Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
Rash Actions
Week 4, Fully Enclosed since Jan 1.
Well, it had to happen sometime, I suppose.
Woke up yesterday morning with an irritating rash on my back under my latex suit. My back felt like I was suffering from what we in the south call 'prickly heat' and it was a bit red and somewhat dry and scaly looking. Oddly enough, the most dramatic redness followed the zipper line, with a bit of a spread out around it in a vertical stripe.
I went through my usual morning ablutions and paid more than usual attention to putting on lotion and making sure it was dry back there. After my usual bath, I was put back into a suit and I did not notice any more discomfort.
However, when I was getting ready for bed, maid told me the redness was still there. I discussed it with Sir when he called (he is out of town this week) and his instructions were to expose the area to air, leaving the back of the suit open and not wearing anything over it. To use a medicated lotion on it, and to not reseal it if the redness continued. As well, I am to remove all latex immediately if any other areas turn red.
So far, however, this morning, I am fine everywhere else and the redness is all but gone and there is no prickling sensation. But I have been padding around the house now for almost 48 hours with nothing on but a transparent enclosure suit that isn't zipped up in the back.
As I said in an earlier post, we've decided "in for a penney, in for a pound!" So I will not bail on this experiment unless I have to. Suit open down the back to let the skin rest seems a good compromise and I am hoping nothing more shows up as a rash. My face, my SECOND most sensitive skin area, seems in good shape. It looks fine and does not itch or burn. In fact, I hardly notice the thin latex on it anymore.
Chest, breast, stomach area is good. I pay special attenttion to my nether regions as this is the MOST sensitive area, but I'm not having problems there.
Legs and arms are fine and my hands and feet are comfortable. Again, I am almost unaware of the rubber on my hands now unless I concentrate on the lack of sensation, the distiancing of sensation when i touch things. It's good as long as I avoid the whole COOKING thing :)
So, this may have just been that we missed my back somehow, or that I'm reacting to the zipper or something.
Nonetheless, it's almost gone and I expect tomoorrow I will be once again fully enclosed as I should be.
Sir returns on Wed evening and I am to meet him at the airport. Once more into the burqa!
regards
Lady
BTW, everyone reading this blog has been incredibly supportive and I am so happy to hear that I am inspiring a few others to step out in their latex. I am firmly convinced that, over time, our 'fetish' will become an accepted mode of clothing (well, maybe not the hoods and gags) and we have a good chance of bringing back a formality and style to dressing in public that has, sadly, been lacking for decades (Women should ALWAYS wear gloves in public, I am convinced...the way they did in the fifties...we can get back there, I know it!).
Viva La Gummi! (If you don't mind me butchering three languages simultaneously :) )
Well, it had to happen sometime, I suppose.
Woke up yesterday morning with an irritating rash on my back under my latex suit. My back felt like I was suffering from what we in the south call 'prickly heat' and it was a bit red and somewhat dry and scaly looking. Oddly enough, the most dramatic redness followed the zipper line, with a bit of a spread out around it in a vertical stripe.
I went through my usual morning ablutions and paid more than usual attention to putting on lotion and making sure it was dry back there. After my usual bath, I was put back into a suit and I did not notice any more discomfort.
However, when I was getting ready for bed, maid told me the redness was still there. I discussed it with Sir when he called (he is out of town this week) and his instructions were to expose the area to air, leaving the back of the suit open and not wearing anything over it. To use a medicated lotion on it, and to not reseal it if the redness continued. As well, I am to remove all latex immediately if any other areas turn red.
So far, however, this morning, I am fine everywhere else and the redness is all but gone and there is no prickling sensation. But I have been padding around the house now for almost 48 hours with nothing on but a transparent enclosure suit that isn't zipped up in the back.
As I said in an earlier post, we've decided "in for a penney, in for a pound!" So I will not bail on this experiment unless I have to. Suit open down the back to let the skin rest seems a good compromise and I am hoping nothing more shows up as a rash. My face, my SECOND most sensitive skin area, seems in good shape. It looks fine and does not itch or burn. In fact, I hardly notice the thin latex on it anymore.
Chest, breast, stomach area is good. I pay special attenttion to my nether regions as this is the MOST sensitive area, but I'm not having problems there.
