sir was kind enough to let me speak and Hibachi is wonderful for having all the food in bite sized bits.
This couple IS into fetish and were dressed in very nice rubber outfits, green leggings on one, a red skirt on the other, and both in white rubber blouses. Their daughter was in regular kid's clothing, but evinced her desire to "dress like my mommies" multiple times.
Again, I was able to remove the burqa once we got home and show off my kimono a bit. It has very long sleeves and an appliquéd pattern of white and red cranes on the bottom half. It was nice just sitting and reminiscing over university, which for us was 4 decades ago.
We talked a bit about how we all got into fetish and our friend's wife told us her story. They live in the pacific Northwest now so we had stories to swap of latex in wet climates. We haven't spoken to our friend in many years and she did not know anything about our time in Ireland.
It was later that week that Sir took me to the Arboretum to see the flowers and the glass sculptures. I was dressed in a white latex skinsuit, my full skirted white rubber dress (what I call my Easter dress :) and a white burqa over it. It was, thankfully, a relatively cool day with the temperatures only in the 80's. We were done and back in the air conditioning of the car before the temperature really began to rise.
So that has been my spring and summer so far. I am very glad to feel better now. Sir looked after me wonderfully while I was sick and was always most attentive to my needs. Of course, he ultimately came down with it too, but it only lasted a few days with him. I am not sure why mine was so persistent and enervating.
I have returned to the web, chatting a bit and going out on Second Life. I missed a couple of events in Second Life that I wanted to attend. But it has been nice to chat with folk who were beginning to think I had fallen off the end of the earth.
Let me say, I am back and feeling much better, so look to hear from me again soon.
My illness seems to have been a bad bout of flu I picked up in May. Nothing too serious, but it left me exhausted and feeling out of sorts for several weeks. But by mid-June I was mostly recovered.
For those of you who will ask, yes, I stuck to my regimen of only wearing latex clothing, although it was often a rubber nightgown and peignoir worn around the house all day. I just had no energy and was suffering stomach upset. If I had been several years younger I would have sworn I was newly pregnant!
We did make a trip out to the local arboretum to see the glass sculptures of Chihuly and we've had dinner a few times with distant friends come a-visiting, but much of the time has been spent just reclining around the house. Only in the past two or three weeks have I even felt like web surfing, writing, or coming online at all.
I did get a fair amount of reading done and have enjoyed gardening in the past few weeks as I started to feel better. Of course, here in Texas gardening in late June in latex is a bit dicey.
Sir has set up a sprinkling mister over my entire garden space. It is under this that I work, trimming back my roses, laying down rubber mulch and planting new flowers, tomatoes, strawbs, and lettuce. It is a bit like I used to do in Ireland in that I am essentially working in the rain. Unlike Ireland, however, the sky is clear and the sun is still hot. I seldom do more than a half hour at a time before Sir orders me into the pool.
Typically, I wear either a white or metallic blue full enclosure latex skinsuit for these efforts, or a transparent skinsuit with a black rubber maillot swimsuit over it. Occasionally, I am required to wear a burqa while doing my gardening, but only for a short while. The 'rain' comes down on me and the plants alike and I am thoroughly soaked and slick with water shortly after I start anytime I go out in the garden.
After about 30 minutes Sir orders me into our pool which is beside my garden area. It is an amazing relief to step into it and take off swimming from one end to the other. It is really a play pool, not a diving pool and as such it is only about 4 feet deep at each end and 5 feet in the center. Perfect for a few laps and for being able to stop anytime I want.
We have had a nice little harvest of tomatoes, strawberries, and lettuce from my previous efforts. And our peach tree finally fruited this year so we have many little peaches.
As i began to feel more energetic, we went out to dinner with some old friends. We went to a nice fish restaurant where I could comfortably sit in my red burqa and nibble at a plate of fish under it. Of course we garnered a few looks and some whispered comments, but the staff were very nice. Sir let me speak while we were out on that excursion. Our friends are aware of our lifestyle but do not share our tastes in clothing or fetish. Nonetheless, they are quite understanding of our quirks.
