A Nice Holiday Weekend

We had a very nice quiet weekend here. I had some time to chat with online friends and spend some time with Sir. we wnet up north for a day, exploring new parts of Ireland. The weather was not conducive to siteseeing exactly; it was windy and rainy and cold, but the scenery was beautiful and there is nothing better for such weather than multiple layers of latex.

I was actually quite comfortable in a whole body catsuit (one of my thin transparent ones), a corset,and stockings, then a dress, gloves, and boots all under a burqa. I was in the white burqa, silenced by the hood, for the entire day we were out and never felt the cold.

Some people have taken me to task saying that rubber does not insulate well, but let me say that when you are wearing three layers of all encompassing latex, and you have air space under them as i do under the burqa, then they become quite warm, particularly when you are walking around in them even in a windy, cold rain.

We wandered a bit seeing some old churches and a castle. (a side comment here: A badly decomposed body was just found hanging from a tree not 50 yards from the main road leading to a popular castle near us. It is a castle Sir and I visited just a couple of weeks ago. My skin crawls to think how close we passed to this poor person's body as we drove and walked about the castle grounds).

The buildings and towns up north were quite interesting. We had several people show a considerable amount of interest in a silent, white rubbered burqa'd woman. We saw several muslim women in one town (Ireland's muslim population has risen 500% in the last few years, I am told). They were quite interested in me as well, but did not approach. These were mostly women wearing hijab, but with a few niqabis in their number.

Yesterday we spent most of the day at home, with just a few hours out shopping. I was in my red burqa most of the day and then wore it again today. I still wear the black one from time to time, but do not find it as enjoyable as the red and white ones. I do not know when my blue one will be ready...I hope Sir has ordered it, but he won't tell me.

Today i spent the day at home, but went out later in the afternoon. Sir had flown to Dublin for the day and he wanted me to meet him at the airport when he returned this evening. Since I was on my own and needed to catch a cab, i did not wear a complete gag under my burqa, just a black open faced hood that has a lower half that covers my nose and mouth. It keeps me from talking, but I can pull it down when I have to speak and it still fits well.

I spent the afternoon in an internet cafe, sipping espresso and chatting with friends online, then cauht a cab to th eairport. There I met sir as he returned from Dublin and we went out to the parking lot where he had parked his car this morning.

let me tell you, a woman in a bright red burqa gets quite a lot of stares at the tiny little airport here. I also garnered a fair amount of attention from a pair of ladies in the cafe. They could not take their eyes off me and kept looking at me as I typed on the computer with my red gloved hands, emerging from the arm slits. The dress I wore was black, but I wore red elbow length gloves over the sleeves so they would match the burqa when I used my hands.

So that was the long weekend and today (Tuesday). Very restful and fun. I hope everyone else had as nice a weekend.

regards
Lady

Impressions in Latex

The smooth folds of my dress engulf me and enfold me in a soft latex embrace. The black, full length dress floats around me as I twirl in front of my mirror.

Next, the gloves...I pull elbow length gloves up my arms and under the sleeves of my dress. \they are very tight and i stare at the black shiny hands as I flex my fingers.

After that, my boots...knee high with slender heels 4 inches tall. the rubber they are made from is shiny and slick, thicker than my dress rubber.

Lastly, my hood. I pull it on, its wide, open eyes and mouth fitting nicely over my face and lips. I reach back to zip it down, but suddenly I feel sir's hands pulling the edges of the hood together and zipping tightly into my soft black headgear.

Finally, we are ready to depart. This means I have to put the white burqa with its integrated hood on. First I turn the burqa inside out, revealing the hood. then i put it over my black hood and smooth it into place. The perforated eyes fall into place, the nose holes line up with the ones in the inner hood and the closed mouth area slips into place over my lips, covering them in tight white latex.

Sir drapes the bulk of the burqa over my face and begins to pull the edges of the zio together. He slowly slodes the zipper down from the crown of the hood to its base. The tightness of the hood over my mouth is astounding. It surprises me everytime i wear it. It will settle in just a little while and be most comfortable, but I am always amazed at how effective a gag just a thin piece of latex stretched over my mouth is.

I lift and drape the burqa over my head, positioning its perforated panel over my hood's eyes. I can see and I check that I can breathe comfrotably, then signal to Sir that I am ready.

As we walk out of the house, I catch site of myself in our hallway mirror. The soft white folds of my burqa swirl as I turn and the mesh over my face adds mystery to the look. I feel my gloved hands and the press of hoods aainst my face and know that i am safe and secure, submissive and obedient...and happy.







here are a couple of new pictures since everyone wanted to see the inside hood.

regards
Lady

The Pope's Speech

J in San Jose has commented below with the link to the pope's actual speech. it is


http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2006/september/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20060912_university-regensburg_en.html


As J says, it is quite academic although very readable, and discusses the role of reason in faith. The reference to the byzantine emperor was, indeed, merely hisorical and taken completely out of context by the press and presumably by others who used the quote to start a controversy.

This is a fine example of the dangers of a non-analytical, attention deficit press who are more interested in finding and reporting a controversy than in educaing and informing the public. Nowhere have I heard any coverage of WHO first took umbrage at the statement, HOW it propogated from the pope's presentation to the world outside the university, whether there was a a deliberate desire to fan flames of controversy or if it was accidentally misunderstood by someone, etc, etc...in effect, the press has completely abdicated itself worldwide of any responsibility for informing the public of the underlying reality and has decided, rather, to merely pander to the controversy by 'truthfully' mentioning that there is a controversy.

I recommend everyone read the speech...I do NOT agree with much of it, but it is informative about Benedict's mindset and can provide insights into what we can expect from the Vatican over the next few years.

This question of reason and faith should be examined by religious leaders of all faiths and specific statements about its validity made. If reason is considered anathema to faith by a particular religion then just knowing this can aid in attempts to communicate and coexist even though the points of view may be divergent.

regards
Lady

Day to Day

Nothing too amazing to report this month. We went out to the far west of Ireland into the Connemara region last week. Beautiful mountains and very rocky shores.

Had a nice experience in the town of Castlebar where I met a very nice woman in a shop and we talked for about twenty minutes. I have had no problems with being covered in public. The woman I was talking with thought my red rubber burqa was quite nice and very useful in thewindy wet weather we had that day.

I am a bit concerned right now over these reports about the Pope's comments. I suspect the actual event has been completely misrepresented by the news media since I have been unable to gather the context in which he quoted a 14th century emperor.

The news media, even when carefully told what the speech was about, insisted on using the most negative terms and connotations without ever delving into the actual text of the speech beyond the one quote.

I would say, of course, that without more information it is impossible to understand what he was trying to convey.

Today we are off to do a bit of shopping and siteseeing at some nearby museums, then a movie later I will wear my white burqaa with the hood and be silent for the day. Sir does not expect any issues from the current tension. The people here in Ireland are quite rational and very accepting.

The white burqa is becoming my favorite. The sensuous feel of having the hood pulled tight across my face, zipped shut and then locked on with a collar (something new he has started recently) is just amazing. Then, when he drapes the burqa over me, cutting my vision even further, I shiver in excitement.

I've worn my black burqa a bit, but frankly it has become less my favorite over time. Sir is talking about having a blue one made now with a straightjacket leotard built in. \this would have a hood and body suit through the crotch along with arms that were wrapped around and bound in back to provide full restriction. I can only imagine what wandering around in such a garment will feel like.

The rest of our latex lifestyle continues. When at home I am wearing rubber all the time as is Sir. he has taken to wearing a full catsuit under his street clothes most of the time. At home he is wearing his 'alien' suit as I call it quite often as well.



So, we are settled in our new life and I am having plenty of fun while we afre here. I shall write again later and hope everyone is well.

regards
Lady

A month in Ireland

We have finished out first month in Ireland and I must say it has been wonderful.

Nothing very noteworthy has occurred. We have not had a chance to do much siteseeing yet. I have wanderd around our village and gone into the city centre a few times. Mostly, however, I have been busy unpacking our goods (which only arrived a few days ago) and setting up the new house.

Sir has not decided to buy property here yet, so we are leasing a large 4 bedroom house. It is a bit smaller than we are used to, but we judiciously chose to store many of our books and collectibles.


Finally, after many requests, here is a snapshot of me in my newest white burqa. It has an internal hood that zips very tightly around my face and head. The hood has perforations for each eye, and no mouth hole. Wearing it is an intense exoperience because the hood is very tight against my face, I am completely silenced (even if Sir has not inserted a gag in my mouth) and trying to see things through the double perforations is difficult to say the least.


Below is a shot of what the hood attached to the top of theburqa looks like.
Everything appears sort of fuzzy and hazy when i wear this one. The two layers of perforations in front of my eyes make things seem unreal and soft around the edges.


I shall write more later.

Regards
Lady

A Busy Month

My apologies for taking so long to write here again. It has been a most busy month or so.

Sir has started his new company and, in the intervening time, we have migrated to Ireland as I mentioned in earlier posts.

It is quite lovely here. Very cool and windy and rainy much of the time, but when the sun comes out we have lovely afternoons. We are learning our way around and seeking a new house to purchase.

Last night we visited one of Sir's investors at a dinner party he gave. I was allowed to speak and to actually remove my burqa when we visited his home. I had worn my white burqa with its builtin hood while we were out, so i was silenced on the way there, but i took it off once we were in the house.

These investors were mostly people we had already met on previous trips and they were familiar with my particular dress habits.

Getting ready for the party had been most enjoyable. I decided that a long slinky black dinner dress would be most appropriate. I wore it over a grey transparent skinsuit with an open faced hood attached as well as the usual gloves and feet.

