I am not sure why, but the pleasure is intense today. Perhaps it is because Sir and I are having such a good day. I awoke this morning and slipped into a gleaming white rubber skinsuit that covers me head to toe. It hugs me completely, gloving my hands and hooding my head and face. The eyes are open although the mouth is closed and I am silenced. Over this my usual corset and boots went smoothly and tightly. These were the white rubber knee boots and white corset I usually wear with my white dresses.
Then, over all that, I put on a long, loose black dress with a very tight waist and full skirt. The white gloves emerging from the black sleeves, and my white, shiny, hooded head issuing from the high, black neckline looks lovely and very bizarre when I glance in the mirror. The hood is very tight as is the bodice, reminding me of my feminitity and my rubberization at the same time.
The fun thing today is that Sir is dressed almost identically...he is also in a white skinsuit beneath his black latex priest's cassock. This is the first time in a long time he has felt good enough to wear a hood with no mouth for a long period. He is breathing normally and without distress even when we engage in strenuous and fun activities :)
We've had a very nice day and even went out earlier. I draped myself in the hugely voluminous latex folds of my white burqa, and he pulled the second hood, the one in the burqa, most tightly against my face to the point I lost feeling in my cheeks and forehead. Sir pulled on slacks, shirt and a pair of gloves over his skinsuit and took the hood off and tucked it under his trench coat.
We walked along the road near our home. It was windy and raining , but we were both fully protected. I was, in particular, virtually untouched by the weather, noticing only the tension and restriction of my 3+ layers of warm, soft rubber.
Once we returned home, Sir had me kneel in the center of our living room while he resealed himself completely, including the cassock, then removed my burqa and its built-in hood, and verified I was still sealed and silent. He and I spent a busy and pleasurable afternoon in our play room and now, as I write this, are resting, watching tv and reading on a Sunday afternoon, still sealed and silenced.
It is so good to have him back, feeling well and energetic. And there is soemthing very erotic about having both of us dressed in almost identical, totally enclosing, restrictively silencing rubber.
regards
Lady
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Yes, I am still here
I wanted to finally take a moment to make a new entry in this blog. It has been months, I know, since I wrote anything significant. I am not sure this will be very significant, but the number of comments and emails I've had asking me to write again make it imperative I explain what's been going on.
First, Sir has been working his way trough another bout of pneumonia since early June. He's had to go in the hospital twice and has been recouperating at home in between. It is terrible seeing him so weak and distressed and I have just not had the heart to write about it or any energy to think about our lifestyle as I've been busy caring for him.
Thankfully, he is now on the mend. He's had to undergo some terrible therapy to cure this particular form of pneumonia, but is doing much better and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel. There has been no permanent damage to his lungs and he has actually begun to talk about diving again next summer.
Secondly, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments and concerns. I appreciated the thoughts greatly as did Sir.
Finally, I know several people have seen the article in Bizarre magazine with a photo of me in my red burqa. Wonderful little write-up and a much larger photo than I ever expected them to print. I hope their readers enjoy it.
Obviously, we've done very little travel or adventuring recently with Sir so ill and weak. I have remained constant in my costuming, wearing latex around the house and, indeed, Sir has taken much comfort from wearing some of his catsuits as the pressure of the latex made his breathing feel more comfortable.
For myself, I have been experimenting with tighter and tighter facial coverings and neck braces, when I can, just as a way of affirming my own tendencies toward submitting to the discipline of both latex enclosure and of submission to Sir. I shall write more about the sensations of mulitple hooding over my face and of living for several days in a neck corset at a later entry. It has been a small bit of entertainment and distraction as I've been attending to Sir. He appreciates the bizareness of it too.
Regards
Lady
First, Sir has been working his way trough another bout of pneumonia since early June. He's had to go in the hospital twice and has been recouperating at home in between. It is terrible seeing him so weak and distressed and I have just not had the heart to write about it or any energy to think about our lifestyle as I've been busy caring for him.
Thankfully, he is now on the mend. He's had to undergo some terrible therapy to cure this particular form of pneumonia, but is doing much better and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel. There has been no permanent damage to his lungs and he has actually begun to talk about diving again next summer.
Secondly, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments and concerns. I appreciated the thoughts greatly as did Sir.
Finally, I know several people have seen the article in Bizarre magazine with a photo of me in my red burqa. Wonderful little write-up and a much larger photo than I ever expected them to print. I hope their readers enjoy it.
Obviously, we've done very little travel or adventuring recently with Sir so ill and weak. I have remained constant in my costuming, wearing latex around the house and, indeed, Sir has taken much comfort from wearing some of his catsuits as the pressure of the latex made his breathing feel more comfortable.
For myself, I have been experimenting with tighter and tighter facial coverings and neck braces, when I can, just as a way of affirming my own tendencies toward submitting to the discipline of both latex enclosure and of submission to Sir. I shall write more about the sensations of mulitple hooding over my face and of living for several days in a neck corset at a later entry. It has been a small bit of entertainment and distraction as I've been attending to Sir. He appreciates the bizareness of it too.
Regards
Lady
Sunday, June 17, 2007
The Much Anticipated Bag Blog
Everyone wants to know about my new bag so here is the entry you've been craving.
The bag was made by someone in the US...I do not know by whom, but I think it may be from San Francisco. It is quite severe and has several interesting features which make it wonderful for long term enclosure and restriction.
First, it is very much like wearing a long tight rubber dress. Internally, there is an inflatable sheath skirt the legs go into and this skirt tapers towards the feet and hobbles the legs quite effectively. But, there is plenty of room for my feet and I never have any problem with numbness or pain from them.
Next, there are internal sleeves. These also inflate separately. When I am put into it, my arms go down long sleeves which are bound to the side and just a little bit behind me...I have to throw my chest out and pull my shoulders back to get into it and once it's inflated I am held that way.
The sleeves end in gloves.
The hood is fully externalized. That is, it rises out of the shoulders of the bag and, in fact, Sir puts a posture colar around my neck on the outside of the bag. The hood is very special and I shall get to it in a moment.
Inflation can be in stages as there are multple bladders. The legs can be inflated first which immobilizes them, then the chest can be inflated until breathing is cut off and the subject suffocates from the pressure. Finally, the hood can be inflated.
All inflation connections are at the back of the bag at the feet and tubes carry the air to the different bladders. This makes for a very smooth appearance.
Reinforced attachements at shoulder and hip form a supension harness which makes it possible for me to be suspended from the ceiling during the entire ordeal of inflation and encasement for long periods...so far up to 18 hours.
As the hood is inflated, it is assymetric. While the entire hood is double skinned and inflates, this establishes equal pressure all over my face. But a second inflation is possible which inflaes a bladder or pillow behind my head. This pushes my face into the front of the hood. As it does so, the eyeholes and breathing holes at nose and mouth close up so that the more that bladder is inflated, the more I am pushed into a wall of already infalted latex, the more I suffer restricted breathing.
This is the most erotic thing I have experienced in a long time. As he inflates my chest, Sir is usually careful to not over compress me. Of course by that time my legs are numb already from their bladder. If he has over inflated my chest, my breasts are crushed (more so if I am corseted) and I can barely breath anyway. Then, as he inflates my head, my world compresses into a tunnel which ultimately irises shut and seals me in an impenetrable, unbreathable encasement. My climaxes are legendary, let me assure you.
So that is the new bag. I am put into it usually once a week and have spent as much as 18 hours in it at a single stretch so far...suspended from our ceiling with him suffocating me periodically to generate orgasms.
When I am released it is the most relaxed and lethargic I can recall ever being.
Regards
Lady
The bag was made by someone in the US...I do not know by whom, but I think it may be from San Francisco. It is quite severe and has several interesting features which make it wonderful for long term enclosure and restriction.
First, it is very much like wearing a long tight rubber dress. Internally, there is an inflatable sheath skirt the legs go into and this skirt tapers towards the feet and hobbles the legs quite effectively. But, there is plenty of room for my feet and I never have any problem with numbness or pain from them.
Next, there are internal sleeves. These also inflate separately. When I am put into it, my arms go down long sleeves which are bound to the side and just a little bit behind me...I have to throw my chest out and pull my shoulders back to get into it and once it's inflated I am held that way.
The sleeves end in gloves.
The hood is fully externalized. That is, it rises out of the shoulders of the bag and, in fact, Sir puts a posture colar around my neck on the outside of the bag. The hood is very special and I shall get to it in a moment.
Inflation can be in stages as there are multple bladders. The legs can be inflated first which immobilizes them, then the chest can be inflated until breathing is cut off and the subject suffocates from the pressure. Finally, the hood can be inflated.
All inflation connections are at the back of the bag at the feet and tubes carry the air to the different bladders. This makes for a very smooth appearance.
Reinforced attachements at shoulder and hip form a supension harness which makes it possible for me to be suspended from the ceiling during the entire ordeal of inflation and encasement for long periods...so far up to 18 hours.
As the hood is inflated, it is assymetric. While the entire hood is double skinned and inflates, this establishes equal pressure all over my face. But a second inflation is possible which inflaes a bladder or pillow behind my head. This pushes my face into the front of the hood. As it does so, the eyeholes and breathing holes at nose and mouth close up so that the more that bladder is inflated, the more I am pushed into a wall of already infalted latex, the more I suffer restricted breathing.
This is the most erotic thing I have experienced in a long time. As he inflates my chest, Sir is usually careful to not over compress me. Of course by that time my legs are numb already from their bladder. If he has over inflated my chest, my breasts are crushed (more so if I am corseted) and I can barely breath anyway. Then, as he inflates my head, my world compresses into a tunnel which ultimately irises shut and seals me in an impenetrable, unbreathable encasement. My climaxes are legendary, let me assure you.
So that is the new bag. I am put into it usually once a week and have spent as much as 18 hours in it at a single stretch so far...suspended from our ceiling with him suffocating me periodically to generate orgasms.
When I am released it is the most relaxed and lethargic I can recall ever being.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Some More Easter Dressing Details
Well, back in Ireland again and having fun in the rain. Actually, it rained every day in May until about the 25th and it has been pretty since then.
Everyone has been asking about my new the bag which Sir gave me while we were in the US. I thought I would explain a bit about it and how it makes me feel. But first an update on fashions and toys. And some more detail on our visit at Easter with Sir’s family
As I have written earlier on the fact that we visited Sir’s family, I thought I would go into much more detail about how I was dressed and the impressions I both had and made at Easter when I attended Mass and we had dinner with the family. I hope this recap is not boring to my regular readers.
We visited Sir’s sister in Texas for Easter and it was freezing and rain…very strange weather for that time of year. Sirs sister and family know about our lifestyle and, while still somewhat taken aback, they accept us well and make us welcome.
They are Catholic and Sir and I agreed to attend Easter Sunday mass with them. Sir wore his best black latex catsuit under a white rubber shirt and black latex slacks. The catsuit makes him stand taller and slimmer and the slacks look very nice on him.
I wore white. Because it was cold I wore a total enclosure white catsuit with gloves, hood, and feet. The suit’s hood is similar to my burqa’s hood; pepper pot eyes and no mouth., very tightly zipped over my head.
Over the catsuit I wore white stockings, suspended from a white corset and white knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. The corset is a very smooth affair, flaring over my hips and Sir laced it tighter than usual. It has bra cups which inflate both inward and outward, crushing my own breasts under the catsuit but filling out my apparent figure quite attractively. And it fits like a dream. However, the sensation of my breasts being crushed under its relentless pressure is only tolerable for a short time; no more than 36 hours or so.
Then my favourite white dress. It has a very tight bodice, (which receives wonderful attention from the tightly inflated corset cups), extra tight sleeves and a very high tight collar. The waist nips perfectly over the corset and the ankle length skirt flairs almost as much as my burqa. The whole dress uses about 8 yards of rubber and swirls very dramatically when I twirl. It weighs over 10 pounds!
The sleeves are so tight they limit my flexion at the elbow…or rather encourage me to limit it because they bite a bit at the elbow, particular when worn over the catsuit sleeves which are tight themselves. Over these, Sir insisted on a second pair of elbow length, very small gloves to insure I had very little feeling in my hands.