Legs and arms are fine and my hands and feet are comfortable. Again, I am almost unaware of the rubber on my hands now unless I concentrate on the lack of sensation, the distiancing of sensation when i touch things. It's good as long as I avoid the whole COOKING thing :)
So, this may have just been that we missed my back somehow, or that I'm reacting to the zipper or something.
Nonetheless, it's almost gone and I expect tomoorrow I will be once again fully enclosed as I should be.
Sir returns on Wed evening and I am to meet him at the airport. Once more into the burqa!
regards
Lady
BTW, everyone reading this blog has been incredibly supportive and I am so happy to hear that I am inspiring a few others to step out in their latex. I am firmly convinced that, over time, our 'fetish' will become an accepted mode of clothing (well, maybe not the hoods and gags) and we have a good chance of bringing back a formality and style to dressing in public that has, sadly, been lacking for decades (Women should ALWAYS wear gloves in public, I am convinced...the way they did in the fifties...we can get back there, I know it!).
Viva La Gummi! (If you don't mind me butchering three languages simultaneously :) )
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Cooking in Rubber
OK, so one probably should be careful about cooking when encased in two catsuits, two hoods, two pairs of gloves, and a rubber dress. But it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Usually, I do not cook. Maid cooks...she cooks well and she cooks in rubber (and sometimes, I think, WITH rubber as a spice). But Sir is away on business and last night when it came time to cook some dinner maid was...uh...tied up with other matters.
I decided I would cook dinner for the two of us. I decided I would cook something we hadn't had in a while here in California...Chicken Fried Steak.
For those of you who do not know southwestern cuisine, I should explain that Chicken Fried Steak also goes by the name Wiener Schnitzel or Veal Cutlet. Except we do not use veal, we use aged beef cut in what are called cubed steaks. So it is thin, boneless steaks battered and fried in the manner one does Southern Fried Chicken.
Chicken Fried Steak (CFS) is a southern delicacy cooked in a skillet with a fair amount of hot oil, lots of flour, egg, milk, and a batter made up from biscuit mix. It is inherently a bit messy, but the final product, served with vegetables, is delicious, nutricious, and a total cardiac nightmare.
There is a protocol associated with it...for instance, the BEST batter cooks up LARGER than the steak it encases, leading to large chunks of fried bread like material which is delicious on its own. Sir even tells the story of getting his CFS one time as a child and discovering it had no meat inside. One flours the steak, then dips it in the egg/milk mix, then batters it, then fries it in an almost assembly line fashion.
This is all done by hand and if done well you will have battered fingers before you're finished. I did say it was messy, didn't I? No sanitation here, either...this is hands on cooking...so I thought rubber gloves would be a GOOD idea. Maid does this from time to time for us and she never has a problem.
Well last night I laid everything out carefully, mixed my egg and milk to a good gooey consistency, made sure I had fresh steaks, enough flour and then mixed up the batter...we use bisquick prepared mix and add salt, pepper, and paprika.
The first of the two steaks went swimmingly. I floured it well, then dipped that in the egg/milk mixture to lock the flour on and to give the batter something to cling to. Then I rubbed it around in the batter and made sure I had a LOT of batter on it. This is important.
Next, I used a fork to gently lay it in the skillet with the oil already heated. It immediately began to bubble and froth as it is supposed to.
Now the race begins. You have to get the next steak ready while the first one cooks. You have to do it fast so you put it in the skillet just as the first one is ready to be turned over...and you have to be careful because the oil is boiling hot.
I reached out for the second steak with my already messy rubbered left hand, picked it up, swung it over to the plate where my flour was waiting...and promptly dropped it from about two feet up directly into the flour!
did you know flour can explode when disturbed? White flour went everywhere! There was a puff, and I was covered from the crown of my hood to my black rubber toes in flour!
I sputterd and coughed a bit as I inhaled flour (no gas mask on unfortunately, but I was wearing a gag) and blinked flour out of my eyes. What to do?
First rule of cooking...if something happens, turn off the fire! So I started to move the skillet to a cool burner first. But my hands were dangerously slippery...and the steak was cooking fast.
Grab towel (can't get rubber gloved hands into oven mit) ... grab skillet handle ... thank god Sir got the big skillet with the long handle...then move skillet.
Then I washed my hands, and looked down at myself. I was an absolute rubber mess...flour everywhere and a few blobs of eggy batter as well had fallen off my fingers onto my dress...at an embarrasing place, I might add.