Over that I wore a corset in black latex with it laced comfortably. Sir laced me in as he has been doing, but for some reason last night the sensations were heightened. Feeling the rubber tighten slowly over my latex skinsuit was somehoe more erotic and compelling this night.

I pulled the dress on over all this and it fits wonderfully. ankle length and straight all the way down, it is a bit different from my usual loose skirted dresses. Very formal looking which is how Sir said everyone would be dressed. I pulled on a second pair of gloves as well which went nicely under the 3/4 length sleeves of the dress.

Although I was going to remain open faced, I had intended to pull on a second, black hood that would have covered my transparent hood. This was open faced as well, but matches the dress nicely and provides a hat like effect. I have never really cared for the look of hair plastered under the transparent hoods so I tend to cover it even though mine is very short.

Sir however, nixed that idea and had me slick my thin, short blond hair back tightly before putting the transparent skinsuit hood on. I must say that, perfectly laid flat and seerely slicked first, it looked quite nice all evening under my hood.

As we were leaving I put on the white burqa with its internal hood. This hood has perforations at the eyes and no mouthhole so I am silenced while wearing it.

The hood zips in back which means I pull it on with the burqa thrown over my back. It is very heavy feeling and i adjust it carefully, then Sir reached up under the folds of white latex and zipped it shut. The sense of it tightenting agains my face is always wonderfully powerful, but this night it was even more so.

Perhaps the fact that the burqa's hood was touching my face for the first time was why it felt so sensuous and stimulating. When Sir tossed the front of the burqa over my hood and I straightened it, making sure the perforations in the hood and the perforated panel in the burqa lined up to provide as much vision as possible. For some reason the action was more erotic than i usually find it. A distinct frisson of sexual arousal and anticipation flooded over me as Sir helped me straighten the burqa.

Our trip to the dinner party was quiet and uneventful, but I was growing more excited all the time. I was quietly aroused the entire evening. Sir took care of that later when we got back home, but I swear, putting my burqa back on as we were leaving was nearly orgasmic!

Well, that'senough for now. I just wanted to let everyone know that we are both well and living in Ireland now. Sir's business is shaping up quickly and we are settling in quite well.

I shall write more later

Regards
Lady

Things Getting Back to Normal

Today we seem to be getting back to normal. Sir is feeling much better, has more energy and his vitals are back to normal. He is still a bit weak and tires quickly as we walk around, but that improves everytime we go out.

Today we went out looking at new sewing machines for me, did some shopping and started thinking about our upcoming move to Ireland. We need to start planning it in earnest soon. We will be going over there again soon to look at living accomodations. We must decide what to do about our home here as well.

We also went to see the new X-Men movie which was enjoyable for its costumes, but I found the story a bit weak. It was nice to see Famke Jansenn in her red dress, but she almost had no lines. The young actress Ellen Page as Kitty Pryde did a wonderful job and truly caught the essence of the character.

We are off on travels again next week...Sir has some business and he is bringing me along. I shall be with him in the capacity of his private rubber nurse, I suppose :-)

Take care everyone (and thank you for all the nice thoughts during Sir's illness)

Regards
Lady

Pneumonia

What a couple of weeks!
As soon as we returned from Ireland, Sir came down with pneumonia and spent a week in hospital. It was most distressing. However, he is better now, although still recovering somewhat. He's weak and tires easily.

So it has been a slow fortnight. First he was in hospital and I was spending a great deal of time at the hospital, then when he came home, he has been resting and I have been playing nursemaid.

Ok, so there HAS been a bit of fun in the past week, playing nursemaid..:-)

Aside from that, Sir has received his new priest's cassock in long black latex. I love the way it looks on him and he's been wearing it this past week as a robe while resting. I've been tending him mostly in my nun's habit.

We have not been out much, but I did get a few comments on my latex dresses when I visited Sir in hospital. I typically wore an ankle length loose fitting dress, stockings, and gloves. Of course I corseted, but I did not cover my face or wear my burqa because that would have probably caused too much consternation for the nurses.

Overall, the nurses were too shy to ask me much about my clothing, but a couple asked what it was made of and commented that it looked nice. I wore white, red, and black on different days.

So we are slowly getting back to normal. Sir is feeling better and breathing easier. We're not sure WHY he contracted pneumonia so suddenly...I had no problems at all, but I was covered in my burqa and hood as we flew back. Perhaps he contracted something on the plane.

Take care everyone
Lady

Visiting Ireland again

Well, we are back in Ireland. We were last here in November. Sir has more business and has brought me along for a holiday.

Went out yesterday in the cool blustery wind and did a bit of shopping and siteseeing.

Much more pleasant weather today. Yesterday reminded me more of San Jose.

Not much else going on. Sir has given me a new white burqa with a full face hood built into the inside. The hood has no mouth and the eyes are covered with perforated latex. This means it obscures my vision because i have to look through two layers of perforations. That is actually ok...it si very snug and comfortable.

All else is fine.

I shall write again soon about our furhter Irish adventures

regards
Lady

Finally a Little Peace

It has been a very hectic and sad couple of weeks but I am finally feeling better now.

First, we heard of the death of a friend of ours in the UK. It was most tragic and unexpected.

On top of that I have been busy with household things and some writing and have not written here for a while. However, things are much better now. I was truly distracted after hearing about our friend, but I am getting my equilibrium back.

Went out yeasterday and had lunch with a colleague. I am considering a return to teaching since I do not have to be completely sealed in latex anymore. That is all startng to take shape. However, I find I still WANT to be covered in public and truly do not feel comfortable on those few occassions when I have ventured out with my head and face uncovered.

For the record, that is still the ONLY part of me that is ever not rubber covered when I go out...and the last time I went out with an uncovered head was in February.

Of course the weather has helped here in the bay area. It has been raining almost non stop throughout March which makes it perfect for rubber burqa wear!

I also had to deal with Sir being gone for a few days and that has always made me restless, particularly since maid is gone. BTW, maid is doing very well and we are expecting to visit her and her partner/mistress sometime this summer.

But the past two days I have spent chatting with friends over the net, wrapped in my dress and hood and burqa all in a wonderful sense of comfort and protection.

Sir and I are getting back to normal after a very busy time. I hope to be writing here again soon. It has been lovely the past two days talking to friends. I hope those of you who were online with me had an enjoyable time too. I truly love chatting and camming with you when I am allowed to do so.

Regards
Lady

An Interesting Evening

I do not usually discuss Sir's and my sexual practices here. I do not have any desire to describe in explicit terms the sexual adventures Sir and I get up to. Suffice it to say they are very enjoyable, rather more involved than missionary, and deeply latex centric.

This log is more about my internal feelings and a look at my day to day life living in latex. However, the other night I had such an intriguing evening which I can discuss in non-explicit terms that I thought i would share. The most intriguing aspect of the evening turned out to be the very lack of anything to writehome about (or blog about).

As a submissive I no longer think in terms of what sexual practices please me. I have almost completely sublimated such reactions into thinking about what pleases Sir. Pleasing HIM pleases me. Fortunately for me, usually, Sir gains pleasure by making me feel pleasure. It is a symbiotic relationship in many ways.

I often refer to the fact that Sir uses me in one way or another for his gratification. As my particular fetish is to be oibjectified, please understand that nothing pleases me more than for him to do this. It is deeply comforting and highly arousing for him to manipulate me in a physical manner as though I were a toy.

Sir has, for many years, preferred oral gratification to genital. That is, he enjoys using my mouth and I find it a wonderful way to be used. But, as usual with Sir, there is a twist.

The other night, as on many other evenings, he came home and found me in a long black rubber dress, corset, boots, gloves, and hood. Sir wen tupstairs to change into some latex for dinner and came down a while later in the catsuit he had worn under his street clothes that day.

I made dinner for us (really miss maid sometiems!) and set it out on the table. However, just as I called him to the table, he came in and put a second hood over my face. This one has no eyeholes, and has a condom sheath that goes in my mouth. He also slipped a rubber armbinder over my arms behind my back and placed an ankle binder around my boots.

He led me over to his chair at the end of the table and had me kneel beside it. A short chain passed from the tip of the armbinder to the ankle binder.

I knew what this meant. He does this from time to time and it always means that he will be using me from time to time over the course of dinner and the rest of the evening to satisfy his sexual needs. By using my mouth which is filled with a rubber sheath, I am made to be his toy, his object, his rubber doll, but I myself and denied even the fleeting gratification of tasting him.

It is hard to explain just how incredibly erotic and arousing I find this. The overwhelming sense of losing my identity, losing control over my body, losing control over my emotions and even my sexuality is explosively exciting and arousing. And, feeling him satisfy himself is quite capable of prompting a climax in me when I have successfully migrated to the headspace that such objectification typically sends me to.

But this night Sir did not use me. He knelt me beside his chair, and, as far as I could tell, ate the dinner I had prepared with gusto. Usually, he would stop sometime during the meal and unzip his suit and utilize me. However, that evening he never touched me, not even to pat my head as he often does.

After his dinner, he moved me into our TV viewing room and knelt me in my usual place next to his chair. Again, I usually am placed facing him so that, as he relaxes, watching a movie, he can use me at a moment's notice. It is not unusual for me to remain like this, rubbered, blinded, silenced, chained, disposable to his whims and urges, for an entire evening, serving as a receptacle to his lust and urges several times through the evening.

On this ocassion however, he did nothing. For the entire evening (over 6 hours I later learned), he never once touched my rubbered body, never gratified himself, never acknowledged my existence.