The dress can be belted and Sir decided to use a restraint belt for the day. This belts around my waist, buckling smoothly in back, and has two cuffs for the upper part of my arms, just above the elbows. The result, of course, is severely limited use of my arms and hands. He drew the cuffs extra tight as well, resulting in numbness very quickly. It isn’t enough to be dangerous, but the whole day I felt like my hands were asleep and they were useless for grasping anything…his intent, of course.
Finally, it was time for my burqa. Since I would be in public I was to be burqa’d in the white rubber one for the day (actually, I had to wear one at all times at his sisters anyway, except when alone with him in our hotel room). He draped it over me and ulled its bultin hood tightly over my face, numbing that too, and zipping it tightly closed over my mouth and face. He unzipped my dress a bit an inserted the burqa hood under the dress collar, then zipped mye up again to insure that neck movement was limited.
But then he added a matching white posture collar to hold my head high and rigidly looking forward! Iwas not expecting that since he usually does not do so for me going out in public under the veiling garment. But, seeing this was Easter, he felt I should be asa formal and limited as possible to guarantee my sensations of submission.
So, in the end I was encased fully in three skin tight layers of latex for the day, then tented with a fourth; catsuit, corset and stockings, dress, and burqa. And two hoods and two pairs of gloves, with arms restrained to my sides above the elbows and no way to utter a sound. My breasts were crushed tantalizingly into my chest and breathing was something I did very shallowly.
Of course with the hoods I had extremely limited vision since there were three interfering sets of perforations between my eyes and the world; the catsuit hood with its pepper pot eyes, the burqa’s built in hood with its same style eyes, and the burqa’s perforated mesh as well.
So all in all, I was incredibly restrained and limited in my scope of existence and sensation for Easter. Sir said he felt it was appropriate that for attending a religious sevice like a Mass, I be reminded of how insignificant my own desires and inclinations are…that the bondage would make me aware of the larger issues in things.
I mostly just felt incredibly aroused!
I was led out of our hotel suite and we stood in the blowing freezing wind and rain for about 5 minutes waiting for our car to be brought round. The hotel staff stared, of course, but a very nice young girl in the rather elaborate hotel door uniform (would be lovely in latex) walked up to the car and held the door for me as if she did so for burqa’d guests everyday. Getting into the car might have been an issue, but Sir held my hand through the burqa, and I have long since worked out the best way for a woman in a huge flowing rubber garment to sit and swivel into a bucket seat.
Sir reached over me and fastened my seatbelt (I certainly could not) and I sat rigid and upright, still and ivory, looking like nothing so much as a motionless, gleaming statue of white marble, carved in an almost Grecian style, the rubber flowing out from the crown of my head down and over the car seat like alabaster.
My vision blurred and swirled as we drove, the world taking on a strange, out of focus and bleary appearance. All colours were muted by the heavy rain and even more so by the moiré patterns before my eyes.
Everything smelled of latex, the tiny holes in the two skin-tight hoods making my breath loud in my ears. There was very little else to listen too, Sir being quiet as he drove us to his sister’s to meet before Mass. I settled into my seat and clasped my hands together under the veil. Truth be told, I wound up rubbing myself slowly, just to enjoy the feeling,
When we arrived it was even worse weather than when we set out. Sir handed me out of the car and we walked down the drive to the house. The wind was viciously cold and as most of you know, latex rapidly loses its temperature, particularly when it is tight against the body.. The burqa, however, forms an airspace around the wearer and it kept me reasonably warm. Sir was actually shivering in his jacket, shirt, and catsuit more than I was.
His sister greeted us warmly, giving me a hug and even a kiss on my rubbered cheek. Of course, our ‘straight’ relatives do not typically know how much latex I wear beneath the burqa, but there was no way she could mistake what she felt under the burqa for bare skin, I think. Nonetheless, she acted as if she was completely sanguine with me, my apparel, and my silence.
We did not linger at her house long, but bundled ourselves back into cars and followed her and her husband to the church. There, all 7 of us piled into a pew and I sat and silently watched as Mass proceeded. I did not rise and fall as is usual in Mass, but kept my seat. Nor did I take communion., obviously.
After Mass we met the priest for a moment who was gracious if a bit nonplussed by a white burqa in hi church. I did shake his hand and Sir explained that I did not speak in public. He took it in stride and invited me back again.
Back at the house I was told I could change into my red burqa and a hood with a mouth so I could eat Easter dinner with the rest of the family. I changed into a red dress and hood and came out in my red burqa. I was allowed to chat with my sister-in-law as well as I ate small bites of Easter dinner.
I shall write more later on the new bag…its hood can be inflated in such a way as to slowly suffocate me in a most erotic manner…but more on that later.
Lady
Everyone has been asking about my new the bag which Sir gave me while we were in the US. I thought I would explain a bit about it and how it makes me feel. But first an update on fashions and toys. And some more detail on our visit at Easter with Sir’s family
As I have written earlier on the fact that we visited Sir’s family, I thought I would go into much more detail about how I was dressed and the impressions I both had and made at Easter when I attended Mass and we had dinner with the family. I hope this recap is not boring to my regular readers.
We visited Sir’s sister in Texas for Easter and it was freezing and rain…very strange weather for that time of year. Sirs sister and family know about our lifestyle and, while still somewhat taken aback, they accept us well and make us welcome.
They are Catholic and Sir and I agreed to attend Easter Sunday mass with them. Sir wore his best black latex catsuit under a white rubber shirt and black latex slacks. The catsuit makes him stand taller and slimmer and the slacks look very nice on him.
I wore white. Because it was cold I wore a total enclosure white catsuit with gloves, hood, and feet. The suit’s hood is similar to my burqa’s hood; pepper pot eyes and no mouth., very tightly zipped over my head.
Over the catsuit I wore white stockings, suspended from a white corset and white knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. The corset is a very smooth affair, flaring over my hips and Sir laced it tighter than usual. It has bra cups which inflate both inward and outward, crushing my own breasts under the catsuit but filling out my apparent figure quite attractively. And it fits like a dream. However, the sensation of my breasts being crushed under its relentless pressure is only tolerable for a short time; no more than 36 hours or so.
Then my favourite white dress. It has a very tight bodice, (which receives wonderful attention from the tightly inflated corset cups), extra tight sleeves and a very high tight collar. The waist nips perfectly over the corset and the ankle length skirt flairs almost as much as my burqa. The whole dress uses about 8 yards of rubber and swirls very dramatically when I twirl. It weighs over 10 pounds!
The sleeves are so tight they limit my flexion at the elbow…or rather encourage me to limit it because they bite a bit at the elbow, particular when worn over the catsuit sleeves which are tight themselves. Over these, Sir insisted on a second pair of elbow length, very small gloves to insure I had very little feeling in my hands.
The dress can be belted and Sir decided to use a restraint belt for the day. This belts around my waist, buckling smoothly in back, and has two cuffs for the upper part of my arms, just above the elbows. The result, of course, is severely limited use of my arms and hands. He drew the cuffs extra tight as well, resulting in numbness very quickly. It isn’t enough to be dangerous, but the whole day I felt like my hands were asleep and they were useless for grasping anything…his intent, of course.
Finally, it was time for my burqa. Since I would be in public I was to be burqa’d in the white rubber one for the day (actually, I had to wear one at all times at his sisters anyway, except when alone with him in our hotel room). He draped it over me and ulled its bultin hood tightly over my face, numbing that too, and zipping it tightly closed over my mouth and face. He unzipped my dress a bit an inserted the burqa hood under the dress collar, then zipped mye up again to insure that neck movement was limited.
But then he added a matching white posture collar to hold my head high and rigidly looking forward! Iwas not expecting that since he usually does not do so for me going out in public under the veiling garment. But, seeing this was Easter, he felt I should be asa formal and limited as possible to guarantee my sensations of submission.
So, in the end I was encased fully in three skin tight layers of latex for the day, then tented with a fourth; catsuit, corset and stockings, dress, and burqa. And two hoods and two pairs of gloves, with arms restrained to my sides above the elbows and no way to utter a sound. My breasts were crushed tantalizingly into my chest and breathing was something I did very shallowly.
Of course with the hoods I had extremely limited vision since there were three interfering sets of perforations between my eyes and the world; the catsuit hood with its pepper pot eyes, the burqa’s built in hood with its same style eyes, and the burqa’s perforated mesh as well.
So all in all, I was incredibly restrained and limited in my scope of existence and sensation for Easter. Sir said he felt it was appropriate that for attending a religious sevice like a Mass, I be reminded of how insignificant my own desires and inclinations are…that the bondage would make me aware of the larger issues in things.
I mostly just felt incredibly aroused!
I was led out of our hotel suite and we stood in the blowing freezing wind and rain for about 5 minutes waiting for our car to be brought round. The hotel staff stared, of course, but a very nice young girl in the rather elaborate hotel door uniform (would be lovely in latex) walked up to the car and held the door for me as if she did so for burqa’d guests everyday. Getting into the car might have been an issue, but Sir held my hand through the burqa, and I have long since worked out the best way for a woman in a huge flowing rubber garment to sit and swivel into a bucket seat.
Sir reached over me and fastened my seatbelt (I certainly could not) and I sat rigid and upright, still and ivory, looking like nothing so much as a motionless, gleaming statue of white marble, carved in an almost Grecian style, the rubber flowing out from the crown of my head down and over the car seat like alabaster.
My vision blurred and swirled as we drove, the world taking on a strange, out of focus and bleary appearance. All colours were muted by the heavy rain and even more so by the moiré patterns before my eyes.
Everything smelled of latex, the tiny holes in the two skin-tight hoods making my breath loud in my ears. There was very little else to listen too, Sir being quiet as he drove us to his sister’s to meet before Mass. I settled into my seat and clasped my hands together under the veil. Truth be told, I wound up rubbing myself slowly, just to enjoy the feeling,
When we arrived it was even worse weather than when we set out. Sir handed me out of the car and we walked down the drive to the house. The wind was viciously cold and as most of you know, latex rapidly loses its temperature, particularly when it is tight against the body.. The burqa, however, forms an airspace around the wearer and it kept me reasonably warm. Sir was actually shivering in his jacket, shirt, and catsuit more than I was.
His sister greeted us warmly, giving me a hug and even a kiss on my rubbered cheek. Of course, our ‘straight’ relatives do not typically know how much latex I wear beneath the burqa, but there was no way she could mistake what she felt under the burqa for bare skin, I think. Nonetheless, she acted as if she was completely sanguine with me, my apparel, and my silence.
We did not linger at her house long, but bundled ourselves back into cars and followed her and her husband to the church. There, all 7 of us piled into a pew and I sat and silently watched as Mass proceeded. I did not rise and fall as is usual in Mass, but kept my seat. Nor did I take communion., obviously.
After Mass we met the priest for a moment who was gracious if a bit nonplussed by a white burqa in hi church. I did shake his hand and Sir explained that I did not speak in public. He took it in stride and invited me back again.
Back at the house I was told I could change into my red burqa and a hood with a mouth so I could eat Easter dinner with the rest of the family. I changed into a red dress and hood and came out in my red burqa. I was allowed to chat with my sister-in-law as well as I ate small bites of Easter dinner.
I shall write more later on the new bag…its hood can be inflated in such a way as to slowly suffocate me in a most erotic manner…but more on that later.
Lady
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Heading Home
We are finally heading home. First we travel to chicago where Sir has a lunch meeting, then we fly home to Ireland tomorrow. I am waiting now to board the aircraft. This is the second time I have had to have TWO women check my identity ina private room. I was wearing my red burqa with a red open faced hood when we checked in and asked for private screening. We were politely accomodated, but for the second time here in the US i had two women come in and ask me to show my face.
No problems, though. I removed the burqa and answered their questions as they checked my photograph against my face. They were quite friendly and professional though.
