New Years Day and A Year in Latex Enclosure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regards
Lady