At the end of his evening of TV, he turned off the set (I could hear it click off when the sound died) then, as far as I could tell, left the room.

I did not know whether to be devastated or overjoyed. I was so confused. On the one hand he had not touched me, had almost acted as if I had displeased him. I had taken a mental inventory of my dress and demeanor several times since he bound me, but I was certain I had not dressed inappropriately. No skin was showing, my corset was tight, my boots high, my gloves in perfect order (a split glove is a VERY bad offense in our household).

On the other hand, he had treated me as the ultimate object; one he simply owned but felt no interest in, did not have any use for that night. There was such an aspect of total abnegation of my being that I found myself breathing fast and hard when I consodered what I must look like to him. I was an end table, a small decoration, a nothing.

I knelt there, vacillating between elation and despair, between fear I would be left there until I died of thirst and excitement at having been transofrmed into the objectified creation I wished.

I do not know how long I kenlt there...five minutes, and hour, two...I simply have no idea. But at some point, I suddenly felt Sir's rubber gloved hands reach around me from behind and squeeze my breasts and nipples (which were quite hard at that moment).

I absolutely exploded. The climax I achieved in that moment was among the strongest in my life. I tried to scream, but the rubber sheath in my mouth prevented evena good scream as I felt my whole rubbered body flowing with hot lust and the followon explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed...After kneeling for hours it was too much to bear and I felt all my muscles go limp with quivering delight. I vaguely recall starting to keel over to my left, then nothing.

I slowly cames awake and discovered myself, still encased, gagged, booted, gloved, bound, and very stiff. I laid there, unmoving. I still could not see, and I felt the post-coital lassitude but I had a sense I had been there for a while. Then, I heard and felt Sir come in, and he sat me upright, un fashioned the chain and the binders. He stood e up on very wobbly legs and undid my condom hood. I was quivering again to feel his hands on me, hoping he would finally use me, but all he did was remove the hood.

I blinked my eyes as they adjusted to light. He did not say a word, but led me out of the home theater room and I was astounded...there was daylight coming in the windows. I had been in there all night long.

Sir took me upstairs, undressed me, and put me to bed again in our bed under the latex sheets and comforter. I drfited back to sleep and didn't wake up until after noon.

What an incredible evening. No psychotropic drug could be more dramatic in its effects.

Regards
Lady

Quiet Days

Nothing much has been happening. Sir is travellign an I travelled with him a bit recently. Different and somewhat disconcerting to travel without the burqa on. I think I may continue to wear it in public. sir says that's OK, if I wish. I was out yesterday and the day before fully covered with it.

I find not wearing a hood when I am outside feels weird. My hair is growing back excellently, although I shall keep it short..I have something in common with Ms Portland, I suppose...saw her picture on Vogue yesterday and thought, "oh yes, I KNOW how that feels"

Had a chance to chat with maid last week. Her new partner is very strict with her time and she does not have much freedom of choice about her life now. She's loving it. She said her partner is very structured and organized and it is her duty to help maintain the organized lifestyle. She's in heaven, I think !


Might be visiting my sister and parents later next month ... and they want me to be there for Easter. That could be fun.

Well, I am off to get lunch. I'm wearing all black today as it is cold and wet here. A simple corset, stockings, dress, gloves, and hood under my black burqa

Take care everyone
Lady

Adjusting to Air

That seems a bit pretentious title, but this marks about 2 full weeks now that I have been unencased. I am pretty much fully adjusted to being touched by air, fabric, and people.

My days and my habits have changed littel. Today we are travelling and I am at the airport in a long white dress like I used to wear. I still enjoy wearing the burqa in public, but am no longer ordered to do so by Sir.

Sir loaned several of his latex hoods and outfits along with some of mine to apriest who was lecturing at a seminary. The idea was to shake the seminarian's world view a bit and make sure they understood that people with alternative lifestyles are just a sspiritual, and just as much deserving of their acceptance and tolerance as anyone. He reported to Sir that the presentation he made (in Sir's elaborate ALIEN suit) was quite successful

All else is well. We were hoping to make the SF Fetish Fair this year, but I think we will be out of town. Sir continues to travel a lot and I shall probably be doing a lot myself.

Now that I am unhooded and unencased, I have begun to think about going back into teaching. I had a chat with my friend about it and she encouraged me to find a university that would be interested. It would be nice. More to follow.

I think that's all for the moment...for the trackers, today i am in all white stockings, corset, and gloves under my white long sleeved full skirted dress ... no hood or gag.

Regards
Lady

Day 1 -- Unencased

Today is my first day in 13 and a half months to be spent uneclosed and unencased in latex. And it is weird. I have not felt air move across my face nor the feeling of a porcelain sink, a granite countertop, a wooden spoon, or a leather chair under my hand in over a year.

I find myself running my hands over things I have not had true contact with in a year. These include Sir's face and the sensation is...disturbing.

Not unpleasant...but the sensation is SO very different from my experience over the past 13 months. not the smooth, muted slickness of my rubbered hands touching his face, or his mask. Not the sensation of soft rubber under my fingers. Not the sensation of being separate from everything, protected and isolated in a smooth integuement of rubber.

I actually find it a bit painful when I feel the wind on my face through the open window. My skin on my cheeks is hypersensitive and tender. BUt I suppose that will pass.

I miss being covered head to toe. I dressed in lovely smoky grey transparent stockings, latex panties and corset (I have not worn panties for a year...the skinsuits served) and my favorite blak rubber dress. Sir wanted me to not wear gloves or a hood today around the house. He wants me to get used to being unrubbered.

The weirdest feeling so far is the breeze moving over my head. My hair has not been trimmed in almost two weeks (since he decided to cease the total enclosure) so I have a bit of fuzz on my head. The feel of his hands holding my naked head and running over my head stubble is bizarre.

Went out for a little this evening. I will still wear my burqa at least for a while. It is comfortable and covered my baldness. But it felt odd having it over my face directly, not covering a hood or two. I was allowed to wear my gloves, of course, but then had to remove them when we got home.

Tonight, Sir says I can not sleep in my vac bed because he has to sleep too. But he says I can sleep in my lavender rubber nightgown at least.

Regards
Lady

The experiment is ending

Well, 13 months and 2 weeks after I first encased myself totally in latex 24/7. the experiment, the project, the protocol, whatever we decide to call it, is coming to an end.

Sir has decided that it is just too difficult for me to continue the regimen without maid's help. And neither of us are looking to replace our dear friend and love just yet.

I tried to continue for the past 2 weeks since she left, but there is just too many parts to the regimen that I need help with. From cleaning skinsuits, to making sure I am dry and lotioned properly, to corsetting and dressing it is a lot. Of course I do it when we travel but in those cases I have Sir to help me.These past two weeks have just become too time consuming a burden

And I let myself stay wet on my back and had a slight rash develop. Sir decided then tht it is time relax the 24/7 regiemen.

Now, this does not mean I will not be in rubber most of the time. I will still wear latex dresses, gloves, hoods, my corsets and my burqa. I shall even wear my skinsuits much of the time, but, like most fetishists, I shall take everything off and shall not try to maintain total enclosure, particularly over my face.

I shall blog here to let everyone know how the re-entry into the world goes. And Sir has said that it is quite acceptable for me to veil in public in my burqa if I wish. I think I shall continue to do that. I hae grown quite accustomed to viewing the world from behind my perforated screens and feeling the gentle weight of rustling rubber swirling around me as I walk.

Speaking of which, I wish to describe a bit more about my own reactions and feelings to enclosure. I realize, I have not delved too deeply into the physical sensations I experience while sealed.

I was thinking about this today as we walked around the mall shopping. Perhaps because I will soon no longer be experiencing it all the time, I was sensitive to that gentle 'plick, plick' sensation of the latex skinsuit moving against my skin as I walked. I became very aware of the sensations of latex rubbing between my thighs and along my back and the back of my knees.

There is that subtle, constant, restriction and resistance that tells me I am slave to the rubber, that I am constrained and restrained and encased and stimulated. The sesnation of my gloves holding myhands in their tight embrace, the feel of the gag in my mouth and the4 tightness of my hood against my face.

There is that sensation, known to those who wear catsuits, of a bit of air trravelling up the leg over the buttocks and on up the back. There is an occassional sound asdn the faint whiff of latex.

Certainly no one could hear any of the squelching of my skinsuit, corset, black dress or gloves in the noise of the mall. But I could hear it all under the burqa and the sounds of it made a sort of ambient music as I wandered the busy corridors of shops and shoppers.

The feelings of latex gliding over me, whether at the mall beneath my burqa, a home beneath my dresses or in bed benath my sheets always arouses and excites me. There is, of course, a sexual component to that, but more, thee is an anticipation of the great 'drifting off' sensation that I get when latex finally swallows me from my feet to my chin, then my face, then my whole head. I suspect that only those of us into total enclosure can really understand this sensation of surrendering our identities to the rubber as it seems to crawl all over us and we wish it could flow into our orifices and slide down our throats.

I shall still enjoy these sensations, of course. But after tomorrow, they will once again become special occassions, not everyday ones.

Regards
Lady

Maid Takes Flight

Well, we put maid on a plane today to her new partner and lover. I miss her terribly already, but I am very happy for her to have found her true love. They are going to live together, then, later, they will have a bonding ceremony...perhaps someday a formal weding.