Of course, Sir and I both had to have the full wanding search afterwards, but we are used to that. Sir has taken to wearing his latex when we fly as well...slacks, t-shirt, and blazer. So far no one has ever asked about the fact that it is rubber.
As usual, after we cleared security, I went into the ladies' room and put on a more severe hood for the actual flight after we got through security. I was wearing a redrubber ensemble consisting of long full dress, stockings, boots, and gloves with the red open faced hood and red burqa (that's the one without a builtin hood). the dress has a high collar with a ruffle and the necks of the hoods fit under that giving it a smooth appearance and resisting me when I turn my head.
I went into the restroom and swapped the open faced hood for a black full faced hood with sheath gag, then pulled the open faced one back over that. the black one is quite nice, very tight, and has open eyes, but a condom that fills my mouth preventing speech. The open faced hood is actually a half mask as it has a low forehead and also covers my chin and mouth up to my nose. I had to pull it down a bit for the security folks. It looks a bit like this picture I found on the web (this is NOT me) ... I shall try to get one of me and one in the black/red combination too.
Tomorrow I am told that I will fly with the white burqa and its built-in hood. Not sure how we'll get through security and passport control, but I presume Sir has a plan.
We are about to board so I must close for now. I shall write more this evening after we land. I am looking forward to a long relaxing flight, swathed in all my rubber and tightly buckled into my seat. It is so nice to sit for hours, sleeping or reading or drifting away in meditation, covered completely in yards and yards of sft ruber, restricted and tightly encased as well as being enjoyably gagged while we fly across the country.
more later
Lady
No problems, though. I removed the burqa and answered their questions as they checked my photograph against my face. They were quite friendly and professional though.
Of course, Sir and I both had to have the full wanding search afterwards, but we are used to that. Sir has taken to wearing his latex when we fly as well...slacks, t-shirt, and blazer. So far no one has ever asked about the fact that it is rubber.
As usual, after we cleared security, I went into the ladies' room and put on a more severe hood for the actual flight after we got through security. I was wearing a redrubber ensemble consisting of long full dress, stockings, boots, and gloves with the red open faced hood and red burqa (that's the one without a builtin hood). the dress has a high collar with a ruffle and the necks of the hoods fit under that giving it a smooth appearance and resisting me when I turn my head.
I went into the restroom and swapped the open faced hood for a black full faced hood with sheath gag, then pulled the open faced one back over that. the black one is quite nice, very tight, and has open eyes, but a condom that fills my mouth preventing speech. The open faced hood is actually a half mask as it has a low forehead and also covers my chin and mouth up to my nose. I had to pull it down a bit for the security folks. It looks a bit like this picture I found on the web (this is NOT me) ... I shall try to get one of me and one in the black/red combination too.
Tomorrow I am told that I will fly with the white burqa and its built-in hood. Not sure how we'll get through security and passport control, but I presume Sir has a plan.
We are about to board so I must close for now. I shall write more this evening after we land. I am looking forward to a long relaxing flight, swathed in all my rubber and tightly buckled into my seat. It is so nice to sit for hours, sleeping or reading or drifting away in meditation, covered completely in yards and yards of sft ruber, restricted and tightly encased as well as being enjoyably gagged while we fly across the country.
more later
Lady
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
A month in the States
Well, it has been a most busy month. I apologize to all who have been asking for more posting. All I can offer as an excuse is that not only was I busy and quite tied up most of the time, we were also out of internet access for a while.
We are in San Francisco for a few days now before heading home to Ireland. It has been very busy, with trips to a few unusual places as Sir has been doing business. Today, however, has been sightseeing with visits to the SFMOMA and the DeYoung museum. Very nice they are too...the Picaso exhibit is first rate.
In the month we have been here we have visited Texas, our old home, spent Easter with Sir's family (I went to Easter Mass in my white burqa!), passed through Denver, LA (saw our son and his G/F) and now SF.
We return home later this week...it will be a relief.
We have ben so busy and getting in so late that I've not had time or energy to blog. But here are some highlights
Easter -- We were with Sir's family and we all went to Easter Morning Mass (they are staunch catholics) on Sunday. I wore pure white (catsuit, dress, gloves, boots, hood, burqa) and Sir wore black slacks, white shirt, and black blazer (all latex). He talked about wearing his rubber cassock but we decided that might be too much!
While we are non-believers, we can still appreciate the ritual and solemnity of a good Mass and this was very well done. We (all 7 of us) occupied a full pew and I was next to Sir on one end. Yes, I prompted many stares, but people settled into their seats and into the routine as soon as Mass started. We were introduced to the pastor who was most gracious, if a bit confused by having a white burqa'd lady at his Easter mass. However, he took no offense and Sir congratulated him on the turnout and the sermon.
I was, of course, silenced by the built-in hood, but I shook his hand and he seemed OK. perhaps he thought i was a potential convert! :-)
Easter dinner was quite nice with a few friends of Sir's sister over as well. We had a baked ham and a Turkey and I was allowed to change into my red burqa so I could eat with a plate under my veil. the family is quite used to me, if still a bit confused by my lifestyle choice. The friends had been prepped and I was allowed to speak as well, so we had a nice chat.
In Denver we were only there a day and I was on my own wandering Boulder's streets and shops. Again, I was stared at, but did some shopping and made some purchases with no problems. That evening at dinner we ate at a restaurant inside an old bank vault with some colleagues of Sir. It is always interesting when I am introduced to colleagues of his as they typically don't know what to say or do. I always offer a rubber gloved hand for shaking (or kissing as a few of the men do) and then seat myself to Sir's left. On occassion, i am able to sit on the floor or kneel next to him which i truly prefer to do...the reaction from some of his stodgy colleagues is precious. That evening at dinner I was allowed to kneel next to him...most fun.
Reactions from women are also intriguing since many are shocked and some offended by public displays of servitude (PDSs?. Men seem to adjust more readily to me, but they do have trouble keeping their eyes off me when I am sitting or kneeling next to Sir. Women, on the other hand, usually either take one look and look away, or settle in and chat with me (if i can chat).
I actually enjoy kneeling next to Sir for an hour or two chatting with the wife of one of his colleagues about Ireland, sewing, teaching, the latest books, whatever, while nibbling on my dinner under the cover of rubber. It is a bit of an art to keep everything accessible and manage my burqa, my plate, my hands, etc.
In Los angeles, we met with our son and his g/f and went out shopping at a large fetish store, then to dinner. She was in a lovely white rubber sleeveless jacket, VERY short white rubber skirt, white rubber over the knee stockings, and short wrist length gloves. It is another of her anime character costumes in latex. She also wore a catsuit under it which has an open faced hood. The catsuit is light blue.
Son and Sir both wore black rubber cassocks and I was in white burqa, gagged for the evening. We went to a lovely Italian restaurant where I had to sit and watch them eat since I cannot do so in the white burqa.
Later, in the hotel room, Sir demonstrated the new total enclosure body bag he got for me with sleeves on the inside and a hood with only one small breathing hole at the nose and an inflatable inner hood with gag. There are no eyes, of course.
Our son showed off Wei in a heavily laced rubber catsuit which has quilted rubber padding on the shoulders, back, breasts, shoulders, elbows, thighs and knees and is very thick.
His g/f loves being laced into it amazingly tightly. She can barely move when fully encased. Then he pulled out a heavy leather hood and put it over her head. It has a latex inner hood with inflatable gag and laces tight in back. She told me later that she is now up to 10 hours in the suit and hood and can even sleep in it. She was always envious of my ability to be rubbered 24/7.
Then this week we've been in SF. I shall write more about that later. We met some old friends here and I've been rather incommunicado for the last several days while Annemarie used me for boudoir furniture!
Regards
Lady
So we've had
We are in San Francisco for a few days now before heading home to Ireland. It has been very busy, with trips to a few unusual places as Sir has been doing business. Today, however, has been sightseeing with visits to the SFMOMA and the DeYoung museum. Very nice they are too...the Picaso exhibit is first rate.
In the month we have been here we have visited Texas, our old home, spent Easter with Sir's family (I went to Easter Mass in my white burqa!), passed through Denver, LA (saw our son and his G/F) and now SF.
We return home later this week...it will be a relief.
We have ben so busy and getting in so late that I've not had time or energy to blog. But here are some highlights
Easter -- We were with Sir's family and we all went to Easter Morning Mass (they are staunch catholics) on Sunday. I wore pure white (catsuit, dress, gloves, boots, hood, burqa) and Sir wore black slacks, white shirt, and black blazer (all latex). He talked about wearing his rubber cassock but we decided that might be too much!
While we are non-believers, we can still appreciate the ritual and solemnity of a good Mass and this was very well done. We (all 7 of us) occupied a full pew and I was next to Sir on one end. Yes, I prompted many stares, but people settled into their seats and into the routine as soon as Mass started. We were introduced to the pastor who was most gracious, if a bit confused by having a white burqa'd lady at his Easter mass. However, he took no offense and Sir congratulated him on the turnout and the sermon.
I was, of course, silenced by the built-in hood, but I shook his hand and he seemed OK. perhaps he thought i was a potential convert! :-)
Easter dinner was quite nice with a few friends of Sir's sister over as well. We had a baked ham and a Turkey and I was allowed to change into my red burqa so I could eat with a plate under my veil. the family is quite used to me, if still a bit confused by my lifestyle choice. The friends had been prepped and I was allowed to speak as well, so we had a nice chat.
In Denver we were only there a day and I was on my own wandering Boulder's streets and shops. Again, I was stared at, but did some shopping and made some purchases with no problems. That evening at dinner we ate at a restaurant inside an old bank vault with some colleagues of Sir. It is always interesting when I am introduced to colleagues of his as they typically don't know what to say or do. I always offer a rubber gloved hand for shaking (or kissing as a few of the men do) and then seat myself to Sir's left. On occassion, i am able to sit on the floor or kneel next to him which i truly prefer to do...the reaction from some of his stodgy colleagues is precious. That evening at dinner I was allowed to kneel next to him...most fun.
Reactions from women are also intriguing since many are shocked and some offended by public displays of servitude (PDSs?. Men seem to adjust more readily to me, but they do have trouble keeping their eyes off me when I am sitting or kneeling next to Sir. Women, on the other hand, usually either take one look and look away, or settle in and chat with me (if i can chat).
I actually enjoy kneeling next to Sir for an hour or two chatting with the wife of one of his colleagues about Ireland, sewing, teaching, the latest books, whatever, while nibbling on my dinner under the cover of rubber. It is a bit of an art to keep everything accessible and manage my burqa, my plate, my hands, etc.
In Los angeles, we met with our son and his g/f and went out shopping at a large fetish store, then to dinner. She was in a lovely white rubber sleeveless jacket, VERY short white rubber skirt, white rubber over the knee stockings, and short wrist length gloves. It is another of her anime character costumes in latex. She also wore a catsuit under it which has an open faced hood. The catsuit is light blue.
Son and Sir both wore black rubber cassocks and I was in white burqa, gagged for the evening. We went to a lovely Italian restaurant where I had to sit and watch them eat since I cannot do so in the white burqa.
Later, in the hotel room, Sir demonstrated the new total enclosure body bag he got for me with sleeves on the inside and a hood with only one small breathing hole at the nose and an inflatable inner hood with gag. There are no eyes, of course.
Our son showed off Wei in a heavily laced rubber catsuit which has quilted rubber padding on the shoulders, back, breasts, shoulders, elbows, thighs and knees and is very thick.
His g/f loves being laced into it amazingly tightly. She can barely move when fully encased. Then he pulled out a heavy leather hood and put it over her head. It has a latex inner hood with inflatable gag and laces tight in back. She told me later that she is now up to 10 hours in the suit and hood and can even sleep in it. She was always envious of my ability to be rubbered 24/7.
Then this week we've been in SF. I shall write more about that later. We met some old friends here and I've been rather incommunicado for the last several days while Annemarie used me for boudoir furniture!
Regards
Lady
So we've had
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Travelling Again
Just to let everyone know, we've been travelling again, this time in the US. That is why I have been offline somewhat for the past few weeks.
