It was warm yesterday and our air conditioning failed in the house. Dealing with that is a bit of an artform. I could sweat it out, literally, in skinsuit and dress only, or we could head for the nearest cool mall and shop.
Unfortunately, they do not cool the malls here all that efficiently and I was concerned that with the high temperatures, it would still be uncomfortabe in three layers of rubber (four if you count my corset).
Also, we needed to await the repairman as Sir could not be at home yesterday. So, maid and I adopted plan B. We bathed.
To make it a bit more interesting, I had maid dress me in my most extreme skinsuit. This one has no mouth or eye holes so I can see only smokilly through the grey tinted latex. I made her wear a hoodless suit with matching, but separate hood. Her hood has a small mouth hole for speaking, which we covered with a black lower face and chin gagging harness that fits over such hoods to prevent speech.
We dimmed the lights, closed the drapes to block the sun, lit a few scented candles, then climbed into the big tub which IS built for two people with enough bubble bath to create a wonderful amount of sound deadening foam and proceded to relax as only two women can with a lovely bath and a hand shower to play with. "Calgon, take me away :)"
The issue of the repairman we handled by simply awaiting his call on the intercom. When he arrived and rang the bell, about 90 minutes into our soak, maid took off her gag and answered, telling him she would be down in a moment.
Then she removed her hood, slipped out of the tub, dried quickly, and threw on a tight skirted French maid uniform over her transparent suit. She went downstairs and let him in and explained the trouble.
Yes, he was taken aback by her clothing, but she didn't allow it to distract him. she showed him the defective unit out back, told him to get to work, and in about 2 hours he had repaired it.
I, on the other hand, continued relaxing in my cool tub in the upstairs master suite and never saw him. There is something incredibly decadent about lounging in a cool tub, covered completely in transparent latex, unable to speak and barely able to see while life goes on, bustling about downstairs. I believe I understand the whole concept of Upstairs, Downstairs better now. :-)
I tried to read a bit, but the words were too fuzzy, so I just sank down in the cool water and actually dozed off a bit. It was lovely.
A couple hours later, maid signed off on the work, our AC was functioning again, and she joined me in the tub for another hour or so until the house was cool enough to think about getting out and resuming our usual routine.
I have not spent such a day like that in a long time and it was wonderful. Constant meditation, a certain level of sensory deprivation, listening only to my own breath and watching my chest rise and fall. All in all I spent about 5 hours in that tub and it was one of the most enjoyable times
I've had in a while.
I did not mind being unable to speak, and although I worried at first about the foggy vision, I quickly accepted it and just ignored it as much as possible. the sensation of the latex covering my face and neck and bust as I settled amid bubbles and water was just exquisite.
Must do that again sometime whether the Aircon is dead or not.
Regards
Lady
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
The Psychology of Total Enclosure -- Part the First?
While we've been vacationing, I have been thinking about how to describe some of the more 'transcendental' experiences I have been having during my total enclosure time. It occurred to me this morning that I have been more contemplative and introspective this past week than usual, so, without goin ginto a lot of explicit sexual detail, let me try to examine some of my reactions and thought processes during thepast week's latex-oriented adventures.
Many of these particular practices I have detailed in earlier posts, but I thought I would go deeper into my emotional and psychological reactions to them.
First and simplest:
My reactions to being fully encased all the time. Now, after more than 7 and one half months, I can say that this sensation has both retained its tittilation appeal and at the same time become exceedingly normal. My reaction has been to both crave and expect it. There is an incredible sense of anticipation and excitement every morning as I awaken (always between latex sheets, even here on the island) and it is often satisfied with sex. I adore early morning sex with Sir or with maid (or with both) and then the long lazy sensations that follow.
I find that the clear latex suits are so thin that every sensation seems to come thorugh without attenuation even though I know this cannot be true. I suspect I now have either adapted and my sense of touch is actually more sensitive or I would find having nothing between myself and the world exceedingly (and perhaps painfully) amplified because my attenuated sense would be bombarded. Actually, I am fairly certain it is the former because I do not notice that water of my bath against truly naked skin being irritating or too hot/too cold. nor is the towel I am dried with too scratchy or rough. What I DO notice, however, is an incessant craving for maid to hurry up and get me back into my suit. I feel outrageously exposed now even for the hour I am out of the skin suit.
I do truly enjoy the intimacy of being shaved by her and particularly find head shaving while covered in latex elsewhere to be outrageously erotic. I have multiple orgasms during this little ritual. There is an incredible sense of well being as she shaves, then dries, then covers me in the rubber. I almost can't find words for it except to say that I always sigh with a tremendous sense of well being and relief when the thin, clear hood covers my face once again.
I do not notice my hoods. They seem like the most normal thing in the world now and even in the heat I generally no longer find them oppressive in the least. Of course, when Sir has me in three or four hoods and they are specifically intended and tightened or inflated to cause me to feel oppressed (in a sexy way) I do feel that. But my reaction to the skinsuit hood is that it is the normal way to BE in an existential sense. The same is true of my hands being gloved and my feet being footed (is that a word?).
I do notice my other clothing in a sense. Corset, dress, second gloves or hood, boots, etc are all very nice and I find I have a rather girlish tendency to twirl in the mirror after maid dresses me each morning. But it is the same sense I had years ago when I dressed in satin or silk. I love the flowing and the feel of the drape of a sensuous fabric and none is more sensuous than latex.
I still have some trouble when I must put on a second pair of gloves. I'm sure most of you know the issues with gloves not sitting just right so they slide up the fingers and such. Well that still happens to me from time to time, but I deal with it. chlorinating the clothes seems to have worked well.
With respect to other psychology around wearing latex all the time:
I find that being in latex for hours and hours does make me more contemplative. I have begun working on papers again, but this time I am thinking about them from the standpoint of theperson who must turn inward.
That is, I believe, because while I am working on them I am encased and often gagged and even restrained around the house. it changes one's perspective.
Being sealed in a vac bed is an absolute wonder. I often have maid put me in mine even when I have not been ordered to. The sensation is, I think I used the word above, transcendental. Very rapidly I drift away on a soft rubbery dream and have even found it annoying for maid to begin stimulating me sexually when what I really wanted was meditation. This sensation of annoyance, for some reason, is always highly transitory :)
I do enjoy meditaitng in latex enclosures...vac bed, suspension bag, even just in heavy bondage. And I find being gagged adds to the pleasure of this. I actually rather enjoy going through an entire day unable to speak to her or to Sir. The sense of being Other, of being an object is heightened for me when I do this.
A few times I have been suspended for over 24 hours and overnight. This sensation is incredible. I find that I drift off into a special 'space' that many submissives talk about achieving only under severe spankings or whippings. I can get there by being suspended in a latex bag and just allowed to drift in my rubber universe.
Sleeping:
I am typically put to bed in the skinsuit and a rubber nightgown. sometimes I am in bondage, but most nights I am not. I sleep very soundly between rubber sheets and duvet on rubber pillows and I DO have rubbery dreams. Mostly these are erotic in nature and very private, however, the other night I dreamt of returning to teaching and of walking into my class sealed in latex and covered with a burqa. The funny thing was that when i looked up, all the students were either in burqas or sealed in TE as well, and I was gagged...so I stood in front of them all and pointed with a laser pointer at a presentation on the screen for 30 minutes without making a sound. Interestingly, all the female students were gagged too, but the male students could ask questions...which I could not answer, of course.
Going out in public: I simply no longer think twice about wearing the burqa to hide my hooded face. When I interact with people in the outside world, I don't even think about the fact that they cannot see me. Of course, THEY do, but I have lost any inhibitions about it. When I am gagged under the burqa, I do remain a bit more all of, but I still buy groceries, books, look at cosmetics, shoes, and clothes, and interact as I have to with staff and others. I love visiting my friend who runs the Antique store and I love being out and about with maid.
I also find it very sexually stimulating to be out with Sir while I am in total enclosure and burqa. I enjoy the submissive sense of myself walking just behind him, keeping my head bowed, and occasionally doing things like kneeling next to his chair at a restaurant. We have been to the Halal restaurant in London that I wrote about a few times as we've passed through and it is SO Sexy to be submitting like that while there are other women submitting that way too.
Family:
I have been having a long drawn out email conversation with my parents and have to keep assuring them that my new lifestyle is working and I am happy and healthy. My sister seems to understand, our son applauds us in our choices (as does hif girl friend) and Sir's niece and nephew have given us a lot of encouragement. I know I will never make my parents completely comfortable with this, but one must lead one's own ,life. here's a dilemma though, that i dreamt of recently...what do I do if one of my parents dies and I have to attend the funeral? In my dream I attended in latex, but in the real world that would be tough.
I think that's all I have for the moment. However, if you, my dear readers, have questions please ask them and I will endeavour to answer them.
regards
Lady
Many of these particular practices I have detailed in earlier posts, but I thought I would go deeper into my emotional and psychological reactions to them.
First and simplest:
My reactions to being fully encased all the time. Now, after more than 7 and one half months, I can say that this sensation has both retained its tittilation appeal and at the same time become exceedingly normal. My reaction has been to both crave and expect it. There is an incredible sense of anticipation and excitement every morning as I awaken (always between latex sheets, even here on the island) and it is often satisfied with sex. I adore early morning sex with Sir or with maid (or with both) and then the long lazy sensations that follow.
I find that the clear latex suits are so thin that every sensation seems to come thorugh without attenuation even though I know this cannot be true. I suspect I now have either adapted and my sense of touch is actually more sensitive or I would find having nothing between myself and the world exceedingly (and perhaps painfully) amplified because my attenuated sense would be bombarded. Actually, I am fairly certain it is the former because I do not notice that water of my bath against truly naked skin being irritating or too hot/too cold. nor is the towel I am dried with too scratchy or rough. What I DO notice, however, is an incessant craving for maid to hurry up and get me back into my suit. I feel outrageously exposed now even for the hour I am out of the skin suit.
I do truly enjoy the intimacy of being shaved by her and particularly find head shaving while covered in latex elsewhere to be outrageously erotic. I have multiple orgasms during this little ritual. There is an incredible sense of well being as she shaves, then dries, then covers me in the rubber. I almost can't find words for it except to say that I always sigh with a tremendous sense of well being and relief when the thin, clear hood covers my face once again.
I do not notice my hoods. They seem like the most normal thing in the world now and even in the heat I generally no longer find them oppressive in the least. Of course, when Sir has me in three or four hoods and they are specifically intended and tightened or inflated to cause me to feel oppressed (in a sexy way) I do feel that. But my reaction to the skinsuit hood is that it is the normal way to BE in an existential sense. The same is true of my hands being gloved and my feet being footed (is that a word?).
I do notice my other clothing in a sense. Corset, dress, second gloves or hood, boots, etc are all very nice and I find I have a rather girlish tendency to twirl in the mirror after maid dresses me each morning. But it is the same sense I had years ago when I dressed in satin or silk. I love the flowing and the feel of the drape of a sensuous fabric and none is more sensuous than latex.
I still have some trouble when I must put on a second pair of gloves. I'm sure most of you know the issues with gloves not sitting just right so they slide up the fingers and such. Well that still happens to me from time to time, but I deal with it. chlorinating the clothes seems to have worked well.
With respect to other psychology around wearing latex all the time:
I find that being in latex for hours and hours does make me more contemplative. I have begun working on papers again, but this time I am thinking about them from the standpoint of theperson who must turn inward.
That is, I believe, because while I am working on them I am encased and often gagged and even restrained around the house. it changes one's perspective.
Being sealed in a vac bed is an absolute wonder. I often have maid put me in mine even when I have not been ordered to. The sensation is, I think I used the word above, transcendental. Very rapidly I drift away on a soft rubbery dream and have even found it annoying for maid to begin stimulating me sexually when what I really wanted was meditation. This sensation of annoyance, for some reason, is always highly transitory :)
I do enjoy meditaitng in latex enclosures...vac bed, suspension bag, even just in heavy bondage. And I find being gagged adds to the pleasure of this. I actually rather enjoy going through an entire day unable to speak to her or to Sir. The sense of being Other, of being an object is heightened for me when I do this.
A few times I have been suspended for over 24 hours and overnight. This sensation is incredible. I find that I drift off into a special 'space' that many submissives talk about achieving only under severe spankings or whippings. I can get there by being suspended in a latex bag and just allowed to drift in my rubber universe.
Sleeping:
I am typically put to bed in the skinsuit and a rubber nightgown. sometimes I am in bondage, but most nights I am not. I sleep very soundly between rubber sheets and duvet on rubber pillows and I DO have rubbery dreams. Mostly these are erotic in nature and very private, however, the other night I dreamt of returning to teaching and of walking into my class sealed in latex and covered with a burqa. The funny thing was that when i looked up, all the students were either in burqas or sealed in TE as well, and I was gagged...so I stood in front of them all and pointed with a laser pointer at a presentation on the screen for 30 minutes without making a sound. Interestingly, all the female students were gagged too, but the male students could ask questions...which I could not answer, of course.
Going out in public: I simply no longer think twice about wearing the burqa to hide my hooded face. When I interact with people in the outside world, I don't even think about the fact that they cannot see me. Of course, THEY do, but I have lost any inhibitions about it. When I am gagged under the burqa, I do remain a bit more all of, but I still buy groceries, books, look at cosmetics, shoes, and clothes, and interact as I have to with staff and others. I love visiting my friend who runs the Antique store and I love being out and about with maid.
I also find it very sexually stimulating to be out with Sir while I am in total enclosure and burqa. I enjoy the submissive sense of myself walking just behind him, keeping my head bowed, and occasionally doing things like kneeling next to his chair at a restaurant. We have been to the Halal restaurant in London that I wrote about a few times as we've passed through and it is SO Sexy to be submitting like that while there are other women submitting that way too.
Family:
I have been having a long drawn out email conversation with my parents and have to keep assuring them that my new lifestyle is working and I am happy and healthy. My sister seems to understand, our son applauds us in our choices (as does hif girl friend) and Sir's niece and nephew have given us a lot of encouragement. I know I will never make my parents completely comfortable with this, but one must lead one's own ,life. here's a dilemma though, that i dreamt of recently...what do I do if one of my parents dies and I have to attend the funeral? In my dream I attended in latex, but in the real world that would be tough.
I think that's all I have for the moment. However, if you, my dear readers, have questions please ask them and I will endeavour to answer them.
regards
Lady
A Week in Paradise
It has been a most enjoyable week. We (Sir, maid, and I) have been vacationing in Hawaii.
Our usual travel arrangements applied. We passed through security, showing our open faced hoods to a female TSA agent in private (I think htey are getting used to seeing us now). Then, inside security, we put proper full face enclosure hoods back on and re-covered ourselves with our burqas.
Both maid and I stayed in burqas for the duration of the 5-1/2 hour flight from LAX. We were in first class and settled in and slept through most of the flight.
We landed at the airport in Hawaii and maid and I had our first taste of Hawaiian hospitality. There was somone waiting at the airport to place leis on us. The poor girl was shocked when Sir identified us. How do you put a lei on a woman in a burqa? Maid and I chuckled and bent our heads a bit, but we still had to hold them in place while we waited for the luggage.
Once our luggage had been collected we were taken by limo to the harbor where we boarded a launch and were taken by boat to a private villa Sir has rented for us. This house is gorgeous. It has four large bedrooms and overlooks the ocean and an isolated beach. There is a grounds and housekeeping staff that come in everyday. They were a bit surprised by our attire, but we don't see them much. Having a regular housekeeping staff allows maid to take a holiday a bit as well. she is only required to bathe, dress, and attend to my needs as opposed to her usual duties which include cooking and cleaning.
We have spent the week relaxing, playing, and I've even been scuba diving in the ocean which I had not counted on. Sir and I are both certified divers, but I have not been in open water since last summer and certainly not since I started my total enclosure regimen.
But the beach here is so private and secluded that I simply walked out to the water in full gear and still in total enclosure. Sir and I went beach diving several times. We have a fair amount of experience with this because he likes to play games with me in our pool, so I am used to wearing a BC and tank over a black rubber full enclosure suit. Things fit tightly, but that is, of course, the point.
We also went out at night to some very nice performances. There is a wonderful performance here that is like a cirque du soleil show but documents in music, dance, and acrobatics the history of the hawaiian people. We attended the other night. Yes, we had a few stares directed at two ladies in flowing robes in the tropical evening.
