Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Weekend Party

This past weekend Sir took me to a private party for latex fetishists. He has communicated with the couple we met in the mall and it turned out they were going to this get-together. An invitation from the host of the party appeared in Sir's inbox a few days later. We barely had time to plan, but managed somehow. He thought you might enjoy reading about some of our time there.

The venue was a large private home in a town north of us. There were about 15 people (7 couples and 1 threesome) and our hosts provided rooms for everyone. The only requirement was to be in latex all the time from arrival Friday afternoon until leaving Sunday afternoon.

We drove up on Friday with me in my blue burqa over a blue dress, hood, gloves, stockings and tight black 7 inch spike heel knee boots. Under the dress I was in a transparent blue skin suit with eye, nose, mouth openings and the crotch had entry holes for filling with plugs front and rear and for accessing genitals. The zipper on this skinsuit does not go through the crotch. Sir was in black latex slacks, shirt, and jacket.

 Arriving guests were shown to their rooms (the house has 10 bedrooms) and the rule of the house explained again. All latex all the time. No one was to be seen in anything but rubber until after noon on Sunday.  Showing skin was OK, but no other material was to be worn. Everyone was fairly local and many arrived in latex as we did, driving into the country rather than flying to a nearby airport and renting.

Our hosts were dressed in very extreme rubber and she, in particular, appeared in bondage throughout the weekend. She was at least 6 feet tall in her bare feet, large breasted with a slender waist moving into perfectly sized hips and buttocks.

Over the weekend, she wore several fantastic outfits, including corsets that were amazingly laced to certainly no more than 18-20 inches, but her hands and arms were always bound, her head and face hooded with bizarre hoods and she was usually gagged.

Her catsuits were smoothly fitted to her frame and her dresses were stunning with elaborate details, appliqu├ęs, and silhouettes. Her corsets were extreme and one was a venus corset designed to make it appear that she had no arms. That one was in bright gold latex and topped a matching evening gown with a train. It was rear zipped from floor to waist with a multi-slide zipper providing easy access while maintaining the hobbling effect of the zipper at the ankles.

As I said, she is a very tall woman with a wonderful figure, standing imperiously straight due to her corsets, and wearing 8-10 inch heels with platforms adding to her natural height. All in all, she was incredibly elegant, poised, and intimidating, particularly hooded as she was. This made her look rather unapproachable. She reminded me, since we never saw her face, and never saw her hands or arms, of some statue you were afraid would crack and crumble if you touched it.

In reality, as I would learn, she has a wonderfully friendly and easy going personality. She too was a teacher in her career, teaching in an elementary school for about 25 years before retiring. Her husband, our host, had been an engineer, but had retired a few years before to move to a country house and pursue his hobbies which seem to be latex and BDSM. The couple had met at a BDSM munch in San Francisco about 10 years before and have been married for 8. They had found the large farmhouse and renovated it for their own tastes (including two play rooms or 'dungeons' as everyone called them) and decided to have latex dinner parties. That had evolved shortly into latex overnight parties.

He tended to wear total enclosure suits which fit very tightly while his mask and headgear were large and elaborate. In particular, one hood had several tubes emerging from it plus an inner microphone with a speaker mounted on the outside of the suit under a thin mesh of latex. No one could understand or hard;ly hear him unless he activated this little device to communicate.

Sir and I were shown to our room, a large bedroom with en suite bath and a king sized bed. Sir had asked about latex bed clothes, but the host did not provide these, so Sir had brought ours as well as my vacuum bed. He assembled it while I remade the bed in our style.

Of course we had brought along a collection of toys and playthings, but also found the room was equipped with a glass fronted cabinet filled with bright, clean, and quite amazing rubber and steel toys. It was like having a mini-bar in your hotel room but with filled with fresh erotic paraphernalia.

