Well, dear readers, my life has drastically changed.
Sir has been stricken with illness and paralysis. We are coming to terms with an emerging normal which will certainly not involve as much of our preferred lifestyle and material and dress.
Early this month Sir suddenly had a backache which evolved, over the course of a few hours, into paralysis below the waist. This is from a tumor pressing on his spine.
I have spent much of the following time thinking about things and what to do, how to cope, how to progress.
One thing I believe we will have to do is to see how much of what I do can become entrepreneurial, how can I contribute to the financial stability of our life. I have not had to do much of that, and I retired well, but this will impact Sir for monthsor years until he can adjust and I must think ahead and to some degree for him.
Any ideas from my reader base would be appreciated.
I love my lifestyle of submission. Being pro active about our latex - centric BDSM life is fun and fascinating. I have never thought of it in a financial sense...now I wonder if there is a serious market for rubber-centered erotic writing...I could do that.
I still want to bring the joy of rubber bdsm to my readers. I want to educate, inspire, explore, reassure, and encourage readers. I believe I may transform a lot of my writing time to this, to publishable books and stories.
Look for more, but not right away. I am busy working into a new normal.
regards
Lady
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Thursday, May 01, 2014
April Showers
It is the end of April and temperatures here in North Texas have dropped again for a few days. The past week or so has been quite warm and sunny, however. The tornadic weather front passed us by and we have had little rain in the past couple weeks.
All of which made our Easter visit with friends from out of the country quite pleasant. I have written before of Kermit and Annemarie who visit from time to time. They have been living in Austria for a while now but came over for Easter and invited us to their new house here in the US near Paris, Texas, about 2 hours by car Northeast of us. We left on Good Friday morning and returned Easer Monday night giving us a very long four day weekend to spend with our friends.
Paris is a pretty little city and their new home is outside the ring road, near a lake. They have purchased a farm house on several acres of land in what are known as the Piney Woods. They are quite isolated and the house is huge, even by Texas standards, with one of the few cellars in Texas.
The upper house is two story plus a bit of a tower/widow's walk attached to the master suite. There is actually a lift extending from the tower to the cellar with stops at the master suite, the ground floor, and the cellar. The original owner was elderly and had difficulty with stairs. Add to that the house is actually on a hill overlooking its own property with a view of the nearby lake as well from the upper floor and the tower balcony. It is placed on the highest point in the surrounding area (which, in Texas means that it is at an elevation of about 600 ft (183 m) above sea level. Our house near Dallas is at the same elevation).
There are nine bedrooms, five on the ground floor and four on the second, each with an en suite bath. The master suite actually has three separate rooms in it, a bedroom, a dressing room and a waiting room or parlor, plus its own en suite.
There are two dining rooms, two living rooms a large kitchen, walk-in pantry, stair to the cellar, and a smaller kitchen on the upper floor, and three powder baths for visitors. The place is an absolute palace of rooms.
The back garden includes a patio that runs the whole length of the house with a large rectangular swimming pool running alongside it. The rear, which faces North, not South, is lined with windows so people in the house can view the pool and swimmers easily. The house cradles the pool on two sides.
The widow's walk goes almost completely around the tower and offers stunning views of the garden and the whole property which is surrounded by old pine and oak trees. From the road the house cannot even be seen, but from the house one can see quite a ways.
Kermit and Annemarie are turning it into a fetishist's dream home. They only plan on occupying it in the Spring or Fall each year when the weather here is at its most comfortable. But they have started to think of it as a fetish B&B in the future. Since they only occupy two of the bedrooms and plan on using some of the living spaces as fetish dungeons (not to mention the cellar) the remaining 7 bedrooms could be rented out.
I say they occupy two of the bedrooms since they still have and travel with Laurel, their live in rubber maid. She was present too when we arrived although Sir and I did not see her for the first half hour of our visit. It was only when we were shown the cellar by K&A that we found Laurel. She was in a very tight, hobbling black and white maid's costume, more English than French with ankle length skirt, strict corset, long sleeved blouse with black gloves up to her elbows and a rigid neck corset and silencing hood. She was bound to a steel bondage cross in the cellar.
K&A have kept a part of the cellar, at the foot of the stairs from the kitchen, as a wine cellar with two floor to ceiling racks of wines from all over he world. But the rest of the cellar, which is essentially the same size as the ground floor, is being transformed into a dungeon specifically reflecting their dominant rubber-centric predilections for fetish play. Very modern and crisp with lots of steel, latex, black, white and red furniture, slick tables, medical gear, mirrors, bondage poles and slings. The cellar looks like a high tech nightclub of the damned. Absolutely beautiful. Kermit secured a few medical operating room lights which he used for detailed illumination. The rest of the space was lit by indirect lighting, very brightly in some places and less so in others.
The dungeon is divided into separate play areas based around themes. The medical fetish section, the isolation section, inflation and suspension section, etc. In each these K&A have started setting up equipment, storage, displays, and accessories for their play. I knew their collection of toys was extensive and Sir and I have been to their European home which is kitted out in the same style, but we never knew they had such extensive amounts of gear, furniture and equipment.