I should explain something about heat here. We have been quite careful to stay indoors during the high heat (about 30C or 85F) in the middle of the day. But the island is subject to constant winds and actually cools to as low as 68F during the evening. So it is actually not bad to go out in the evenings or to lay out on a lanai in the morning after we have breakfast.. That, by the way, I have been doing in just the transparent skinsuit, so it is, I suppose, our version of nude sunbathing :)
So, going out in the evening in skinsuit, dress, and burqa has been just fine. The humidity is actually not too high here.
We've done some museums and some dinners out, but for the most part, we've stayed in our wonderful villa, relaxing. I have seldom seen Sir stay away from email and work for so long. He has been spending days in latex enclosure with me and maid and we've been haivng loads of fun.
We return in a couple of days and go back to the 'real world' but much relaxed and rested.
Regards
Lady
Our usual travel arrangements applied. We passed through security, showing our open faced hoods to a female TSA agent in private (I think htey are getting used to seeing us now). Then, inside security, we put proper full face enclosure hoods back on and re-covered ourselves with our burqas.
Both maid and I stayed in burqas for the duration of the 5-1/2 hour flight from LAX. We were in first class and settled in and slept through most of the flight.
We landed at the airport in Hawaii and maid and I had our first taste of Hawaiian hospitality. There was somone waiting at the airport to place leis on us. The poor girl was shocked when Sir identified us. How do you put a lei on a woman in a burqa? Maid and I chuckled and bent our heads a bit, but we still had to hold them in place while we waited for the luggage.
Once our luggage had been collected we were taken by limo to the harbor where we boarded a launch and were taken by boat to a private villa Sir has rented for us. This house is gorgeous. It has four large bedrooms and overlooks the ocean and an isolated beach. There is a grounds and housekeeping staff that come in everyday. They were a bit surprised by our attire, but we don't see them much. Having a regular housekeeping staff allows maid to take a holiday a bit as well. she is only required to bathe, dress, and attend to my needs as opposed to her usual duties which include cooking and cleaning.
We have spent the week relaxing, playing, and I've even been scuba diving in the ocean which I had not counted on. Sir and I are both certified divers, but I have not been in open water since last summer and certainly not since I started my total enclosure regimen.
But the beach here is so private and secluded that I simply walked out to the water in full gear and still in total enclosure. Sir and I went beach diving several times. We have a fair amount of experience with this because he likes to play games with me in our pool, so I am used to wearing a BC and tank over a black rubber full enclosure suit. Things fit tightly, but that is, of course, the point.
We also went out at night to some very nice performances. There is a wonderful performance here that is like a cirque du soleil show but documents in music, dance, and acrobatics the history of the hawaiian people. We attended the other night. Yes, we had a few stares directed at two ladies in flowing robes in the tropical evening.
I should explain something about heat here. We have been quite careful to stay indoors during the high heat (about 30C or 85F) in the middle of the day. But the island is subject to constant winds and actually cools to as low as 68F during the evening. So it is actually not bad to go out in the evenings or to lay out on a lanai in the morning after we have breakfast.. That, by the way, I have been doing in just the transparent skinsuit, so it is, I suppose, our version of nude sunbathing :)
So, going out in the evening in skinsuit, dress, and burqa has been just fine. The humidity is actually not too high here.
We've done some museums and some dinners out, but for the most part, we've stayed in our wonderful villa, relaxing. I have seldom seen Sir stay away from email and work for so long. He has been spending days in latex enclosure with me and maid and we've been haivng loads of fun.
We return in a couple of days and go back to the 'real world' but much relaxed and rested.
Regards
Lady
Monday, August 15, 2005
Sleeping and Cooling in Latex
I thought for this entry I would talk about a couple of issues I have received questions about recently. Sleeping and dealing with the summer heat.
Sleeping arrangements in our house are, like many other things, elaborate. I am required to sleep whereever Sir tells me to each evening. Most of the time I sleep with him. Our bed is a king sized waterbed and is made up with latex sheets and a latex duvet. These have now been chlorinated and are as smooth as silk.
My sleeping attire is most boring, I assure you. No skimpy negligee or baby dolls here. I usually wear a long sleeved, ankle length, high collared nightgown. I have some that are over the head and some that are peignor style, that is open fronted.
I sleep in my transparent skin suit, of course. The nightgown goes over this and I usually just wear that for sleeping. But sometimes I am required to sleep in full bondage gear. This will typically be a second catsuit, gloves, boots, and a hood. I am usually corseted during these sessions as well. And I am made to sleep in bondage, arms bound behind my back, hogtie position, or some other form of bondage.
On rare occasions I am required to sleep in my vacuum bed. When this happens I am usually just in my skinsuit.
I had a bit of trouble learning to sleep with a hood on but that was many years ago. When we started the total enclosure I had to learn to sleep everynight in a hooded catsuit. This is a bit different from sleeping in a separate catsuit and hood. The hooded suits have to be made to measure and fitted to not be too tight when I'm sleeping in one.
We are always careful that I can breathe through both mouth and nose. Even the vacuum bed is fitted with a hospital style oxygen mask inside, so I breathe through both mouth and nose.
With respect to summer heat, this year has been a bit of a challenge. I understand from acquaintances that this is one of the hottest summers in recent memory here. However, we have adapted our regimen somewhat.
First, I stay indoors most of the time and as I have explained before we keep th ehouse at 68 degrees. secondly, I have for many years in Texas taught myself to walk slowly when wearing a lot of latex. I still do that now that I am fully enclosed, but of course that would never be enough in full enclosure in the Texas heat.
Sir has allowed me to, if I choose, dispense with the second catsuit and hood I usually wear and even a street dress when it is most hot. I must say that I have never gone out in nothing more than a skinsuit and burqa. But I have gone out wearing just the burqa over a loose dress and skinsuit with no second hood or gloves. We also tend to wear white latex as much as possible during the summer months as well. Or the lighter red or blue colors, although I only have red white and black veils for outdoors.
I hope that answers some of the questions I've been receiving. More later
Regards
Lady
Sleeping arrangements in our house are, like many other things, elaborate. I am required to sleep whereever Sir tells me to each evening. Most of the time I sleep with him. Our bed is a king sized waterbed and is made up with latex sheets and a latex duvet. These have now been chlorinated and are as smooth as silk.
My sleeping attire is most boring, I assure you. No skimpy negligee or baby dolls here. I usually wear a long sleeved, ankle length, high collared nightgown. I have some that are over the head and some that are peignor style, that is open fronted.
I sleep in my transparent skin suit, of course. The nightgown goes over this and I usually just wear that for sleeping. But sometimes I am required to sleep in full bondage gear. This will typically be a second catsuit, gloves, boots, and a hood. I am usually corseted during these sessions as well. And I am made to sleep in bondage, arms bound behind my back, hogtie position, or some other form of bondage.
On rare occasions I am required to sleep in my vacuum bed. When this happens I am usually just in my skinsuit.
I had a bit of trouble learning to sleep with a hood on but that was many years ago. When we started the total enclosure I had to learn to sleep everynight in a hooded catsuit. This is a bit different from sleeping in a separate catsuit and hood. The hooded suits have to be made to measure and fitted to not be too tight when I'm sleeping in one.
We are always careful that I can breathe through both mouth and nose. Even the vacuum bed is fitted with a hospital style oxygen mask inside, so I breathe through both mouth and nose.
With respect to summer heat, this year has been a bit of a challenge. I understand from acquaintances that this is one of the hottest summers in recent memory here. However, we have adapted our regimen somewhat.
First, I stay indoors most of the time and as I have explained before we keep th ehouse at 68 degrees. secondly, I have for many years in Texas taught myself to walk slowly when wearing a lot of latex. I still do that now that I am fully enclosed, but of course that would never be enough in full enclosure in the Texas heat.
Sir has allowed me to, if I choose, dispense with the second catsuit and hood I usually wear and even a street dress when it is most hot. I must say that I have never gone out in nothing more than a skinsuit and burqa. But I have gone out wearing just the burqa over a loose dress and skinsuit with no second hood or gloves. We also tend to wear white latex as much as possible during the summer months as well. Or the lighter red or blue colors, although I only have red white and black veils for outdoors.
I hope that answers some of the questions I've been receiving. More later
Regards
Lady
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
A Visit from an Old Friend
I had a question recently about how long I was going to remian enclosed. It came from a friend of mine who is a university professor. she came over a few days ago to discuss my collaborating with her on a paper.
She was aware, from some emails we had exchanged, that I was trying this new lifestyle as a fully enclosed rubberist, but she had not visited me since i left Texas. So she had not seen me in full enclosure.
She rang the bell one afternoon last week and as it happened, I was the only one home. Madi was out shopping. So, I had to drop my burqa on over me before I could answer the door...the rule being that I do not show my hooded face to the public. Actually, it porbably wouldn't be a big deal if I answered the door hooded (maid has on occassion), but it has become a bt of a habit now to just duck under the burqa before confronting the real world.
She was a bit taken aback at first, asked if it was 'mme' under there, and when I said yes, she came on in. I pulled the burqa off and left it on its hook by the door.
Julia looked at how I was dressed underneath and let aout a "wow", then, with just a bit of hesitation, reached out and hugged me. We've known each other for many years (more than either of us like to admit) and we've always been good friends. No, there isn't anything kinky or sexual here, we just tend to hug when we see each other, which is notthat often as she lives in a completely different part of the country as I (and sometimes a different part of the world).
I was dressed in a blue dress, ankle length, full skirted, long leg of mutton sleeves, high collar, belted waist, with ruffles at the chest, neck, and sleeve cuffs. I had a pair of lack gloves on under the sleeves, but no hood or stockings over my transparent skinsuit.
The skinsuit was my blue tinted transparent one. so julia got to see my face covered in transparent latex and the fact that I no longer have any hair on my head. Usually, I would have worn a black hood as well, but with the summer heat, I have taken to not putting it on as much, particularly if I am around the house.
Just as well because I had forgotten she was coming and earlier I had been contemplating a mouthless gagging hood before I decided not to put it back on after lunch.
I hugged her back and told her to come on in and we went into the living room. I asked if she wanted tea and she said yes, then followed me into the kitchen. I put a kettle on and she started asking about how I was dressed, how long, how much, etc, etc. Julia has never been known for her shyness.
She commented on how deftly I made tea in two pairs of goves (after I explained that) and I explained how I had been forced to learn whole new ways of doing things after I became encased.
That got us into a whole long discussion about being encased. I explained quite straightforwardly what I was doing and why and tried to answer her questions. Julia is very open minded and came quickly to understand my reasoning and rationale for encasing, for living a D/s lifestyle and even for adopting the burqa in public.
Julia was fascinated adn we talked for quite a while. She watched me very closely as I drank my tea and ate some cookies. Have you ever noticed how crumbs accumulate around the mouthhole of a hood. I found I was much more aware of them eating in front of her than I usually am. I felt like I was constantly wiping my lips and chin.
After a bit more conversation, we got down to the business Julia had originally come to visit for. She wanted some help on a paper she had an idea for. She had several pages of data having to do with my area of specialization and wanted some help with analysis.
As we sat side by side on the sofa going over her data, it very quickly became just like old times. She and I used to do this a lot during our postdoc period. We would sit side by side going over data and papers and computer printouts (this was a LONG time ago) for hours.
Pretty soon we were working just as we always had. The first couple of times her hand brushed my glove she flinched a bit, but very quickly she got over it. After a while she moved even closer as we got more and ore into the work.
When we were done, I got up and went to make us some more tea. About that time maid came in.I had told Julia that maid was out and we had discussed that she wore latex as well, just not always full enclosure. So she was somewhat prepared when maid came in in a pink rubber french maid's uniform with black gloves and boots.
Julia let out a "Whoa!" but maid was the funny one. She stopped when she saw Julia sitting comfortably on the sofa and looked around, her arms full of shopping bags, and just sort of stuttered,"uh...he-he-hello?" while she looked around for me. I swear that she must have thought she walked into the wrong house.
I came out of the kitchen, introduced the two of them and told maid to put the shopping away and bring us more tea. She had recovered her composure by the time tea was ready and Julia had the opportunity to see how maid acts as a real maid, serving tea, cleaning the kitchen, collecting the dishes.
We chatted another half hour and Julia broached the subject of me coming back into the university world. I obviously demurred, explaining that I was quite committed to the full enclosure lifestyle we have chosen.
Julia looked at me and asked, "How long are you going to continue the experiment?"
Almost without thinking about it, I said, "forever." And at that moment I realized that I have essentially made the decision to transform the 'experiment' into a lifestyle choice. After almost 7 and a half months, the latex just seems so natural that I can't imagine returning to to my old mode of dress and life.
Julia sat back for a moment and i saw her studying maid as she cleared the dishes from our last pot of tea. "You know what? You could probably find a nice liberal university that would accept your desire to wear the burqa. Why wouldn't they?"
It might be possile., but i don't think I will be returning to the classroom anytime soon. We'll see.
It is certainly something to think about...a professor teaching in a rubber burqa. Lord, I haven't a thing to wear! :)
Regards
Lady
She was aware, from some emails we had exchanged, that I was trying this new lifestyle as a fully enclosed rubberist, but she had not visited me since i left Texas. So she had not seen me in full enclosure.
She rang the bell one afternoon last week and as it happened, I was the only one home. Madi was out shopping. So, I had to drop my burqa on over me before I could answer the door...the rule being that I do not show my hooded face to the public. Actually, it porbably wouldn't be a big deal if I answered the door hooded (maid has on occassion), but it has become a bt of a habit now to just duck under the burqa before confronting the real world.
She was a bit taken aback at first, asked if it was 'mme' under there, and when I said yes, she came on in. I pulled the burqa off and left it on its hook by the door.
Julia looked at how I was dressed underneath and let aout a "wow", then, with just a bit of hesitation, reached out and hugged me. We've known each other for many years (more than either of us like to admit) and we've always been good friends. No, there isn't anything kinky or sexual here, we just tend to hug when we see each other, which is notthat often as she lives in a completely different part of the country as I (and sometimes a different part of the world).
I was dressed in a blue dress, ankle length, full skirted, long leg of mutton sleeves, high collar, belted waist, with ruffles at the chest, neck, and sleeve cuffs. I had a pair of lack gloves on under the sleeves, but no hood or stockings over my transparent skinsuit.
The skinsuit was my blue tinted transparent one. so julia got to see my face covered in transparent latex and the fact that I no longer have any hair on my head. Usually, I would have worn a black hood as well, but with the summer heat, I have taken to not putting it on as much, particularly if I am around the house.
Just as well because I had forgotten she was coming and earlier I had been contemplating a mouthless gagging hood before I decided not to put it back on after lunch.
I hugged her back and told her to come on in and we went into the living room. I asked if she wanted tea and she said yes, then followed me into the kitchen. I put a kettle on and she started asking about how I was dressed, how long, how much, etc, etc. Julia has never been known for her shyness.
She commented on how deftly I made tea in two pairs of goves (after I explained that) and I explained how I had been forced to learn whole new ways of doing things after I became encased.
That got us into a whole long discussion about being encased. I explained quite straightforwardly what I was doing and why and tried to answer her questions. Julia is very open minded and came quickly to understand my reasoning and rationale for encasing, for living a D/s lifestyle and even for adopting the burqa in public.
Julia was fascinated adn we talked for quite a while. She watched me very closely as I drank my tea and ate some cookies. Have you ever noticed how crumbs accumulate around the mouthhole of a hood. I found I was much more aware of them eating in front of her than I usually am. I felt like I was constantly wiping my lips and chin.
After a bit more conversation, we got down to the business Julia had originally come to visit for. She wanted some help on a paper she had an idea for. She had several pages of data having to do with my area of specialization and wanted some help with analysis.
As we sat side by side on the sofa going over her data, it very quickly became just like old times. She and I used to do this a lot during our postdoc period. We would sit side by side going over data and papers and computer printouts (this was a LONG time ago) for hours.
Pretty soon we were working just as we always had. The first couple of times her hand brushed my glove she flinched a bit, but very quickly she got over it. After a while she moved even closer as we got more and ore into the work.