I washed my hands, finished carefully battering the second steak, but had to turn the first one over (still cooking in hot oil, if not getting any hotter), then finally got the second one into the skillet.
A few minutes later, I put the skillet back on the burner, got both steaks done (the first one was a bit darker on one side than it should have been) and I dished out dinner. But the best was yet to come. I went to get maid...untie her and bring her to dinner...this was to be her night off...she didn't have to serve me or anything...I HAD been feeling generous.
She was not gagged or blindfolded, just covered in latex and restrained. When I walked into the room to untie her, her eyes bugged out and she began laughing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the room and I couldn't believe it. I was still covered in fine white flour that contrasted immensely with my black rubber dress. My hood was smudged, my dress was powdery, and my hands had become messy again with flour and bits of batter that had not washed off. I was by no means ready to sit down to a nice dinner.
At first I was angry with her, but when I looked again, I coouldn't help it. I started to laugh as well. I don't know if you have ever laughed uncontrollably while hooded and gagged, but it is not pretty. Before it was all over, I was trying to untie maid while needing to blow my nose and still giggling inside the hood behind the gag.
Well, she cleaned me up...spraying me all over in the shower and drying me off. Dinner was a bit cold, but she very nicely warmed it up for us and we actually had an enjoyable evening. However, I felt it was my responsibilitiy to clean the kitchen...she was all tied up with other things shortly after dinner anyway. :) And I got a bit of my own back when restraining her the second time.
But I think I'll leave CFS to her in the future...when I'm feeling generous again, she'll likely get a slice of cold ham for dinner...something safe!
BTW...I will post again soon to answer the questions in the comments to my last post. I had no idea this experiment would generate so many queries...but hang on...I'll get to them ASAP!
Regards
Lady
Usually, I do not cook. Maid cooks...she cooks well and she cooks in rubber (and sometimes, I think, WITH rubber as a spice). But Sir is away on business and last night when it came time to cook some dinner maid was...uh...tied up with other matters.
I decided I would cook dinner for the two of us. I decided I would cook something we hadn't had in a while here in California...Chicken Fried Steak.
For those of you who do not know southwestern cuisine, I should explain that Chicken Fried Steak also goes by the name Wiener Schnitzel or Veal Cutlet. Except we do not use veal, we use aged beef cut in what are called cubed steaks. So it is thin, boneless steaks battered and fried in the manner one does Southern Fried Chicken.
Chicken Fried Steak (CFS) is a southern delicacy cooked in a skillet with a fair amount of hot oil, lots of flour, egg, milk, and a batter made up from biscuit mix. It is inherently a bit messy, but the final product, served with vegetables, is delicious, nutricious, and a total cardiac nightmare.
There is a protocol associated with it...for instance, the BEST batter cooks up LARGER than the steak it encases, leading to large chunks of fried bread like material which is delicious on its own. Sir even tells the story of getting his CFS one time as a child and discovering it had no meat inside. One flours the steak, then dips it in the egg/milk mix, then batters it, then fries it in an almost assembly line fashion.
This is all done by hand and if done well you will have battered fingers before you're finished. I did say it was messy, didn't I? No sanitation here, either...this is hands on cooking...so I thought rubber gloves would be a GOOD idea. Maid does this from time to time for us and she never has a problem.
Well last night I laid everything out carefully, mixed my egg and milk to a good gooey consistency, made sure I had fresh steaks, enough flour and then mixed up the batter...we use bisquick prepared mix and add salt, pepper, and paprika.
The first of the two steaks went swimmingly. I floured it well, then dipped that in the egg/milk mixture to lock the flour on and to give the batter something to cling to. Then I rubbed it around in the batter and made sure I had a LOT of batter on it. This is important.
Next, I used a fork to gently lay it in the skillet with the oil already heated. It immediately began to bubble and froth as it is supposed to.
Now the race begins. You have to get the next steak ready while the first one cooks. You have to do it fast so you put it in the skillet just as the first one is ready to be turned over...and you have to be careful because the oil is boiling hot.
I reached out for the second steak with my already messy rubbered left hand, picked it up, swung it over to the plate where my flour was waiting...and promptly dropped it from about two feet up directly into the flour!
did you know flour can explode when disturbed? White flour went everywhere! There was a puff, and I was covered from the crown of my hood to my black rubber toes in flour!