There is a small section of the room divided away and given over to more traditional, wood, leather, and medieval decor, but 90% of the space is high tech heavy rubber. And the elevator opens right in the middle of it all. The stainless steel doors are in the center of a long wall which is, I believe, one of the outside walls. It is an hydraulic lift and hence, very slow as it rises to the top floor, the tower walkway. The cab is not overly large but enough that the four of us fit comfortably, me in my flowing burqa, Annemarie in a Victorian gown of shiny black rubber and Sir and Kermit in heavy rubber catsuits with tubes, masks, and Kermit even wearing an aroma bag on his back.
We had arrived mid-morning (Sir tortured me into getting up and being on the road early so as not to miss much time with our friends) and K&A had met us at the door already fully kitted out. She was in a gorgeous Victorian style dress of black rubber, swirling full skirt, and very tight blouse with a ruffle around her neck from which a matching black hood rose to cove her face and head. Not a single square inch of skin showed, only her eyes and lips. Kermit was in a full enclosure heavy rubber suit with his breathing equipment passing from the aroma bag to the front of his hood and a tight catsuit of black rubber covering the rest of him from head to toe. They looked stunning but we were a bit surprised as we arrived around 10 in the morning. Kermit later explained they had been dressed since 7am!
I was in two catsuits, a dress, and my burqa, as usual. The catsuits were my usual skin suit in blue tinted transparent rubber under a second suit in nightshade blue and those were under a long, hobbling dress in the same nightshade blue. Then came my metallic blue burqa. I wore black 5 inch spike heeled knee boots and was silenced by the burqa's internal hood. Sir was in his alien suit and was only missing the elaborate helmet that goes over it. Kermit helped him put that on and zip it tight to his head as soon as we arrived.
The way they have laid out the cellar the lift doors open and you are staring at a steel suspension rig directly across from you. This is the cross laurel was attached to. off to either side are the alcoves with the various styled play area, the medieval one being to the far right behind a fake or pony wall that is shiny metal on the lift side and dungeon stone on the other. This provides a nice visual continuity of ultra modern BDSM scenery only giving way to the stone look of the medieval alcove if you specifically angle toward it.
One of the alcoves is actually the staircase to the kitchen, the wine racks lining it.
The cellar temperature was cool and remained so even as the day warmed up. Annemarie took my silent burqa'd form over to the medical alcove and showed me some of the very strange and scary looking toys gleaming on a surgical tray there. One of these was, however, a fairly recognizable dildo, anther was a stainless butt plug, and some were urethral sounds. She explained that she was looking forward to using the sounds and plugs specifically on me later. unable to respond as I was still silenced, I just shivered a bit and sighed as I leaned into an embrace from her. This was going to be a fun Easter!
We were shown to our bedroom suite which was on the same floor as the master suite and had two rooms, a dressing room and a bedroom along with an en suite. The closet space in this room could have easily housed a small family. The closet in their master suite was even larger.
We were still in full latex and I was quite severely bound and gagged under my burqa as we entered our suite. Laurel had been released while we were in the cellar and resumed her duties, fetching our luggage and getting us situated. She has a small bedroom on the upper floor so she can always be available to her Master and Mistress.
Our room was already fitted with a California King bed made up with bright red latex sheets and duvet. A black rubber vacuum bed had also been set up for me, K&A knowing I often sleep in one.
The drapes in the tall windows were rubber on the inside with light blocking fabric lining the window side to protect against sun damage. Our room overlooked the pool and patio and was at right angles to the master suite.
In the dressing room there was a steel bondage rack, a set of steel manacles and spreaders, steel dildos and even a sex machine designed for dual penetration. There was a chest filled with straps, harnesses, ropes, and such and several items were laid out including bondage and breath control toys. The closet held a few outfits that were from Kermit's collection but would probably fit Sir, but most of the space was free for my wardrobe (yes, we were only there three nights, but I had been packed up with quite a wardrobe).
Several hoods, gas masks, breather bags, and other rubber toys were available, all from K&A's private collection but shared with us.
I shall go into more detail of our four day stay in a subsequent post. But let it suffice to say that our visit was memorable and very pleasant!
More Later
Lady
All of which made our Easter visit with friends from out of the country quite pleasant. I have written before of Kermit and Annemarie who visit from time to time. They have been living in Austria for a while now but came over for Easter and invited us to their new house here in the US near Paris, Texas, about 2 hours by car Northeast of us. We left on Good Friday morning and returned Easer Monday night giving us a very long four day weekend to spend with our friends.
Paris is a pretty little city and their new home is outside the ring road, near a lake. They have purchased a farm house on several acres of land in what are known as the Piney Woods. They are quite isolated and the house is huge, even by Texas standards, with one of the few cellars in Texas.
The upper house is two story plus a bit of a tower/widow's walk attached to the master suite. There is actually a lift extending from the tower to the cellar with stops at the master suite, the ground floor, and the cellar. The original owner was elderly and had difficulty with stairs. Add to that the house is actually on a hill overlooking its own property with a view of the nearby lake as well from the upper floor and the tower balcony. It is placed on the highest point in the surrounding area (which, in Texas means that it is at an elevation of about 600 ft (183 m) above sea level. Our house near Dallas is at the same elevation).