When we were done, I got up and went to make us some more tea. About that time maid came in.I had told Julia that maid was out and we had discussed that she wore latex as well, just not always full enclosure. So she was somewhat prepared when maid came in in a pink rubber french maid's uniform with black gloves and boots.
Julia let out a "Whoa!" but maid was the funny one. She stopped when she saw Julia sitting comfortably on the sofa and looked around, her arms full of shopping bags, and just sort of stuttered,"uh...he-he-hello?" while she looked around for me. I swear that she must have thought she walked into the wrong house.
I came out of the kitchen, introduced the two of them and told maid to put the shopping away and bring us more tea. She had recovered her composure by the time tea was ready and Julia had the opportunity to see how maid acts as a real maid, serving tea, cleaning the kitchen, collecting the dishes.
We chatted another half hour and Julia broached the subject of me coming back into the university world. I obviously demurred, explaining that I was quite committed to the full enclosure lifestyle we have chosen.
Julia looked at me and asked, "How long are you going to continue the experiment?"
Almost without thinking about it, I said, "forever." And at that moment I realized that I have essentially made the decision to transform the 'experiment' into a lifestyle choice. After almost 7 and a half months, the latex just seems so natural that I can't imagine returning to to my old mode of dress and life.
Julia sat back for a moment and i saw her studying maid as she cleared the dishes from our last pot of tea. "You know what? You could probably find a nice liberal university that would accept your desire to wear the burqa. Why wouldn't they?"
It might be possile., but i don't think I will be returning to the classroom anytime soon. We'll see.
It is certainly something to think about...a professor teaching in a rubber burqa. Lord, I haven't a thing to wear! :)
Regards
Lady
Monday, August 01, 2005
Midnight Run for Harry Potter
We went out to a local Barnes and Noble bookstore the other night to acquire the new Harry Potter novel. I have been staying indoors during the past few weeks because of the heat here in San Jose and because Sir felt it might be judicious for me to not appear too much given the recent events in London. However, we have been going out at night, that is, he and I, and we have had no trouble.
I have enjoyed all the previous HP books and Sir decided that we should go to the 12:01 first sale party at our local B & N. I dressed up in my grey victorian latex dress, and black hood, gloves, and boots. I really must see about getting grey gloves and hood to match.
I wore the black burqa, and chose not to wear a gag under it for this excursion. We drove to the store and went inside about 11.30.
By the way, just to re-iterate, and because there was some wuery about this in the comments to a previous posting, the primary reason I wear the burqa now is because to appear in public with a black, full face hood on, would get me stopped, harassed, and possibly arrested. While not officially illegal in the state of California, full face hoods or masks are considered threatening. But burqas and niqabs and such veils are considered acceptable (most of the time) and that is why I wear it in public so that I can be fully hooded underneath.
The store was full with about 250 children and an almost equivalent number of parents. They were boisterous, noisy, and quite wonderful. All were waiting for the magic Harry Potter witching hour.
I willsay we created a sort of bubble of quiet as we walked in. We walked over to the cafe section admidst about 100 open mouths and pairs of eyes. The children were amazed and I think the parents were a bit stunned.
Sir had me sit at a table while he acquired some drinks for us. I picked up a magazine along the way and sat reading it, glancing surreptitiously through my perforations at the people around me.
The mothers were cautiously curious but not too much. Pretty much, they began to ignore me. Not so the kids. The word must have flashed around the store very quickly because within about two minutes I noticed a steady stream of children passing by the cafe entrance lookig at me.
Sir brought our drinks back (an iced tea for me) and we sat for a few minutes enjoying them. I commented to him about the children and he said he had noticed them too. We chuckled about the stir we had made.
A few minutes before midnight we finished up our drinks and wandered over to the place where I got in line to collect my copy of the book. Sir wandered around and then took up a spot in the stacks where he could watch.
I was between two little girls, each about 12, I think. They were obviously intrigued by the black cloaked woman, but it was me that was most surpirased when the girl in front turned around and looked at my face and said, "are you a witch?"
I nearly died laughing. I told her no, I just liked Harry and wanted to get a copy as quickly as possible just like her. She asked why I was dressed "like that" and I told her I was required to cover myself. she said, "oh. Like the sisters at school?"
"Yes", I replied, "something like that." Then she surprised me again by asking which character I liked best in the books.
Suffice it to say that for the next 15 minutes we had a nice conversation about the intricacies of plot and character in the previous 5 books. The girl behind me joined in as well and we were chatting about it quite comfortably.
The service clerk was taken a bit aback when it was my turn to pick up a book. I think he was not expecting a Texan accent when I asked for just one copy (they were letting people buy up to 2).
After that we stood in line again to pay and I once more had to deal with a service clerk and hand over my credit card. The girls were still standing around and they wanted to know if I had to wear gloves all the time too when they saw my hands. I said, "yes, we're not supposed to show any skin."
A few minutes later I wandered over to where Sir was watching, grinnig from ear to ear. A few minutes later, we left the store, wandered out to the car and headed home. Sir just kept laughing all the way home. I was giggling too thinking about how easily the girls and I met on the plane of Harry Potter fandom.
Regards
Lady
I have enjoyed all the previous HP books and Sir decided that we should go to the 12:01 first sale party at our local B & N. I dressed up in my grey victorian latex dress, and black hood, gloves, and boots. I really must see about getting grey gloves and hood to match.
I wore the black burqa, and chose not to wear a gag under it for this excursion. We drove to the store and went inside about 11.30.
By the way, just to re-iterate, and because there was some wuery about this in the comments to a previous posting, the primary reason I wear the burqa now is because to appear in public with a black, full face hood on, would get me stopped, harassed, and possibly arrested. While not officially illegal in the state of California, full face hoods or masks are considered threatening. But burqas and niqabs and such veils are considered acceptable (most of the time) and that is why I wear it in public so that I can be fully hooded underneath.
The store was full with about 250 children and an almost equivalent number of parents. They were boisterous, noisy, and quite wonderful. All were waiting for the magic Harry Potter witching hour.
I willsay we created a sort of bubble of quiet as we walked in. We walked over to the cafe section admidst about 100 open mouths and pairs of eyes. The children were amazed and I think the parents were a bit stunned.
Sir had me sit at a table while he acquired some drinks for us. I picked up a magazine along the way and sat reading it, glancing surreptitiously through my perforations at the people around me.
The mothers were cautiously curious but not too much. Pretty much, they began to ignore me. Not so the kids. The word must have flashed around the store very quickly because within about two minutes I noticed a steady stream of children passing by the cafe entrance lookig at me.
Sir brought our drinks back (an iced tea for me) and we sat for a few minutes enjoying them. I commented to him about the children and he said he had noticed them too. We chuckled about the stir we had made.
A few minutes before midnight we finished up our drinks and wandered over to the place where I got in line to collect my copy of the book. Sir wandered around and then took up a spot in the stacks where he could watch.
I was between two little girls, each about 12, I think. They were obviously intrigued by the black cloaked woman, but it was me that was most surpirased when the girl in front turned around and looked at my face and said, "are you a witch?"
I nearly died laughing. I told her no, I just liked Harry and wanted to get a copy as quickly as possible just like her. She asked why I was dressed "like that" and I told her I was required to cover myself. she said, "oh. Like the sisters at school?"
"Yes", I replied, "something like that." Then she surprised me again by asking which character I liked best in the books.
Suffice it to say that for the next 15 minutes we had a nice conversation about the intricacies of plot and character in the previous 5 books. The girl behind me joined in as well and we were chatting about it quite comfortably.
The service clerk was taken a bit aback when it was my turn to pick up a book. I think he was not expecting a Texan accent when I asked for just one copy (they were letting people buy up to 2).
After that we stood in line again to pay and I once more had to deal with a service clerk and hand over my credit card. The girls were still standing around and they wanted to know if I had to wear gloves all the time too when they saw my hands. I said, "yes, we're not supposed to show any skin."
A few minutes later I wandered over to where Sir was watching, grinnig from ear to ear. A few minutes later, we left the store, wandered out to the car and headed home. Sir just kept laughing all the way home. I was giggling too thinking about how easily the girls and I met on the plane of Harry Potter fandom.
Regards
Lady
Friday, July 29, 2005
Health Issues in Total Enclosure
I have been asked recently to address myself more to day to day life in full enclosure and to answer some questions from readers of my blog about such issues. It is odd, but I seem to forget to do that because day to day life seems so normal to me now. I, to be honest, hardly notice the enclosed and encased aspect of my life, the ritualistic dressing and indressing in multiple layers, and the daily D/s rituals we undertake.
So I shall try to confront some of these more prosaic, yet ultimately, I realize, facinating questions about how one can spend 7 months now in total latex encasement.
A recent query was what about visits to a doctor or what would I do in event of a health emergency. Sir and I have considered this issue carefully and we have certain rules in place for handling the situations that might arise. These rules encompass me, maid, and even Sir.
First, if I should develop a sudden allergic reaction to the rubber. This is a real possibilityas latex sensitivity can come on suddenly after years of wear, but might be more likely in as situation where the wearer has been exposed for extended periods as I am. Sir and I have agreed that, in the event of any indication of severe allergic reaction such as anaphylactic shock or even a precursor such as massive rash or itching poutbreak, I will be immediately stripped to the real skin and paramedics called. The experiment ends there.
Should a minor irritation occur, as happenned early on when maid left me too wet after a bath in one area, we will handle as we did then, leaving me in my skin suit if possible and treating it topically.
Should something like a heart attack occur or a serious burn or other injury, paramedics will be called and we will all simply have to face the embarrassment of being caught in flagrante latexo, as it were. If it is possible to get us into normal street clothes before they arrive, we will, but not at the risk of more injury. And this would also terminate the experiment.
However, for simple things such as a case of bronchitis, flu, or cold where I felt I needed a doctor's advice, we took a slightly different approach. We acquired a regular physician who makes house calls.
Now many poeple will say right here that this clearly means I am writing fiction. Ask most poeple in this country and they will tell you that no doctor has made house calls in 30 years. However, it is still possible to get one to do so...for only money.
If you travel as much as we do (particularly Sir) you learn that a good concierge at a hotel can work miracles. And, interestingly enough, hotels are sensitive to guests who find themselves under the weather. Sir and I have, on occassion, over many years of travel, availed ourselves of a hotel's doctor service.
Hotels will have a service or specific doctor they can call that will come out to the hotel and treat you on site for anything short of appendicitis. Yes, they will charge you a couple of hundred dollars or more for the service, and they don't take insurance, but we have always found that we can file a claim later and the insurance company will reimburse some portion.
When we started our experiment, Sir stopped at a local San Jose hotel and asked the concierge for the number of their doctor. Even though he wasn't a guest (and the concierge may not have known that) he was politely given the nmber. He called and checked to see if they would come to the house as well and the answer was yes.
By the way, hotels are, for all practical purposes, public service centers in many ways. Need a res room? There'll be one in the lobby. Need a taxi, there'll be one at the door, need directions or a restaurant recommendation? Ask the concierge or the doorman. Just need otrest when you've been walking all over London in a rubber burqa? Just walk in and sit in the lobby for a short while.Hotels are not really concerned with who uses their lobby services as long as you look like you might be a guest; if not today, then later in time.
My first cold, which I blogged, we handled ourselves. But a story I have not blogged involved me getting a bit of bronchitis a few months ago. It was annoying, but nowhere near as messy as the sneezing episodes. However, after a week, I was not getting better with over the counter remedies and Sir decided I needed a doctor.
We planned ahead. I was still covered in latex, but in separate hood, gloves, top, tights, and skirt with no skinsuit underneath in case the doctor needed to inject me or otherwise examine me closely. I was also, when he arrived at the house, in my burqa as was maid.
Sir had asked if there was a female doctor, but the service has none probably because women would not feel safe venturing into a stranger's house to perform exams and such.
The doctor who arrived was in his sixties or seventies, carried the traditional doctor's black bag, and was a bit shocked when Sir let him into our living room where two burqa'd women waited. Sir explained that we would need to remain covered unless absolutely necessary. The doctor took it in stride. I assume he thought we were muslim, but he didn't comment.
He said that he had treated women who had these requirements and that I could stay veiled, but he would have to be allowed to touch my chest and back to diagnose me.
So, maid lifted my burqa enough to give him access to my blouse and he had me unsnap it enough for him to slip the stethescope beneath it to listen to my lungs. He pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves and to his credit, he warmed the stethescope before putting it to my skin. I hadn't thought about him wearing rubber gloves, but, of course, almost all do now when they do any exam requiring contact.
He listened for a few moments, then asked if I had a fever, sore throat, or the sniffles. Sir said that no, we had just taken my tmp and it was normal as was my throat and nose. He also informed the doctor that my pulse was 72, my blood pressure 120/82, explaining that he had used one of the Omron wrist monitors just before the doctor arrived. I purposely did not speak.
He seemed satisfied with this, pronounced me as suffering bronchitis and wrote a prescription for oral pennicilin after asking if I was allergic to it. Maid helped me pull the burqa back into place. During the entire examination it had not left my face and head, merely been lifted and held, almost like a train, by maid.
He prescribed bed rest for a few days, said to watch for any fever and to call his office if I wasn't better in 10 days and he would return. He cautioned Sir about it developing into pneumonia and then he was ready to go. His office had already billed Sir's credit card for the $225 for a visit.
Should I have another need for a house call we will call him back. He did caution Sir about the possibility of latex allergy as he left and Sir assured him we were well aware of the issue. The dotor's only comment was, "yes, I guess you would be."
I spent a few days in bed, took my medicine and got better. we never filled the second prescription and haven't had a need to call him back.
So that is my doctor story. yes, you can be treated in latex without ever leaving your home. I do not know how we will handle my next pap smear and breast exam, however. But that's a few months away. and yes, maid and I do personal exams every month at least. Actually it's more like every week. And we do her as well as me even though she is in her 20's.
Next I think I will blog our recent foray in the dark of noght to the bookstore to acquire the latest Harry Potter at 12:01AM...amidst a hundred pre-teenage children. That was interesting!
So I shall try to confront some of these more prosaic, yet ultimately, I realize, facinating questions about how one can spend 7 months now in total latex encasement.
A recent query was what about visits to a doctor or what would I do in event of a health emergency. Sir and I have considered this issue carefully and we have certain rules in place for handling the situations that might arise. These rules encompass me, maid, and even Sir.
First, if I should develop a sudden allergic reaction to the rubber. This is a real possibilityas latex sensitivity can come on suddenly after years of wear, but might be more likely in as situation where the wearer has been exposed for extended periods as I am. Sir and I have agreed that, in the event of any indication of severe allergic reaction such as anaphylactic shock or even a precursor such as massive rash or itching poutbreak, I will be immediately stripped to the real skin and paramedics called. The experiment ends there.
Should a minor irritation occur, as happenned early on when maid left me too wet after a bath in one area, we will handle as we did then, leaving me in my skin suit if possible and treating it topically.
Should something like a heart attack occur or a serious burn or other injury, paramedics will be called and we will all simply have to face the embarrassment of being caught in flagrante latexo, as it were. If it is possible to get us into normal street clothes before they arrive, we will, but not at the risk of more injury. And this would also terminate the experiment.
However, for simple things such as a case of bronchitis, flu, or cold where I felt I needed a doctor's advice, we took a slightly different approach. We acquired a regular physician who makes house calls.
Now many poeple will say right here that this clearly means I am writing fiction. Ask most poeple in this country and they will tell you that no doctor has made house calls in 30 years. However, it is still possible to get one to do so...for only money.
If you travel as much as we do (particularly Sir) you learn that a good concierge at a hotel can work miracles. And, interestingly enough, hotels are sensitive to guests who find themselves under the weather. Sir and I have, on occassion, over many years of travel, availed ourselves of a hotel's doctor service.
Hotels will have a service or specific doctor they can call that will come out to the hotel and treat you on site for anything short of appendicitis. Yes, they will charge you a couple of hundred dollars or more for the service, and they don't take insurance, but we have always found that we can file a claim later and the insurance company will reimburse some portion.
When we started our experiment, Sir stopped at a local San Jose hotel and asked the concierge for the number of their doctor. Even though he wasn't a guest (and the concierge may not have known that) he was politely given the nmber. He called and checked to see if they would come to the house as well and the answer was yes.