I sputterd and coughed a bit as I inhaled flour (no gas mask on unfortunately, but I was wearing a gag) and blinked flour out of my eyes. What to do?
First rule of cooking...if something happens, turn off the fire! So I started to move the skillet to a cool burner first. But my hands were dangerously slippery...and the steak was cooking fast.
Grab towel (can't get rubber gloved hands into oven mit) ... grab skillet handle ... thank god Sir got the big skillet with the long handle...then move skillet.
Then I washed my hands, and looked down at myself. I was an absolute rubber mess...flour everywhere and a few blobs of eggy batter as well had fallen off my fingers onto my dress...at an embarrasing place, I might add.
I washed my hands, finished carefully battering the second steak, but had to turn the first one over (still cooking in hot oil, if not getting any hotter), then finally got the second one into the skillet.
A few minutes later, I put the skillet back on the burner, got both steaks done (the first one was a bit darker on one side than it should have been) and I dished out dinner. But the best was yet to come. I went to get maid...untie her and bring her to dinner...this was to be her night off...she didn't have to serve me or anything...I HAD been feeling generous.
She was not gagged or blindfolded, just covered in latex and restrained. When I walked into the room to untie her, her eyes bugged out and she began laughing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the room and I couldn't believe it. I was still covered in fine white flour that contrasted immensely with my black rubber dress. My hood was smudged, my dress was powdery, and my hands had become messy again with flour and bits of batter that had not washed off. I was by no means ready to sit down to a nice dinner.
At first I was angry with her, but when I looked again, I coouldn't help it. I started to laugh as well. I don't know if you have ever laughed uncontrollably while hooded and gagged, but it is not pretty. Before it was all over, I was trying to untie maid while needing to blow my nose and still giggling inside the hood behind the gag.
Well, she cleaned me up...spraying me all over in the shower and drying me off. Dinner was a bit cold, but she very nicely warmed it up for us and we actually had an enjoyable evening. However, I felt it was my responsibilitiy to clean the kitchen...she was all tied up with other things shortly after dinner anyway. :) And I got a bit of my own back when restraining her the second time.
But I think I'll leave CFS to her in the future...when I'm feeling generous again, she'll likely get a slice of cold ham for dinner...something safe!
BTW...I will post again soon to answer the questions in the comments to my last post. I had no idea this experiment would generate so many queries...but hang on...I'll get to them ASAP!
Regards
Lady
Friday, January 14, 2005
Answers to Sealed's Queries
I thought I would answer Sealed's last comment in a new Post as I did with some of Dark's earlier because the commenting thread was becoming too long for casual readers to get into.
First, let me say it is 11AM here and I am in the house as usual. I am dressed in a long black dress with fitted waist and full skirt, high collar and long sleeves. Under that I have on my corset and black knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. Under THAT, I am wearing a light grey tinted transparent full enclosure suit. For those who want to know, yes, I am catheterized and lightly plugged in both front and rear. The cath is clamped and not connected to a bag. Yesterday was a bit of an intense day of bondage, but today Sir has given me complete freedom of movement.
Sealed's last set of queries was:
Your right to call it 24/7 – thank you for explaining your protocol in detail. It really gives me an insight. I hope everyone who visits your blog reads the comments as well as the main blog, as it helps to get the picture of how thoroughly thought out your lifestyle is I can so easily appreciate the idea of never being able to see yourself without latex or touch anything but rubber. 24/7. From my point of view it’s not so much obsessive as dedicated and inspired! More a latex devotion than mania?Do you (or Sir) think of it as a sort mind game? Is the point to think of yourself only in terms of the shiny latex object you see in the mirror? Or, is the idea to separate you from the real world – a world less perfect than the latex world inside your suit? Is it a control thing – you do it only because Sir says so? Maybe it none of these things, or all of them – or maybe it’s not something it pays to spend too much time defining?It seems that so far you have not had as much difficulty with the lifestyle as many would have expected. Has it all been plain sailing because of your preparation / training, or are there times that you ever get desperate to just rip it all off? How do you work through these times? Do you get locked into the rubber or is it all self control?Do you have a set amount of time for your current 24/7 experiment and do you think you are going to make it? Do you know of any others attempting such a 24/7 lifestyle or are you unique?