There are nine bedrooms, five on the ground floor and four on the second, each with an en suite bath. The master suite actually has three separate rooms in it, a bedroom, a dressing room and a waiting room or parlor, plus its own en suite.
There are two dining rooms, two living rooms a large kitchen, walk-in pantry, stair to the cellar, and a smaller kitchen on the upper floor, and three powder baths for visitors. The place is an absolute palace of rooms.
The back garden includes a patio that runs the whole length of the house with a large rectangular swimming pool running alongside it. The rear, which faces North, not South, is lined with windows so people in the house can view the pool and swimmers easily. The house cradles the pool on two sides.
The widow's walk goes almost completely around the tower and offers stunning views of the garden and the whole property which is surrounded by old pine and oak trees. From the road the house cannot even be seen, but from the house one can see quite a ways.
Kermit and Annemarie are turning it into a fetishist's dream home. They only plan on occupying it in the Spring or Fall each year when the weather here is at its most comfortable. But they have started to think of it as a fetish B&B in the future. Since they only occupy two of the bedrooms and plan on using some of the living spaces as fetish dungeons (not to mention the cellar) the remaining 7 bedrooms could be rented out.
I say they occupy two of the bedrooms since they still have and travel with Laurel, their live in rubber maid. She was present too when we arrived although Sir and I did not see her for the first half hour of our visit. It was only when we were shown the cellar by K&A that we found Laurel. She was in a very tight, hobbling black and white maid's costume, more English than French with ankle length skirt, strict corset, long sleeved blouse with black gloves up to her elbows and a rigid neck corset and silencing hood. She was bound to a steel bondage cross in the cellar.
K&A have kept a part of the cellar, at the foot of the stairs from the kitchen, as a wine cellar with two floor to ceiling racks of wines from all over he world. But the rest of the cellar, which is essentially the same size as the ground floor, is being transformed into a dungeon specifically reflecting their dominant rubber-centric predilections for fetish play. Very modern and crisp with lots of steel, latex, black, white and red furniture, slick tables, medical gear, mirrors, bondage poles and slings. The cellar looks like a high tech nightclub of the damned. Absolutely beautiful. Kermit secured a few medical operating room lights which he used for detailed illumination. The rest of the space was lit by indirect lighting, very brightly in some places and less so in others.
The dungeon is divided into separate play areas based around themes. The medical fetish section, the isolation section, inflation and suspension section, etc. In each these K&A have started setting up equipment, storage, displays, and accessories for their play. I knew their collection of toys was extensive and Sir and I have been to their European home which is kitted out in the same style, but we never knew they had such extensive amounts of gear, furniture and equipment.
There is a small section of the room divided away and given over to more traditional, wood, leather, and medieval decor, but 90% of the space is high tech heavy rubber. And the elevator opens right in the middle of it all. The stainless steel doors are in the center of a long wall which is, I believe, one of the outside walls. It is an hydraulic lift and hence, very slow as it rises to the top floor, the tower walkway. The cab is not overly large but enough that the four of us fit comfortably, me in my flowing burqa, Annemarie in a Victorian gown of shiny black rubber and Sir and Kermit in heavy rubber catsuits with tubes, masks, and Kermit even wearing an aroma bag on his back.
We had arrived mid-morning (Sir tortured me into getting up and being on the road early so as not to miss much time with our friends) and K&A had met us at the door already fully kitted out. She was in a gorgeous Victorian style dress of black rubber, swirling full skirt, and very tight blouse with a ruffle around her neck from which a matching black hood rose to cove her face and head. Not a single square inch of skin showed, only her eyes and lips. Kermit was in a full enclosure heavy rubber suit with his breathing equipment passing from the aroma bag to the front of his hood and a tight catsuit of black rubber covering the rest of him from head to toe. They looked stunning but we were a bit surprised as we arrived around 10 in the morning. Kermit later explained they had been dressed since 7am!
I was in two catsuits, a dress, and my burqa, as usual. The catsuits were my usual skin suit in blue tinted transparent rubber under a second suit in nightshade blue and those were under a long, hobbling dress in the same nightshade blue. Then came my metallic blue burqa. I wore black 5 inch spike heeled knee boots and was silenced by the burqa's internal hood. Sir was in his alien suit and was only missing the elaborate helmet that goes over it. Kermit helped him put that on and zip it tight to his head as soon as we arrived.
The way they have laid out the cellar the lift doors open and you are staring at a steel suspension rig directly across from you. This is the cross laurel was attached to. off to either side are the alcoves with the various styled play area, the medieval one being to the far right behind a fake or pony wall that is shiny metal on the lift side and dungeon stone on the other. This provides a nice visual continuity of ultra modern BDSM scenery only giving way to the stone look of the medieval alcove if you specifically angle toward it.
One of the alcoves is actually the staircase to the kitchen, the wine racks lining it.