By the way, hotels are, for all practical purposes, public service centers in many ways. Need a res room? There'll be one in the lobby. Need a taxi, there'll be one at the door, need directions or a restaurant recommendation? Ask the concierge or the doorman. Just need otrest when you've been walking all over London in a rubber burqa? Just walk in and sit in the lobby for a short while.Hotels are not really concerned with who uses their lobby services as long as you look like you might be a guest; if not today, then later in time.
My first cold, which I blogged, we handled ourselves. But a story I have not blogged involved me getting a bit of bronchitis a few months ago. It was annoying, but nowhere near as messy as the sneezing episodes. However, after a week, I was not getting better with over the counter remedies and Sir decided I needed a doctor.
We planned ahead. I was still covered in latex, but in separate hood, gloves, top, tights, and skirt with no skinsuit underneath in case the doctor needed to inject me or otherwise examine me closely. I was also, when he arrived at the house, in my burqa as was maid.
Sir had asked if there was a female doctor, but the service has none probably because women would not feel safe venturing into a stranger's house to perform exams and such.
The doctor who arrived was in his sixties or seventies, carried the traditional doctor's black bag, and was a bit shocked when Sir let him into our living room where two burqa'd women waited. Sir explained that we would need to remain covered unless absolutely necessary. The doctor took it in stride. I assume he thought we were muslim, but he didn't comment.
He said that he had treated women who had these requirements and that I could stay veiled, but he would have to be allowed to touch my chest and back to diagnose me.
So, maid lifted my burqa enough to give him access to my blouse and he had me unsnap it enough for him to slip the stethescope beneath it to listen to my lungs. He pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves and to his credit, he warmed the stethescope before putting it to my skin. I hadn't thought about him wearing rubber gloves, but, of course, almost all do now when they do any exam requiring contact.
He listened for a few moments, then asked if I had a fever, sore throat, or the sniffles. Sir said that no, we had just taken my tmp and it was normal as was my throat and nose. He also informed the doctor that my pulse was 72, my blood pressure 120/82, explaining that he had used one of the Omron wrist monitors just before the doctor arrived. I purposely did not speak.
He seemed satisfied with this, pronounced me as suffering bronchitis and wrote a prescription for oral pennicilin after asking if I was allergic to it. Maid helped me pull the burqa back into place. During the entire examination it had not left my face and head, merely been lifted and held, almost like a train, by maid.
He prescribed bed rest for a few days, said to watch for any fever and to call his office if I wasn't better in 10 days and he would return. He cautioned Sir about it developing into pneumonia and then he was ready to go. His office had already billed Sir's credit card for the $225 for a visit.
Should I have another need for a house call we will call him back. He did caution Sir about the possibility of latex allergy as he left and Sir assured him we were well aware of the issue. The dotor's only comment was, "yes, I guess you would be."
I spent a few days in bed, took my medicine and got better. we never filled the second prescription and haven't had a need to call him back.
So that is my doctor story. yes, you can be treated in latex without ever leaving your home. I do not know how we will handle my next pap smear and breast exam, however. But that's a few months away. and yes, maid and I do personal exams every month at least. Actually it's more like every week. And we do her as well as me even though she is in her 20's.
Next I think I will blog our recent foray in the dark of noght to the bookstore to acquire the latest Harry Potter at 12:01AM...amidst a hundred pre-teenage children. That was interesting!
Friday, July 22, 2005
The Family Reunion
I just realized I never actually got around to blogging our Family Reunion with Sir's family. With all the trouble in London, I suppose I forgot that I had not actually detailed our visit to Sir's family.
After we checked into our hotel (and after a very long flight from London) we waited a while until our son and his girlfriend, Wei, checked into the same hotel. So, we met our son and Wei for dinner.
For dinner we went downtown to a very nice restaurant. I wore my white burqa and Sir wore his black latex blazer and slacks. I have mentioned before that our son came out to us at Christmas about his own rubberist predelictions. He wore black rubber slacks and blazer too over a red catsuit. Wei showed up wearing a cute little sailor outfit in latex. She had picked it up in Japan. It has a very short blue skirt and a white top with blue sailor collar, a big red bow, and long gloves, all in latex. She was just gorgeous.
We had fun at dinner and got to know Wei more. she was fascinated with how I have to eat in the burqa and I just loved watching her and the two most important men in my life.
The next day we went to see Sir's family. Wei wore her sailor outfit again so as to make me feel more comfortable with two of us in latex. Sir's family were very shocked when we first showed up and I was afraid they would not be accepting of me in my rubbered state.
Sir and I had decided that, as with my family, I would remove my burqa and let them see me with a transparent faced hood. Once I removed my burqa and we explained that this was smply how I was dressing now, everything pretty quickly got back to normal. Certainly, they think I'm weird now, just as my own family does, but they were already sure of that with respect to Sir. It helped that Wei was with us in her latex skirt and top.
For the first day I was wearing my long white dress and a white hood with transparent face. I was still wearing a transparent skin suit underneath, so I had two layers of transparent latex between me and the world. There were miscellaneous niees, nephews, and cousins and Sir's great nephew whos only 1. His mother was a little leary of handing him over to me until I smiled at her and told her, "it's ok, I'm sterile". I wasn't of course, but it broke the ice.
I had never held a baby while covered in latex. it was just a bit strange feeling his skin under my fingers, but not feeling it, if you take my meaning.
The next day I wore my grey victorian which garnered quite a lot of comments and even compliments from sir's sister who sews like I do and was amazed at the accuracy and detail of the bustle skirt and blouse styling. I must say I missed hte matching hood, but chose no tto wear it that day. I wore a black one with transparent hood. Wei wore a very pretty, short black rubber jumper over a white latex blouse. It was really a kinky english schoolgirl costume, complete with white rubber knee high socks and a little redstriped rubber tie but I don't think anyone in sir's family recognized it as such.
We had a wonderful time and it was great to be able to share our rubberized life with our son and his girl friend. It made things a bit more acceptable to his sister and nieces and nephews that Wei wore rubber too. As we were saying our goodbyes back at the hotel, I thanked her. She seems completely comfortable with being a rubberist. I think her combination of Asian and Manhattan upbringing has something to do with it.
We flew back the next day with, once again, no issues, then Sir had to turn around and fly to London where, of course, the bombings happened. We had started to go out again last week, but since the second round of attacks this week, we have decided maid and i should stay indoors mostly. of course, she can go out in just her maid's uniform with no hood for food shopping and such, but I am to remain indoors until Sir feels it is safer for a burqa'd woman to be seen around San Jose. Right now, i probably WOULD be stopped by cops and forced to show myself.
Everyone take care and I will write again soon
Regards
Lady
After we checked into our hotel (and after a very long flight from London) we waited a while until our son and his girlfriend, Wei, checked into the same hotel. So, we met our son and Wei for dinner.
For dinner we went downtown to a very nice restaurant. I wore my white burqa and Sir wore his black latex blazer and slacks. I have mentioned before that our son came out to us at Christmas about his own rubberist predelictions. He wore black rubber slacks and blazer too over a red catsuit. Wei showed up wearing a cute little sailor outfit in latex. She had picked it up in Japan. It has a very short blue skirt and a white top with blue sailor collar, a big red bow, and long gloves, all in latex. She was just gorgeous.
We had fun at dinner and got to know Wei more. she was fascinated with how I have to eat in the burqa and I just loved watching her and the two most important men in my life.
The next day we went to see Sir's family. Wei wore her sailor outfit again so as to make me feel more comfortable with two of us in latex. Sir's family were very shocked when we first showed up and I was afraid they would not be accepting of me in my rubbered state.
Sir and I had decided that, as with my family, I would remove my burqa and let them see me with a transparent faced hood. Once I removed my burqa and we explained that this was smply how I was dressing now, everything pretty quickly got back to normal. Certainly, they think I'm weird now, just as my own family does, but they were already sure of that with respect to Sir. It helped that Wei was with us in her latex skirt and top.
For the first day I was wearing my long white dress and a white hood with transparent face. I was still wearing a transparent skin suit underneath, so I had two layers of transparent latex between me and the world. There were miscellaneous niees, nephews, and cousins and Sir's great nephew whos only 1. His mother was a little leary of handing him over to me until I smiled at her and told her, "it's ok, I'm sterile". I wasn't of course, but it broke the ice.
I had never held a baby while covered in latex. it was just a bit strange feeling his skin under my fingers, but not feeling it, if you take my meaning.
The next day I wore my grey victorian which garnered quite a lot of comments and even compliments from sir's sister who sews like I do and was amazed at the accuracy and detail of the bustle skirt and blouse styling. I must say I missed hte matching hood, but chose no tto wear it that day. I wore a black one with transparent hood. Wei wore a very pretty, short black rubber jumper over a white latex blouse. It was really a kinky english schoolgirl costume, complete with white rubber knee high socks and a little redstriped rubber tie but I don't think anyone in sir's family recognized it as such.
We had a wonderful time and it was great to be able to share our rubberized life with our son and his girl friend. It made things a bit more acceptable to his sister and nieces and nephews that Wei wore rubber too. As we were saying our goodbyes back at the hotel, I thanked her. She seems completely comfortable with being a rubberist. I think her combination of Asian and Manhattan upbringing has something to do with it.
We flew back the next day with, once again, no issues, then Sir had to turn around and fly to London where, of course, the bombings happened. We had started to go out again last week, but since the second round of attacks this week, we have decided maid and i should stay indoors mostly. of course, she can go out in just her maid's uniform with no hood for food shopping and such, but I am to remain indoors until Sir feels it is safer for a burqa'd woman to be seen around San Jose. Right now, i probably WOULD be stopped by cops and forced to show myself.
Everyone take care and I will write again soon
Regards
Lady
Thursday, July 07, 2005
My Heart Goes Out to London
I wanted to write this as soon as possible after I was up this morning.
I was awakened at 4AM this morning by a call from Sir (who had returned to London yesterday for a few days after our reunion).
Sir and I want all of our UK Rubberist friends and contacts to know that our condolences and best wishes are with you. This is another of these horrible events which are so impossibly difficult to understand.
I hope you have all contacted your families and loved ones and determined that all are OK.
Regards
Lady
PS
Sir said he was fine but his meetings were, of course, cut short today because so many of the people he was with had to start walking home.
Regards
Lady
I was awakened at 4AM this morning by a call from Sir (who had returned to London yesterday for a few days after our reunion).
Sir and I want all of our UK Rubberist friends and contacts to know that our condolences and best wishes are with you. This is another of these horrible events which are so impossibly difficult to understand.
I hope you have all contacted your families and loved ones and determined that all are OK.
Regards
Lady
PS
Sir said he was fine but his meetings were, of course, cut short today because so many of the people he was with had to start walking home.
Regards
Lady
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Returning Home
We are back in the US now and I wanted to let everyone know how today's flight went. It was an interesting eway to spend my 180th day in total enclosure. Can you believe, this experiment has been going on 6 months? I must say, that, while there have been some challenges, I almost cannot imagine living unenclosed anymore.
I Was awakened at 7 this morning for our return flight. Maid had already managed our luggage and laid out my travelling costume for the day.
After last night's session with our friends I was, quite hnestly, exhausted and limp as a kitten. Madam has that effect on me since she has assumed a role more of dom and less of confidante. She is most extreme, strict, and quite unrelenting in her kink. Sir had granted her total access to me for whatever scenarios she desired. I shan't go into more detial here, but suffice it to say that she has an excellent imagination for dominance games, a tremendous energy for execution, and no inhibitions about how subs may be treated.
All in all, when we returned to the hotel around midnight, maid and I were both quite ready for a good night's sleep. Sir too was quite relaxed and had enjoyed himself immensely and in ways he seldom has opportunity to explore.
Maid, thank heaven, had prepared for a less than energetic return. She got me ready for bed quickly andI was asleep in skinsuit and nightgown within moments of our arrival. I presume she settled herself shortly thereafter.
Our sleeping arrangements for this last night in the UK were in a joined suite. The rooms were configured with double beds and Sir chose to sleep alone, also encased in latex, as he sometimes does. I was in the bed next to his, as I said, in a nightgown of lavender latex over my lavender skinsuit.
It has been a challenge this trip to get my skinsuits cleaned and dried in time to maintain our protocol as we only packed 4, But she has done well and has kept me in clean, dry sauits and my body well lotioned and shaved smooth.
Maid, with our luggage and hers has been sleeping in an attached set of rooms, also with double beds. she is charged with keeping my clothes ready, cleaning and drying and preparing them and of course bathing and grooming me. In addition, when we have not gone out to dinner, she is in charge of arranging our meals and, if necessary, feeding me.
She had prepared for a late night return by laying out today's travel costumes for both herself and me before we left and insuring that only the minimum packing would have to be done this morning.
Consequently, rising at 7, we were in plenty of time to get me bathed and properly costumed for my return to the states. Maid, as well, was under orders to dress very elaborately for this trip. First she bathed me as usual then I was slid into a transparent catsuit with no hood. This is the same suit I wore going through security to get here. An open faced hood in bright white was used to provide head coverage so that a security person could ID me.
Over this I was put into a long, straight, tight skirted travel dress with high collar and built in gloves at the ends of the sleeves. This is a new dress Sir collected from our friends and it has disctintly Victorian touches all over it. Ruffles at neck, bust, and cuffs, a very tight waist (I am corseted, of course) and the shape of the skirt are all very Victorian. The rubber is colored lovely dove gray with hints of silver. I have never seen anything like it.
It was actually quite hobbling and rather different from my usual travel dresses, which are full skirted, but Sir wanted me to be significantly restrained on the flight. Over the dress, I was wearing a matching latex Victorian bustle skirt. This quite dramatically enhanced my view from the aft as it were, but it was lovely. It draped over my hips in multiple folds and just looked beautiful
My boots were knee high, black rubber with 5 inch heels. The corset underneath was my black rubber one that actually laces over my hips for further hobbling.
Maid was dressed in her classic English maid's uniform with long a-line skirt and white high necked blouse underneath. She was also gloved and was wearing a black open faced hood so her identity check may be perfoemd.
Of course over all this we wore our black burqas. She has her own now as I think I have mentioned.
Once in the terminal we were met at the check in by a representative of the airline who escorted us through security and into the airline first class lounge. At security maid and I had to wait a few minutes with six other fully veiled women who were also being escorted through and checked in private by a female security person. These women were in traditional muslim clothing including niqabs and boushiyas, but we were the only two burqas. Two of the six were children, probably under 16, judging from height. were were all in black and maid and I did not seem to raise any veiled eyebrows in our latex burqas.
Once in the transit lounge, I swear we saw at least 30 other women who were completely vieled including their faces as well as an even larger number of women in hijab and jilbabs. Not to mention about 20 men in white saudi dress.
In the airline lounge maid and i went into a ladies room to redo our enclosure. She put me in a black hood with a small, rubber in-the-mouth gag and no mouthole and only a small pair of eyeholes. In addition, Sir required that I wear a mouth covering posture collar during the flight as well. So I spent the 10 hour flight with a soft rubber balloon in my mouth as well as my more usual mouth covering.
I put maid into a similar hood and collar (we carried these in her carry on luggage as usual) and we both kept the open faced hoods on under these so we were wearing three layers over our heads and four over our mouths for the entire trip.
Maid also placed a waist/arm restraint around me and secured my wrists to my sides so I had no use of my hands or arms from that time until just before we landed. Sir had, again, very arbitrarily decided that I should be heavily restrained on this flight.
We boarded and had an excellent flight. We, of course, had to go to the lavatory to change our hoods before landing, but that went just fine. There were two other women I saw board in niqabs, one up in first class with us and one in business or coach.
I must say the customs people here in the US were not as comfortable this time with handling veiled women, but they gave us a female examiner and handled it in the end.
We are now in a hotel and tomorrow will visit Sir's family for a reunion. It is very warm here in Texas, but maid and I are doing OK. The hotel is very nice and well air conditioned.
That is about all for now.
Regards
Lady
I Was awakened at 7 this morning for our return flight. Maid had already managed our luggage and laid out my travelling costume for the day.
After last night's session with our friends I was, quite hnestly, exhausted and limp as a kitten. Madam has that effect on me since she has assumed a role more of dom and less of confidante. She is most extreme, strict, and quite unrelenting in her kink. Sir had granted her total access to me for whatever scenarios she desired. I shan't go into more detial here, but suffice it to say that she has an excellent imagination for dominance games, a tremendous energy for execution, and no inhibitions about how subs may be treated.