It was then that Sir explained that I was to remain in my burqa'd form entirely and completely until we returned home. For the next 36-40 hours I would be encased in the same skinsuit, dress, hood, gloves, and stockings and wear the same burqa with its second silencing hood. I would not be allowed to bathe, eat, or drink normally during that time. I was sealed and would remain so.

With that announcement, he proceeded to romance, bind, and stimulate me to an immense orgasm as I imagined what it would be like being sealed for the entire weekend in the same outfit, veiled by my burqa, silenced by my hood, fed by a tube, and enjoying the stimulation of my plugs.

More later ... :)


Monday, March 04, 2013

Weekend Shopping

We went out shopping on Saturday and had a bit of fun. We went to one of the larger malls in Dallas. People walk this mall for exercise and it is even marked for them to know their distance. Not only that, but it is marked on both sides of the concourse so if you walk the inner edge you get a somewhat shorter distance than if you walk the outer edge.

We were really just browsing. During the morning I had been gardening and this was a comfortable way to spend the afternoon before dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant.

But about halfway around the mall I looked out through my blue burqa with the goggle eyes and saw a couple approaching us. He was dressed in black and she was in a stunning purple latex dress. As they approached they noticed us and veered over to introduce themselves.

I was silenced, of course and could not speak, but this did not seem to phase them. They knew of my blog and the woman said it was some of her favorite reading...a comment that always makes me blush.

Sir explained that I was restricted and silenced and carried the conversation. He complimented the woman on her gorgeous dress and I nodded vigorously to show that I agreed.

The dress was tea length, with a full skirt, boned corset waist, and low cut top all in a semi-transparrent rubber. Nothing inappropriate showed, however. She was wearing dark foundations and ankle high cantilevered boots with no heel...fashionable pony boots. I have a similar pair, but hers were slightly different and very nice. She said she had acquired them in Italy.

There is a coffee bar with tables, chairs, and sofas and plush chairs in the middle of the concourse, so we headed there. We sat down and had a coffee (at least three of them did :) ) and chatted a bit. They explained that they enjoyed latex, mostly fashionable rubber, and were aware but not participatory in the latex 'scene' very much. However, they knew from this blog that we lived in the area  so we discussed some of the ins and outs of rubber in a conservative public space like a North Dallas shopping Mall.  

Truth be told, we did get quite a lot of looks, particularly since I was kneeling next to Sir, rather than sitting on the couch next to him, but most people just ignored us. Not, however, our new acquaintances. She said they had been approached many times during their visit to the mall with people asking where she got the dress, who made the dress, and was the dress latex, and how much they loved the look of the dress. A pair of young women stepped over as they were leaving the coffee bar and said they thought her dress was fantastic. They looked at me, but said nothing.

The men shared some interests, particularly in technology and software and Sir mentioned that he ran a development company. they chatted for a while. During that time, she queried me on lifestyle, enclosure, hoods, gags, etc. She was pretty good about asking yes/no questions I could answer.

I was not in heavy restraint and my arms were free to slip through the slits in my burqa (although they were secured to my chest above the elbow and, of course, gloved in the matching metallic blue of my burqa. But I had enough range of motion to gesture and communicate as needed. I was amazed that my kneeling in an obviously submissive manner next to Sir did not seem to faze her at all. He distinctly gave me permission to chat with her (non-verbally, of course) and she never blinked an eye.

When our coffees were done, we exchanged numbers and promised to call and get together again, then went our separate ways. It was a nice serendipitous meeting and I hope we meet them again sometime.

Afterwards, we made our way to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Sir allowed me to change in the ladies room from a silencing hood under the burqa to one with a mouth hole and to have a nice dinner...with angel hair pasta which is a challenge to eat under a burqa!

I was allowed to sit a the table and we actually had a wonderfully romantic dinner. The restaurant was not too full and it was quiet. I managed my veal carefully and we laughed and chatted about our day. Two old married people enjoying an afternoon and evening out...he in latex slacks and shirt, she in total enclosure catsuits, dress and blue rubber burqa.