The cellar temperature was cool and remained so even as the day warmed up. Annemarie took my silent burqa'd form over to the medical alcove and showed me some of the very strange and scary looking toys gleaming on a surgical tray there. One of these was, however, a fairly recognizable dildo, anther was a stainless butt plug, and some were urethral sounds. She explained that she was looking forward to using the sounds and plugs specifically on me later. unable to respond as I was still silenced, I just shivered a bit and sighed as I leaned into an embrace from her. This was going to be a fun Easter!
We were shown to our bedroom suite which was on the same floor as the master suite and had two rooms, a dressing room and a bedroom along with an en suite. The closet space in this room could have easily housed a small family. The closet in their master suite was even larger.
We were still in full latex and I was quite severely bound and gagged under my burqa as we entered our suite. Laurel had been released while we were in the cellar and resumed her duties, fetching our luggage and getting us situated. She has a small bedroom on the upper floor so she can always be available to her Master and Mistress.
Our room was already fitted with a California King bed made up with bright red latex sheets and duvet. A black rubber vacuum bed had also been set up for me, K&A knowing I often sleep in one.
The drapes in the tall windows were rubber on the inside with light blocking fabric lining the window side to protect against sun damage. Our room overlooked the pool and patio and was at right angles to the master suite.
In the dressing room there was a steel bondage rack, a set of steel manacles and spreaders, steel dildos and even a sex machine designed for dual penetration. There was a chest filled with straps, harnesses, ropes, and such and several items were laid out including bondage and breath control toys. The closet held a few outfits that were from Kermit's collection but would probably fit Sir, but most of the space was free for my wardrobe (yes, we were only there three nights, but I had been packed up with quite a wardrobe).
Several hoods, gas masks, breather bags, and other rubber toys were available, all from K&A's private collection but shared with us.
I shall go into more detail of our four day stay in a subsequent post. But let it suffice to say that our visit was memorable and very pleasant!
More Later
Lady
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
February is the Cruelest Month
Yes, Eliot said it was April, but truly, February is the cruelest month here in North Texas.
It has been wave after wave of sub-freezing, icy and snowy weather followed by a warm front with temperatures in the 70's. And it has resulted in me having a terrible cold. And a cold in latex is a profoundly miserable experience.
When I have the sniffles and runny nose as I do with this cold, wearing an enclosing hood is messy at best and intolerable at worst. Sir has allowed me to wear an open face hood instead so that I may blow my little nose and try desperately to keep it clear. I am wearing a skinsuit as usual, but with the open faced hood (which actually looks quite nice...very hijab like as the skinsuit is black) Over that I have my usual dress, a red one yesterday and a black one today.
And, of course, if I venture out (to the mailbox has been this week's limit) I put one of the burqas over that. The layers keep me warm in the freezing temperature and all is well from a cover point of view, but I notice that I miss the feel of an all enclosing hood or two quite seriously. I feel naked and exposed with my face hanging out like that.
To add to my discomfort, Sir is out of town this week and I am here alone with the cats and my cold. That poses a challenge as I must force myself to adhere to a rubber wear regimen eve tough I feel quite poorly. I confess yesterday I spent most of the day in bed, wrapped in the latex duvet, reading and blowing my nose. I did not get up and get dressed until well after noon. I longed to get up, put on a tight total enclosure catsuit, the tight rubber dress with a nice hobble skirt I got for Christmas, and slide into my thick, black burqa. But I simply did not have the energy. And the facial enclosure would have been a very bad idea.
Today, I feel a bit better and have arisen earlier, but I am still quite sniffly and my energy levels are low. I had some writing planned this week, more in my story about Katherine (see the confiningclothing group on Yahoo) but I think this post is about all I can manage.
I mentioned our mailbox above. Week before last Sir was also out of town and I had to collect the mail. Our box is at the top of the front yard about 50 yards (45 meters) from the front door. It was cold, drizzly, with the remains of an almost snow (more frost) on the grass. I had slipped on my new purple burqa over a purple dress and lavender skinsuit and finished off with black rubber boots and gloves. Nothing special, just my normal around the house attire plus the burqa. That day I was not gagged although I was wearing a second hood under the burqa. It is purple too, matching the dress.
I had walked up to the mailbox and was fishing around for the mail inside when a local police car (an SUV actually) pulled up and a female officer asked to speak to me. I turned around and could easily see she was somewhat disconcerted by the appearance of a purple rubber burqa, black gloved hands holding a stack of mail and adverts. I said hello and asked how I could help her.
She first introduced herself an explained she was a liaison officer looking in on our elderly neighbor next door. she wanted to know if I had noticed anything unusual in his behaviour lately. I told her no, but that my husband and I seldom saw him. We had noticed that he had not been out mowing or gardening as much but thought we were probably just missing him.
She explained that he had been ill and had undergone some behavioural changes, being angry and suspicious of people. I told her we had noticed nothing unusual. I was about to bid her a good day and get back into the house when she finally came out with, "are you okay?"
I told her that yes, I was fine. She then wanted to know about the burqa, the rubber, why was I "dressed like that?"