All in all, when we returned to the hotel around midnight, maid and I were both quite ready for a good night's sleep. Sir too was quite relaxed and had enjoyed himself immensely and in ways he seldom has opportunity to explore.
Maid, thank heaven, had prepared for a less than energetic return. She got me ready for bed quickly andI was asleep in skinsuit and nightgown within moments of our arrival. I presume she settled herself shortly thereafter.
Our sleeping arrangements for this last night in the UK were in a joined suite. The rooms were configured with double beds and Sir chose to sleep alone, also encased in latex, as he sometimes does. I was in the bed next to his, as I said, in a nightgown of lavender latex over my lavender skinsuit.
It has been a challenge this trip to get my skinsuits cleaned and dried in time to maintain our protocol as we only packed 4, But she has done well and has kept me in clean, dry sauits and my body well lotioned and shaved smooth.
Maid, with our luggage and hers has been sleeping in an attached set of rooms, also with double beds. she is charged with keeping my clothes ready, cleaning and drying and preparing them and of course bathing and grooming me. In addition, when we have not gone out to dinner, she is in charge of arranging our meals and, if necessary, feeding me.
She had prepared for a late night return by laying out today's travel costumes for both herself and me before we left and insuring that only the minimum packing would have to be done this morning.
Consequently, rising at 7, we were in plenty of time to get me bathed and properly costumed for my return to the states. Maid, as well, was under orders to dress very elaborately for this trip. First she bathed me as usual then I was slid into a transparent catsuit with no hood. This is the same suit I wore going through security to get here. An open faced hood in bright white was used to provide head coverage so that a security person could ID me.
Over this I was put into a long, straight, tight skirted travel dress with high collar and built in gloves at the ends of the sleeves. This is a new dress Sir collected from our friends and it has disctintly Victorian touches all over it. Ruffles at neck, bust, and cuffs, a very tight waist (I am corseted, of course) and the shape of the skirt are all very Victorian. The rubber is colored lovely dove gray with hints of silver. I have never seen anything like it.
It was actually quite hobbling and rather different from my usual travel dresses, which are full skirted, but Sir wanted me to be significantly restrained on the flight. Over the dress, I was wearing a matching latex Victorian bustle skirt. This quite dramatically enhanced my view from the aft as it were, but it was lovely. It draped over my hips in multiple folds and just looked beautiful
My boots were knee high, black rubber with 5 inch heels. The corset underneath was my black rubber one that actually laces over my hips for further hobbling.
Maid was dressed in her classic English maid's uniform with long a-line skirt and white high necked blouse underneath. She was also gloved and was wearing a black open faced hood so her identity check may be perfoemd.
Of course over all this we wore our black burqas. She has her own now as I think I have mentioned.
Once in the terminal we were met at the check in by a representative of the airline who escorted us through security and into the airline first class lounge. At security maid and I had to wait a few minutes with six other fully veiled women who were also being escorted through and checked in private by a female security person. These women were in traditional muslim clothing including niqabs and boushiyas, but we were the only two burqas. Two of the six were children, probably under 16, judging from height. were were all in black and maid and I did not seem to raise any veiled eyebrows in our latex burqas.
Once in the transit lounge, I swear we saw at least 30 other women who were completely vieled including their faces as well as an even larger number of women in hijab and jilbabs. Not to mention about 20 men in white saudi dress.
In the airline lounge maid and i went into a ladies room to redo our enclosure. She put me in a black hood with a small, rubber in-the-mouth gag and no mouthole and only a small pair of eyeholes. In addition, Sir required that I wear a mouth covering posture collar during the flight as well. So I spent the 10 hour flight with a soft rubber balloon in my mouth as well as my more usual mouth covering.
I put maid into a similar hood and collar (we carried these in her carry on luggage as usual) and we both kept the open faced hoods on under these so we were wearing three layers over our heads and four over our mouths for the entire trip.
Maid also placed a waist/arm restraint around me and secured my wrists to my sides so I had no use of my hands or arms from that time until just before we landed. Sir had, again, very arbitrarily decided that I should be heavily restrained on this flight.
We boarded and had an excellent flight. We, of course, had to go to the lavatory to change our hoods before landing, but that went just fine. There were two other women I saw board in niqabs, one up in first class with us and one in business or coach.
I must say the customs people here in the US were not as comfortable this time with handling veiled women, but they gave us a female examiner and handled it in the end.
We are now in a hotel and tomorrow will visit Sir's family for a reunion. It is very warm here in Texas, but maid and I are doing OK. The hotel is very nice and well air conditioned.
That is about all for now.
Regards
Lady
Friday, July 01, 2005
UK Trip - Leaving
Well, w are finishing our trip now. We've had a wonderful
time, visited many places we've never been to before and
had some disturbingly warm weather.
We were in the leeds area yesterday and I was surprised at
the number of fully veiled muslim women wandering about. I
did not realize there was that lrge a population of
muslims in the Manchester/Leeds area.
I was not the least out of place wandering around in my
burqa and even had a couple of niqabi women in full veils tell me they thought
my rubber burqa was well suited to the rainy weather (the
one day we had a bit of rain).
We took a a nice train to London (with plenty of A/C) then
were met by our limo driver and taken to the airport
where we are staying in a hotel for the night.
However, I did see something very disturbing on the
Cromwell Rd on the way here. I was looking out the window
when I saw a large man and a somewhat smaller man talking.
suddenly the large man struck the other in the face with
his fist. He fell down, nearly in the street.
The man who was hit was dark, Egyptian or Indian, very
well dressed in a brown suit and tie. The hitter was about
twice his size and weight and wearing a casual business
shirt and tie, white and blonde.
I was appalled at the sudden violence and got Sir's
attention, but he had not seen what happened. Maid was
sitting in the jump seat facing backward and also did not
see the evnet, but I motioned her to look out the window
with me. We were both gagged and coould not say anything
to Sir.
The victim of this road rage got to his feet and backed
away and actually tapped on our car's window as we passed,
but our driver either did not see or did not wish to
stop. The man and I stared at each other as the cab
passed, I watching the shock and fear in his eyes and he
seeing two women in burqas in a limo.
I was horrified, but felt terribly helpless. The larger
man climbed back in his car and closed his door and had
his window up. I looked back and the smaller man was
climbing into HIS car. I did not see any damage on the
cars, but presume somenthing like a fender bender must
have set the big man off.
I am totally unused to seeing this kind of violence and
was doubly surprised to see it in a London street. I never
expected to see such a thing and it seems completely at
odds with the patient, tolerant attitudes of most people I
meet in the UK.
The rest of our trip was uneventful, and we have spent the
rest of this evening here and then at our friends' house.
They live not to far from the airport. We had a nice
dinner at their house and a very enjoyable evening after
dinner.
Yet, I keep wondering about this altercation in the
Cromwell Road. Is this sort of thing becoming commonplace
in Britain? It has, to some degree, in certain US cities,
but I never expected it here.
We fly back to the US tomorrow, first to Texas for a
family reunion and then on the San Jose. It has, overall,
been a wonderful trip.
RegardsLady
time, visited many places we've never been to before and
had some disturbingly warm weather.
We were in the leeds area yesterday and I was surprised at
the number of fully veiled muslim women wandering about. I
did not realize there was that lrge a population of
muslims in the Manchester/Leeds area.
I was not the least out of place wandering around in my
burqa and even had a couple of niqabi women in full veils tell me they thought
my rubber burqa was well suited to the rainy weather (the
one day we had a bit of rain).
We took a a nice train to London (with plenty of A/C) then
were met by our limo driver and taken to the airport
where we are staying in a hotel for the night.
However, I did see something very disturbing on the
Cromwell Rd on the way here. I was looking out the window
when I saw a large man and a somewhat smaller man talking.
suddenly the large man struck the other in the face with
his fist. He fell down, nearly in the street.
The man who was hit was dark, Egyptian or Indian, very
well dressed in a brown suit and tie. The hitter was about
twice his size and weight and wearing a casual business
shirt and tie, white and blonde.
I was appalled at the sudden violence and got Sir's
attention, but he had not seen what happened. Maid was
sitting in the jump seat facing backward and also did not
see the evnet, but I motioned her to look out the window
with me. We were both gagged and coould not say anything
to Sir.
The victim of this road rage got to his feet and backed
away and actually tapped on our car's window as we passed,
but our driver either did not see or did not wish to
stop. The man and I stared at each other as the cab
passed, I watching the shock and fear in his eyes and he
seeing two women in burqas in a limo.
I was horrified, but felt terribly helpless. The larger
man climbed back in his car and closed his door and had
his window up. I looked back and the smaller man was
climbing into HIS car. I did not see any damage on the
cars, but presume somenthing like a fender bender must
have set the big man off.
I am totally unused to seeing this kind of violence and
was doubly surprised to see it in a London street. I never
expected to see such a thing and it seems completely at
odds with the patient, tolerant attitudes of most people I
meet in the UK.
The rest of our trip was uneventful, and we have spent the
rest of this evening here and then at our friends' house.
They live not to far from the airport. We had a nice
dinner at their house and a very enjoyable evening after
dinner.
Yet, I keep wondering about this altercation in the
Cromwell Road. Is this sort of thing becoming commonplace
in Britain? It has, to some degree, in certain US cities,
but I never expected it here.
We fly back to the US tomorrow, first to Texas for a
family reunion and then on the San Jose. It has, overall,
been a wonderful trip.
RegardsLady
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
UK Trip -- One Week In
Well, I should bring everyone up to date. We have been travelling the past few days in scotland and have had some beautiful if warm weather. I have been concientious about my enclosure, remaining fully encased, but I have taken Sir up on his offer to wear only the skinsuit under the burqa a few times. I don't feel properly dressed when I do this, but it has been far warmer than we expected for Scotland. In the evenings, for dinner, I have dressed properly in corset, dress, hood, gloves, and boots, but a few times during the days i wore only the boots and gloves over the skinsuit under the burqa
We spent some time in Perth and did some shopping there, then spent a bit of time in Dundee. Dundee is rather industrial, but had a nice museum and the RRs Discovery was interesting. I was amazed that maid and I could traipse all over the ship with no docents looking at us or people guiding us. it was amazing.
We were not the only women covered. While we were on theship I looked out on the dock and two niqabi women were approaching and came on board. We nodded at each other as we passed through one of the corridors.
We spent most of yesterday in St Andrews and maid and i explored the little seaside city extensively. It was cooler and we both dressed proeperly. It is a wonderfule town with lovely sea breezes. We walked along the seaside and watched a large group of dolphins playing in the bay.
In the early evening we went to Glasgow and checked into our hotel there. We had a nice dinner inthe hotel restaurant and then spent the evening in our suite. Maid and I both wanted an extra cool bath and Sir allowed us to bather which was wonderful after the warm day. But it cooled off in the evening and we even wound up sleeping with the windows cracked instead of the air on.
As I write this we are on a train from Glasgow and maid and I are both in full latex cover and burqas. I have on my white corset, dress, gloves and hood beneath the red burqa and over the smoke grey transparent suit. Maid is in a victorian maid's uniform, corset, black gloves and hood and boots and is gagged beneath a black burqa. I wanted her to travel unhooded as a maid, but Sir said he wanted us both in burqa for the trip, so we hooded and gagged her.
I am gagged as well for this leg since it just feels better to be so. The gags are inflatable butterfly gags buckled around our heads under our hoods.
I must say that, while this trip has been fun, I am looking forward to getting back to the states. we have a family reunion with Sir's famliy this coming weekend before we return to San Jose. This wil be the first time I have been with them since I became a rubber encased doll and I do not know how they will react. Our son will bethere as well, however, andI am looking forward to seeing him.
Later this week, we will meet with old friends who make some of my latex wardrobe. This couple is intensely kinky, with the woman a very strict domme and the husband a complete slave. He loves to kneel next to her or beneath her and will not even speak until she indicates he may do so.
She used to be a good friend of mine in that we were confidantes and loved having chats. But our relationship has changed in the last few years as I became more involved in submissive behaviour. Now, based on her personality and mine and conversations she had with Sir regarding our lifestle changes, she no longer speaks to me really at all. Rather she ignores me, uses me, and discards me at her whim when I am turned over to her.
She has maintained a completely normal relationship with Sir, but has transformed her point of view about me int that of someone dealing with an object or a slave.
Lest you feel this is a bad thing, let me assure you that I am completely happy with the arrangement. She is one of our oldest friends and the only one that comes to mind who has been able to completely accomodate my desire to be an object. She has explained to Sir that she was willing to forego the friendly relationship we originally had to accomodate my change in lifestyle and to experiment herself with a more formal, strict, dominating lifestyle.
I am looking forward to the session we will undoubtedly have with her and her husband. During our last visit he was used most aggressively by both his wife and by Sir as well as I was. He is a devoted masochist and truly revels in some ver painful experiences.
But her approach is more psychological and bizarre, involving not only domination, but scenarios designed to sublimate the ego while hieghtening the awareness of any subs she uses. I was devastatingly pleased and relaxed after our last session but we don't get to see these folks often. I am looking forward to it.
Not much else to report at this time. The train is experiencing problems and has been delayed for a bit, but it is airconditioned, cool, comfortable and not my problem. I will close here and settle back to read my book or sleep. Maid seems to have drifted off already, across from me, and Sir is working on a presentation to his investors.
The first class section is not very full, but there is a couple sitting across from us and slightly behind us looked somewhat shocked and a bit concerned when we boarded. I am facing them and they keep whispering and looking over at me and maid. It's a bit fun to beable to atch them through the mesh of my burqa and know that they cannot see me at all.
Regards
Lady
We spent some time in Perth and did some shopping there, then spent a bit of time in Dundee. Dundee is rather industrial, but had a nice museum and the RRs Discovery was interesting. I was amazed that maid and I could traipse all over the ship with no docents looking at us or people guiding us. it was amazing.
We were not the only women covered. While we were on theship I looked out on the dock and two niqabi women were approaching and came on board. We nodded at each other as we passed through one of the corridors.
We spent most of yesterday in St Andrews and maid and i explored the little seaside city extensively. It was cooler and we both dressed proeperly. It is a wonderfule town with lovely sea breezes. We walked along the seaside and watched a large group of dolphins playing in the bay.
In the early evening we went to Glasgow and checked into our hotel there. We had a nice dinner inthe hotel restaurant and then spent the evening in our suite. Maid and I both wanted an extra cool bath and Sir allowed us to bather which was wonderful after the warm day. But it cooled off in the evening and we even wound up sleeping with the windows cracked instead of the air on.
As I write this we are on a train from Glasgow and maid and I are both in full latex cover and burqas. I have on my white corset, dress, gloves and hood beneath the red burqa and over the smoke grey transparent suit. Maid is in a victorian maid's uniform, corset, black gloves and hood and boots and is gagged beneath a black burqa. I wanted her to travel unhooded as a maid, but Sir said he wanted us both in burqa for the trip, so we hooded and gagged her.
I am gagged as well for this leg since it just feels better to be so. The gags are inflatable butterfly gags buckled around our heads under our hoods.
I must say that, while this trip has been fun, I am looking forward to getting back to the states. we have a family reunion with Sir's famliy this coming weekend before we return to San Jose. This wil be the first time I have been with them since I became a rubber encased doll and I do not know how they will react. Our son will bethere as well, however, andI am looking forward to seeing him.
Later this week, we will meet with old friends who make some of my latex wardrobe. This couple is intensely kinky, with the woman a very strict domme and the husband a complete slave. He loves to kneel next to her or beneath her and will not even speak until she indicates he may do so.
She used to be a good friend of mine in that we were confidantes and loved having chats. But our relationship has changed in the last few years as I became more involved in submissive behaviour. Now, based on her personality and mine and conversations she had with Sir regarding our lifestle changes, she no longer speaks to me really at all. Rather she ignores me, uses me, and discards me at her whim when I am turned over to her.
She has maintained a completely normal relationship with Sir, but has transformed her point of view about me int that of someone dealing with an object or a slave.