First, let me say it is 11AM here and I am in the house as usual. I am dressed in a long black dress with fitted waist and full skirt, high collar and long sleeves. Under that I have on my corset and black knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. Under THAT, I am wearing a light grey tinted transparent full enclosure suit. For those who want to know, yes, I am catheterized and lightly plugged in both front and rear. The cath is clamped and not connected to a bag. Yesterday was a bit of an intense day of bondage, but today Sir has given me complete freedom of movement.
Sealed's last set of queries was:
Your right to call it 24/7 – thank you for explaining your protocol in detail. It really gives me an insight. I hope everyone who visits your blog reads the comments as well as the main blog, as it helps to get the picture of how thoroughly thought out your lifestyle is I can so easily appreciate the idea of never being able to see yourself without latex or touch anything but rubber. 24/7. From my point of view it’s not so much obsessive as dedicated and inspired! More a latex devotion than mania?Do you (or Sir) think of it as a sort mind game? Is the point to think of yourself only in terms of the shiny latex object you see in the mirror? Or, is the idea to separate you from the real world – a world less perfect than the latex world inside your suit? Is it a control thing – you do it only because Sir says so? Maybe it none of these things, or all of them – or maybe it’s not something it pays to spend too much time defining?It seems that so far you have not had as much difficulty with the lifestyle as many would have expected. Has it all been plain sailing because of your preparation / training, or are there times that you ever get desperate to just rip it all off? How do you work through these times? Do you get locked into the rubber or is it all self control?Do you have a set amount of time for your current 24/7 experiment and do you think you are going to make it? Do you know of any others attempting such a 24/7 lifestyle or are you unique?
Sealed is correct. I like to think I am more devoted to this rubber lifestyle than I am obsessed by it. In fact, as time goes on, I am forgetting that rubber is involved, in a sense. For example, I had to run out to the store this morning. After I dressed, I went downstairs, put on a pair of gloves and a gag and then threw my Burqa over my head and walked down to the store. I was literally half a block away before it struck me that I had put on gloves and gag the way other women put on gloves and hat. I honestly did not even think about how I would look in the burqa, how many people would stare at me or any of those things. This is normality now and I realized it suddenly.
The analogy I make is to moving not a new house. It is not 'home' at first. Everyday, when you get up, it seems unfamiliar, yours, but not 'HOME'. Then, suddenly, one morning it is HOME. The rubber lifestyle has assumed the same dimensions, I think. At first I was very sensitive to the fact that I could feel my suit resisting slightly when I moved, hugging me as I sat. Of course I've been wearing some rubber everyday for years, but I WAS very sensitive to the full enclosure and the fact I was gagged and out in public.
Suddenly today, I was HOME in it.
It IS a mind game, but one I play with myself as well as with Sir. I DO want to be separated from the outside world and I don't want it to intrude through my latex barrier. I am not a hypochondriac nor do I suffer from OCD, but being completely sealed makes me feel protected and at the same time, packaged...That I am an object for his use. This is, of course, the goal we've worked on for years and THAT is a apart of my D/s personality. I think in that case the latex is a means to an end. But the rubber encasement has become an end in itself as well. A way for me to be secure in a chaotic world. This also feeds into my desire to lose my ego, my humanity. I manipulate thigns, but I do not touch them. I am forever separated from the world of sensation, all sensation mediated by a layer of latex.
We went through a LOT of preparing and planning. Sir lays out these protocols to me in great detail (sometimes with drawings and such). He is meticulous because he wants to understand all the possible failure points in plan. and he wants me to understand his desires fully. This is DANGEROUS. If he doesn't plan everything right than a scenario could go badly or I could even be injured. So detail is part of the process. But, as I become more and more used to following the protocol, I become more and more secure in it and it becomes second nature. I suspect astronauts feel the same way...There is so much practice and preparation that when the real thing occurs, you don't worry about failure, you trust the protocol. Of course we all follow scripts through our day to day lives...Mine just involve total rubber enclosure now.
I AM locked into my clothes sometimes. Usually that is done with a collar and a belt of some sort as my dresses and enclosure suits are too thin to support any kind of solid hasp. And that would be prohibitively expensive to have locking and non-locking versions. Mostly, though, it is self control. Early on there were times when I just wanted to rip it all off, particularly back in Texas where it got too hot. I worked my way through those with his support and by concentrating on my desire to fulfill his requests.