I was dressed in a very tight red rubber skirt that came to just below my knees; a true hobble skirt forcing me to take very small steps. I wore a matching red top with Victorian styling. Red gloves and high heeled red boots of course. A transparent red skinsuit with a hood that has open eyes and mouth under all that completed my enclosure. My red burqa covered it all, of course, at the restaurant, but I did get the opportunity to show the outfit underneath off a bit once we all came back home.
I wore my black rubber kimono for that outing, under a black burqa. Again, Sir was kind enough to let me speak and Hibachi is wonderful for having all the food in bite sized bits.
This couple IS into fetish and were dressed in very nice rubber outfits, green leggings on one, a red skirt on the other, and both in white rubber blouses. Their daughter was in regular kid's clothing, but evinced her desire to "dress like my mommies" multiple times.
Again, I was able to remove the burqa once we got home and show off my kimono a bit. It has very long sleeves and an appliquéd pattern of white and red cranes on the bottom half. It was nice just sitting and reminiscing over university, which for us was 4 decades ago.
We talked a bit about how we all got into fetish and our friend's wife told us her story. They live in the pacific Northwest now so we had stories to swap of latex in wet climates. We haven't spoken to our friend in many years and she did not know anything about our time in Ireland.
It was later that week that Sir took me to the Arboretum to see the flowers and the glass sculptures. I was dressed in a white latex skinsuit, my full skirted white rubber dress (what I call my Easter dress :) and a white burqa over it. It was, thankfully, a relatively cool day with the temperatures only in the 80's. We were done and back in the air conditioning of the car before the temperature really began to rise.
So that has been my spring and summer so far. I am very glad to feel better now. Sir looked after me wonderfully while I was sick and was always most attentive to my needs. Of course, he ultimately came down with it too, but it only lasted a few days with him. I am not sure why mine was so persistent and enervating.
I have returned to the web, chatting a bit and going out on Second Life. I missed a couple of events in Second Life that I wanted to attend. But it has been nice to chat with folk who were beginning to think I had fallen off the end of the earth.
Let me say, I am back and feeling much better, so look to hear from me again soon.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Catching Up with Friends and Family
I am trying this new Google posting interface. I hope it works.
I suddenly realized I had not posted in months and thought that, with Christmas, a New Year, and now months into 2012, perhaps I should not be so remiss in letting folks know what has been happening in my rubbered life.
First, Christmas: We had a lovely one. Our son came to visit with his girlfriend. I received a new black rubber dress and a black and white umber that is stunning. I also received a very elaborate hood, in black and red, and some nice new rubber gloves. For Sir, I had acquired some new latex slacks and a very nice shirt.
After a quiet Christmas, wearing a red rubber dress over two catsuits for the holiday and not having to wear a burqa all day since I could be fully hooded and silenced while Sir, Son, and Girlfriend enjoyed Christmas, I spent the first part of boxing day in bondage, silenced, being tube fed and immobilized on our Corbu recliner. Sir put me into this first thing in the morning, wearing only a catsuit and new hood and decided to play with me most of the morning. This was in our bedroom.
However, I could hear our son and his girlfriend enjoying themselves in our formal playroom. She is a most enthusiastic sub and it was strange and oddly exciting to listen to their play while I was helpless and at Sir's mercy. The immobilization routine he follows with me on the lounger is designed to remove all control from me and to deliver me to him fully. It involves bodily function control, tubes, breathing management, and electrical and manual stimulation. By noon I was exhausted but very happy.
For that day I was in the new hood which has a built in gag, fits over the front of the face quite tightly and can have vision obscured if he desires. It's breathing tubes are routed to the back of the neck as well. Once satisfied with the immobilization play, he allowed me to finish dressing with the new black and white rubber bandage dress securing me tightly, then decided we would go out shopping...and so wrapped me in my white burqa and its hood.
Our son by this time had also released his girlfriend and we all went out for the afternoon shopping. Son decided to have his GF wear my red burqa and its matching silencing hood. It is a very strange thing to watch your progeny pulling a tight rubber hood over the face of his girlfriend, adjusting it well, then zipping it shut over her mouth to silence her.