Lest you feel this is a bad thing, let me assure you that I am completely happy with the arrangement. She is one of our oldest friends and the only one that comes to mind who has been able to completely accomodate my desire to be an object. She has explained to Sir that she was willing to forego the friendly relationship we originally had to accomodate my change in lifestyle and to experiment herself with a more formal, strict, dominating lifestyle.
I am looking forward to the session we will undoubtedly have with her and her husband. During our last visit he was used most aggressively by both his wife and by Sir as well as I was. He is a devoted masochist and truly revels in some ver painful experiences.
But her approach is more psychological and bizarre, involving not only domination, but scenarios designed to sublimate the ego while hieghtening the awareness of any subs she uses. I was devastatingly pleased and relaxed after our last session but we don't get to see these folks often. I am looking forward to it.
Not much else to report at this time. The train is experiencing problems and has been delayed for a bit, but it is airconditioned, cool, comfortable and not my problem. I will close here and settle back to read my book or sleep. Maid seems to have drifted off already, across from me, and Sir is working on a presentation to his investors.
The first class section is not very full, but there is a couple sitting across from us and slightly behind us looked somewhat shocked and a bit concerned when we boarded. I am facing them and they keep whispering and looking over at me and maid. It's a bit fun to beable to atch them through the mesh of my burqa and know that they cannot see me at all.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
UK Trip -- Blogging on the Fly
I am blogging this while on the plane to London. I decided to write this as much in real time as I could.
This morning we got up early, I was washed and cleaned and lotioned as usual, but put into a smoky grey transparent skinsuit with no hood. Maid was wearing a similar suit. She does not usually, but Sir required it for this trip. She had already been up an hour before me to bathe and had bathed and dressed herself for the trip.
She dried me off and then put a black corset, knee high boots, and elbow length gloves on me, as well as a black, open faced hood. Over this, she put a long black rubber dress, ankle length, 3/4 length sleeves, and high collar with a bit of ruffle on the bust. The waist is small and tight, but the dress is one of my most comfortable ones. The skirt is loose and flared.
Maid covered her own hoodless skinsuit with a black corset, knee high boots, shoulder length gloves and a black victorian maid's uniform with a long straight skirt. It is a jumper and she donned a white latex blouse under it with ruffled collar and cuffs. Her black gloves looked pretty coming out from under the sleeves. She also put a black open faced hood on as well and it tucked in nicely under the ruffle of the blouse.
We made sure our proper full face hoods were in our carryon and then pulled our burqas on. We both wore black ones. I now have a red rubber burqa, like my nun's habit, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wear it for travel...far too attention gathering. However, I intend to wear it while we are on holiday.
Sir had arranged a limo to drive us to the airport rather than leaving our car there, so we all piled in. The driver was mid eastern and was, I think, pleasantly surprised to see two burqa'd ladies emerge from the house.
He held the door for us as if it were no unusual thing to him to see two women in voluminous veils climbing into his limousine. He did not speak to us, but only to Sir. For fun, maid and I did not sit on the rear facing bench seat. Rather we knelt between the seats, in front of Sir and prostrated ourselves for the whole ride to the airport. Sir didn't act surprised and the driver said nothing at all. When we arrived, though, and maid and I sat up on our heels seza fashion, we could see he had a big grin on his face.
We exited the limousine after Sir and it was interesting to see the stir we caused on the curb. People stared, but no one said anything. A skycap came over and took our luggage and we went inside to check in.
I had been taken through San Francisco security in my burqa, so we were a little unsure of the procedure. Quite honestly, the San Francisco ticket agent was a little unsure as well.
Sir explained that he had two women who did not show their faces in public and would need to be escorted through security and Id'd in private. The young man behind the counter seemed non-plussed and started by saying that he couldn't help. He kept asking to see our passports, which we had already given him. He literally checked my passport against my burqa five times before it seemed to dawn on him that there wasn't going to be a match.
Sir explained that we travelled all the time and that usually a female airline employee was called on to verify our identities in a private room. That we would uncover for an ID check for her as long as it was in private. He sort of looked lost and finally figured out he needed to ask a supervisor to come down. to his station.
It was amazing, suddenly everything changed. A dark, somewhat matronly woman in her fifties came down and said hello. The ticket agent said we wanted private screening and she said she thought we ight and would we follow her. Maid and i did so, while Sir handled the rest of checkin, checking luggage, getting boarding passes and what not.
The woman took us to a door behind the ticket counters and asked us to step in. she had collected our passports and said, "all I need is a moment to see your faces." Maid and I were both wearing black, latex pull on open face hoods which we wear under the burqas for this purpose. We lifted the burqas, the woman checked our passports and smiled and said, "that's fine, sisters. You're all set." She waited until our burqas were in place again and then ushered us back to the front of the ticket line and told the agent we were good to go.
Sir thanked her and she said, "I will escort you to security and they will walk you through there as well.You're going to the UK?"
Sir said yes, by way of Chicago. She smiled at maid and me and said, "well, you're dressed for it. It's getting rainy there today." Then as we were walking over to security, she made the comment, "I wish I could cover like you two. I miss it." sir asked her where she was from and she said "Saudi Arabia".
Sir thanked her and she handed us over to a TSA agent with a "These two need private screening". Tha agent was NOT non-plussed and she took us sraight through without even asking us to unveil.
Once on the other side of security, maid and I went to the ladies room and entered a handicapped stall together. I took my burqa off while she pulled out our full face, black hoods with no mouth holes. We decided to put these hoods on over the open faced ones. That will make it easier to change back for security upon arrival.
She helped me with mine and then I put hers on. maid and I are about the same height, but she is lighter and thinner than I am now. But with the hoods covering our faces we are almost identical twins. These hoods are special too as they have an eye veil which we can pull down and zip closed in place. Once done, we are blind as well as silent.
We put our burqas back and left the ladies room, now properly covered and gagged. Sir was waiting outside sitting in a chair. We came out and he stood up and escorted us to the first class lounge as we had some time to wait. We went into the lounge, Sir handing over his id card and escorting us back to the seats. The attendants said nothing about our attire. But we had a bit more fun. Sir sat in a chair and maid and I knelt on either side of him again sitting seza, on our heels. We prostrated ourselves for just a moment, but Sir said to rise and we both assumed seza again, just sort of staring at each other.
That raised a few eyebrows, let me say. Particularly from the business women passing by and the lounge was busy. This was all sort of planned. Sir had told us he wanted us to be as publicly submissive as possible this trip. Maid and I discussed it this morning and came up with the 'let's kneel and bow' approach.
I should also point out that Sir is travelling in black latex as well. he chose to wear a catsuit but with no feet, gloves, or hood. over that he is wearing a pair of very nice latex pleated trousers and a button down long sleeved latex shirt. He's wearing his latex blazer as a jacket. So, while he's not as obscured and intense as we are, he is still pretty much a rubber man at the moment.
We stayed in the lounge for about 45 minutes till our flight was boarding.We got on and settled in, no worries at boarding. We had seats together for me and maid and Sir was across the aisle. A blonde girl with very large, shall I say, augmented breasts, tee shirt, jeans, and sunglasses sat in the window seat next to him. It was amazing. Her mouth dropped open when she got on. We got seated quickly as we had no carryon. Sir stood up and allowed her to get to her seat, but she could not take her eyes off the two burqas across the aisle.
Sir has decided that all plane travelwe are to sit, belt ourselves in, then blind ourselves and sit quietly in meditation the whole flight. FOr this first leg, that was foour and a half hours to Chicago, followed by 8 hours to Gatwick. So as soon as we got settled, maid reached up and a moment later I heard the zip of her eyeveil shutting down. I watched the rest of the plane board, just to see the fun, then, as the flight attendants were asking people to shut off electronics, I zipped my veil shut too.
I just sat back and maid and I held hands under our overlapping cloaks as the plane took off. After we were up, we leaned our seats back and just dozed off.
Until the flight attendant started her rounds! She kept asking us questions and did we need this and did we need that and I kept shaking my head no, but finally Sir had to tell her that we were both dead tired and were going to sleep. After that she left us alone. Sir said later that his seatmate just sort of moved away from him as close to the window as she could get. he had a laugh out of it.
After we touched down, maid and I unzipped our face veils under the burqas and folded them back, so we could see. I glanced over and, again, the buxom little thing sitting next to Sir was watching us like a hawk. Sir, on the other hand had what can only be described as a feces consuming grin on his face.
In Chicago, we made our way to the ladies to relieve ourselves and then followed him to the lounge again. We did the whole stay 3 paces behind and he really got into it as well. We did the kneel and prostrate ourselves thing again and he left us there for abot 5 minutes with our heads on the ground before he said we could sit back up. An airline representative did come by and ask him at one point if we would not be more comfortable sitting in the chairs. Sir simply said, "No, they would be very uncomfortable sitting in a chair. They're fine." The woman left. I think she was trying to suggest that other passwnengers might be more comfortable if we were sitting, but Sir refused to take the bait.
About 20 minites before we boarded, another representative came up and she introduced herself as our International First Class Ambassador. I have to say, this woman had an incredible figure and looked fantastic dressed in her uniform, with her gorgeous blonde hair in a very tight bun and high heels. She was impeccable with a lovely soft british accent. She asked very politely if there was anything we needed, Sir said no, and she said that she would come collect us when it was time to board.
So there we sat (knelt) for another 15 minutes. We were probably prostrated for 5 minutes and sitting on our heels for 30 before she came to take us to the plane. Sir was exceptionally well pleased with himself. Truth be told, maid and I were having trouble not giggling into our gags.
The woman took us past the line for boarding, and down the jetway. We weren't the only ones with such treatment. There were thwo others in first who received this treatment as well. It has to do with how many miles you fly and how much you pay for the ticket.
Once again, we are in seats next to each other, maid and I together and Sir across the aisle. These are the very nice sleeper seats as this is an overnight flight. Nothing much has happened. Sir has refused dinner for us and maid has already covered her yees and gone to sleep. I am about to, but wanted to blog this first.
Some passengers have looked at us, but there are two other women in traditional veils up here in First Class with their husbands (presumably) and quite honestly, we hardly stand out if you ignore the latex. Sir says that it has been common on the last several international flights he was on to see women in niqab or khimar. he flew through Detroit the other day and said it looked like Morocco because there were som many muslimahs in all manner of veiling wandering the airport. Apparently Detroit Michigan has the highest muslim immigrant population of any US city.
I am closing now. I will publish this as soon as I can after we land. we havea day in London and then we make our way to The North.
regards
Lady
This morning we got up early, I was washed and cleaned and lotioned as usual, but put into a smoky grey transparent skinsuit with no hood. Maid was wearing a similar suit. She does not usually, but Sir required it for this trip. She had already been up an hour before me to bathe and had bathed and dressed herself for the trip.
She dried me off and then put a black corset, knee high boots, and elbow length gloves on me, as well as a black, open faced hood. Over this, she put a long black rubber dress, ankle length, 3/4 length sleeves, and high collar with a bit of ruffle on the bust. The waist is small and tight, but the dress is one of my most comfortable ones. The skirt is loose and flared.
Maid covered her own hoodless skinsuit with a black corset, knee high boots, shoulder length gloves and a black victorian maid's uniform with a long straight skirt. It is a jumper and she donned a white latex blouse under it with ruffled collar and cuffs. Her black gloves looked pretty coming out from under the sleeves. She also put a black open faced hood on as well and it tucked in nicely under the ruffle of the blouse.
We made sure our proper full face hoods were in our carryon and then pulled our burqas on. We both wore black ones. I now have a red rubber burqa, like my nun's habit, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wear it for travel...far too attention gathering. However, I intend to wear it while we are on holiday.
Sir had arranged a limo to drive us to the airport rather than leaving our car there, so we all piled in. The driver was mid eastern and was, I think, pleasantly surprised to see two burqa'd ladies emerge from the house.
He held the door for us as if it were no unusual thing to him to see two women in voluminous veils climbing into his limousine. He did not speak to us, but only to Sir. For fun, maid and I did not sit on the rear facing bench seat. Rather we knelt between the seats, in front of Sir and prostrated ourselves for the whole ride to the airport. Sir didn't act surprised and the driver said nothing at all. When we arrived, though, and maid and I sat up on our heels seza fashion, we could see he had a big grin on his face.
We exited the limousine after Sir and it was interesting to see the stir we caused on the curb. People stared, but no one said anything. A skycap came over and took our luggage and we went inside to check in.
I had been taken through San Francisco security in my burqa, so we were a little unsure of the procedure. Quite honestly, the San Francisco ticket agent was a little unsure as well.
Sir explained that he had two women who did not show their faces in public and would need to be escorted through security and Id'd in private. The young man behind the counter seemed non-plussed and started by saying that he couldn't help. He kept asking to see our passports, which we had already given him. He literally checked my passport against my burqa five times before it seemed to dawn on him that there wasn't going to be a match.
Sir explained that we travelled all the time and that usually a female airline employee was called on to verify our identities in a private room. That we would uncover for an ID check for her as long as it was in private. He sort of looked lost and finally figured out he needed to ask a supervisor to come down. to his station.
It was amazing, suddenly everything changed. A dark, somewhat matronly woman in her fifties came down and said hello. The ticket agent said we wanted private screening and she said she thought we ight and would we follow her. Maid and i did so, while Sir handled the rest of checkin, checking luggage, getting boarding passes and what not.
The woman took us to a door behind the ticket counters and asked us to step in. she had collected our passports and said, "all I need is a moment to see your faces." Maid and I were both wearing black, latex pull on open face hoods which we wear under the burqas for this purpose. We lifted the burqas, the woman checked our passports and smiled and said, "that's fine, sisters. You're all set." She waited until our burqas were in place again and then ushered us back to the front of the ticket line and told the agent we were good to go.
Sir thanked her and she said, "I will escort you to security and they will walk you through there as well.You're going to the UK?"
Sir said yes, by way of Chicago. She smiled at maid and me and said, "well, you're dressed for it. It's getting rainy there today." Then as we were walking over to security, she made the comment, "I wish I could cover like you two. I miss it." sir asked her where she was from and she said "Saudi Arabia".
Sir thanked her and she handed us over to a TSA agent with a "These two need private screening". Tha agent was NOT non-plussed and she took us sraight through without even asking us to unveil.
Once on the other side of security, maid and I went to the ladies room and entered a handicapped stall together. I took my burqa off while she pulled out our full face, black hoods with no mouth holes. We decided to put these hoods on over the open faced ones. That will make it easier to change back for security upon arrival.
She helped me with mine and then I put hers on. maid and I are about the same height, but she is lighter and thinner than I am now. But with the hoods covering our faces we are almost identical twins. These hoods are special too as they have an eye veil which we can pull down and zip closed in place. Once done, we are blind as well as silent.
We put our burqas back and left the ladies room, now properly covered and gagged. Sir was waiting outside sitting in a chair. We came out and he stood up and escorted us to the first class lounge as we had some time to wait. We went into the lounge, Sir handing over his id card and escorting us back to the seats. The attendants said nothing about our attire. But we had a bit more fun. Sir sat in a chair and maid and I knelt on either side of him again sitting seza, on our heels. We prostrated ourselves for just a moment, but Sir said to rise and we both assumed seza again, just sort of staring at each other.
That raised a few eyebrows, let me say. Particularly from the business women passing by and the lounge was busy. This was all sort of planned. Sir had told us he wanted us to be as publicly submissive as possible this trip. Maid and I discussed it this morning and came up with the 'let's kneel and bow' approach.
I should also point out that Sir is travelling in black latex as well. he chose to wear a catsuit but with no feet, gloves, or hood. over that he is wearing a pair of very nice latex pleated trousers and a button down long sleeved latex shirt. He's wearing his latex blazer as a jacket. So, while he's not as obscured and intense as we are, he is still pretty much a rubber man at the moment.
We stayed in the lounge for about 45 minutes till our flight was boarding.We got on and settled in, no worries at boarding. We had seats together for me and maid and Sir was across the aisle. A blonde girl with very large, shall I say, augmented breasts, tee shirt, jeans, and sunglasses sat in the window seat next to him. It was amazing. Her mouth dropped open when she got on. We got seated quickly as we had no carryon. Sir stood up and allowed her to get to her seat, but she could not take her eyes off the two burqas across the aisle.