Many have asked...maid's new lover IS into rubber and IS a domme. But she is not as intense as Sir and I and maid indicates she will not be a full time maid or even a full time sub as she has been for us. Theirs will most likely be a much more 'traditional' D/s lifestyle :-)

I cried on the way, cried at the airport, and cried on the way back to our house. Then spent most of the day im'ing with friends. I told Sir I wanted to be allowed to stay in my burqa all day and he said yes...It's a very nice garment to hide from the world in.

Well, tomorrow I must get up and bathe and dress myself, make sure I have a clean skinsuit and am very dry and properly lotioned. I do this in hotels sometimes, but now I have the future to look forward to without her to help, without her to love.

Damn, I thought I was through crying.

Regards
Lady

A Big Change

We have had a major announcement in our rubber household.

Maid is leaving us. She has met a girl and is leaving us to be with her. I am devastaed and elated at the same time. When she went home at Thanksgiving she met this young lady, about the same age as she is, and they have been corresponding a lot since. When she went back recently to see her family, they hooked up aagin and she has just told us she wants to leave our service and be with this young lady.

I gather that this new lover is interested in fetish and is dominant and maid has fallen in love with her and wants to serve her, but also wants to share their lives together.

So, at the end of this month she is moving out. I have been crying and hugging her for two days since she told us. Crying because I will miss her and her wonderful style and sense of humor. Hugging her because I am very very happy she has found someone. I guess I always knew she could not stay with us forever. She has been with us almost three years now and has been a wonderful maid

Of course, those of you who read this blog regularly knw that she has also been a member of the family too. She and I have had a wonderful loving relationship and she is deeply submissive to me and to my needs.

I do not know what we will do without her, but I guess we will find out.

I have to go cry some more now...and you know what it is lke to have the sniffles in a full face hood.

Regards
Lady

Wonderful Weekend in San Francisco

I apologize for having failed to make an entry over the last couple of weeks. I have been rather busy and involved over the past 2 weeks.

first, let me thank everyone for the lovely comments to my last post. The comments and encouragements were delighttful.

Sir and I have just returned from a few days in San Francisco which was fun. We went up there to let him attend a business meeting mid week, then to attend a party with some friends.

In particular, the last couple of days we have spent wandering the streets of San Francisco (A very fun old TV show ...Michael DOuglas' forst) shopping and siteseeing. Today we went to the new de Young museum (a disappointment) and spent time in art and photography galleries.

The weather was fine until late last night when we were returning from our firends' house in Pacific Heights. The rain was actually quite nice for being covered in a latex burqa.

We visited our friends and I was subjected to a wonderful session by the very dominant woman we visited. She had me selaed in an inflatable bag, suspended form her ceiling, able to see bu tnot speak as she severely dominated two male slaves in total latex enclosure. She did some very heavy things to them (and to me for that matter) and Sir, enjoyed himself watching, and participating.

It was a lovely time.

Maid has been away for the last week visiting her family. She asked for the opportunity to do so andwe allowed it. However, I am misisng her incredibly. The little trip to SF was a wonderful distraction although bathing and dressing by myself in our hotel suite was a challenge.

Things should get back to normal this next week.

My encasement remains total and the friends we visited were very impressed with Sir's training of me. Of course I was subjected to her commands and attentions as she felt were best, but I have to say that watching how she dommed her two male slaves (one her hsuband) while I was immobilized, silenced and with my breathing controlled was amazingly exciting. Sir agreed and he stood behind me while I was supended, whipping me through the bag and watcing what she did to her males.

While we were in SF, we also had the enjoyment of meeting a very nice young lady at the hotel bar. She was dressed in beautiful red rubber...a corsage dress, tight around her bust and down to just above the knee. We chatted and shared a drink. She was just waiting for her boyfriend after work. She was a little tentative about my burqa, but I was ungagged and was able to join in the chat.

So 'street rubber' is coming...slowly, but surely.

Regards
Lady

New Years Day and A Year in Latex Enclosure

Well, it is Jan 1, 2006 and I have now been fully encased in latex, 23/7, head to toe, for one full year. I never really expected to make it this long. I thought that some skin problem would develop, or I would become unable to remain rubbered, or Sir would lose interest in me as a rubber enclosed sub. However, the opposite has emerged as the truth.

I wrote a few weeks ago that I thought I would want ever more extreme bondage and restriction, more encasement and deeper dissolution into the latex. Well, while I willalways want those things from time to time as my desires and needs fluctuate, I think I have now found precisely the level of total submission to the discipline of latex and to my Sir.

I certainly look forward to days spent in total immobilization, bodily functions controlled and managed by others such as Sir and maid, but for day to day life, I am happy with the skinsuits, catsuit, hood, gloves, corset, and boots covered by dress and maybe a neck corset, then the burqa to protect me from prying eyes when in public.

Sir seems to agree. He has explained to me today that I will continue my usual protocol for the time being. He understands and agrees with my desires for more extreme restriction, encasement, breath and bodily function surrender, and assures me that I will be allowed to experience and endure such extreme sessions. However, he wants me to remain communicative, involved with the outside world, and generally compos mentis for a while longer.

The mode of thought I achieve when totally encased and isolated, suspended and ignored, like a garment hung on a hanger, is almost transcendental. I am sure many of my readers will understand the absolute zen-like drfiting of the mind that one undergoes after a few hours sealed, gagged, tubed, suspended, and ignored. Then, the shock of being stimulated comes so much more intensely that there becomes nothing in the universe except the stimulation that is happening right then. Talk about living in the now!

Sir is probably right. I could probably not withstand the onslaught of non-consciouness that would engulf my ego and my self if I were to dissolve myslef into latex encapsulation at the level I intended. I would, most likely, simply cease to be as a human being separate from the latex that compels me. of course, that is what I want in some respects, but perhaps not yet. It is a one way journey I think and Sir has deisres for me as me yet.

But can you imagine, an old crone in her 80's or 90's, still encased and sealed, completely without mind, perfectly sculpted figure (since all is held in place by rubber), enjoying one melting orgasm after another as she continuously dangles from a ceiling suspension rig, on full life support, no thought or substance in her mind, just drifting on a pleasant raft of sensation to her ultimate end? mmmmm...yummy, do you not agree, dear readers?

We had a lovely new years eve, went to a play and a kinky after party and I had a great deal of fun. I remained gagged and burqa'd throughout and had the opportunity at the party to submit to several folks. Interestingly, the most common form of submission my temporary owners wanted was for me to kneel, bow my head to the floor and then crawl to them until my head touched their feet. After the first time I did this for Sir, just after we arrived, there were three women who wanted me to show such obiesance to them. It was hilariously funny to them, lusciously humiliating to me and incredibly arousing to Sir.

Hope everyone else had a wonderful new year's eve and are looking forward to a great 2006. Certainly, I am!

regards
Lady

Post-XMAS Laziness

It's been very quiet and lazy around here for the last few days. We put the kids back on a plane to LA on Monday, then went out to do the typical round of returns.

We had a very nice evening Monday and just lazed around the house yesterday and today. Sir has been working on business plan to present to new investors. He also went to have his yearly physical exam this week.

Today, maid and I went back to the mall to exchange another item. The day after Xmas, while we were at another mall, I noticed a lot of muslimahs in hijab shopping. There ae always a few women or girls shopping who wear hijab, but Monday I counted at least 30.

While at the other mall today I saw even more and, while we were returning a shirt maid had bought Sir, I turned from looking at a velvet jacket to find myself staring at a woman in full niqab.

We both giggled and exchanged salaams and went our way. But I find it significant that another woman has chosen to hide her face in public out here in the bay area.

We have dinner and theater plans for New Years Eve and we will start the new year right, celebrating my complete year in enclosure.

Hope everyone else has a Happy New Year
Regards
Lady

Last minute shopping

Well, it is nearing Christmas and we have been out to do our final shopping. For Sir I acquired a wonderful -

Oh, I should not do that should I? ;-)

We went out to a different mall today and looked for tose last few gifts. Actually, we acquired virtually nothing at all, just went to see the crowds, to look at decorations and enjoy the season.

I received many stares today, but we had no particular problems. I could tell the security people at this mall that I had never been to were a might concerned, but I hink the fact that Sir and I were walking calmly and holding hands while we shopped put them more at ease. It is still acceptable here for a woman to dress as she pleases!

Sir and I went through two large department stores and a bookstore as well as the usual boutiques and kiosks. There was a very nice woman at one of the kiosks selling jewelery who complimented me on my burqa.

Afterwards, Sir took us home and then maid and I went food shopping together. This is always an interesting experience, with both of us tented and wandering the aisles plucking canned goods and toilet paper off the shelves.

Usually I just have maid go by herself and she often does so in just her uniform, no head covering since she does not encase totally as I do. But, on occassion I like to go with her and I make her wear her burqa then as well, so we match.

We found a lovely turkey (passed up the goose), some beef and lamb, and a whole host of things for baking cookies and pies. Yes, I shall be endeavouring to bake again soon!

This evening I finished my wrapping while gagged and in a restraint harness that limits my hand and arm movements (Sir's joke!). A bit frustrating until I figured out that I just needed to order maid to hold things for me or pull off a piece of tape or hold her finger on the bow. It probably added two hours to wrapping, but we ended up cuddling and playing before we were done.

Finally, late this evening Sir took me to pur playroom for a nice long session in a bag, suspended from the ceiling. I was occluded and gagged and had so much fun.

So now I am relaxed, presents are wrapped, food is in the kitchen. So tomorrow we will collect son and Wei at the airport and begin enjoying the results of all this work.