I stood, already covered in my burqa as he did so and it was thrilling to watch her disappear under the mass of red rubber flowing around her. She wore a red dress tight to the ankles and red gloves as well. This is not her usual rubber attire, but Son had given her the dress for Christmas and it was beautiful and strict and very sleek under the volumes of rubber in the burqa. I seldom get to see someone else being draped in these wonderful rubber burqas. It was quite thrilling.
She and I were told to stay together, hold each other by our rubber gloved hands and to enjoy our shopping trip. Of course, we were both silenced and actually gagged this day so we had nothing to say, but exchanged looks often through the several layers obscuring our features and faces, silencing us totally. It was amazing to wander the mall that day, watching folks returning gifts and buying bargains. We walked hand in rubber hand, red and white burqas flowing around us, flanked by our menfolk in their latex street wear and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Occasionally we would turn to one another as if we could speak or share some comment, but of course, we could not. We could only stare into each other's perforated mesh, centered in the burqa's panel, forming the only faces we would know for the rest of the day. It was bizarre and beautiful and we loved it. We did communicate a bit through hand gestures, but generally just walked between our men, holding hands gently.
Son and his GF returned to LA a few days later. She wore her more usual rubber manga attire to fly in and we saw them off at the airport. She looks so cute as a rubber manga doll! One is hard pressed to recall her draped and hidden and obscured in yards upon yards of soft flowing rubber burqa. I am so glad Son had her do that so I could see what others see when I am fully encased and enveloped by these shimmering rubbery garments.
For New Year's we attended an evening play followed by a private party with a couple of friends. I have mentioned our Swiss friends Kermit and Annemarie before. They were here visiting the US for the holiday and we enjoyed a lively New Year's eve with them. We actually stayed the night with them in their hotel suite and I was thus introduced to 2012 in serious bondage and with the attentions of two very kinky friends. It was quite an experience, including severe breath control, bondage, needle play, and finally being allowed to experience multiple people taking pleasure from me simultaneously.
New Years day was spent recuperating, wrapped in rubber in their suite until the late afternoon when I slipped my blue burqa on over the blue dress I had worn for our little party and Sir and I made our way home. I still had some reminders of Annemarie's proclivities after we got home and was quite sore for a few days.
Since then we have been homebodies, seldom going out in January or even February except to dinner a few times a week. Sir was ill in early `February for a while and did not feel like doing anything but laying wrapped in his rubber cassock and sipping hot tea which I made copiously. He got better and has been working hard the past month. He has also been traveling which leaves me alone, free to follow his dictates by we and by phone. I seem to still spend most of my time in silencing hoods over rubber dresses.
But then last week I caught his cold or whatever and so, for a few days last week I was the one wrapped in rubber robe, sipping tea and doing nothing for days.
I occasionally log into Second Life and the fine folks at Darkadia in the Clan of the Latex Web have offered to let me live in their sim. It is all being remodeled and is based on the art and philosophy of Michael Manning's work which I love.
I hope that brings everyone up to date. We have had an interesting first part of 2012. We hope to travel out to LA to see our son on his home turf sometime soon.
Regards,
Lady
I suddenly realized I had not posted in months and thought that, with Christmas, a New Year, and now months into 2012, perhaps I should not be so remiss in letting folks know what has been happening in my rubbered life.
First, Christmas: We had a lovely one. Our son came to visit with his girlfriend. I received a new black rubber dress and a black and white umber that is stunning. I also received a very elaborate hood, in black and red, and some nice new rubber gloves. For Sir, I had acquired some new latex slacks and a very nice shirt.
After a quiet Christmas, wearing a red rubber dress over two catsuits for the holiday and not having to wear a burqa all day since I could be fully hooded and silenced while Sir, Son, and Girlfriend enjoyed Christmas, I spent the first part of boxing day in bondage, silenced, being tube fed and immobilized on our Corbu recliner. Sir put me into this first thing in the morning, wearing only a catsuit and new hood and decided to play with me most of the morning. This was in our bedroom.