Sir has decided that all plane travelwe are to sit, belt ourselves in, then blind ourselves and sit quietly in meditation the whole flight. FOr this first leg, that was foour and a half hours to Chicago, followed by 8 hours to Gatwick. So as soon as we got settled, maid reached up and a moment later I heard the zip of her eyeveil shutting down. I watched the rest of the plane board, just to see the fun, then, as the flight attendants were asking people to shut off electronics, I zipped my veil shut too.
I just sat back and maid and I held hands under our overlapping cloaks as the plane took off. After we were up, we leaned our seats back and just dozed off.
Until the flight attendant started her rounds! She kept asking us questions and did we need this and did we need that and I kept shaking my head no, but finally Sir had to tell her that we were both dead tired and were going to sleep. After that she left us alone. Sir said later that his seatmate just sort of moved away from him as close to the window as she could get. he had a laugh out of it.
After we touched down, maid and I unzipped our face veils under the burqas and folded them back, so we could see. I glanced over and, again, the buxom little thing sitting next to Sir was watching us like a hawk. Sir, on the other hand had what can only be described as a feces consuming grin on his face.
In Chicago, we made our way to the ladies to relieve ourselves and then followed him to the lounge again. We did the whole stay 3 paces behind and he really got into it as well. We did the kneel and prostrate ourselves thing again and he left us there for abot 5 minutes with our heads on the ground before he said we could sit back up. An airline representative did come by and ask him at one point if we would not be more comfortable sitting in the chairs. Sir simply said, "No, they would be very uncomfortable sitting in a chair. They're fine." The woman left. I think she was trying to suggest that other passwnengers might be more comfortable if we were sitting, but Sir refused to take the bait.
About 20 minites before we boarded, another representative came up and she introduced herself as our International First Class Ambassador. I have to say, this woman had an incredible figure and looked fantastic dressed in her uniform, with her gorgeous blonde hair in a very tight bun and high heels. She was impeccable with a lovely soft british accent. She asked very politely if there was anything we needed, Sir said no, and she said that she would come collect us when it was time to board.
So there we sat (knelt) for another 15 minutes. We were probably prostrated for 5 minutes and sitting on our heels for 30 before she came to take us to the plane. Sir was exceptionally well pleased with himself. Truth be told, maid and I were having trouble not giggling into our gags.
The woman took us past the line for boarding, and down the jetway. We weren't the only ones with such treatment. There were thwo others in first who received this treatment as well. It has to do with how many miles you fly and how much you pay for the ticket.
Once again, we are in seats next to each other, maid and I together and Sir across the aisle. These are the very nice sleeper seats as this is an overnight flight. Nothing much has happened. Sir has refused dinner for us and maid has already covered her yees and gone to sleep. I am about to, but wanted to blog this first.
Some passengers have looked at us, but there are two other women in traditional veils up here in First Class with their husbands (presumably) and quite honestly, we hardly stand out if you ignore the latex. Sir says that it has been common on the last several international flights he was on to see women in niqab or khimar. he flew through Detroit the other day and said it looked like Morocco because there were som many muslimahs in all manner of veiling wandering the airport. Apparently Detroit Michigan has the highest muslim immigrant population of any US city.
I am closing now. I will publish this as soon as I can after we land. we havea day in London and then we make our way to The North.
regards
Lady
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Fascinating story here
Just came across this link. It is fascinating story about a young woman's experiment in veiling. I have to say I have not experienced as MUCH discrimination as she, but I have not been as analytical about it either.
http://www.easternecho.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi?11039&highlight=veil
http://www.easternecho.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi?11039&highlight=veil
Here is a recent photgraph. I thought the camera caught the light very well in this one.
Swathed in latex burqa
Interesting event occurred earlier today I was shopping in a bookstore when a woman woalked up and began explaining that I should not be wearing a burqa as it symbolized oppression of women. She went at some length about how should not let a man do this to me, etc, etc.
She was polite, but firm. However, as I was gagged underneath I could only shrug my shoulders and walk away. Then it occurred to me that I was actually 'oppressed' in much the manner she meant...allowing a man to control my actions and dress...
But she thought I was rude...
I doubt she ever considered the possibility that I was gagged...much less that I might be pleased with the situation.
Regards
Lady
Swathed in latex burqa
Interesting event occurred earlier today I was shopping in a bookstore when a woman woalked up and began explaining that I should not be wearing a burqa as it symbolized oppression of women. She went at some length about how should not let a man do this to me, etc, etc.
She was polite, but firm. However, as I was gagged underneath I could only shrug my shoulders and walk away. Then it occurred to me that I was actually 'oppressed' in much the manner she meant...allowing a man to control my actions and dress...
But she thought I was rude...
I doubt she ever considered the possibility that I was gagged...much less that I might be pleased with the situation.
Regards
Lady
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Rubber Enclosure for Sir
Several people have asked about Sir and his interests aside from being my Dom and maid's. He has suggested I document the last few days here where he has largely been at my disposal.
Sir has had a bad flu for the last week. no stomach issues and not even a headcold, but he's been feeling bad and wanted to stay home. This means he has been staying home all week. We decided that, as long as he was going to be home, he could be in Latex 24/7 like me (if he could take it)
The idea was his and we started about 4 days ago. Sir has a very elaborate suit with black and red stripes and a very alien style helmet. He often wears it around the house and he decided to see if he could keep it on for 4 days.
We started by me undressing down to my transparent skinsuit and bathing him. I shaved him and then dried him and lotioned his body that way is done by maid each morning.
We then slid him into the suit and hood. They are actually one piece when properly attached as the hood goes on to the suit with a zipped enclosure. It is possible for him to drink in the helmet, but there is no mouth and even the eyes are covered by mirrored goggle like lenses. The only air comes through hoses that curve around the head. But inside the hood he can breathe quite comfortably.
The suit can be locked on and I did so, then put him to rest on the couch watching TV for the day. He was fine for several hours, and even responded well when I played with him with a high power vibrator through his suit. Even though he was 'being ill' he was quite easily aroused.
We both had a nice liquid dinner. That is, we had milk shakes for dinner while we were both fully encased. Usually, SIR has something solid while I get to have the liquid dinner, but it worked out well this way.
Afterwards, I knelt on the floor beside him on the couch while he used me orally the way we like.
Then we went off to bed. He stayed in the suit all night without any trouble. In the morning I left him locked in and he asked to be put in the vacuum bed while I was bathed. But he got to watch through the clear latex when maid undressed me from my latex nightie and then when she brought me back to the bedroom and dried and dressed me.
Sir almost never watches this ritual for the last six months. He usually just lets me and maid do our thing as it were. But, since he was in double layers of latex bondage that morning, maid and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
So we played around a bit while maid dressed me in my most vistorian outfit. Heavy body corset, bloack shoulder length latex gloves, high necked ruffled white blouse with 3/4 length sleeves to show the gloves off more. She pulled smoky latex stockings over my legs and attached them to the corset's garters, then knelt down and put my nicest pair of knee high black rubber spike heeled boots on.
Finally, she slid a very tight ankle length skirt over my hips and knelt behind me to zip it down to the hem so I could barely move. Finally, she put one of my most restrictive hoods that has a condom gag, long nose tubes behind my head and straps and buckles.
With some strategically placed mirrors we made sure Sir, in his rubber bondage, got to see everything. maid was in a short french maid's outfit and we could both watch Sir respond to the show. It was loads of fun. We kissed and played and generally made him very anxious while pleasing ourselves more than usual.
I was supposed to free Sir for the morning, but insttead we girls decided to let him stew. Sir was in the vacbed sweating out his illness for about 3 more hours. Then, we let him out and maid took him to the bath and cleaned him and put him in another suit.
So the past couple of days have been like that. Sir has stayed in latex 23/7 just like me and is feeling much better now. We went out to a movie this evening ans he wore a catsuit under latex trousers and jacket ...just no hood. He even wore gloves out.
It has been a bit different with him encased almost as much as I, but the last few days have been lots of fun.
Lady
Sir has had a bad flu for the last week. no stomach issues and not even a headcold, but he's been feeling bad and wanted to stay home. This means he has been staying home all week. We decided that, as long as he was going to be home, he could be in Latex 24/7 like me (if he could take it)
The idea was his and we started about 4 days ago. Sir has a very elaborate suit with black and red stripes and a very alien style helmet. He often wears it around the house and he decided to see if he could keep it on for 4 days.
We started by me undressing down to my transparent skinsuit and bathing him. I shaved him and then dried him and lotioned his body that way is done by maid each morning.
We then slid him into the suit and hood. They are actually one piece when properly attached as the hood goes on to the suit with a zipped enclosure. It is possible for him to drink in the helmet, but there is no mouth and even the eyes are covered by mirrored goggle like lenses. The only air comes through hoses that curve around the head. But inside the hood he can breathe quite comfortably.
The suit can be locked on and I did so, then put him to rest on the couch watching TV for the day. He was fine for several hours, and even responded well when I played with him with a high power vibrator through his suit. Even though he was 'being ill' he was quite easily aroused.
We both had a nice liquid dinner. That is, we had milk shakes for dinner while we were both fully encased. Usually, SIR has something solid while I get to have the liquid dinner, but it worked out well this way.
Afterwards, I knelt on the floor beside him on the couch while he used me orally the way we like.
Then we went off to bed. He stayed in the suit all night without any trouble. In the morning I left him locked in and he asked to be put in the vacuum bed while I was bathed. But he got to watch through the clear latex when maid undressed me from my latex nightie and then when she brought me back to the bedroom and dried and dressed me.
Sir almost never watches this ritual for the last six months. He usually just lets me and maid do our thing as it were. But, since he was in double layers of latex bondage that morning, maid and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
So we played around a bit while maid dressed me in my most vistorian outfit. Heavy body corset, bloack shoulder length latex gloves, high necked ruffled white blouse with 3/4 length sleeves to show the gloves off more. She pulled smoky latex stockings over my legs and attached them to the corset's garters, then knelt down and put my nicest pair of knee high black rubber spike heeled boots on.
Finally, she slid a very tight ankle length skirt over my hips and knelt behind me to zip it down to the hem so I could barely move. Finally, she put one of my most restrictive hoods that has a condom gag, long nose tubes behind my head and straps and buckles.
With some strategically placed mirrors we made sure Sir, in his rubber bondage, got to see everything. maid was in a short french maid's outfit and we could both watch Sir respond to the show. It was loads of fun. We kissed and played and generally made him very anxious while pleasing ourselves more than usual.
I was supposed to free Sir for the morning, but insttead we girls decided to let him stew. Sir was in the vacbed sweating out his illness for about 3 more hours. Then, we let him out and maid took him to the bath and cleaned him and put him in another suit.
So the past couple of days have been like that. Sir has stayed in latex 23/7 just like me and is feeling much better now. We went out to a movie this evening ans he wore a catsuit under latex trousers and jacket ...just no hood. He even wore gloves out.
It has been a bit different with him encased almost as much as I, but the last few days have been lots of fun.
Lady
A Bit of an Adventure
I was out shopping today and stopped by the shop where I met the very nice lady a few weeks ago in the rain. We (maid and I) had a nice chat with her. I was in a long white dress and hood under my white burqa (it's been warm). maid was in her victorian uniform and a black hood under a black burqa.
We chatted for a while and drank tea. I bought a couple of pieces for the house. We talked about her time in Yemen and she asked about why we wore latex for our burqas.
We explained about wearing latex because Sir wants us to and how we enjoy it. She seemed quite comfortable with the notion of us being submissive. remember this is a lady in her 70's at least. She didn't seem surprised at the idea of two women submitting to a man.
After we chatted with her we went over to a local mall and did some more shopping. In one store we were trying some different perfumes and I am afraid we confused the shop girl by spraying colognes on our black and white latex gloves, then pulling them under our burqas to sniff them.
she was quite curious and asked why we were wearing burqas, why they were latex, and wanted to know what we wore underneath...we talked with her a bit and she let slip that she and her boyfriend like to get into some kinky rubber gear.
She told us she wore latex out clubbing sometimes, like a skirt or a top, but she was truly shocked when I told her that we were both in latex dresses and catsuits under the burqas.
And yes, I know cologne is not good for latex, but it wasn't much and we went and washed our gloves in the ladies room as soon as we had finished.
later, we left the mall and went to a cafe for a couple of coffees. Maid and I just sat at a table talking about some new latex clothing and some ideas I've had recently for restraining her during sessions. We attracted a fair amount of stares, but no comments. The waitress asked if we wanted refills. I suppose we did look a little odd, laughing and slipping our demitasse under our burqas to drink.
I tend to forget that we look odd to people now. The burqas look perfectly natural to me and I found myself the other day looking at a woman walking down the street and asking myself why she looked so odd. Then it struck me that I expected her to be more covered than she was. I have greown so used to the fact that maid and I (and even Sir) are covered in latex almost all the time that I am begining to find it odd to see flesh.
maid and I were talking about some new dresses Sir wants me to wear that are tighter and a bit more hobbling than my usual loose ones. Maid likes hers that are tiht and just below her knees. I like the look of them, but haven't worn them in public in years.
One of the things I want her to get used to is being tube fed and gagged for days at a time. I figure if I can do it, she should be able to as well, but she has never been comfortable with long term gagging and sleeping while gagged. But I was explaining to her over our coffees that I want her to be able to tolerate that and days of hooding and very long term encapsulation in the vac bed. I am certain that at least the couple next to us was listening in...people don't realize how closely you can watch them when you are the one in the burqa.
So we had a nice day out. Monday, we all leave for the UK for 2 weeks. We'll be touring the North and Scotland while Sir talks with money people. We have dinner scheduled with one of them. That should be interesting.
Regards
Lady
We chatted for a while and drank tea. I bought a couple of pieces for the house. We talked about her time in Yemen and she asked about why we wore latex for our burqas.
We explained about wearing latex because Sir wants us to and how we enjoy it. She seemed quite comfortable with the notion of us being submissive. remember this is a lady in her 70's at least. She didn't seem surprised at the idea of two women submitting to a man.
After we chatted with her we went over to a local mall and did some more shopping. In one store we were trying some different perfumes and I am afraid we confused the shop girl by spraying colognes on our black and white latex gloves, then pulling them under our burqas to sniff them.
she was quite curious and asked why we were wearing burqas, why they were latex, and wanted to know what we wore underneath...we talked with her a bit and she let slip that she and her boyfriend like to get into some kinky rubber gear.
She told us she wore latex out clubbing sometimes, like a skirt or a top, but she was truly shocked when I told her that we were both in latex dresses and catsuits under the burqas.
And yes, I know cologne is not good for latex, but it wasn't much and we went and washed our gloves in the ladies room as soon as we had finished.
later, we left the mall and went to a cafe for a couple of coffees. Maid and I just sat at a table talking about some new latex clothing and some ideas I've had recently for restraining her during sessions. We attracted a fair amount of stares, but no comments. The waitress asked if we wanted refills. I suppose we did look a little odd, laughing and slipping our demitasse under our burqas to drink.
I tend to forget that we look odd to people now. The burqas look perfectly natural to me and I found myself the other day looking at a woman walking down the street and asking myself why she looked so odd. Then it struck me that I expected her to be more covered than she was. I have greown so used to the fact that maid and I (and even Sir) are covered in latex almost all the time that I am begining to find it odd to see flesh.
maid and I were talking about some new dresses Sir wants me to wear that are tighter and a bit more hobbling than my usual loose ones. Maid likes hers that are tiht and just below her knees. I like the look of them, but haven't worn them in public in years.
One of the things I want her to get used to is being tube fed and gagged for days at a time. I figure if I can do it, she should be able to as well, but she has never been comfortable with long term gagging and sleeping while gagged. But I was explaining to her over our coffees that I want her to be able to tolerate that and days of hooding and very long term encapsulation in the vac bed. I am certain that at least the couple next to us was listening in...people don't realize how closely you can watch them when you are the one in the burqa.
So we had a nice day out. Monday, we all leave for the UK for 2 weeks. We'll be touring the North and Scotland while Sir talks with money people. We have dinner scheduled with one of them. That should be interesting.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Summer Days in Latex
It's been a while since I made an entry. Things have been quiet and not much has been happening. We are preparing to travel again next week. Two weeks in the UK as Sir goes on a list of meetings raising capital for his new company.