For the holiday weekend, I shall be in my red tinted skinsuit, red catsuit, hood, gloves, corset, stockings, and black ankle boots. Over all that, my long red dress wil look wonderful. Sir has agreed that I may remain silenced as much as I desire over the weekend. I am anxious to see how well I can participate in our festivities while silenced. People who read this blog often worry about my level of interaction with the world. we shall see how it goes. My intent is to be silenced but communicative for the majority of the time. Should be fun.

Happy Holidays everyone
Lady

New Red Burqa by Peter Leth

Here is a shot of my new red burqa to replace the one I accidentally destroyed a few months ago.


Peter Leth made this one for me and it is wonderfully light, beautiful and comfortable to wear.

I shall post more photos soon

regards
Lady

Approaching Christmas - and One Year in Rubber

Well, it is nearing CHristmas again. Those of you who heave been with me on my latex journey, thank you. It has een a most interesting year.

I apologize for not posting in the past two weeks, but much has happened and I have been very busy.

First, of course, there has been shopping for gifts to get done. Secondly, Sir has had a business setback that has taken up much of his time and even some of mine.

Finally, my new red burqa has finally arrived. I shall post photos soon. It is absolutely lovely and I wore it out this evening to see King Kong.

We are looking forward to the holidays. Our son and his girl friend Wei will be coming up here to see us.

There is not much more to report. We had a lovely dinner out this evening and followed it up by going out to see king Kong. This was a very well made movie. The effects are fantastic, but more importantly, it is a beautiful love story.

Shopping has been fun this year. Maid and I went to a mal and had loads of fun looking at cosmetics in one of the stores. We were both in black burqas and of course could no ttry anything on, but we did test different fragrances on our black rubber gloves.

I have been looking forward to my first anniversary in lates. My sense of comfort is still deeply tied to being in my skinsuits and dresses, gloves, and hoods. And for those who expressed such concern after my introspective post around Thanksgiving, Sir assures me that he will not allow me to completely lose my identity even if we do begin to expore more elaborate latex encasement and enclosure for me.

I hope everyone else has had a good run up to the holidays. We did have some disappointment as Sir lost a large investor and had to make some changes in his business. But he has worked his way through it. He promises me some lovely new gifts for Christmas.

I shall write again soon
Lady

Some Responses to Dark

Dark (and others) posted some interesting commetns onthe IAR copy of this blog which can be found at http://www.rubberist.net/forums/showthread.php?p=21079#post21079

I reposnded there, but decided my response was drawn out enough to make a very nice post here. I hope the context is maintained well enough for the non IAR members to understand.


Well, I am certainly happy to have generated some many comments with my last entry. This blog is much more interesting to keep up when I receive feedback and discussions can ensue.

I should like to respond to some of Dark's comments below: He states that I seem to have:

No interest in food .
>>> not true...I love the taste of many foods. But in the context of my enclosure I may choose (or have chosen for me) to forego a meal to sty within my encapsulation reality...However, I eat later and quite happily.

Little or no interest in sports, or anything related to exercise
>>> I have never been interested in sports. However, i do walk outdoors a great deal. Do I have to run around and become sweaty to 'exercise'? The restriction of the latex (and its weight) provides quite sufficient exercise. By the way, in the last 11 months, I have lost a much needed 10 pounds and my blood pressure is down from the 145/95 range to the 117/75 range.

Littler or no interest in social interactions except to either freak people out... or see how indifferent they might be.
>>>I have no desire to freak people out. I am intrigued by and I report the reactions I receive. However, You are forgetting the very normal interactions I do have. I interact with store clerks and shopkeepers, as well as the neighbors on our street, I have a very convivial relationship with the lady running the antique store I have mentioned, I am in regular interaction with my colleague with whom I just finished co-authoring a paper, we have a small circle of very close friends who visit often, and i interact as often as possible with my child and my family. Exactly how many people must I interact with? I now notice almost no change in my day to day interactions with people except I do not have as many co-workers and students as I used to.

More focus on meditation and emotional withdrawal
>>> This is somewhat true ... I find i am meditating more and I am more comfortable now than ever before when I am gagged or silenced or restrained in some way. Of course, this level of comfort was always a goal of our exploration into total enclosure. I am very happy with this as it gives me quite a lot of think time.

More interest in being "objectified" and "non human".
>>>I would disagree. I am not MORE interested in these elements of my lifestyle...I am just MORE able to experience and enjoy them.

No interest in any sort of "normal" female aesthetic appeal as far as your body goes.
>>>NOT AT ALL! I am very interested in how my body appears. I love the shape I have under the latex and remember, I do not wear burqa or even loose rubber dresses all the time...I am quite often naked...that is sealed in only the transparent skinsuit. I am most pleased to have lost the weight and to have a very nice set of measurements now. My breasts have actually increased a size and my hips and thighs are better proportioned than they were a year ago

It is true that I no longer look at my face in the mirror, even enveloped in transparent latex. So I do not see how I look there. However, I am quite adamant that I should be made to look the way Sir wishes. and the last time I glimpsed my head and face, several months ago, I was quite pleased with the transformation. Sir, on the other hand, is enthralled by my shaved countenance.

Increased desire for bondage and isolation
>>>> yes, this is true...I find that lately I have been craving more restriction and restraint in my day to day life.

Increased focus in submission
>>>I do not agree...my level of submission has remained the same...absolutely total to Sir...btw, i do not submit to anyone else unless it is in the context of submitting to him...that is, he tells me to.

More attachment to being enclosed in rubber
>>>Yes...I am reaching a point where the encasement feels most normal now

Increased interest in eroticism and orgasm
>>>WHAT have I written to give this impression? If anything, I have less interest in orgasms...nothing wrong with them, but I find they are no longer as important. I do not feel I have to strive for an orgasm or a peak sensation...I seem to achieve post-coital bliss just by meditating or by being restrained in a scene with sir. That said, a good all round orgasm is a wonderful thing and, by the way, I have them more easily now than a year ago. I just do not write much about it because it is very private.

Some level of interest is such things as knitting or something like that.
>>>Knitting, embroidery, sewing, and many other textile arts. I have actually made many items this year that I did not have time for before I retired. Your comment denigrates these wonderful and wonderfully creative art forms that I have loved for many , many years.

Same level of interest in reading
>>> reading has always been a big interest for me...this has not changed

Same level of interest in popular culture
>>>>Yes, pop culture is fascinating. Adn we go out to cinemas, plays, ballet, lectures, and many other cultural events.

No interest to "return" to a more normal lifestyle
>>>What is normal? This lifestyle feels more and more normal to me. I do not know what return there would be...going about in jeans and a tee shirt? I have never worn slacks and do not like the look of them on women. Going about unhooded and unburqa'd but in rubber dress, gloves, boots, and corset? Well, that might be nice, I often used to dress like that, but I like wearing my hood and I enjoy my burqas too.

One thing I sometimes fantasize about is returning to the lecture hall to teach students again. Or attending a conference and delivering a paper. That would be fun. However, in my fantasy, I am still wearing my coverings and retraints, although i am not gagged most of the time...fantasies do not have to conform to rationality.

Again, in response to Dark's later comments, latex was Sir's fetish originally. While I have quite an extensive leather wardrobe and enjoyed wearig it immensely, at this time in my life, right now, I am wearing all rubber all the time to please my Dom. Tomorrow, he could develop a gingham fetish! And I would change
Latex is not easy to wear for this long. It IS somewhat problematic, but i have persevered with his support and my own desires to achieve the goals he set me. This is very much in the way of a vocation for me...I submit to him and try earnestly to do his wishes. Those happen to include latex enclosure...a lot nicer than if he wished me to be a fishmonger!

Rubber is essential to our experiment/project/lifestyle because it is our preferred fetish material. It also is different fro the others Dark mentions. It does NOT breathe, it IS smooth and somehow unnatural (although not, an intriguing contradiction), and it DOES aid in my transformation to object. It suits our fetishistic desires...otherwise, we would be living and playing with cotton..."the fabric of your life".

Why should our experiment/experience, etc take any different turn? We have achieved much of what we hoped to a year ago when we began this journey. And, again, for the record, we both take great joy in my effacement, my retreat from the world. Sir does not see me as a memory of a person; he sees me as the culmination of both of our aspirations for me.

It sounds, Dark, as if you are growing bored with my story. Sorry to disappoint, but like most real stories, it is just day to day life and not much else. I chose this entry to mention some of my internalized feelings and fantasies because I thought they would provide more interest.

These are HARD things for people to understand...but real nonetheless. Like the monks, and ascetics , and nuns, and hermits, and eccentrics, and anyone else who chooses to live differently, we find tremendous satisfaction in our life style without needing to explain it or conform it.

Regards
Lady

Return Home and 11 Months Encapsulated

We have returned from our vacation to see our son and all is well. We had our usual process through airports and I had no significant troubles.

However, I wanted to write today about something else. My attitudes toward the full enclosure and the fact that I am completing 11 months tomorrow in total enclosure.

I have begun noticing a tendency to withdraw into my little rubber world of late. Even this weekend, while out with family I was very quiet and twice I gagged myself before going out even though I did not need to. I actually sat through two meals with my son and husband gagged and silent, covered, and blinded (I wore the hood with zipper eyes and mouth and just zipped myself shut for an evening).

The psychological upshot is that, as I am closing out my 11th month, I have started to notice that I want more, not less, rubber in my life and that I want less, not more contact with the world. I have asked Sir to start letting me wear an inflatable hood under the burqa to reduce noise levels and to wear gags with mouth inserts so that I feel more cut off and limited than I have so far. In addition, I have taken to wearing a hobble skirt under my dresses as a slip. This adds an additional layer of latex and a much greater restriction level.