However, I could hear our son and his girlfriend enjoying themselves in our formal playroom. She is a most enthusiastic sub and it was strange and oddly exciting to listen to their play while I was helpless and at Sir's mercy. The immobilization routine he follows with me on the lounger is designed to remove all control from me and to deliver me to him fully. It involves bodily function control, tubes, breathing management, and electrical and manual stimulation. By noon I was exhausted but very happy.
For that day I was in the new hood which has a built in gag, fits over the front of the face quite tightly and can have vision obscured if he desires. It's breathing tubes are routed to the back of the neck as well. Once satisfied with the immobilization play, he allowed me to finish dressing with the new black and white rubber bandage dress securing me tightly, then decided we would go out shopping...and so wrapped me in my white burqa and its hood.
Our son by this time had also released his girlfriend and we all went out for the afternoon shopping. Son decided to have his GF wear my red burqa and its matching silencing hood. It is a very strange thing to watch your progeny pulling a tight rubber hood over the face of his girlfriend, adjusting it well, then zipping it shut over her mouth to silence her.
I stood, already covered in my burqa as he did so and it was thrilling to watch her disappear under the mass of red rubber flowing around her. She wore a red dress tight to the ankles and red gloves as well. This is not her usual rubber attire, but Son had given her the dress for Christmas and it was beautiful and strict and very sleek under the volumes of rubber in the burqa. I seldom get to see someone else being draped in these wonderful rubber burqas. It was quite thrilling.
She and I were told to stay together, hold each other by our rubber gloved hands and to enjoy our shopping trip. Of course, we were both silenced and actually gagged this day so we had nothing to say, but exchanged looks often through the several layers obscuring our features and faces, silencing us totally. It was amazing to wander the mall that day, watching folks returning gifts and buying bargains. We walked hand in rubber hand, red and white burqas flowing around us, flanked by our menfolk in their latex street wear and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Occasionally we would turn to one another as if we could speak or share some comment, but of course, we could not. We could only stare into each other's perforated mesh, centered in the burqa's panel, forming the only faces we would know for the rest of the day. It was bizarre and beautiful and we loved it. We did communicate a bit through hand gestures, but generally just walked between our men, holding hands gently.
Son and his GF returned to LA a few days later. She wore her more usual rubber manga attire to fly in and we saw them off at the airport. She looks so cute as a rubber manga doll! One is hard pressed to recall her draped and hidden and obscured in yards upon yards of soft flowing rubber burqa. I am so glad Son had her do that so I could see what others see when I am fully encased and enveloped by these shimmering rubbery garments.
For New Year's we attended an evening play followed by a private party with a couple of friends. I have mentioned our Swiss friends Kermit and Annemarie before. They were here visiting the US for the holiday and we enjoyed a lively New Year's eve with them. We actually stayed the night with them in their hotel suite and I was thus introduced to 2012 in serious bondage and with the attentions of two very kinky friends. It was quite an experience, including severe breath control, bondage, needle play, and finally being allowed to experience multiple people taking pleasure from me simultaneously.
New Years day was spent recuperating, wrapped in rubber in their suite until the late afternoon when I slipped my blue burqa on over the blue dress I had worn for our little party and Sir and I made our way home. I still had some reminders of Annemarie's proclivities after we got home and was quite sore for a few days.
Since then we have been homebodies, seldom going out in January or even February except to dinner a few times a week. Sir was ill in early `February for a while and did not feel like doing anything but laying wrapped in his rubber cassock and sipping hot tea which I made copiously. He got better and has been working hard the past month. He has also been traveling which leaves me alone, free to follow his dictates by we and by phone. I seem to still spend most of my time in silencing hoods over rubber dresses.
But then last week I caught his cold or whatever and so, for a few days last week I was the one wrapped in rubber robe, sipping tea and doing nothing for days.
I occasionally log into Second Life and the fine folks at Darkadia in the Clan of the Latex Web have offered to let me live in their sim. It is all being remodeled and is based on the art and philosophy of Michael Manning's work which I love.
I hope that brings everyone up to date. We have had an interesting first part of 2012. We hope to travel out to LA to see our son on his home turf sometime soon.
Regards,
Lady
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