Really, we've just been so busy that I have not had the opportunity to blog our experiences lately. I shall try to do so in a leter post, but since I have been receiving comments from many of you about my abscnece (and thank you all for your kind thoughts) I felt I had best let everyone know that we are still out here in the info-ether
I shall endeavour to catch up on blogging soon as we've had quite a nice Easter visiting Sir's family and are now in Silicon Valley for a few weeks.
Regards
Lady
Really, we've just been so busy that I have not had the opportunity to blog our experiences lately. I shall try to do so in a leter post, but since I have been receiving comments from many of you about my abscnece (and thank you all for your kind thoughts) I felt I had best let everyone know that we are still out here in the info-ether
I shall endeavour to catch up on blogging soon as we've had quite a nice Easter visiting Sir's family and are now in Silicon Valley for a few weeks.
Regards
Lady
Monday, February 26, 2007
Impressions in Latex II
The loose folds surround and contain me. The rubber is loose, soft, rustling, yet restaining and constricting at the same time. My breath is all I hear under the layers of hoods, the tubes fitted neatly into my nose and mouth, the pressure of inflation sealng all within.
I can't feel my hands or fingers anymore. The gloves are so tight and my arms are gone, lost, disappeared into the smooth tight shiny carapace of thick latex, zipped up and locked to my collar behind my back. My arms have been in such tight red rubber, the third layer, for so long and bound so tightly behind me that they have ceased to exist. Sir has kept me in this pose so long I cease to feel human, I feel disconnected, unattached and disjointed.
My torso and my breasts are tightly bound in layers of latex, pressurized and constraining, breath hard to find. My head held tightly by the collar, my legs held tightly together by the narrow hobble skirt that falls to just below my knees. Rubber boots tight to the calf, with very high spike heels, come to my knees, covering the rest of my legs. The tubes dangling from beneath my skirt fill my orifices. The collection bag is attahced to my right thigh, its bands constricting and cutting off the blood flow slightly. The plugs and the wires Sir has put in me make me tingle and shudder. The plugs both vibrate and electrify me.
As I stand before him, swathed in yards and yards of rubber, both tightly constrained and flowingly loose, restrained to the point of numbness yet free to feel myself soar with pleasure, as I stand before him, I lose myself, sinking, drowning in the rubber he drapes over me. No longer human, unable to eat, feel, move, see, taste, or even hear beyond the sound of my own breath moving in and out of the tubes I am dependent on. I cease to be...I am become latex... I am the smooth, shiny, elastic integuement...I am the tubes, the bag, the inflation, the gag, the plugs...I am the rubber.
This is how I spent my weekend. When I was finally released this morning, I took over an hour to re-align myself with the reality of being merely dressed in lightweight rubber. I felt light headed, literally, without the pressure of an inflated hood worn for over 48 hours and my arms kept moving of their own accord for quite some time, no restraint, no restriction.
regards
Lady
I can't feel my hands or fingers anymore. The gloves are so tight and my arms are gone, lost, disappeared into the smooth tight shiny carapace of thick latex, zipped up and locked to my collar behind my back. My arms have been in such tight red rubber, the third layer, for so long and bound so tightly behind me that they have ceased to exist. Sir has kept me in this pose so long I cease to feel human, I feel disconnected, unattached and disjointed.
My torso and my breasts are tightly bound in layers of latex, pressurized and constraining, breath hard to find. My head held tightly by the collar, my legs held tightly together by the narrow hobble skirt that falls to just below my knees. Rubber boots tight to the calf, with very high spike heels, come to my knees, covering the rest of my legs. The tubes dangling from beneath my skirt fill my orifices. The collection bag is attahced to my right thigh, its bands constricting and cutting off the blood flow slightly. The plugs and the wires Sir has put in me make me tingle and shudder. The plugs both vibrate and electrify me.
As I stand before him, swathed in yards and yards of rubber, both tightly constrained and flowingly loose, restrained to the point of numbness yet free to feel myself soar with pleasure, as I stand before him, I lose myself, sinking, drowning in the rubber he drapes over me. No longer human, unable to eat, feel, move, see, taste, or even hear beyond the sound of my own breath moving in and out of the tubes I am dependent on. I cease to be...I am become latex... I am the smooth, shiny, elastic integuement...I am the tubes, the bag, the inflation, the gag, the plugs...I am the rubber.
This is how I spent my weekend. When I was finally released this morning, I took over an hour to re-align myself with the reality of being merely dressed in lightweight rubber. I felt light headed, literally, without the pressure of an inflated hood worn for over 48 hours and my arms kept moving of their own accord for quite some time, no restraint, no restriction.
regards
Lady
Monday, February 19, 2007
Weekend in London
We spent a lovely weekend in London, shopping and just relaxing as a late valentine's celebration.
Sir required me to pack nothing but red rubber..stockings, boots, corset, dresses, gloves, hoods. I brought three red dresses, one of which is in the accompanying picture. This is my red dress from peter leth.
Several people were concerned about me going out in a burqa in London. But let me say there were not only no problems, I fit in quite well, particulalry when we went to two fabric stores in Kilburn on the Edgeware road. I do believe that veiled and fully covered and gloved women were in the majority. I was not given a second glance.
But even in Mayfair and in Harrods I was hardly noticed. Dinner in a very nice restaurant the first night we arrived was, as always, interesting, but I ordered shrimp and scallops which always works as a meal I can eat beneath my burqa.
the hood I was wearing most of the time is very tight, laced in back and then a zipper over the lacing. It is quite thick and restrictive with a round hole over my mouth that I can just berley fit small bites of food through. Sir gagged me sometimes while wearing it, a small red ball gag that fits very neatly in the hole in the hood.
My red boots were a bit tiring to walk in as much as we did, but they look wonderfully sleek. The second dress I brought along is very tight and hobbling and the boots look wonderful under it.
We stopped at several bookstores (the IRISH do not appear to enjoy reading as much as we do if the number and size of bookstores are any measure). And I was able to acquire some lovely fabric inclufding some very fancy lycras with arabesques and a nice black vinyl that I will use to make my sister something kinky i think :)
Sir bought some Starbuck's coffee and other things he can't get here in the west of Ireland. We had a lovely time visiting some of the museums (but the Kylie Costume exhibit at the V & A is overhyped).
In the evenings, I was put into some very nice bondage Sir acquired at a store in islington. A new armbinder and a special harness for my torso and breasts...all pulled tightly over my full enclosure, fully occusive red rubber catsuit. The impact of all that latex is fantastic.
We had a loely suite with a private outdoor terrace which, had it been warmer, would have made for great breakfasts, but he says we will do that again in a few months...but sitting out, even in the cold, wearing three layers of latex was quite enjoyable.
Sir wore his slacks and a latex shirt most of the weekend...he brought three shirts and two pairs of slacks. And he wore a lovely black rubber rain cape that he got a couple years ago.
The flights were uneventful as was the drive to and from the airport. Nothing much going on there except having to show my face to a couple of security women. The usual protocols worked just fine...Sir asked for a private screening for me and they politely accomodated. Of course, given the number of niqabs, burqas, veils, and other fully enclosed women I saw at London airports, they must be very used to private screenings.
So we had a lovely time
regards
Lady
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sunday - A Morning's Pleasure and an Afternoon's Delight
We went out driving over the weekend and had a nice little experience in a cafe in a city to the south of us here. Sunday morning i woke feeling very good and wanted to dress especially nice.
Our bed is made up, even here in Ireland, with latex sheets and duvet. they are very soft, very red, and very smooth andslinky when you are also wearing rubber under them. Sir and I wear rubber to bed, either a skinsuit or, for me, a catsuit. Sir usually weas a catsuit or a loose robe over latex underpants.
I slid out of the soft slinky bed and it was quite cold so i grabbed a rubber pegnoir as well and pulled it on as i went to dress. My bathroom is also my vanity so I spent quite a lot of time in their choosing just the right sunday outfit after my bath.
Sir seldom visits me in the bath and did not do so today. he uses a different one and we try to avoid geting in each other's way. Mine has several of my corsets and hoods and gloves in it, setup wheere I can get to them easily, so I do not have to coem out until i am comfortably covered and sealed if that is my goal (or his goal) for the day. nothing annoys more than dashing around looking for the other glove or where I put the lace down hood or missing a posture collar that i really want to wear.
Sunday I put on several layers to be more elaborate and a bit more extreme since I was in the mood to please him and myself. I bathed, then powderedand slid into a transparent grey skinsuit with gloves and hood and feet, then put on a standard red catsuit over that with no hood, hands or feet.
The corset came next and I pulled it as tight as I could, but Sir usually tightens it up more later. Then I choose my victorian walking skirt in red rubber. This skirt has a bustle sort of folded in and consists of yards of latex. very flowing and pretty, but designed to be quite restrictive for walking. Only small steps may be taken and while it appears to be loose, it is actually quite hobbing around the ankles.
I had on two layers of rubber so no stockings were required and I pulled on a pair of red rubber boots that come up over my knees like stockings. They have a four inch heel, spiked.
My blouse was designed to match the skirt. it is ver full, but actually quite tight and restricting, particularly around the neck and wrists. It is zipped on the side so I can do it and long enough t fully tuck into the skirt. It has a high ruffled collar and cuffs and leg of mutton sleeves, but with so much rubber on under it the fit is very tight.
Another pair of gloves, these red, and a red condom hood completed the ensemble. the hood has large eye cutouts so I can see clarly, but i was sucking on a rubber sheath all day long and my mouth would not close completely. Yes, I was in a real mood sunday!
The hood is one of my favorites. love the way it slides on over an inner hood, with such tightnes and a sensation of taking ownership of my face and head. I've cut my hair again recently so it is very short and does not get in the way of hooding at all.
So, properly dressed, i went out of the bath, downstairs to the kitchen and found Sir had dressed and was reading the paper. he was in a nice catsuit with a sheath over his equipment and slacks and shirt, all black latex, over that. We spent a half hour or so exploring ways in which his rubber fitted into my face...while he drank his coffee!
He had me remove the condom hood afterwards and we ate a light breakfast, then I put it back on and he said we were going out. It felt very odd to be chewing on a soft piece of toast 5 minutes after he had been fully inside my mouth, hard as a rock, while i gently chewed on him thorugh the latex...all with no taste of him, no sense of having touched him or been toouched...whcih of course, I had not actually been. The sense of pleasurs coupled with sensory deprivation, followed by the taste of toaast and jam was incredibly bizarre.
Then, of course, after a bit of tea, there was the taste of rubber again, filling my mouth, rippling across my palate, sliding into my throat. So nice and smooth after the coarseness of food. I almost wished he had fed me through the tube instead.
I slid my red burqa on and we went out for our drive. I shall write more of that in a bit, but just now i am being called and must go see to him. He's still in bed this morning and probably wants some attenttion...which I am properly hooded to give him.
regards
Lady
Our bed is made up, even here in Ireland, with latex sheets and duvet. they are very soft, very red, and very smooth andslinky when you are also wearing rubber under them. Sir and I wear rubber to bed, either a skinsuit or, for me, a catsuit. Sir usually weas a catsuit or a loose robe over latex underpants.
I slid out of the soft slinky bed and it was quite cold so i grabbed a rubber pegnoir as well and pulled it on as i went to dress. My bathroom is also my vanity so I spent quite a lot of time in their choosing just the right sunday outfit after my bath.
Sir seldom visits me in the bath and did not do so today. he uses a different one and we try to avoid geting in each other's way. Mine has several of my corsets and hoods and gloves in it, setup wheere I can get to them easily, so I do not have to coem out until i am comfortably covered and sealed if that is my goal (or his goal) for the day. nothing annoys more than dashing around looking for the other glove or where I put the lace down hood or missing a posture collar that i really want to wear.
Sunday I put on several layers to be more elaborate and a bit more extreme since I was in the mood to please him and myself. I bathed, then powderedand slid into a transparent grey skinsuit with gloves and hood and feet, then put on a standard red catsuit over that with no hood, hands or feet.