When he asked me why I wanted this, I told my son that I was finding that I was craving bondage and tighter control than I have typically been subject to for the last year. He and his girlfriend both indicated they agreed with this philosophy. Sir has indicated that I can expect more such restrictions on all my mobility then.

After we returned home yesterday, I had intended to run through a gamut of chores and such, but instead I found that by the time I boarded the plane I wanted to be completely cut off from the world, to meditate and drift in a sea of rubber sensation. I zipped myself closed again under the burqa and Sir actually led me off the plane blind and silent. I did not see anything again until 9am this morning.

Sir has talked about this before. It is a sense he gets when he is enclosed for long periods, but I had thought that I was over it. For several months, being enclosed has been the norm and I have felt that what I had was sufficient discipline, control, restriction, and submission.

Instead, this past two weeks I find I am wanting to dissolve into my rubber. I sometimes sit for hours staring at the inside of my hood, not moving,, arms behind me in an armbinder, legs tightly restricted in a leg binder or my whole body in an inflatable bag, unable to move, unwilling to speak, and un-desirous of sight.

I am having very complex fantasies and dreams about my rubber life now as well. These typically involve my continuing to be encased and dressed in more and more elaborate rubber costumes and restrictions. I was describing one of these dreams to everyone at dinner the other night (when I DID allow myself speech) and Wei was shuddering by the time I finished. She said that she had similar fantasies sometimes, but had never thought about being intubated and suspended in a tight Victorian ball gown out of latex such as I had described.

Sir has agreed to help me realize some of these fantasies next year during my second year of total encapsulation. I guess that means we are going forward with a second year of encasement. My own feelings are that I want to spend more and more of my time in restriction and bondage, not just latex clothing. Sir agrees with this.

We shall have to see where all this leads

Regards
Lady

Thanksgiving with the Kids

Flew to LA this morning to see our son for Thanksgiving. We expected a larger crowd at the airport, but it was fairly quiet this morning.

I was in all black. The black burqa over a black open faced hood, black dress, corset, gloves and boots and a black catsuit with the grey transparent suit under it.

After we had our boarding passes, we arranged a private id check with security. They did not give me any problems, although the woman who checked my id in private said, "What is that? Rubber?" when she saw my open faced hijab style hood.

I told her yes and she asked why I wore it. I explained that I had to cover and doing so in rubber was to please my husband. She just shook her head and chekcked my ID. I am sure she thinks I am an oppressed woman with a misogynistic husband, blah, blah, blah.

I was wnaded and put through the extra checks for women in loose clothing as usual. No, there is no profiling go ing on...just any woman in a loose dress like a muslimah wears will be forced to submit to what Sir calls the "Anal Probe" option whether she has the dreaded four S's on her boarding pass or not.

Once into the terminal, I went into the ladies' room and fixed myself properly, covering my head with the transparent suit's hood, putting on a full head enclosure black hood, a half mask with no mouth (so I am gagged) and getting the burqa back in place. Much better than the half measures I have to adopt for airport security. I actually would prefer a hood with no mouth, but with the half mask gag I can remove it quickly in an emergency where I have to speak.

The hotel is quite lovely and we have been checked in successfully. The manager came down to show us to our room and was not the least put off by a woman in a burqa. He is mid-eastern and knew precisely how to act as he showed us to our suite.

The suite is also perfect. It has a room and bath just for me as well as the master bedroom. I unpacked quickly and then we went to meet our son and his girl friend for some shopping.

We met them at the mall. He, like Sir, was in rubber slacks and tee shirt. His g/f was in black and white. White tube top and wrist length gloves, black miniskirt and cropped jacket, all in shiny rubber. She wore knee high boots in black as well. With her short, spiky black hair and chinese features, she looked wonderful.

We browsed shops for a bit, ate a late lunch in a Rainforest Cafe (who were a little confused about four rubber-dressed folks bu took it in stride). I, by the way, am eating again, not just "tubing it" as sir says.

Several people have asked me abut how I eat in the burqa and hoods lately, so let me explain. I typically eat small meanls anyway. I cut my food (and yes, I cut it, with gloved hands out from under the veil) into small bites and place these on a small plate. I then take the plate in my left hand and a fork in my right, and bring both up under the burqa. This way I can eat easily in small bites, no one can see me, and Sir's rules for isolation and encasement are met.

We all had a lovely lunch, chatted about work and things going on in their lives, and his g/f and I exchanged notes on sme hoods she had recently acquired and what I thought worked best in posture collars.

After lunch, we sat around the hotel lobby for a bit chatting, watching the locals ogle us (such fun...everyone is always amazed when a voice emanates rom my burqa!) and then went out to see Happy Potter.

The movie was good, if a bit long. It is more adult and darker than the previous ones, but that's because the characters are growing up. The girls from the french school in their fitted dresses and half capes were especially well costumed, i thought.

Later, we went back to the hotel and the kids headed out. Sir and I retired to the suite and I spent the evening in some comfy bondage before being put to bed in my little room, tied to the bed. he put me in a pink nightie over my grey tint skinsuit and then bound my wrists and ankles and secured me to the bed. We bring our own latex sheets on these little ventures, so I had already remade both beds in rubber and he tucked me in. I slept like a dead thing, only waking this morning when he came in.

This morning, Thanksgiving, we have been lazing about. sir is bathing now and has allowed me to come over here and blog the past few days. We will meet with our sone again this afternoon for brunch, then Thanksgiving dinner later this evening. He and his g/f are treating us this year. her family is abroad and she is in town for the holiday.

That's as much as I have for the moment.

Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving to all

Regards
Lady

A Week on the Emerald Isle

I have spent the last week in Ireland. It has been very interesting and the people are lovely. The weather has been wretched, unfortunatley, but I have ventured out shopping and site seeing a bit.

Sir surprised me with the trip on Friday last week, telling me and maid to get me packed and ready to travel. He has had business in Galway all week and I have spent much of my time in the room of the hotel. Monday was terrible weather. I tried to get out for a while, but the cold rain and gail winds were just too much. Actually, I was nearly blown away literally by the wind. I thought I was about to take flight.

However Tuesday was much nicer and we ventured out a bit in the afternoon for some shopping.

In the evenings we met with busniess colleagues of Sir, usually for dinner. However, I have not eaten at all this trip. He decided all my food should be liquid and piped in via tube. Those of you who have chatted with me in the evenings, I have been ingesting liquified mush most of the time I was chatting with you. usually pushing it into my stomach a few cc's at a time with a big irrigation syringe

Dinners are always fun because I am sealed, gagged, and burqa'd. The first night one of the colleagues was a woman and she kept asking me questions about it while I am sitting there unable to respond except with anod or shake of my head.

Whenhe takes me to dinner with colelagues, I am introduced as his wife (no name), it is expleained that I do not unveil nor do I speak or eat in public. Then he pretty much ignores me for the evening. i sit quietly and meditate or watch folks. My presence is distracting, though, and I think he feels it gives him an advantge in negotiating

If i am asked queries I respond with head movements or a shrug.

Most of the men are very distracted and the women are either disgusted or intrigued.

By the way, I saw a fair amoutn of veiled women in Galway and at the Dublin airport. about a 60/40 mix of nuns still in traditional habit, and muslim women, a few completely covered including their faces

All in all a good week. We had fun and saw some of ireland. Also have found new red burqa supplier and ordered one tonight from the airline lounge whilst waiting between flights. We have been looking for someone to make a new one. This wil be from Peter leth who is famous for his latex and pvc designs from Denmark. I am so happy to get one of his designs.

That is all for now...more later about the flights

Lady

Halloween Cookies

I promised to write about yet another adventure in cooking in rubber.. As my long time readers may recall, a few months ago I made chicken fried steak one evening for me and maid..she was otherwise occupied. That attempt did not end in disaster, but it did include your humble author dressed in black latex from head to toe and dusted in white flour.

I have since mastered the art of cooking in latex which mostly involves me staying out of the kitchen. But from time to time I enjoy baking. I particularly enjoy baking cookies at holiday time. Halloween cookies, Swedish tea cakes at Christmas, that sort of thing.

So the other evening I decided I would bake Halloween cookies. Big orange sugar cookies with dark chocolate pumpkin faces. Sir was in a mood to relax in latex enclosure so after maid and I finished a session with him, we left him dosing in his vacuum bed in the playroom. We girls, on the other hand, went downstairs to bake cookies. Because it’s important, let me state here that we were both dressed totally in black including inflatable hoods with eye lenses and tiny mouth openings.

Cookie dough is much tamer with respect to flour and what not than chicken fried steak mix. We made several batches of cookies with no major incident. We were having loads of fun, chatting, and joking with each other. Maid has a great sense of humor and is always very affectionate and loving.

As we were cleaning up, maid became giggly at something I said. You’ve never seen anything stranger than a young woman in a full enclosure rubber hood, with the giggles. I honestly do not have words to describe how strange and funny she looked in a French maid’s uniform, black gloves, stockings and fat, inflated hood, laughing her head off.

Of course that got me laughing and then, before either of us knew it, maid grabbed a god of leftover orange dough and smeared it on my forehead and around my eyes. I retaliated by doing the same to her. Then she threw a glob at me and I did the same.

Within moments the 26 year old and the 50 year old were involved in a full on food fight with bright orange cookie dough! In a few minutes we both looked like weird pumpkin heads. Our faces completely covered in sweet orange dough, I could barely see through the lenses and we had made a mess of the kitchen.

Finally, we clamed down and stopped laughing. Then we took turns ‘carving’ jack-o-lantern faces in the dough on each other. It was hilarious.