I explained that I always dressed like this when out in public; that I did not show my face. She seemed to take that explanation in stride but asked if the burqa was rubber. I said that it was and she wanted to know why I was wearing a rubber burqa. I told her it was warm and kept me dry. We chatted a bit about other things, her job, the neighborhood, the weather. But she finally steered the conversation back around to me. It was obvious she was curious and concerned a bit as well.
Finally, she asked if I or my husband were muslim (I'd been waiting for that one) and I explained that no, we were not. Then she wanted to know why, if we were not muslim, I was wearing the burqa. I explained that it was a 'sex thing' between me and my husband and that I always wore rubber and always covered in public. I laughingly mentioned that she was lucky I was not gagged that day as I usually was when in public.
"So it's a fetish thing, then," she asked, "like 50 Shades of Grey?"
I told her that yes, it was a "fetish thing" between me and my husband and that she should not worry, it was just our way. Finally, she seemed mollified with my explanation, and we said our goodbyes and she drove off. She did offer the obligatory thought that being hooded and gagged in public was possibly dangerous and cautioned me to be careful, but seemed to be reassured by my attitude that I was neither a prisoner nor an insane person. I explained that I had been dressing this way for many years, including time spent living in Ireland. I decided to not mention that I flew dressed in rubber burqa as that would prompt a whole new set of queries and I was getting cold ... the temperature was still hovering around freezing.
What I have noticed since, however, is that when she makes her visits next door about every 10 days or so to be sure our neighbor and his wife are OK, she stops in front of our house for a while and just waits. I am not sure what she is expecting, but when it is a bit warmer, I shall probably go out and say hello again. Maybe I will invite her in next time.
Our neighbors, of course, have seen me and grown used to my dress and to Sir's as he wears his latex in the yard quite often. I daresay she has quizzed them and I can only surmise what they have told her.
I feel a bit better now and my nose is a bit less runny. I think I shall go have a nice warm liquid lunch ... soup or maybe chili ... then a lie down.
Regards
Lady
It has been wave after wave of sub-freezing, icy and snowy weather followed by a warm front with temperatures in the 70's. And it has resulted in me having a terrible cold. And a cold in latex is a profoundly miserable experience.
When I have the sniffles and runny nose as I do with this cold, wearing an enclosing hood is messy at best and intolerable at worst. Sir has allowed me to wear an open face hood instead so that I may blow my little nose and try desperately to keep it clear. I am wearing a skinsuit as usual, but with the open faced hood (which actually looks quite nice...very hijab like as the skinsuit is black) Over that I have my usual dress, a red one yesterday and a black one today.
And, of course, if I venture out (to the mailbox has been this week's limit) I put one of the burqas over that. The layers keep me warm in the freezing temperature and all is well from a cover point of view, but I notice that I miss the feel of an all enclosing hood or two quite seriously. I feel naked and exposed with my face hanging out like that.
To add to my discomfort, Sir is out of town this week and I am here alone with the cats and my cold. That poses a challenge as I must force myself to adhere to a rubber wear regimen eve tough I feel quite poorly. I confess yesterday I spent most of the day in bed, wrapped in the latex duvet, reading and blowing my nose. I did not get up and get dressed until well after noon. I longed to get up, put on a tight total enclosure catsuit, the tight rubber dress with a nice hobble skirt I got for Christmas, and slide into my thick, black burqa. But I simply did not have the energy. And the facial enclosure would have been a very bad idea.
Today, I feel a bit better and have arisen earlier, but I am still quite sniffly and my energy levels are low. I had some writing planned this week, more in my story about Katherine (see the confiningclothing group on Yahoo) but I think this post is about all I can manage.
I mentioned our mailbox above. Week before last Sir was also out of town and I had to collect the mail. Our box is at the top of the front yard about 50 yards (45 meters) from the front door. It was cold, drizzly, with the remains of an almost snow (more frost) on the grass. I had slipped on my new purple burqa over a purple dress and lavender skinsuit and finished off with black rubber boots and gloves. Nothing special, just my normal around the house attire plus the burqa. That day I was not gagged although I was wearing a second hood under the burqa. It is purple too, matching the dress.
I had walked up to the mailbox and was fishing around for the mail inside when a local police car (an SUV actually) pulled up and a female officer asked to speak to me. I turned around and could easily see she was somewhat disconcerted by the appearance of a purple rubber burqa, black gloved hands holding a stack of mail and adverts. I said hello and asked how I could help her.
She first introduced herself an explained she was a liaison officer looking in on our elderly neighbor next door. she wanted to know if I had noticed anything unusual in his behaviour lately. I told her no, but that my husband and I seldom saw him. We had noticed that he had not been out mowing or gardening as much but thought we were probably just missing him.
She explained that he had been ill and had undergone some behavioural changes, being angry and suspicious of people. I told her we had noticed nothing unusual. I was about to bid her a good day and get back into the house when she finally came out with, "are you okay?"
I told her that yes, I was fine. She then wanted to know about the burqa, the rubber, why was I "dressed like that?"