The corset came next and I pulled it as tight as I could, but Sir usually tightens it up more later. Then I choose my victorian walking skirt in red rubber. This skirt has a bustle sort of folded in and consists of yards of latex. very flowing and pretty, but designed to be quite restrictive for walking. Only small steps may be taken and while it appears to be loose, it is actually quite hobbing around the ankles.
I had on two layers of rubber so no stockings were required and I pulled on a pair of red rubber boots that come up over my knees like stockings. They have a four inch heel, spiked.
My blouse was designed to match the skirt. it is ver full, but actually quite tight and restricting, particularly around the neck and wrists. It is zipped on the side so I can do it and long enough t fully tuck into the skirt. It has a high ruffled collar and cuffs and leg of mutton sleeves, but with so much rubber on under it the fit is very tight.
Another pair of gloves, these red, and a red condom hood completed the ensemble. the hood has large eye cutouts so I can see clarly, but i was sucking on a rubber sheath all day long and my mouth would not close completely. Yes, I was in a real mood sunday!
The hood is one of my favorites. love the way it slides on over an inner hood, with such tightnes and a sensation of taking ownership of my face and head. I've cut my hair again recently so it is very short and does not get in the way of hooding at all.
So, properly dressed, i went out of the bath, downstairs to the kitchen and found Sir had dressed and was reading the paper. he was in a nice catsuit with a sheath over his equipment and slacks and shirt, all black latex, over that. We spent a half hour or so exploring ways in which his rubber fitted into my face...while he drank his coffee!
He had me remove the condom hood afterwards and we ate a light breakfast, then I put it back on and he said we were going out. It felt very odd to be chewing on a soft piece of toast 5 minutes after he had been fully inside my mouth, hard as a rock, while i gently chewed on him thorugh the latex...all with no taste of him, no sense of having touched him or been toouched...whcih of course, I had not actually been. The sense of pleasurs coupled with sensory deprivation, followed by the taste of toaast and jam was incredibly bizarre.
Then, of course, after a bit of tea, there was the taste of rubber again, filling my mouth, rippling across my palate, sliding into my throat. So nice and smooth after the coarseness of food. I almost wished he had fed me through the tube instead.
I slid my red burqa on and we went out for our drive. I shall write more of that in a bit, but just now i am being called and must go see to him. He's still in bed this morning and probably wants some attenttion...which I am properly hooded to give him.
regards
Lady
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Thoughts on Dressing
It has been lovely here this last week..sun shining and much less windy. We went out walking today along some footpaths near our house, overlookign the ocean and enjoying the sunshine.
I was thinking about some of the comments DARK made to a recent post when Muslim Lady talked about her perusal of my early blogs. He gets very incensed about what he percieves as a fraud I perpetrate because I dress in a rubber burqa but am not Muslim. Now this whole issue of whether how I dress insults someone's religion is something I want to address a bit.
First, while SIR did tell a TSA agent ONCE that I was muslim and could not unveil in public, he no longer does so. He simply tells them that I cannot unveil in public without any reference to a religion. So, for the record, neither Sir nor I ever actively state that either of us are associated with any religion.
Now, the response to this is typically that I am allowing people to assume that i am a muslim even so because I wear a burqa. However, DARK made the comment that,
"I know some women who wear leather hoods, full face, and when asked give a "medical" excuse and even carry a letter from a doctor stating that they can't have their skin exposed for some medical reason. This is still a fraud in a sense, but I don't find it as offensive and "disrespectful" of a religion."
He was talking about how I COULD wear full ace masks in public if I just explained it when someone asked such as a policeman.
Now, I must ask, which is the greater 'fraud' or 'wrong'? To wear a garment I like and which I think is beautiful which is MOST commonly worn by memebrs of a particular religion or to carry a bogus 'excuse' written by a doctor to support a lie I would tell police that I had a skin condition which required me to wear a hood?
I contend that the second, active, fraud is more of a wrong than the first, passive one. And there are some other considerations.
Many of my Muslim contacts tell me that even if I have not said my Shahadah, dressing and acting as a muslim makes me one. Now I disagree...I do not believe you can become a member of a religion without actually believing in it. But the compliment to me is very kind of these women and men.
I also cannot recall any of my Muslim contacts telling me that I am insulting their religion by wearing a burqa; indeed most of the people who comment on it at all like the fact that I decide to veil completely, act and dress modestly, and submit to my husband. in fact, only people of other or no faith seem to be concerned about whether I am dressing appropriately or not.
Now, there is the question of what I am wearing. Is it even a burqa? And, of course, is it religious?
I COULD make the arguement that it is not even a burqa. It is, rather, a new garment that Sir has created which only slightly resembles a burqa. for example:
A burqa is not made of rubber, it is made silk or polyester
A burqa has a cap made of a cylinder of cloth with a disc of cloth on the top. My garment has a dome shaped top and no separate cap
A burqa does not have arm slits as my garment does
A burqa is not fully closed all around...typically it is open in front, has a long veil and often must be held shut by the wearer
A burqa has embroidered details around the cap and usually around the eye mesh. My garment is completely smooth.
So, I COULD argue that my garment is not a burqa and anyone who mistakes it for such is making the same mistake that one who mistakes a maid's uniform for a nurse's uniform has made or who mistakes a british nurse's uniform for a nun's habit (british hospital 'sisters' wore veils too but were not nuns)
However, I call it a burqa and I think of it as a burqa and I believe it is a burqa. But the 'no it's not' arguement could be made.
Finally, with respect to whether a non muslim woman should wear a burqa, it was an absolute requirement in Afghanistan under the Taliban that, for religious reasons, any woman should wear one. And, in some other muslim countries, non-muslim women must veil to the degree that other muslim women are required to do so. So wearing it can be interpreted as a sign of respect, not of disrespect. And finally, why should such concerns be limited only to the burqa...what if i wore a rubber shalwar khameez, or a rubber abaya...would that be 'better' or 'worse'
The whole arguement seems silly. What one wears neither defines one nor ones religion. How one acts does so.
Well, those are my red rubber burqa'd thoughts on the matter :-) i hope all my readers enjoy them. And just for the fun of it, here is another photo Sir said i could publish. I truly enjoy lazing around in these garments with their incredible sensuousness and lovely shine.
I was thinking about some of the comments DARK made to a recent post when Muslim Lady talked about her perusal of my early blogs. He gets very incensed about what he percieves as a fraud I perpetrate because I dress in a rubber burqa but am not Muslim. Now this whole issue of whether how I dress insults someone's religion is something I want to address a bit.
First, while SIR did tell a TSA agent ONCE that I was muslim and could not unveil in public, he no longer does so. He simply tells them that I cannot unveil in public without any reference to a religion. So, for the record, neither Sir nor I ever actively state that either of us are associated with any religion.
Now, the response to this is typically that I am allowing people to assume that i am a muslim even so because I wear a burqa. However, DARK made the comment that,
"I know some women who wear leather hoods, full face, and when asked give a "medical" excuse and even carry a letter from a doctor stating that they can't have their skin exposed for some medical reason. This is still a fraud in a sense, but I don't find it as offensive and "disrespectful" of a religion."
He was talking about how I COULD wear full ace masks in public if I just explained it when someone asked such as a policeman.
Now, I must ask, which is the greater 'fraud' or 'wrong'? To wear a garment I like and which I think is beautiful which is MOST commonly worn by memebrs of a particular religion or to carry a bogus 'excuse' written by a doctor to support a lie I would tell police that I had a skin condition which required me to wear a hood?
I contend that the second, active, fraud is more of a wrong than the first, passive one. And there are some other considerations.
Many of my Muslim contacts tell me that even if I have not said my Shahadah, dressing and acting as a muslim makes me one. Now I disagree...I do not believe you can become a member of a religion without actually believing in it. But the compliment to me is very kind of these women and men.
I also cannot recall any of my Muslim contacts telling me that I am insulting their religion by wearing a burqa; indeed most of the people who comment on it at all like the fact that I decide to veil completely, act and dress modestly, and submit to my husband. in fact, only people of other or no faith seem to be concerned about whether I am dressing appropriately or not.
Now, there is the question of what I am wearing. Is it even a burqa? And, of course, is it religious?
I COULD make the arguement that it is not even a burqa. It is, rather, a new garment that Sir has created which only slightly resembles a burqa. for example:
A burqa is not made of rubber, it is made silk or polyester
A burqa has a cap made of a cylinder of cloth with a disc of cloth on the top. My garment has a dome shaped top and no separate cap
A burqa does not have arm slits as my garment does
A burqa is not fully closed all around...typically it is open in front, has a long veil and often must be held shut by the wearer
A burqa has embroidered details around the cap and usually around the eye mesh. My garment is completely smooth.
So, I COULD argue that my garment is not a burqa and anyone who mistakes it for such is making the same mistake that one who mistakes a maid's uniform for a nurse's uniform has made or who mistakes a british nurse's uniform for a nun's habit (british hospital 'sisters' wore veils too but were not nuns)
However, I call it a burqa and I think of it as a burqa and I believe it is a burqa. But the 'no it's not' arguement could be made.
Finally, with respect to whether a non muslim woman should wear a burqa, it was an absolute requirement in Afghanistan under the Taliban that, for religious reasons, any woman should wear one. And, in some other muslim countries, non-muslim women must veil to the degree that other muslim women are required to do so. So wearing it can be interpreted as a sign of respect, not of disrespect. And finally, why should such concerns be limited only to the burqa...what if i wore a rubber shalwar khameez, or a rubber abaya...would that be 'better' or 'worse'
The whole arguement seems silly. What one wears neither defines one nor ones religion. How one acts does so.
Well, those are my red rubber burqa'd thoughts on the matter :-) i hope all my readers enjoy them. And just for the fun of it, here is another photo Sir said i could publish. I truly enjoy lazing around in these garments with their incredible sensuousness and lovely shine.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
A Day Trip Out
Sir took me down to Cork this week for a day of siteseeing while he was in business meetings. It is a lovely city, much larger than Galway, and the weather was reasonable for achange.
We drove down rather than fly. Stayed in a hotel overnight.
We walked out for dinner that evening and saw a bit of the city centre. It is quite nice and fairly large and has many shops, bars, and restaurants. We had a nice dinner in a restaurant near city centre. I had fish (Sir ordered) which I cut into small chunks and then ate beneath my red burqa. The waitress was visibly cakenaback by a red burqa'd woman sitting at the table, but did not say anything. Sir and I both find it beautiful to see me cut up my dinner with red rubber gloved hands, protruding through the arm slits in the red burqa, then to take a small plate under the burqa to eat in silence with him. The picture below with me sitting with my hand on the couch arm is my favorite from that group. I lov ethe look of my gloved hands and arms disappearing into the burqa.
Then the next morning, after breakfast, I went out looking around. I was wearing my white burqa with the silencing hood built in over a long black latex dress with full skirt. Rubber gloves, boots and corset, of course.
I sat with Sir during breakfast but did not eat or drink anything. had a cup of coffee earlier in the room, but Sir wanted me to join him for breakfast even though I could only sit silently across from him.
I walked out after he had left to his meeting. At the desk,as I was looking at the city map of attractions, museums, and churches to see, the receptionist, a very pretty red-headed Irish girl of about 22 asked me if I always had to wear a burqa. I could not speak, but I nodded to her and she asked if I liked it. I nodded again and then wrote her a note saying that I could notspeak to strangers, but that I DID like wearing my burqa because I believed I was supposed to. With that I left to go see the sites of Cork.
I went to the St. FinnBarres cathedral, an anglican cathedral. It is quite beautiful with many gargoyles. There was a small group of othertourists, and they certainly looked at me oddly, but they did not pay much attention to me.
Then I went off to the Cork Butter Museum but they were closed. Finally, I wandered back into city centre and went through the English Market which wouldhavebeen more interesting if I had been buying food. It was, nonetheless, intriguing.