As a final bit of fun, we went back upstairs to the playroom and released Sir from the vacuum bed. He was shocked and amazed, then started laughing too. Finally, maid and I went to clean the stuff off our faces.

So that was my adventure in cookie dough!

Regards
Lady

Halloween time -- and 10 months on

We had a wonderful time Saturday night to celebrate halloween. Followed by yet another culinary adventure Sunday as I tried to make Halloween cookies.

The celebration was both for halloween and to mark my 10th month in total enclosure. I have been very tardy in blogging things this past month, but there has been little to write about.
I finished working on a paper with my colleague Julia of whom I have written and it is being reviewed now.

Time to recap life a bit, I suppose. For new readers: I spend all my time completely enclosed in latex. At least a thin suit that covers head, hands, feet and everyting else. usually covered by a layer of undergarments or another catsuit, opaque gloves, opaque hood, and rubber boots, usually knee length.

Then there is a streetwear type of dress...full skirted, loose, ankle length, long sleeved, high collar. A posture collar sometimes and a gag much of the time but usually by my own choice now. To go out in public I cover all this with a latex burqa that hides all of me from sight. Burqas are in black, white, and red, but the red one has been torn by accident.

My DOM husband, Sir, and I started this regimen on Jan 1, 2005 and I have just completed 10 months. In those 10 months neither I nor he have seen my face or any other part of my body without at least a layer of transparent latex between. Nothing but rubber and bathwater have touched anypart of my skin.

We have a live in rubber maid, called maid, who has been in our service for 2 and a half years now. she dresses, undresses, bathes, feeds (sometimes) and takes wonderful care of me.

We have made our families and our son aware of my new lifestyle and in previous entries I have written about their reactions. the lifestyle is a D/s one and i have been sub to my husband for 30 years...we've been married that long too. he travels a lot for his business and occassionally takes me along. We have developed a travelling protocol which allows me (and even maid) to travel in total enclosure, under our burqas except for private ID checks by female security officers. To date, we have encountered almost no opposition or restriction. My most recent trip was to Tokyo.

I used to be a professional educator, but retired from that when we moved to the Bay area so that I could pursue this total enclosure life. It has been challenging, sensual, wonderful, and occassionally funny.

So that brings us up to date.

This month, I have had no skin or health problems except for a bit of arthritis pain in the shoulder as the weather has changed. By the way, Sir and i have both found latex to be a wonderful way to treat arthritis. The pressure and the warmth are very helpful to our joints when they act up.

Maid bathes me and dresses me each day as usual. The transparent suits are tinted grey, lavender, pink, or red. These rotate so that I am always wwaring a clean, dry one each day. Being dried well and put into a dry clean suti is the most important thing to avoiding skin problems during such long enclosure.

To celebrate 10 months of encasement, Sir took me to dinner Saturday night. We went to one of our favorite places and I was allwd to be ungagged and eat. However, I chose, as I often do now, to be gagged until the food arrived and to gag myself again when dinner was done. I ate, under the burqa as usual, by holding a plate with small buites on it and conveyin geach to my mouth while never removing the shroud or allowing my hands to be seen. I got a LOT of stares, but it is always fun to watch other patrons react. The staff know us now and never have any problem. In fact our waiter brought out my steak already cut into small bites.

We chatted a bit about Sir's day, his travel, my paper, and othe rthings of no consequence. finally, when dinner was done, I retired to the ladies to gag myself befor leaving the restaurant. While I was doing this, under the burqa, but in front of the mirror, another woman walked in. she was putting on lipstick as I was buckling my gag which is a half mask over my mouth and jaw. to watch us in the mirror was very strange i thought, but more so for the fact that we were both altering ourselves for the purpose of presentation to the world. She with bright red lips and I with silence and cover.

She stopped and stared at me for a moment when she walked in, but then just went to her sink and her reflection and began fixing her face just as I was fixing mine.
I then left and Sir took me back to the car and helped me in. He took us to a little theater in San Francisco next where we went in to see a performance of Rocky Horror. It was crowded, mostly with goths, and there was a fair amount of SM themed costume, lots of leather and lace and abit of latex. I, however, was the ONLY person there in a rubber burqa. Caused quite a stir.

While Sir was getting a drink (I remained gagged and so did not need one) I was approached by some kids probably still in university who wanted to know what I was wearing, why, how was I dressed underneath, etc, etc.

I tried to signal that I could not speak by putting my hands over the burqa at my mouth, but I wasn't getting through. fortunately, Sir came back and he explained I wasn't able to talk, yes I was in rubber and bondage underneath, and yes we had seen RH before...back in the 70's, the 80's and the 90's. The kids were, however, not impressed that we had seen the London production with Richard O'Brien because they had no idea who he was...ah youth, wasted on the young!

Sir was COMPLETELY up front with these young people about my level of bondage, encasement, and the whole 24/7 regimen. One of them scoffed, until he raised the burqa for just a moment. Not completely off, but enough to show my dress, boots, gloves, collar, and gag mask. "Man, that's sick" was the appreciative response!

The play was lovely if a bit amateurish. But then, the best RH productions are rough around the edges, aren't they?

Later we went to the home of some friends and had a lovely couple of hour visit with them.
These are our friends from witzerland who had their new orleans home destroyed by Katrina. That clean up and repair is still on going and they moved back to zurich, but decided to come back to the US and leased a town house in SF. This is good because it places them close enough for us to visit from time to time.

We had a lovely time there, then headed for home. We were exhausted and very relaxed when maid met us at the door and proceeded to get me ready for bed. Sir ordered me to be put to bed in my vacuum bed which I have not slept in for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful and i fell aslepp almost immediately.

Enough for now...I'll blog about Sunday in a while...let me just say...cookies are messy!

regards
Lady

When Art Imitates Life

I have been meaning to describe the rest of the evening we had when we went to an art exhibit the other night. We went out to dinner first and this time, as my hood has a zip closure over the mouth for convenient gagging, I was able toactually have dinner with Sir.

We enjoyed a nice chinese meal (no shortage of asian restaurants in San Jose) and chatted a bit about his upcoming trip, my requirements for discipline and ritual bondage while he was gone, and other household topics like having the yard people in to clear some dead brush and trees.

I brought him up to date on some of the research I've been helping my friend with and then we talked about what wardrobe he would pack for a trip to Europe in October (catsuit, two hoods, pair gloves, slacks, boots, and blazer for the curious). he always overpacks and this time took his long rubber trench coat which he tells me he has not needed as it has been beautiful weather.

You must be aware by this time, that I sitting in the restaurant, covered in the burqa, wearing the dress, hood, gloves, etc you see above (yes, I DO wear some jewelry under the burqa...I just do not feel dressed without pearls sometimes), I have reached a point where this feels the most normal and comfortable.

Thinking back, I did not even notice the act of bringing my bowl up under the burqa to eat, the looks from other diners (which were actualy very few despite a full restaurant), or any 'difficulties' with the act of eating and drinking.

Dark mentioned in a comment to an earlier post about the difficulty of living in gloves. I just do not find it anymore. I recall isues when I first started, but now, having two pairs on (visciously tight, I should point out...my gloves are very thin and tight like surgeon's) seems the proper and normal way to touch things.

I have developed a whole set of reflexes regarding picking things up, holding them, placing them, all geared around being unable to actually touch with my skin. It took a while (I have never blogged some of the silly accidents I had in my very early days of rubbering...years before the total enclosure regimen), but now I do not even notice when I am blinded as I was for much of dinner.

The hood has zip-shut eyes as you can see. Sir allowed me to be blind on the way to the restaurant, sighted as we went in and sat, blind through dinner while we chatted, and on the way to the exhibit, then sighted while we wandered the gallery. He placed my hands on each bowl and plate of dinner and I actually managed chopsticks blinded with two pairs of gloves. My friend who is both seriously sight impaired AND a rubberist will be quite proud when she reads this. I oened and closed the zippers as he told me to.

The hood has a double zip over the mouth and I carried an inflatable gag with me, placing it in my mouth and zipping the hood shut over my lips. The only time i was able to speak was during dinner. I do find it terribly erotic to actually, in public, reach up and gag myself. It feels like the deepest sort of total surrender to Sir and to the rubber enclosure.

The most remarkable thing, however, was that I, for one, simply do not recall noticing anything strange. Being blind or bound for dinner is normal now.having myself fed by maid while strapped to a chair and sealed in several layers of latex is normal now. So many aspects of rubber fetishism which seem so extreme when seen in photos or described in posts seem compeltely normal after this much time.

After dinner, we rose and exited the restaurant, then drove over to the gallery. I was allowed to open my eye zips once we were inside, but had to leave myself gagged. Of course the burqa covered all.

The art was nothing spectacular. Dark, dreary paintings by a young artist who thinks he has experienced life's pain and has something to say about it.

Mostly an earth toned pallette and absolutely nothing I should want hanging on my walls. But the artist himself was shocked by the appearance of a black burqa clad woman in his exhibit. I, on the other hand, was happily surprised to see two muslim women wandering the gallery, one tall in full veil (wearing heels), the other, a shorter, older looking woman, in hijab and following a man I presume was older woman's husband from the look of him. I suspect the veiled girl of being the daughter, but it is hard to tell. You do not often see fully veiled muslimahs in San Jose, although hijab is quite common.

The artist came over as I was looking at one of his larger pieces, a triptych all in black brown and grey. He stood beside me a moment, then asked me what I thought. I put my hand up in front of my burqas mouth and shook my head. It took him a moment to understand that I would not or could not answer him.