I explained that I always dressed like this when out in public; that I did not show my face. She seemed to take that explanation in stride but asked if the burqa was rubber. I said that it was and she wanted to know why I was wearing a rubber burqa. I told her it was warm and kept me dry. We chatted a bit about other things, her job, the neighborhood, the weather. But she finally steered the conversation back around to me. It was obvious she was curious and concerned a bit as well.
Finally, she asked if I or my husband were muslim (I'd been waiting for that one) and I explained that no, we were not. Then she wanted to know why, if we were not muslim, I was wearing the burqa. I explained that it was a 'sex thing' between me and my husband and that I always wore rubber and always covered in public. I laughingly mentioned that she was lucky I was not gagged that day as I usually was when in public.
"So it's a fetish thing, then," she asked, "like 50 Shades of Grey?"
I told her that yes, it was a "fetish thing" between me and my husband and that she should not worry, it was just our way. Finally, she seemed mollified with my explanation, and we said our goodbyes and she drove off. She did offer the obligatory thought that being hooded and gagged in public was possibly dangerous and cautioned me to be careful, but seemed to be reassured by my attitude that I was neither a prisoner nor an insane person. I explained that I had been dressing this way for many years, including time spent living in Ireland. I decided to not mention that I flew dressed in rubber burqa as that would prompt a whole new set of queries and I was getting cold ... the temperature was still hovering around freezing.
What I have noticed since, however, is that when she makes her visits next door about every 10 days or so to be sure our neighbor and his wife are OK, she stops in front of our house for a while and just waits. I am not sure what she is expecting, but when it is a bit warmer, I shall probably go out and say hello again. Maybe I will invite her in next time.
Our neighbors, of course, have seen me and grown used to my dress and to Sir's as he wears his latex in the yard quite often. I daresay she has quizzed them and I can only surmise what they have told her.
I feel a bit better now and my nose is a bit less runny. I think I shall go have a nice warm liquid lunch ... soup or maybe chili ... then a lie down.
Regards
Lady
Thursday, January 02, 2014
New Year's Day - Time for Resolutions
We have had a delightful holiday season. For Christmas our son and his GF came in from California. We had several days with them, shopping, going to Christmas events, and then Christmas day. Nothing too exciting to report, but we all exchanged some very nice gifts, both ordinary and fetishistic.
In an unplanned bit of synchronicity, Sir and I got each other very nice Gas masks. These have become an interest and a standard in our dress and play recently, so adding two more to the collection made sense. I acquired a nice Russian mask for Sir and he got me a custom made Gas Mask hood with built in gag. This fits remarkably well and slides down under my catsuits or under my big black burqa very well. Sir is seeking one with a very low profile, however, that could be worn beneath a burqa without detection. This is difficult because of the burqa design, but he may yet find something.
I have also ordered him a British mask with the big round exhalation port you see in many photos, but it has not arrived. He wants to get me one in bright red, but we are not sure where to find such. Anyone with suggestions, please comment.
Another gift he got me was a new, bigger, better keyboard for my computer. The one I have been using was not well suited to rubber gloved typing by someone in vision obscuring hoods and /or burqas. This one is much better, although I have contemplated one of the truly BIG Key keyboards with 1 square inch key caps and even colour coded vowels and consonants.
I also received a new catsuit and a new hooded bodysuit in latex which are quite lovely. Plus, a metallic purple rubber burqa ... a colour which gave me a somewhat regal air if I do say so.
And...Frabjous Day...son gave Sir a new camera! A very GOOD camera, that takes very GOOD pictures. This gives me hope that he will take, and allow me to share, more photos. If only the camera has a 'take only good pictures' setting.
Yesterday, New Year's, I spent the day in my red latex nun's habit with my new gas mask hood worn under the white wimple. So I presented a fascinating black gas masked face, white hooded, red veiled nun aspect. Coupled with my black gloves and boots it made quite an ensemble. I wore a white total enclosure catsuit under it which looked excellent peeking out from the sleeves around the gloves and out from the hem of the habit dress. Sir took some photos with the new camera. I shall see if he will allow me to share.
We went out on Saturday to see Saving Mr. Banks, an interesting film about the making of the movie Mary Poppins. I wore purple...a catsuit, a dress, and a burqa. Corset and gloves were black, though.
New Year's we spent in this year. We had a couple friends over, and played a bit with vacuum beds in the playroom. It was delightful and I find I truly enjoy playing with a helpless female encased in a sealed vac bed while I am wearing a burqa over several layers of latex. Sir took photos of this as well and they are fascinating. He had tried to convey how alien I look when shrouded and draped, my arms extending from the burqa's slits and someone laying on the table helpless in rubber encapsulation, but I had never quite 'got it' until I saw the photos he took. More permission to ask.
So welcome to 2014 and another year of me probably breaking my resolution to blog more frequently. I hope everyone is going to have a happy one.