I was not hassled or hindered in any way. Everyone I met was quite polite even though I was silent and enclosed. Viewingtheworld throughtwo layers of perforatedrubber is a bit difficult, but very peaceful as well. it started to rain while I was out and the patter of raindrops on the rubber was most loud, blocking many of the other noises. Of course my hearing is reduced anyway under the multiple layers of latex...three in this case with black dress hood, white burqa hood and white burqa.
I met Sir for a late lunch after that, me sitting silently as he ate a sandwich and drank a cup of coffee. He would feed me later, on our way back to Galway.
Then we headed back up to Galway and home. It was a very interesting day and I had quite a lot of fun, particularly the rain coming down on me as i walked the streets of Cork.
regards
Lady
We drove down rather than fly. Stayed in a hotel overnight.
We walked out for dinner that evening and saw a bit of the city centre. It is quite nice and fairly large and has many shops, bars, and restaurants. We had a nice dinner in a restaurant near city centre. I had fish (Sir ordered) which I cut into small chunks and then ate beneath my red burqa. The waitress was visibly cakenaback by a red burqa'd woman sitting at the table, but did not say anything. Sir and I both find it beautiful to see me cut up my dinner with red rubber gloved hands, protruding through the arm slits in the red burqa, then to take a small plate under the burqa to eat in silence with him. The picture below with me sitting with my hand on the couch arm is my favorite from that group. I lov ethe look of my gloved hands and arms disappearing into the burqa.
Then the next morning, after breakfast, I went out looking around. I was wearing my white burqa with the silencing hood built in over a long black latex dress with full skirt. Rubber gloves, boots and corset, of course.
I sat with Sir during breakfast but did not eat or drink anything. had a cup of coffee earlier in the room, but Sir wanted me to join him for breakfast even though I could only sit silently across from him.
I walked out after he had left to his meeting. At the desk,as I was looking at the city map of attractions, museums, and churches to see, the receptionist, a very pretty red-headed Irish girl of about 22 asked me if I always had to wear a burqa. I could not speak, but I nodded to her and she asked if I liked it. I nodded again and then wrote her a note saying that I could notspeak to strangers, but that I DID like wearing my burqa because I believed I was supposed to. With that I left to go see the sites of Cork.
I went to the St. FinnBarres cathedral, an anglican cathedral. It is quite beautiful with many gargoyles. There was a small group of othertourists, and they certainly looked at me oddly, but they did not pay much attention to me.
Then I went off to the Cork Butter Museum but they were closed. Finally, I wandered back into city centre and went through the English Market which wouldhavebeen more interesting if I had been buying food. It was, nonetheless, intriguing.
I was not hassled or hindered in any way. Everyone I met was quite polite even though I was silent and enclosed. Viewingtheworld throughtwo layers of perforatedrubber is a bit difficult, but very peaceful as well. it started to rain while I was out and the patter of raindrops on the rubber was most loud, blocking many of the other noises. Of course my hearing is reduced anyway under the multiple layers of latex...three in this case with black dress hood, white burqa hood and white burqa.
I met Sir for a late lunch after that, me sitting silently as he ate a sandwich and drank a cup of coffee. He would feed me later, on our way back to Galway.
Then we headed back up to Galway and home. It was a very interesting day and I had quite a lot of fun, particularly the rain coming down on me as i walked the streets of Cork.
regards
Lady
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
New Photos
Sir has allowed me to post some new pictures. They are in my yahoo profile and my MySpace profile. here are a few as well
regards
Lady
Thursday, January 04, 2007
A Most Enjoyable Holiday
Well, the holiday season is almost over and I thought I should report on our adventures.
Sir has taken most of the last two weeks off and we've had our son and his g/f in from Los Angeles for a week for Christmas. It has been much fun.
We spent most of the time in the house, just relaxing. The weather was NOT conducive to outdoor travel or siteseeing, although we did take our son and g/f to Dublin for a day and then later to Limerick.
The Dublin museums were nice, particularly the Eileen Gray architecture and furniture exhibits. Limerick was a surprise. I had no idea it was so large and thriving. Quite a nice city.
Christmas was lovely with Sir giving me some new hoods (one inflatable) and a new dress. Yes, yes, I will post photos sometime soon. I gave him a lovely white TE catsuit. Our son gave me a nice pair of gloves and a new pair of rubber boots. We gave him a new pair of rubber trousers and a very cute little rubber anime outfit. I think I have mentioned before that she likes to do cosplay as anime characters. We all had a load of fun wandering Dublin in latex outfits one evening.
The weather was so intense one evening when we were back that Sir demonstrated the scene we played out a few weeks ago. I was once again lashed to the pole on our bedroom balcony and made to endure 4-60 mph winds while sealed and bound in multiple layers of latex. It was incredibly exciting, particularly knowing that our son and his g/f were watching. They went out into the yard in very heavy rubber suits and coats and watched sa I was turned into a figurehead again. My own reaction to Sir's gentle wrapping, securing, encasing and zipping of me into four layers of latex. Then, the sensations associated with the wind ripping at me as I was faced into it, bound to the pole and feeling the ping of stinging rain on my impermeable second skins. No pain, of course, only the knowledge that I was being reduced more and more to an object.
After we put them back on a plane for the US, we had another week to spend. We have not done much this week, but we have had several excursions into the countryside around our home. And then recently, I have been conversing with many women in the veiling groups about the pros and cons of veiling in public in different countries. It seems here in Ireland it is easy and accepted well. Unfortunatley, it is less so in other countries in Europe right now.
So our Christmas in Ireland has been most enjoyable (if a bit wetter than we might have wished for). I am having quite a number of lovely enclosed experiences, some in private and some in public. We are lookign at another trip back to the us soon too so that will be fun although it always has its challenges for someone travelling as I do.
regards
Lady
Sir has taken most of the last two weeks off and we've had our son and his g/f in from Los Angeles for a week for Christmas. It has been much fun.
We spent most of the time in the house, just relaxing. The weather was NOT conducive to outdoor travel or siteseeing, although we did take our son and g/f to Dublin for a day and then later to Limerick.
The Dublin museums were nice, particularly the Eileen Gray architecture and furniture exhibits. Limerick was a surprise. I had no idea it was so large and thriving. Quite a nice city.
Christmas was lovely with Sir giving me some new hoods (one inflatable) and a new dress. Yes, yes, I will post photos sometime soon. I gave him a lovely white TE catsuit. Our son gave me a nice pair of gloves and a new pair of rubber boots. We gave him a new pair of rubber trousers and a very cute little rubber anime outfit. I think I have mentioned before that she likes to do cosplay as anime characters. We all had a load of fun wandering Dublin in latex outfits one evening.
The weather was so intense one evening when we were back that Sir demonstrated the scene we played out a few weeks ago. I was once again lashed to the pole on our bedroom balcony and made to endure 4-60 mph winds while sealed and bound in multiple layers of latex. It was incredibly exciting, particularly knowing that our son and his g/f were watching. They went out into the yard in very heavy rubber suits and coats and watched sa I was turned into a figurehead again. My own reaction to Sir's gentle wrapping, securing, encasing and zipping of me into four layers of latex. Then, the sensations associated with the wind ripping at me as I was faced into it, bound to the pole and feeling the ping of stinging rain on my impermeable second skins. No pain, of course, only the knowledge that I was being reduced more and more to an object.
After we put them back on a plane for the US, we had another week to spend. We have not done much this week, but we have had several excursions into the countryside around our home. And then recently, I have been conversing with many women in the veiling groups about the pros and cons of veiling in public in different countries. It seems here in Ireland it is easy and accepted well. Unfortunatley, it is less so in other countries in Europe right now.
So our Christmas in Ireland has been most enjoyable (if a bit wetter than we might have wished for). I am having quite a number of lovely enclosed experiences, some in private and some in public. We are lookign at another trip back to the us soon too so that will be fun although it always has its challenges for someone travelling as I do.
regards
Lady
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Dublin Shopping
We went to Dublin last weekend for some shopping. Wonderful time we had.
Sir had me in my red burqa on the train. red dress underneath with builtin hood and gloves. I wore a transparent skinsuit under that so I was in three layers for all the time on the train. Comfortably warm, but not too bad. This dress has a very slim skirt making walking a bit of a challenge, but mostly I just had to sit quietly.
I was gagged, of course, with an inflatable that strapped on under the dress' hood. the inflation bulb wentthrough the small mouthhole in the hood and dangled between my breasts for the trip, under the burqa. A waist belt with arm restraints completed my restriction so that my hands could not emerge from beneath the burqa.
Once more I was impressed by how much freedom the burqa provides. here i could be a bound and gagged rubber slave, multiple encased and enclosed in layers of soft tight latex, hobbled and controlled but fully in public while all my bondage was invisible. the high was enormous.
The feel of each layer going on as he dressed me was sumptious. The skin suit cleaving to my body, the pull of its hood over my face and feelig him sip and lock the body and the hood together...all while staring at my newly rubbered image in a mirror.
Then the red corset, collar and boots all folding and tying me tighter. The boots have a four inch heel, not too high, and are soft red rubber with pointed toe and stilleto heels. They zip up the back and present a smooth red rubber front and side to the viewer.
The inflatable gag went on next, black, not red, covering the lower portion of my glossily rubbered face and silencing me for what I kknew would be hours. He inflated it gently, but fully so my cheeks were slightly distended.
Finally the dress with its built in hood and gloves, covering what was already a fully enclosed rubber object for his pleasure. The dress' hood zips down from the crown and meets the back zip rising from the waist. the skirt is stretch only...no zip and quite restrictive. It hobbles me below the knees, stoppping mid claf...very tough to climb stairs in it. the hood has perforated eyes, two small breathing holes, and a small hole at the mouth which I can talk through unless, as this day, I am gagged.
Once dressed, I could see fairly well, could navigate and walk with care. the hobble skirt on this dress is not too restrictive, but definitely caused me to stretch the latex with every step as it pulled back and held my legs tightly together in tehir rubber covered encasement. The waist belt is black, thick latex with adjustable cuffs rivetted on at the sides. These can accomodate either my upper or lower arms or my wrists. For this trip he chose the most restrictive, wrist cuffing. The black rubber bands encircled and buckled, I was unable to move my arms or hands with any effectiveness at all. The only comfortable position when seated is arms bent at right angles at the elbow and the hands loosely folded across my waist.
When we were ready to leave for the train, Sir put my red burqa on my head and settled it so I could see. We walked out and caught a cab to the station surprising the driver, but not too much.
The train ride was uneventful, a nice first class coach, no breakfast service. Sir was dressed in rubber slacks and shirt and blazer, looking very nice. I longed to touch his arm or chest and to lean on his shoulder and smell the wonderful aroma of his rubber, but I was unable to indulge such desires. i sat in a window seat, in my restrictive bondage, and stared straight ahead at the woman who sat across the table from me. She watched my veil for a while, looking for signs of life, I guess, then looked away and read a newspaper the rest of the trip.
Sir left me for a few minutes to get a coffee, causing me some nervousness as usual when i am tightly bound and left alone, but no one approached or said anything to me.
When we arrived a few hours later we took a cab to our hotel where we were greeted by the manager while Sir was checking into our room. we were only staying for a night, so we did not have a suite, but the room was large with two full size beds so I could be put to bed separately from Sir if he chose.
I was allowed to have my arms unbound and my gag removed (a significant operation invovling the removal of two hoods) and then was re-hooded so that, while i could just manage to speak, a straw was the extent of my alimentary abilities. I was, re-burqa'd and we went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for lunch. My arms were freed from their restraint so I could feed myself.
Sir had a nice fish and chips lunch while i took a glass of milk under my burqa and sipped it through a straw. I was tempted to see if I could force a thin french fry through the 1/4" hole in my hood but decided not to make the attempt. I am very well accustomed to only one meal a day...I would not miss lunch.
After lunch we went back upstairs where I was re-gagged and my arms were restrained, this time at the forearm so i had some slight freedom with my gloved hands. This would allow my red rubber hands to extend through the arm slits in my burqa so i could grasp items while shopping. then we went back downstairs to begin our shopping excursion. Sir had arranged a limo and driver for the day so we did not have to worry with taxis. I must say that London cabs are MUCH MUCH easier to get into when veiled in a flowing burqa than Irish cabs. I feel sympathy for muslimahs dedicated to full veiling here in Ireland if they have to use taxis. We went to Henry Street and walked up and down shopping.