Sir was watchig from the sidelines as he often does. he said later that the real show was watching everyone watch the artist. And the Gallery owner, sensing a disaster, virtually running over to intercept him before something horrendoous occurred in her space. All of this is speculation on Sir's part, but I do not doubt she was concerned as she came rushing up beside him rather out of breath.

He explained that he was just asking my opinion, and she started to relax visibly, when Sir walked over. "She can't answer you, I'm afraid. It is not alllowed. But I'll bet she thinks the piece is interesting but too large for our living room."

I (starting to giggle into my gag...has anyone else ever had a case of the giggles while gagged?) nodded vigourously under the burqa. The artist, sensing a commission, asked if a smaller version might interest us and he and Sir started chatting about sizes while I wandered on to the next piece. By this time I was nearly doubled over giggling and found a bench to sit on for a moment.

Now, San Jose certainly has its colorful nightlife and I am relatively drab all swathed in black rubber cloak compared to the goths who were also wandering the gallery. A girl standing over 6 feet tall, thin to the point of anorexia, hair three shades of henna and purple, black flowing dress straight from a gothic vampire novel with makeup to match wandered by accompanied by a Sid Vicious look alike (not a very good one). It is nice to know that punk isn't dead, it's just embalmed.

I watched as they looked at pieces, looked at me, looked at the patrons, all the while effecting very bored expressions. but then she started whining (and I DO mean whining!) about wanting a smoke and they quickly wandered outdoors, she first with him in tow. Ah relationships...so wonderful to see young people forming bonds.

A little while later, Sir collected me and asked if i had seen enough and was I ready to go. I nodded and we headed for the door. But on the way he directed me over to the where the artist was talking with one of the few willowy blondes in the place (SJ is NOT LA and brunettes abound here). he broke off a moment and said, "I'll call in a few weeks and we'll arrange the sitting?"

Sir responded, "Yes, I'll expect to hear from you." Then he turned to me and said, "You're having your portrait done...sort of." He and the artist laughed and Sir said goodnight (I bowed as I usually do) and we headed for the car.

On the way home, Sir explained that the artist wants to paint my picture, but in burqa. Sir explained some of our lifestyle to him and he wants to have me sit for him. Not sure why, but it should be interesting.

All in all a pleasant evening. and a good way to send Sir off on a long trip. I am missing him terribly what with the cat being gone as well, but maid keeps me company and we are keeping busy. I need to do some shopping tomorrow, just to get out of the house.

More later

Lady

Blog Comment Spam - A Growing Problem

Many thanks to all my readers over the past 9 and a half months. My enclosure experiment continues and I have a nice long entry to add later today. This short entry, is about a minor problem blogs are having and how I hope to alleviate it to some degree.

I have had increasing numbers of spam comments on this blog and the blocking does not seem to help. I suspect this may grow to be a serious problem very soon if something is not done.

I am going to ask my readers for help here. many blog spam comments are of the nature "I saw your blog. It is wonderful. Keep writing."

Un fortunately, a quickly dashed comment from a serious reader can have the same structure and it is hard to determine sometimes whether a comment is blog spam or not. So, in your comments, please make some specific remark to let me know you are not a spambot. for instance, a comment that refers back to my blog's overall theme of living in latex enclosure, or if your user name is identifiably related to our topic here such as "RubberEnclosed" or "LoveLatex"Hose" or some such. These are helpful.

For my part I shall try my best to delete spamming commetns as I see them and to NOT delete serious commetns from interested readers that are a bit generic. And I shall continue to hope that Google and other blog providers give us some strong, perhaps Bayesian, blockers soon.

Again, many to my readers. You have made this a very enjoyable exercise.

Regards
Lady

New Photos

Sir has allowed me to post new photos of me dressed for dinner, in my burqa, and relaxing in my sleep sack.

They are in my Yahoo Picture Album

We went out to an art exhibit this evening. It was lovely and I will describe it in more detail in my next post.

regards
Lady

A Night at the Cinema

Wallace and Gromit make me laugh. We went to see the new movie last night. Very funny.

I needed a bit of cheering up as, by the end of the day, I was a bit sniffly again over the cat. So when Sir told me we were going to go see the movie when he got home I got dressed up in shades of red...pink tint skinsuit, red corset, gloves, catsuit, and hood with built in gag. Then red burqa over all that. maid also bound my arms to my sides with a waist/wrist belt on the outside of my dress.

I have been feeling the need for a lot of restrictive bondage since kitty passed...i think it just makes me more comfortable to be encased and secured.

He got home just as I finished getting dressed and I was waiting for him in the living room. we were very short of time, so he just changed quickly into a catsuit with slacks and blazer over it, then we hustled into the car and headed for the cinema. I should mention, He likes to wear a gloved catsuit when we go out so he is almost as sealed as I am.

It felt a bit weird to be going into a G-rated film all sealed, gagged, and bound. The audience was predominantly junior high and college age as far as I could tell with my limited vision. We garnered a lot of looks, particularly as Sir was obviously in latex too. I do not think anyone confused my burqa for red silk last night!

We made our way to a seat high in the cinema, and moved into the center of the aisle. Watching kids scramble to let the weird flowing woman pass was fun...I know how nuns felt in the 60's now!

The cinema was full. After we were settled, Sir on my left and a girl of about 16 and her boyfriend to my right, a little girl of about 12 was heading for her seat when she tripped over my burqa as it filled the aisle in front of me somewhat.

I, of course, could do nothing being restrained beneath the red rubber, but Sir reached out a gloved hand and caught her. I saw her eyes widen as she felt the strange material and knew she would be gossiping to her friends down the aisle when she returned.

Sure enough, when she came back from the snack bar, Pepsi in hand, she surreptitously (but not very) managed to brush her hand on Sir's knees and then on mine, through the rubber. Fortunatley, she was sitting at the other end ofthe aisle so we did not have to listen to the chattering that i feel sure occurred.

I was glad that the female half of the couple next to me was sitting directly to my right...I am certain the 'feeling' incidents would have been much higher throughout the evenng if her boyfriend had been there.

The movie was fun. Wallace and Gromit are cute and Gromit is always a delight as he plans things out and communicates his emotions and intents without the aid of dialog (perhaps that is why I like him so much).

The story was silly and the scenes were ludicrous and I found myself laughing behind my gag so much I was in danger of choking :)...it is a very cute movie.

We ALWAYS wait for the credits to play out and this was no exception. This is our way of shoig respect to all the people who make a film atually happen. So much of the aisle's inhabitants passed in front of us as we watched the credits with their cute floating bunnies (I shan't say more for fear of spoiling it).

But I do swear, my burqa must have been brushed against by naked hands 3 dozen times! For a moment, I though some of the kids were circling back to the other end of the aisle so they could pass by us again.

We made our way out and then went to a quiet restaurant for a light supper for Sir. I did not eat, of course. I was fed later when we arrived home.
sir and I had a good laugh over the movie and the reactions. I felt much better after that, but did request to be allowed to sleep in my laceup bondage bag. He agreed, so i spent the evening immobilized in heavy rubber, hanging from two hooks in the playroom...hammock fashion.

I feel much better this morning and do not feel any impulse to the sniffles or tears...which is good...crying in a rubber hood is less than perfect.

Regards
Lady

Nine Months in Latex - and we lose a loved one

It has been a long week. And we have lost a long time family
member. Our pet cat of 20 years has finally passed on this
morning.

First, let me say that my total latex enclosure continues. We
have just completed 9 months of the 23/7 regimen and I am still
quite comfortable and healthy.

It feels very strange now to contemplate going back to less
than full enclosure. Even going out in latex hood and gag felt
strange in Tokyo a couple weeks ago. The idea of only wearing a
dress in public, with uncovered hands and face and no skinsuit
covering me completely is completely foriegn now.

September was a good month. Even Sir's allergies were not as
bad as usual and, of course, the trip to Tokyo was a very
pleasant surprise. I also received some new hoods from sir and
a new nightgown that has a hood and gloves attached for more
complete restriction while I sleep.

But last week our kitty, a plain little black domestic
shorthair, finally began to sucumb to old age. He was 20 in
march and has always been very healthy. But this last year he
has lost a lot of weight, and developed a thyroid tumor.

We've been treating him, but finally, his kidneys failed and he
started to become seriously dehydrated. For the past week, we
have been visitng the vet routinely and even starting
subcutaneous fluids by inserting a line into his skin.

Maid and Sir and I have been doing everything we can to make
his last couple of days comfortable. He's always been such a
good, friendly cat. He's never even been put off by the latex
on my face...still rubbed and marked me all the time.

It is a different kind of torture to have a heavy black cat
jump on your chest and tickle you with his whiskers while you
are encased in head to toe rubber and bound to a bondage table.
Maid used to delight in teasing me with him.

He was, for some reason, always attracted to the sound of our
vibrators. Anytime we turned them on he would come running and
often insert himself in the middle of our play by nuzzling and
rubbing our chins :)

I was amazed that he made the trip to california from our home
in Texas with no trouble. And at first he seemed to get
stronger and more healthy for the last part of last year. But
time gets us all in the end and he began to get weak a while
ago.

This morning I held him for about 2 hours as his last breaths
came. He was in no pain, and still nuzzled my face a couple of
times before he just lost all strength to move. Finally, about
8am, he let out one last little mew and died.

I am, admittedly, devastated. But he had a good long life and
was much loved by all of us here. We took him to be buried and
this afternoon we will clean out his things. But I will do so
with tears in my eyes. He will be missed by all of us.

Regards
Lady