The weather has definitely warmed here in San Jose, which has prompted me to stay indoors a lot. Sir has told me I may wear only the Burqa over my skinsuit if I wish, reducing the layers to only two. I have not felt comfortable with this, however. It feels like I am undressed if I just pull the Burqa on over my naked 'skin'. I am hoping for nice cool, wet weather next week in England.
Sir caught the cold this time. He has been suffering from a bad cold for almost two weeks now. He caught it on his last trip, I think. He is getting better now and is much more fun to be around
He did feel it necessary to punish me (a bit) for borrowing the neighbor's camera, but has said that, with his permission in advance, I may go online with a webcam. So, from time to time I shall. And we should have more pictures soon too. As many of you have mentioned, however, Sir is NOT a very good photographer. However, I intend to capture some photos of him as well.
Went out to see the new movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith last weekend. It was hilarious and I love Ms. Jolie's latex outfit, but her leather coat was amazing too. And there is a lovely scene where she is meeting a bunch of other New York wives, but hasn't had a chance to pull off her kinky over the knee boots and fishnets.
We went to dinner after the movie the other night and that was nice. I have taken to wearing a gag that I can easily remove under the burqa. It is either a small ball gaga that fills my mouth or a short collar that wraps over my mouth and is zippered.
This way, I can go out in public gagged as I enjoy, then remove it at dinner. I was asked recently how I eat in the burqa. I have adopted a practice of taking a small plate or bowl under my burqa and just eating from inside. It is easier than trying to get each fork or spoon ful up under there.
I usually eat a little steak and vegetables precut into small bites. Teppanyaki restaurants work well for this. We do get a few stares, particulalry when my hands, gloved in tight latex, come out from under the burqa and pick up a bowl or a fork. People stare, but no one ever says anything.
I think that's about all for now. Hope to hear from everyone.
Regards
Lady
The weather has definitely warmed here in San Jose, which has prompted me to stay indoors a lot. Sir has told me I may wear only the Burqa over my skinsuit if I wish, reducing the layers to only two. I have not felt comfortable with this, however. It feels like I am undressed if I just pull the Burqa on over my naked 'skin'. I am hoping for nice cool, wet weather next week in England.
Sir caught the cold this time. He has been suffering from a bad cold for almost two weeks now. He caught it on his last trip, I think. He is getting better now and is much more fun to be around
He did feel it necessary to punish me (a bit) for borrowing the neighbor's camera, but has said that, with his permission in advance, I may go online with a webcam. So, from time to time I shall. And we should have more pictures soon too. As many of you have mentioned, however, Sir is NOT a very good photographer. However, I intend to capture some photos of him as well.
Went out to see the new movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith last weekend. It was hilarious and I love Ms. Jolie's latex outfit, but her leather coat was amazing too. And there is a lovely scene where she is meeting a bunch of other New York wives, but hasn't had a chance to pull off her kinky over the knee boots and fishnets.
We went to dinner after the movie the other night and that was nice. I have taken to wearing a gag that I can easily remove under the burqa. It is either a small ball gaga that fills my mouth or a short collar that wraps over my mouth and is zippered.
This way, I can go out in public gagged as I enjoy, then remove it at dinner. I was asked recently how I eat in the burqa. I have adopted a practice of taking a small plate or bowl under my burqa and just eating from inside. It is easier than trying to get each fork or spoon ful up under there.
I usually eat a little steak and vegetables precut into small bites. Teppanyaki restaurants work well for this. We do get a few stares, particulalry when my hands, gloved in tight latex, come out from under the burqa and pick up a bowl or a fork. People stare, but no one ever says anything.
I think that's about all for now. Hope to hear from everyone.
Regards
Lady
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Five months now...and I am seen
Another milestone in my new lifestyle. Okay, i was bored and I transgressed one of Sir's rules. I will pay for it when he returns from his current trip, I'm sure. But it was fun.
A couple of days ago I went online with a webcam and allowed some folks to see me in chat rooms. I have been receiving many requests for this, but Sir has always disallowed it. At first, he was most concerned for our privacy and did not want anyone being able to identify me. Hence, the fuzzy faced pictures many of you have commented on.
Later, I think it became a matter of discipline. However, a couple of days ago my next door neighbor had asked me to feed her cat while she was away. She has always been most understanding of my wearing the burqa around her, even when I was unable to speak. recently, however, we have struck up several conversations. She is out of town and has asked that I feed her cat.
As it turns out, she left her computer running, connected to the net, and with a webcam attached. I asked her if I could use it the first night she was away when she called to check on her pet (a 14 year old fat tabby cat who does NOT answer to the name "Ms Marple", despite it being the one used by her owner). My neighbor said it was fine for me to use the computer and camera, so two days ago I went online.
As many of you know, I have avoided this because Sir has said no and he is my Dom. The subject has come up several times, and I have asked him to allow me to cam online if I wear the burqa. He has always said no. So, this is a bit of a violation but, after nearly 5 months in total enclosure, doing everything he says and being a good girl, the tempatation was too much to bear. Besides, I was bored (puppy pouts beneath her two rubber hoods).
There were only a few of my usual chat friends online, but I had a nice picture enhanced conversation with them. I wore my black burqa and it was only a little strange to me that they could see me, but it was fun, I must admit. You folks who read my blog understand the appeal of the latex, orf the cover, and of my lifestyle so much more than people I meet on the street from whom I am still keeping a secret.
I went back yesterday and did the same thing, chatting with a couple of IAR friends and a muslimah I converse with from Poland.
I also entered a muslim chat room that I frequent. I have learned a great deal about the burqa, veiling, and Islam in general in here. I do not represent myself as a muslim, but I do mention to the people in the room that I veil completely wearing a burqa. If the subject of my clothing and material comes up, as it sometimes does when chatters check out my profile and pictures, I explain the whole 'Latex thing' completely.
The reactions I got were very interesting. All the people I chatted with identified as male, most from the mid east, a few from India and only one non-muslim, a hindu from India who hangs out in the room as well.
The reactions were 100% friendly. Many were surprised when I allowed them to see me in the burqa. They wanted to know why I covered so extensively and I told them it was a lifestyle choice my husband and I had made. Everyone I chatted with respected this, even if they disagreed intrinsically with the need to veil. This is an interesting and ongoing conversation within the muslim world.
There was some confusion as to why a non-muslim woman would choose to veil, but no outrage or upset. The two women I conversed with applauded (and have applauded in the past) the decision of any woman to cover herself and not show herself to men, regardless of religion. Just as an aside, there are several groups and websites of Christian and Jewish women who want to veil and cover, from their hair to their entore faces and bodies. I can't say if it is in any way a growing trend, but I have become very attuned to it and can definitely say that there is a groundswell of women from a variety of religious and ethnic backgrounds who do NOT agree with the notion that veiling is oppressive.
Several of the chatters, being male, wanted me to uncover to show my face, but I demured. In the end, they gave up trying to convince me. Frankly, this did not bother me...males are males the world over.
Interestingly, during the several hours I was conversing with muslims (who are fairly comfortable with the general notion of a covered woman), viewed by them in a latex burqa, not a single one asked about the material. In general, the reaction I got was, "oh, you are in hijab" or "Why do you wear a burqa?", or "it is good that you cover".
Never, "What is that material?" I suppose it was not recognized. i doubt many people in the mid east or India are that familiar with latex fetish clothing. When I looked at it in the view window, it did look more like black satin or silk...which is what it is usually mistaken for in public.
So, that was my transgressive foray into webcamming. I hope everyone that I was able to show myself to enjoyed the chats. I'll have to suffer some form of punishment and do penance for my willfulness, I'm sure, but, frankly, those times are usually rather fun anyway :)
RegardsLady
A couple of days ago I went online with a webcam and allowed some folks to see me in chat rooms. I have been receiving many requests for this, but Sir has always disallowed it. At first, he was most concerned for our privacy and did not want anyone being able to identify me. Hence, the fuzzy faced pictures many of you have commented on.
Later, I think it became a matter of discipline. However, a couple of days ago my next door neighbor had asked me to feed her cat while she was away. She has always been most understanding of my wearing the burqa around her, even when I was unable to speak. recently, however, we have struck up several conversations. She is out of town and has asked that I feed her cat.
As it turns out, she left her computer running, connected to the net, and with a webcam attached. I asked her if I could use it the first night she was away when she called to check on her pet (a 14 year old fat tabby cat who does NOT answer to the name "Ms Marple", despite it being the one used by her owner). My neighbor said it was fine for me to use the computer and camera, so two days ago I went online.
As many of you know, I have avoided this because Sir has said no and he is my Dom. The subject has come up several times, and I have asked him to allow me to cam online if I wear the burqa. He has always said no. So, this is a bit of a violation but, after nearly 5 months in total enclosure, doing everything he says and being a good girl, the tempatation was too much to bear. Besides, I was bored (puppy pouts beneath her two rubber hoods).
There were only a few of my usual chat friends online, but I had a nice picture enhanced conversation with them. I wore my black burqa and it was only a little strange to me that they could see me, but it was fun, I must admit. You folks who read my blog understand the appeal of the latex, orf the cover, and of my lifestyle so much more than people I meet on the street from whom I am still keeping a secret.
I went back yesterday and did the same thing, chatting with a couple of IAR friends and a muslimah I converse with from Poland.
I also entered a muslim chat room that I frequent. I have learned a great deal about the burqa, veiling, and Islam in general in here. I do not represent myself as a muslim, but I do mention to the people in the room that I veil completely wearing a burqa. If the subject of my clothing and material comes up, as it sometimes does when chatters check out my profile and pictures, I explain the whole 'Latex thing' completely.
The reactions I got were very interesting. All the people I chatted with identified as male, most from the mid east, a few from India and only one non-muslim, a hindu from India who hangs out in the room as well.
The reactions were 100% friendly. Many were surprised when I allowed them to see me in the burqa. They wanted to know why I covered so extensively and I told them it was a lifestyle choice my husband and I had made. Everyone I chatted with respected this, even if they disagreed intrinsically with the need to veil. This is an interesting and ongoing conversation within the muslim world.
There was some confusion as to why a non-muslim woman would choose to veil, but no outrage or upset. The two women I conversed with applauded (and have applauded in the past) the decision of any woman to cover herself and not show herself to men, regardless of religion. Just as an aside, there are several groups and websites of Christian and Jewish women who want to veil and cover, from their hair to their entore faces and bodies. I can't say if it is in any way a growing trend, but I have become very attuned to it and can definitely say that there is a groundswell of women from a variety of religious and ethnic backgrounds who do NOT agree with the notion that veiling is oppressive.
Several of the chatters, being male, wanted me to uncover to show my face, but I demured. In the end, they gave up trying to convince me. Frankly, this did not bother me...males are males the world over.
Interestingly, during the several hours I was conversing with muslims (who are fairly comfortable with the general notion of a covered woman), viewed by them in a latex burqa, not a single one asked about the material. In general, the reaction I got was, "oh, you are in hijab" or "Why do you wear a burqa?", or "it is good that you cover".
Never, "What is that material?" I suppose it was not recognized. i doubt many people in the mid east or India are that familiar with latex fetish clothing. When I looked at it in the view window, it did look more like black satin or silk...which is what it is usually mistaken for in public.
So, that was my transgressive foray into webcamming. I hope everyone that I was able to show myself to enjoyed the chats. I'll have to suffer some form of punishment and do penance for my willfulness, I'm sure, but, frankly, those times are usually rather fun anyway :)
RegardsLady
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Trip to Philly and a Rainy Day in Maryland
Did a little travelling this week. Sir took me to Philadelphia on a business trip this week. Had some fun shopping and went out to dinner a couple of evenings. Then we went down to Washington and I got to see my sister again.
We followed our usual protocol for air travel, with me in an open faced hood under the burqa. we had no problems on the way out.
While in Philadelphia I went out alone (maid did not accompany us on this trip) to go shopping in the mall downtown. Nothing much happened. I bought a new teapot for my collection, had some fun looking at shoes and bought a couple of books. For this outing, after lunch in the hotel, I had gagged myself as usual. It just feels so normal now, I didn't feel right going out of the hotel without it.
Later the first evening, Sir took me out to a Japanese restaurant. I wore my red rubber kimono under the burqa. Of course, no one saw it, but Sir knew I was wearing it. We did cause a few turned heads at the restaurant, but no one seemed overly concerned. I had a very nice Shrimp Teriyaki prepared at a hibachi table.
I spent the second day mostly in the hotel. Went out sightseeing a bit as it has been a while since I have been in Philadelphia. I was approached by a couple of muslimas in the museum but we just nodded at each other and passed by. They were both wearing niqabs and before my trip was over, I saw several other women covering their faces.
We went down to Washington the next day and Sir dropped me off at my sister's house while he attended some meetings. My sister and I got to sit and chat all day. She's doing well and enjoying new duties at her job. She talked with me a bit about my new lifestyle but she is very accepting of it. I didn't keep the burqa on the whole time as she knows I cover in total latex under it. It was a little odd to put a gag on in front of her before I left, but she understands. She actually called the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel.
The whole day in DC was wet. It was training cats and dogs and was quite cold. I was quite happy to be in three layers of latex, I can tell you. I wore the black one over my special red dress with hood and gloves to go see my sister. She actually told me my red hood was pretty (if still a bit disturbing to her).
Later, Sir and I left for the return flight from Dulles airport which was an absolute nightmare. Or rather it would have been if I had not been covered in my burqa. Because we had to have my identity checked by a special process, the TSA moved us right on past the huge crowd.
The flight back was long but uneventful. We were in first class and I decided to gag myself in the airport before we took off. Then, I just curled up in my window seat and went to sleep pretty much. Sir declined the meal for me. I did read a little, but didn't bother with the movie.
Spent Saturday reading and resting (and having some fun sessions with Sir and maid) and have just returned this afternoon from going out for a bit of shopping and lunch. The weather here is still lovely for being covered. A bit warm in direct sunshine but the wind is up enough to keep me cool. The white burqa works best for now.
Regards
Lady
We followed our usual protocol for air travel, with me in an open faced hood under the burqa. we had no problems on the way out.
While in Philadelphia I went out alone (maid did not accompany us on this trip) to go shopping in the mall downtown. Nothing much happened. I bought a new teapot for my collection, had some fun looking at shoes and bought a couple of books. For this outing, after lunch in the hotel, I had gagged myself as usual. It just feels so normal now, I didn't feel right going out of the hotel without it.
Later the first evening, Sir took me out to a Japanese restaurant. I wore my red rubber kimono under the burqa. Of course, no one saw it, but Sir knew I was wearing it. We did cause a few turned heads at the restaurant, but no one seemed overly concerned. I had a very nice Shrimp Teriyaki prepared at a hibachi table.
I spent the second day mostly in the hotel. Went out sightseeing a bit as it has been a while since I have been in Philadelphia. I was approached by a couple of muslimas in the museum but we just nodded at each other and passed by. They were both wearing niqabs and before my trip was over, I saw several other women covering their faces.
We went down to Washington the next day and Sir dropped me off at my sister's house while he attended some meetings. My sister and I got to sit and chat all day. She's doing well and enjoying new duties at her job. She talked with me a bit about my new lifestyle but she is very accepting of it. I didn't keep the burqa on the whole time as she knows I cover in total latex under it. It was a little odd to put a gag on in front of her before I left, but she understands. She actually called the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel.
The whole day in DC was wet. It was training cats and dogs and was quite cold. I was quite happy to be in three layers of latex, I can tell you. I wore the black one over my special red dress with hood and gloves to go see my sister. She actually told me my red hood was pretty (if still a bit disturbing to her).
Later, Sir and I left for the return flight from Dulles airport which was an absolute nightmare. Or rather it would have been if I had not been covered in my burqa. Because we had to have my identity checked by a special process, the TSA moved us right on past the huge crowd.
The flight back was long but uneventful. We were in first class and I decided to gag myself in the airport before we took off. Then, I just curled up in my window seat and went to sleep pretty much. Sir declined the meal for me. I did read a little, but didn't bother with the movie.
Spent Saturday reading and resting (and having some fun sessions with Sir and maid) and have just returned this afternoon from going out for a bit of shopping and lunch. The weather here is still lovely for being covered. A bit warm in direct sunshine but the wind is up enough to keep me cool. The white burqa works best for now.
Regards
Lady
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