I have more to tell of our shopping excursion, our visit to Dundrum Town Centre, and Sunday in Dublin, but must close now. i shall post more later.
Regards
Lady
Sir had me in my red burqa on the train. red dress underneath with builtin hood and gloves. I wore a transparent skinsuit under that so I was in three layers for all the time on the train. Comfortably warm, but not too bad. This dress has a very slim skirt making walking a bit of a challenge, but mostly I just had to sit quietly.
I was gagged, of course, with an inflatable that strapped on under the dress' hood. the inflation bulb wentthrough the small mouthhole in the hood and dangled between my breasts for the trip, under the burqa. A waist belt with arm restraints completed my restriction so that my hands could not emerge from beneath the burqa.
Once more I was impressed by how much freedom the burqa provides. here i could be a bound and gagged rubber slave, multiple encased and enclosed in layers of soft tight latex, hobbled and controlled but fully in public while all my bondage was invisible. the high was enormous.
The feel of each layer going on as he dressed me was sumptious. The skin suit cleaving to my body, the pull of its hood over my face and feelig him sip and lock the body and the hood together...all while staring at my newly rubbered image in a mirror.
Then the red corset, collar and boots all folding and tying me tighter. The boots have a four inch heel, not too high, and are soft red rubber with pointed toe and stilleto heels. They zip up the back and present a smooth red rubber front and side to the viewer.
The inflatable gag went on next, black, not red, covering the lower portion of my glossily rubbered face and silencing me for what I kknew would be hours. He inflated it gently, but fully so my cheeks were slightly distended.
Finally the dress with its built in hood and gloves, covering what was already a fully enclosed rubber object for his pleasure. The dress' hood zips down from the crown and meets the back zip rising from the waist. the skirt is stretch only...no zip and quite restrictive. It hobbles me below the knees, stoppping mid claf...very tough to climb stairs in it. the hood has perforated eyes, two small breathing holes, and a small hole at the mouth which I can talk through unless, as this day, I am gagged.
Once dressed, I could see fairly well, could navigate and walk with care. the hobble skirt on this dress is not too restrictive, but definitely caused me to stretch the latex with every step as it pulled back and held my legs tightly together in tehir rubber covered encasement. The waist belt is black, thick latex with adjustable cuffs rivetted on at the sides. These can accomodate either my upper or lower arms or my wrists. For this trip he chose the most restrictive, wrist cuffing. The black rubber bands encircled and buckled, I was unable to move my arms or hands with any effectiveness at all. The only comfortable position when seated is arms bent at right angles at the elbow and the hands loosely folded across my waist.
When we were ready to leave for the train, Sir put my red burqa on my head and settled it so I could see. We walked out and caught a cab to the station surprising the driver, but not too much.
The train ride was uneventful, a nice first class coach, no breakfast service. Sir was dressed in rubber slacks and shirt and blazer, looking very nice. I longed to touch his arm or chest and to lean on his shoulder and smell the wonderful aroma of his rubber, but I was unable to indulge such desires. i sat in a window seat, in my restrictive bondage, and stared straight ahead at the woman who sat across the table from me. She watched my veil for a while, looking for signs of life, I guess, then looked away and read a newspaper the rest of the trip.
Sir left me for a few minutes to get a coffee, causing me some nervousness as usual when i am tightly bound and left alone, but no one approached or said anything to me.
When we arrived a few hours later we took a cab to our hotel where we were greeted by the manager while Sir was checking into our room. we were only staying for a night, so we did not have a suite, but the room was large with two full size beds so I could be put to bed separately from Sir if he chose.
I was allowed to have my arms unbound and my gag removed (a significant operation invovling the removal of two hoods) and then was re-hooded so that, while i could just manage to speak, a straw was the extent of my alimentary abilities. I was, re-burqa'd and we went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for lunch. My arms were freed from their restraint so I could feed myself.
Sir had a nice fish and chips lunch while i took a glass of milk under my burqa and sipped it through a straw. I was tempted to see if I could force a thin french fry through the 1/4" hole in my hood but decided not to make the attempt. I am very well accustomed to only one meal a day...I would not miss lunch.
After lunch we went back upstairs where I was re-gagged and my arms were restrained, this time at the forearm so i had some slight freedom with my gloved hands. This would allow my red rubber hands to extend through the arm slits in my burqa so i could grasp items while shopping. then we went back downstairs to begin our shopping excursion. Sir had arranged a limo and driver for the day so we did not have to worry with taxis. I must say that London cabs are MUCH MUCH easier to get into when veiled in a flowing burqa than Irish cabs. I feel sympathy for muslimahs dedicated to full veiling here in Ireland if they have to use taxis. We went to Henry Street and walked up and down shopping.
I have more to tell of our shopping excursion, our visit to Dundrum Town Centre, and Sunday in Dublin, but must close now. i shall post more later.
Regards
Lady
Monday, December 04, 2006
What a Storm
The last few days here in Ireland have been incredibly stormy. Here where we live, gale force winds have pounded the island for hours and hours on end.
Saturday was rainy and windy, but tolerable as we went about some Christmas Shopping, but Sunday was incredible. from about 10pm Saturday until midnight Sunday the wind was near 60 mph at all times. There was no possibility of going out except for a few short moments when Sir led me out, bound and sealed in four layers of rubber onto our balcony and posed me, like some ship's figurehead, facing into the wind.
Fortunately, I was sealed in two helmets, two catsuits, corset, gloves, boots and a tight ankle length hobble dress. When he first took me out and bound me to a pole on the balcony I was able to see, but shortly after that he covered me with a third hood with no eyes or mouth and I was blind for the next period of bondage. He left me like that for a time, the cold seeping into my rubbered body as the wind buffetted me with a tremendous force...very scary, but exhilarating and exciting too.
Then I felt him drape my burqa over my head, pull the hood so very tight insuring the gag already filling my mouth went deeper into my throat. Finally, the posture collar held my face at an angle directly into the wind and the burqa fell over my face and breasts and began its wild fluttering.
All of this was, I must admit, sufficient to arouse me to climax after 15 or 20 minutes. At first I was cold and unhappy, then I began to feel warmer and warmer and realize the loose burqa was creating an airspace around me. Sir was using a patio heater as well to help offset the cold although the actual temperature was only down to fifty.
I could not see, speak, or hear anything except the roar of wind and rain pelting the rubber engulfing me. Breathing was not a problem as my tubes led away to an air bottle which provided calm air, but no sound could penetrate my rubber except that of the elements.
It felt as though I had taken flight and was tethered to a mast, a giant rubber kite tossed by the wind. It was about this time I experienced my first explosion of sexual pleasure from this new ordeal.
Sir let me remain for about 30 mnutes of such torture before bringing me inside. He left me sealed for another long time like that and even took me out again after having first encased me for a time in our vac bed, fully sealed as I was.
There was something chaotic and primal about his play yesterday, leaving me with no doubt as to my status as object for his enjoyment and experimentation. I do not believe he spoke to me for over ten hours as he manipulated me and controlled me and sacrificed me to the elements of nature and of his passion over and over again.
What a wonderful weekend
Lady
Saturday was rainy and windy, but tolerable as we went about some Christmas Shopping, but Sunday was incredible. from about 10pm Saturday until midnight Sunday the wind was near 60 mph at all times. There was no possibility of going out except for a few short moments when Sir led me out, bound and sealed in four layers of rubber onto our balcony and posed me, like some ship's figurehead, facing into the wind.
Fortunately, I was sealed in two helmets, two catsuits, corset, gloves, boots and a tight ankle length hobble dress. When he first took me out and bound me to a pole on the balcony I was able to see, but shortly after that he covered me with a third hood with no eyes or mouth and I was blind for the next period of bondage. He left me like that for a time, the cold seeping into my rubbered body as the wind buffetted me with a tremendous force...very scary, but exhilarating and exciting too.
Then I felt him drape my burqa over my head, pull the hood so very tight insuring the gag already filling my mouth went deeper into my throat. Finally, the posture collar held my face at an angle directly into the wind and the burqa fell over my face and breasts and began its wild fluttering.
All of this was, I must admit, sufficient to arouse me to climax after 15 or 20 minutes. At first I was cold and unhappy, then I began to feel warmer and warmer and realize the loose burqa was creating an airspace around me. Sir was using a patio heater as well to help offset the cold although the actual temperature was only down to fifty.
I could not see, speak, or hear anything except the roar of wind and rain pelting the rubber engulfing me. Breathing was not a problem as my tubes led away to an air bottle which provided calm air, but no sound could penetrate my rubber except that of the elements.
It felt as though I had taken flight and was tethered to a mast, a giant rubber kite tossed by the wind. It was about this time I experienced my first explosion of sexual pleasure from this new ordeal.
Sir let me remain for about 30 mnutes of such torture before bringing me inside. He left me sealed for another long time like that and even took me out again after having first encased me for a time in our vac bed, fully sealed as I was.
There was something chaotic and primal about his play yesterday, leaving me with no doubt as to my status as object for his enjoyment and experimentation. I do not believe he spoke to me for over ten hours as he manipulated me and controlled me and sacrificed me to the elements of nature and of his passion over and over again.
What a wonderful weekend
Lady
Saturday, November 18, 2006
November is a cold month
The temperature has finally dropped here. We've had frezzing rain, hail, sleet and wind...LOTS of wind.
thsi has meant, of course, that I can wear several layers of latex when I get dressed now. I have returned to my full body enclosure suits in transparent latex, covered by rubber undergarments such as my corset and stockings, second hood and gloves. Then a long full dress with long sleeves and finally, if going out, a burqa in black red or white.
In other words, it is wonderful to have the temeratures so low and the weather so wonderfully foul :)
Sir has been very attentive lately, pulling my corsets excedingly tight, pulling my gloves on up to my shoulders and particularly inserting gags and pulling hoods over my head and face most gently and tenderly.
It is such an arousing sensation to have him slowly wrap me in a stiff corset that extends from neck to knees, lacing it and pulling it tighter an tighter while whispering in my ear that I CAN endure its fullest embrace. Then to pull a soft full face hood over me, with nose tubes wrapping around to the rear and no mouth hole so the perviously inserted inflatable gag has no place to go. These are such incredible sensations...and then to spend the day or an evening or even all night in such wonderful encasement and enclosure is almost more than I can bear.
We were in the US last week for aabout 10 days and visitied our friends in Atlanta. We were delightfully treated and I had the enjoyment of spending two full days in exceedingly tight rubber bondage and restraint while being a play toy for Annemarie and Kermit. All five if us spent the entire three day visit in total latex, never removing suits or or hoods and hteir maid an di were gagged the entire time as well. It was most difficult to endure and most satisfying to have done so...as if I had any real choice.
We WERE quite rank after 72 hours of enclosure with no chance to wash or air out, but had a lovely group bath later in their hot tub to rinse and wash all the accumulated sweat and sludge off.
Then i went back into full enclosure to fly on to DFW for a few days...but I was able to wear street clothes under my burqa while there.
We are off to London for a few days next month to shop then our son will visit us here for Christmas. we are looking forward to seeing he and his girlfriend again.
Well that is all for now. I look forward to your comments as usual, and I am glad to have received so many compliments on the new template.
regards
Lady
thsi has meant, of course, that I can wear several layers of latex when I get dressed now. I have returned to my full body enclosure suits in transparent latex, covered by rubber undergarments such as my corset and stockings, second hood and gloves. Then a long full dress with long sleeves and finally, if going out, a burqa in black red or white.
In other words, it is wonderful to have the temeratures so low and the weather so wonderfully foul :)
Sir has been very attentive lately, pulling my corsets excedingly tight, pulling my gloves on up to my shoulders and particularly inserting gags and pulling hoods over my head and face most gently and tenderly.