Regards
Lady
In an unplanned bit of synchronicity, Sir and I got each other very nice Gas masks. These have become an interest and a standard in our dress and play recently, so adding two more to the collection made sense. I acquired a nice Russian mask for Sir and he got me a custom made Gas Mask hood with built in gag. This fits remarkably well and slides down under my catsuits or under my big black burqa very well. Sir is seeking one with a very low profile, however, that could be worn beneath a burqa without detection. This is difficult because of the burqa design, but he may yet find something.
I have also ordered him a British mask with the big round exhalation port you see in many photos, but it has not arrived. He wants to get me one in bright red, but we are not sure where to find such. Anyone with suggestions, please comment.
Another gift he got me was a new, bigger, better keyboard for my computer. The one I have been using was not well suited to rubber gloved typing by someone in vision obscuring hoods and /or burqas. This one is much better, although I have contemplated one of the truly BIG Key keyboards with 1 square inch key caps and even colour coded vowels and consonants.
I also received a new catsuit and a new hooded bodysuit in latex which are quite lovely. Plus, a metallic purple rubber burqa ... a colour which gave me a somewhat regal air if I do say so.
And...Frabjous Day...son gave Sir a new camera! A very GOOD camera, that takes very GOOD pictures. This gives me hope that he will take, and allow me to share, more photos. If only the camera has a 'take only good pictures' setting.
Yesterday, New Year's, I spent the day in my red latex nun's habit with my new gas mask hood worn under the white wimple. So I presented a fascinating black gas masked face, white hooded, red veiled nun aspect. Coupled with my black gloves and boots it made quite an ensemble. I wore a white total enclosure catsuit under it which looked excellent peeking out from the sleeves around the gloves and out from the hem of the habit dress. Sir took some photos with the new camera. I shall see if he will allow me to share.
We went out on Saturday to see Saving Mr. Banks, an interesting film about the making of the movie Mary Poppins. I wore purple...a catsuit, a dress, and a burqa. Corset and gloves were black, though.
New Year's we spent in this year. We had a couple friends over, and played a bit with vacuum beds in the playroom. It was delightful and I find I truly enjoy playing with a helpless female encased in a sealed vac bed while I am wearing a burqa over several layers of latex. Sir took photos of this as well and they are fascinating. He had tried to convey how alien I look when shrouded and draped, my arms extending from the burqa's slits and someone laying on the table helpless in rubber encapsulation, but I had never quite 'got it' until I saw the photos he took. More permission to ask.
So welcome to 2014 and another year of me probably breaking my resolution to blog more frequently. I hope everyone is going to have a happy one.
Regards
Lady
Monday, October 07, 2013
A Wonderful Day
At long last, the weather has cooled. This past Sunday was so cool and crisp, I was able to go about for hours in my usual catsuit, dress, and burqa.
I did some gardening and Sir and I went shopping and to a movie.
This week is a bit warmer, but is expected to cool off later this week.
I have been spending a lot of my time writing both on my story, Entering Rubber Society and on some other projects, so have not done much outside the house.
But it is very nice to have the return of cool weather. There is a new art gallery exhibit opening this weekend and Sir says we will go.
That's about it for now.
Lady
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Writing in Rubber is Such Good Fun
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Still August, How I Spent My Summer
Just a quick post to let everyone know that I have spent quite a lot of time the past few weeks catching up on a lot of writing I have been intending to finish for some time. That not only includes another post to this blog, but also parts 2 and 3 of a story I am writing.
I had uploaded part 1 of my story, Entering Rubber Society to the yahoo group 'confining clothing' (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/confiningclothing/) in the files section. I recently uploaded part 2, only 18 months separating the two.
In an effort to be somewhat more frequent, and to exploit my sudden urge to write instead of read over the hot summer, I have nearly finished part 3 and shall upload it hopefully later today.
In other news, one of our cats has damaged his knee (stifle) and will undergo surgery to repair it. The recovery, I understand, will be long and involved, but it should restore him to full mobility. Exactly how a young cat did so much damage to his 'stifle' I do not know, but we've seen three vets now and they all agree that he will have to drop any future plans for playing in the NFL.
Fortunately, as we have spent a few weeks seeing if it will heal itself and taking him for consults, he does not seem to be in too much pain, but is obviously in some discomfort. I hope the rather elaborate surgery they are proposing fixes it so that he can resume his life as a comfortable and fattening old cat! He is a dear and his companion has been very solicitous of him since he began limping. She even backs off and waits for him to finish eating before she does which is most unusual.
Visiting vets in a latex burqa (white once, black once, and blue the third time) was, as one might expect, an interesting experience. Sir accompanied me and did all the talking, of course, so there was little to do but watch and occasionally hold the cat. He is most comfortable with latex now although I recall when we first acquired him he was confused by it and tried to bite my sleeve a few times. It seems he enjoyed cutting his teeth on squishy latex when he was a kitten.
The other patients in the clinic stared but said nothing and I must say all the staff we encountered were very professional and seemed unfazed by having a woman fully veiled with an injured pet in their examination rooms. One young girl acting as a receptionist seemed to have a sudden total loss of concentration, focus, and memory for her duties, but did finally manage to get the information Sir gave her entered into the record.