It is such an arousing sensation to have him slowly wrap me in a stiff corset that extends from neck to knees, lacing it and pulling it tighter an tighter while whispering in my ear that I CAN endure its fullest embrace. Then to pull a soft full face hood over me, with nose tubes wrapping around to the rear and no mouth hole so the perviously inserted inflatable gag has no place to go. These are such incredible sensations...and then to spend the day or an evening or even all night in such wonderful encasement and enclosure is almost more than I can bear.
We were in the US last week for aabout 10 days and visitied our friends in Atlanta. We were delightfully treated and I had the enjoyment of spending two full days in exceedingly tight rubber bondage and restraint while being a play toy for Annemarie and Kermit. All five if us spent the entire three day visit in total latex, never removing suits or or hoods and hteir maid an di were gagged the entire time as well. It was most difficult to endure and most satisfying to have done so...as if I had any real choice.
We WERE quite rank after 72 hours of enclosure with no chance to wash or air out, but had a lovely group bath later in their hot tub to rinse and wash all the accumulated sweat and sludge off.
Then i went back into full enclosure to fly on to DFW for a few days...but I was able to wear street clothes under my burqa while there.
We are off to London for a few days next month to shop then our son will visit us here for Christmas. we are looking forward to seeing he and his girlfriend again.
Well that is all for now. I look forward to your comments as usual, and I am glad to have received so many compliments on the new template.
regards
Lady
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Back in the USA
Well, here we are, back in the USA for a week or so. Sir has business to attend to and brought me along again for the fun of it. We are in Orlando just now, then a short trip to Atlanta and finally a few days in Dallas to take care of some business around our house there.
It will be good to see the house again. I do miss it, even though we have a lovely one in Ireland now as well.
The weather here in Orlando is gorgeous, about 65 degrees and a light breeze under blue skies. I always love this part of the world during November.
I am not sure what we'll be doing...perhaps some Disney wandering, perhaps some dining in downtown Disney or downtown Orlando. We shall see.
In Atlanta we plan on meeting our friends Kermit and Annemarie whom we have not seen simce we left the Bay Area. They have relocated to Atlanta after their home in New Orleans was destroyed by Katrina. They still spend most of their time in Vienna but have just finished building a new home in Atlanta, which we shall see for the first time. Annemarie tells me it has a "wonderfully kinky" playroom (her description) which I am looking forward to.
Have no fear, dear readers, I shall describe it, and my experiences in it, in great detail in the days to come.
I suppose that is all for now. I believe we are aboout to venture out to lunch in a little bit, so I shall write again soon.
Regards
Lady
It will be good to see the house again. I do miss it, even though we have a lovely one in Ireland now as well.
The weather here in Orlando is gorgeous, about 65 degrees and a light breeze under blue skies. I always love this part of the world during November.
I am not sure what we'll be doing...perhaps some Disney wandering, perhaps some dining in downtown Disney or downtown Orlando. We shall see.
In Atlanta we plan on meeting our friends Kermit and Annemarie whom we have not seen simce we left the Bay Area. They have relocated to Atlanta after their home in New Orleans was destroyed by Katrina. They still spend most of their time in Vienna but have just finished building a new home in Atlanta, which we shall see for the first time. Annemarie tells me it has a "wonderfully kinky" playroom (her description) which I am looking forward to.
Have no fear, dear readers, I shall describe it, and my experiences in it, in great detail in the days to come.
I suppose that is all for now. I believe we are aboout to venture out to lunch in a little bit, so I shall write again soon.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
A Nice Holiday Weekend
We had a very nice quiet weekend here. I had some time to chat with online friends and spend some time with Sir. we wnet up north for a day, exploring new parts of Ireland. The weather was not conducive to siteseeing exactly; it was windy and rainy and cold, but the scenery was beautiful and there is nothing better for such weather than multiple layers of latex.
I was actually quite comfortable in a whole body catsuit (one of my thin transparent ones), a corset,and stockings, then a dress, gloves, and boots all under a burqa. I was in the white burqa, silenced by the hood, for the entire day we were out and never felt the cold.
Some people have taken me to task saying that rubber does not insulate well, but let me say that when you are wearing three layers of all encompassing latex, and you have air space under them as i do under the burqa, then they become quite warm, particularly when you are walking around in them even in a windy, cold rain.
We wandered a bit seeing some old churches and a castle. (a side comment here: A badly decomposed body was just found hanging from a tree not 50 yards from the main road leading to a popular castle near us. It is a castle Sir and I visited just a couple of weeks ago. My skin crawls to think how close we passed to this poor person's body as we drove and walked about the castle grounds).
The buildings and towns up north were quite interesting. We had several people show a considerable amount of interest in a silent, white rubbered burqa'd woman. We saw several muslim women in one town (Ireland's muslim population has risen 500% in the last few years, I am told). They were quite interested in me as well, but did not approach. These were mostly women wearing hijab, but with a few niqabis in their number.
Yesterday we spent most of the day at home, with just a few hours out shopping. I was in my red burqa most of the day and then wore it again today. I still wear the black one from time to time, but do not find it as enjoyable as the red and white ones. I do not know when my blue one will be ready...I hope Sir has ordered it, but he won't tell me.
Today i spent the day at home, but went out later in the afternoon. Sir had flown to Dublin for the day and he wanted me to meet him at the airport when he returned this evening. Since I was on my own and needed to catch a cab, i did not wear a complete gag under my burqa, just a black open faced hood that has a lower half that covers my nose and mouth. It keeps me from talking, but I can pull it down when I have to speak and it still fits well.
I spent the afternoon in an internet cafe, sipping espresso and chatting with friends online, then cauht a cab to th eairport. There I met sir as he returned from Dublin and we went out to the parking lot where he had parked his car this morning.
let me tell you, a woman in a bright red burqa gets quite a lot of stares at the tiny little airport here. I also garnered a fair amount of attention from a pair of ladies in the cafe. They could not take their eyes off me and kept looking at me as I typed on the computer with my red gloved hands, emerging from the arm slits. The dress I wore was black, but I wore red elbow length gloves over the sleeves so they would match the burqa when I used my hands.
So that was the long weekend and today (Tuesday). Very restful and fun. I hope everyone else had as nice a weekend.
regards
Lady
I was actually quite comfortable in a whole body catsuit (one of my thin transparent ones), a corset,and stockings, then a dress, gloves, and boots all under a burqa. I was in the white burqa, silenced by the hood, for the entire day we were out and never felt the cold.
Some people have taken me to task saying that rubber does not insulate well, but let me say that when you are wearing three layers of all encompassing latex, and you have air space under them as i do under the burqa, then they become quite warm, particularly when you are walking around in them even in a windy, cold rain.
We wandered a bit seeing some old churches and a castle. (a side comment here: A badly decomposed body was just found hanging from a tree not 50 yards from the main road leading to a popular castle near us. It is a castle Sir and I visited just a couple of weeks ago. My skin crawls to think how close we passed to this poor person's body as we drove and walked about the castle grounds).
The buildings and towns up north were quite interesting. We had several people show a considerable amount of interest in a silent, white rubbered burqa'd woman. We saw several muslim women in one town (Ireland's muslim population has risen 500% in the last few years, I am told). They were quite interested in me as well, but did not approach. These were mostly women wearing hijab, but with a few niqabis in their number.
Yesterday we spent most of the day at home, with just a few hours out shopping. I was in my red burqa most of the day and then wore it again today. I still wear the black one from time to time, but do not find it as enjoyable as the red and white ones. I do not know when my blue one will be ready...I hope Sir has ordered it, but he won't tell me.
Today i spent the day at home, but went out later in the afternoon. Sir had flown to Dublin for the day and he wanted me to meet him at the airport when he returned this evening. Since I was on my own and needed to catch a cab, i did not wear a complete gag under my burqa, just a black open faced hood that has a lower half that covers my nose and mouth. It keeps me from talking, but I can pull it down when I have to speak and it still fits well.
I spent the afternoon in an internet cafe, sipping espresso and chatting with friends online, then cauht a cab to th eairport. There I met sir as he returned from Dublin and we went out to the parking lot where he had parked his car this morning.
let me tell you, a woman in a bright red burqa gets quite a lot of stares at the tiny little airport here. I also garnered a fair amount of attention from a pair of ladies in the cafe. They could not take their eyes off me and kept looking at me as I typed on the computer with my red gloved hands, emerging from the arm slits. The dress I wore was black, but I wore red elbow length gloves over the sleeves so they would match the burqa when I used my hands.
So that was the long weekend and today (Tuesday). Very restful and fun. I hope everyone else had as nice a weekend.
regards
Lady
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Impressions in Latex
The smooth folds of my dress engulf me and enfold me in a soft latex embrace. The black, full length dress floats around me as I twirl in front of my mirror.
Next, the gloves...I pull elbow length gloves up my arms and under the sleeves of my dress. \they are very tight and i stare at the black shiny hands as I flex my fingers.
After that, my boots...knee high with slender heels 4 inches tall. the rubber they are made from is shiny and slick, thicker than my dress rubber.
Lastly, my hood. I pull it on, its wide, open eyes and mouth fitting nicely over my face and lips. I reach back to zip it down, but suddenly I feel sir's hands pulling the edges of the hood together and zipping tightly into my soft black headgear.
Finally, we are ready to depart. This means I have to put the white burqa with its integrated hood on. First I turn the burqa inside out, revealing the hood. then i put it over my black hood and smooth it into place. The perforated eyes fall into place, the nose holes line up with the ones in the inner hood and the closed mouth area slips into place over my lips, covering them in tight white latex.
Sir drapes the bulk of the burqa over my face and begins to pull the edges of the zio together. He slowly slodes the zipper down from the crown of the hood to its base. The tightness of the hood over my mouth is astounding. It surprises me everytime i wear it. It will settle in just a little while and be most comfortable, but I am always amazed at how effective a gag just a thin piece of latex stretched over my mouth is.
I lift and drape the burqa over my head, positioning its perforated panel over my hood's eyes. I can see and I check that I can breathe comfrotably, then signal to Sir that I am ready.
As we walk out of the house, I catch site of myself in our hallway mirror. The soft white folds of my burqa swirl as I turn and the mesh over my face adds mystery to the look. I feel my gloved hands and the press of hoods aainst my face and know that i am safe and secure, submissive and obedient...and happy.
here are a couple of new pictures since everyone wanted to see the inside hood.
regards
Lady
Next, the gloves...I pull elbow length gloves up my arms and under the sleeves of my dress. \they are very tight and i stare at the black shiny hands as I flex my fingers.
After that, my boots...knee high with slender heels 4 inches tall. the rubber they are made from is shiny and slick, thicker than my dress rubber.
Lastly, my hood. I pull it on, its wide, open eyes and mouth fitting nicely over my face and lips. I reach back to zip it down, but suddenly I feel sir's hands pulling the edges of the hood together and zipping tightly into my soft black headgear.
Finally, we are ready to depart. This means I have to put the white burqa with its integrated hood on. First I turn the burqa inside out, revealing the hood. then i put it over my black hood and smooth it into place. The perforated eyes fall into place, the nose holes line up with the ones in the inner hood and the closed mouth area slips into place over my lips, covering them in tight white latex.
Sir drapes the bulk of the burqa over my face and begins to pull the edges of the zio together. He slowly slodes the zipper down from the crown of the hood to its base. The tightness of the hood over my mouth is astounding. It surprises me everytime i wear it. It will settle in just a little while and be most comfortable, but I am always amazed at how effective a gag just a thin piece of latex stretched over my mouth is.
I lift and drape the burqa over my head, positioning its perforated panel over my hood's eyes. I can see and I check that I can breathe comfrotably, then signal to Sir that I am ready.
As we walk out of the house, I catch site of myself in our hallway mirror. The soft white folds of my burqa swirl as I turn and the mesh over my face adds mystery to the look. I feel my gloved hands and the press of hoods aainst my face and know that i am safe and secure, submissive and obedient...and happy.
here are a couple of new pictures since everyone wanted to see the inside hood.
regards
Lady
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