Temperature wise, things have cooled for a bit here in North Texas. We even had several bouts of torrential rain which was both good and damaging to my garden. Some of my standing plants were toppled, but everything sprang up after a few good soakings and it is amazing to see actual mud in the garden once again. I was, thankfully, able to go out a couple days ago and repair the damage, working for ten or fifteen minutes beneath the cool mister that hangs over the garden space.
Due to the heat, even in our somewhat over air conditioned home, Sir has not required me to wear the usual skinsuit under a dress and/or other layers for the past few weeks. Although the temperature in the house has been low enough to make latex tolerable, the humidity has still been excessive. So for a few weeks I have only worn a loose dress around the house and occasional gloves and a hood in the evenings. But this past week I have been able to return a few times to my usual total enclosure skinsuit, with a second hood gloves and dress. I have even been able to wear my corset and a neck corset.
Sir has remained in his usual latex slacks and shirt mostly, but did for a while replace trousers with shorts. However, he was able to don a full enclosure suit and gas mask the other night. We enjoyed quite a lovely evening, our first in total rubber for some time.
We've essentially stopped going out for a while. It is so hot that there is little impetus to do so. There have been no particular events we wished to attend and, accept for trips to the vet, no reason to venture forth. he even cut a few days from commuting to the office and worked from home when it reached into the 90's before 8 am.
Our swimming pool reported a temperature of 100 degrees a couple of days. So hot that swimming would not have been refreshing and actually, given our penchant for total rubberisation when swimming, could have been dangerous. So we have not even had that for an outlet.
But at last we have had a break and things might get back to normal. I am looking forward to our anniversary and then to labor day. Hopefully we will have good weather for both.
Lady
I had uploaded part 1 of my story, Entering Rubber Society to the yahoo group 'confining clothing' (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/confiningclothing/) in the files section. I recently uploaded part 2, only 18 months separating the two.
In an effort to be somewhat more frequent, and to exploit my sudden urge to write instead of read over the hot summer, I have nearly finished part 3 and shall upload it hopefully later today.
In other news, one of our cats has damaged his knee (stifle) and will undergo surgery to repair it. The recovery, I understand, will be long and involved, but it should restore him to full mobility. Exactly how a young cat did so much damage to his 'stifle' I do not know, but we've seen three vets now and they all agree that he will have to drop any future plans for playing in the NFL.
Fortunately, as we have spent a few weeks seeing if it will heal itself and taking him for consults, he does not seem to be in too much pain, but is obviously in some discomfort. I hope the rather elaborate surgery they are proposing fixes it so that he can resume his life as a comfortable and fattening old cat! He is a dear and his companion has been very solicitous of him since he began limping. She even backs off and waits for him to finish eating before she does which is most unusual.
Visiting vets in a latex burqa (white once, black once, and blue the third time) was, as one might expect, an interesting experience. Sir accompanied me and did all the talking, of course, so there was little to do but watch and occasionally hold the cat. He is most comfortable with latex now although I recall when we first acquired him he was confused by it and tried to bite my sleeve a few times. It seems he enjoyed cutting his teeth on squishy latex when he was a kitten.
The other patients in the clinic stared but said nothing and I must say all the staff we encountered were very professional and seemed unfazed by having a woman fully veiled with an injured pet in their examination rooms. One young girl acting as a receptionist seemed to have a sudden total loss of concentration, focus, and memory for her duties, but did finally manage to get the information Sir gave her entered into the record.
Temperature wise, things have cooled for a bit here in North Texas. We even had several bouts of torrential rain which was both good and damaging to my garden. Some of my standing plants were toppled, but everything sprang up after a few good soakings and it is amazing to see actual mud in the garden once again. I was, thankfully, able to go out a couple days ago and repair the damage, working for ten or fifteen minutes beneath the cool mister that hangs over the garden space.
Due to the heat, even in our somewhat over air conditioned home, Sir has not required me to wear the usual skinsuit under a dress and/or other layers for the past few weeks. Although the temperature in the house has been low enough to make latex tolerable, the humidity has still been excessive. So for a few weeks I have only worn a loose dress around the house and occasional gloves and a hood in the evenings. But this past week I have been able to return a few times to my usual total enclosure skinsuit, with a second hood gloves and dress. I have even been able to wear my corset and a neck corset.
Sir has remained in his usual latex slacks and shirt mostly, but did for a while replace trousers with shorts. However, he was able to don a full enclosure suit and gas mask the other night. We enjoyed quite a lovely evening, our first in total rubber for some time.
We've essentially stopped going out for a while. It is so hot that there is little impetus to do so. There have been no particular events we wished to attend and, accept for trips to the vet, no reason to venture forth. he even cut a few days from commuting to the office and worked from home when it reached into the 90's before 8 am.
Our swimming pool reported a temperature of 100 degrees a couple of days. So hot that swimming would not have been refreshing and actually, given our penchant for total rubberisation when swimming, could have been dangerous. So we have not even had that for an outlet.
But at last we have had a break and things might get back to normal. I am looking forward to our anniversary and then to labor day. Hopefully we will have good weather for both.
Lady
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