Since coming here, I have not had those sensations and indeed, after particularly intense physical activity I tend to want to curl up in another layer of latex...A rubber sheet or comforter or my kimono or a robe...Just to let the sensation of my rubber skin being touched by Sir settle into normalcy again. Imagine post coital sensitivity...You are just too sensitive to be touched by your lover again for a few minutes...Now imagine that you are like that and yet you ARE being touched all over your body by thousands of hands. The only solution is the weight and feel of something soft and loose and comforting.
We have no set time limit on this experiment. I know he wants me to be like this for at least a year if I can tolerate it. Right now, it is becoming so normal that I see no problem with that. One issue would be if we had to move somewhere else where the weather was not as conducive to total enclosure. But we will swim that Tiber when we come t it.
I believe that there are some people in Germany who have tried the same fulltime lifestyle. Lioba and her Puppe, but I don't know if that is as real. We have never paid for access to the inner workings of her site. I would not be surprised if some Austrian rubberists are involved in deep immersion lifestyles. The Austrian fetishists I have met are serious and dedicated to their fetishes.
People are strange. All people. And I would not be surprised to hear of others, to find that there is a quiet underground of people attempting to alter their lifestyles in this manner. We see people doing it in the form of body modification, religious conversion, and other extremes of identification. It seems that in a world where we are told we are being homogenized into oblivion, people seek to establish identity in more and more extreme manners. This is probably normal.
I think it's a good thing.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
San Diego Morning
Awakened at 5.30 this morning to the sound of our hotel balcony railing being blown off its moorings. Our room overlooks the beach and the ocean and the wind had come up so strongly that the railing had given way. Fortunately, it did not completely fall away...just bangfed against the balcony a bit making a hellacious racket.
Sir released me from the bondage i was sleeping in and got me up. He and I went out to stand on the balcony a while in the wind. It was a glorious night...still quite dark. He was in his catsuit, sleeping hood, and gloves, and I was in my clear enclosure suit, two dildos, a rubber nightgown, 5 inch knee high boots, and my sleeping hood with my arms in an armbinder behind me.
It was scary as I was none too steady, but Sir was holding me and didn't make us get too close to the edge. Then he looked at me and said, "let's go for a walk."
I moaned at him a bit, but he was adamant, so we went back inside, changed my hood for a moouthless gag hood and put my burqa on. He took his hood off and put on a heavy rubber macintosh he brought for the weather and a pair of boots. Then we went out through the lobby of the hotel and around to the the beach entrance.
The beach was closed for the night, but there is a sidewalk you can follow that is between the beach and the street. So we walke dalong that as the sun slowly came up. It was cold and wet and windy..>Sir said, "I was hoping for some good weather! This is great!" I mrpphhd a reply through my gag!
I did not think we would see anyone. It was not a fit night out for man nor beast as Sir's mother used to say. But sure enoough, ahead of us in the lessening gloom at 6.30 in the morning, a bike rider was cycling her way down the sidewalk. She was nearly blown off course a couple of times by the wind, but steadily made her way toward us.
Sir and I stepped to the side as she passed. She said thank you and gave me a long stare as she took in the burqa...but didn't lose her balance. My burqa was flying behind me like a huge rubber sail and even dragging me backward a bit. Sir said it was wonderful to see.
In a moment she was gone in the mist and rain and we continued our walk...the macintoshed man and his bowing ghost of a companion.
We walked on for a while, but I started to shiver in the tight rubber and the burqa was not enough to keep me warm, so he turned us back and we may our way to the hotel. The doorman had come back on duty during our absence and he greeted us cordialy and held the door while we went in and walked over to the elevators. The desk staff looked at us a bit, but of course said nothing and within two minutes we were back in our room.
Sir took the burqa off me and told me to go back to bed. I was still bound in the armbinder but I tried to point out that I had a gag hood on, not a sleeping hood. He got it, but told me to lay down and try to go back to sleep. I did, but I didn't sleep. I will not go into personal details, but suffice it to say that a gag was a good idea for the next couple hours. :)
Sir released me from the bondage i was sleeping in and got me up. He and I went out to stand on the balcony a while in the wind. It was a glorious night...still quite dark. He was in his catsuit, sleeping hood, and gloves, and I was in my clear enclosure suit, two dildos, a rubber nightgown, 5 inch knee high boots, and my sleeping hood with my arms in an armbinder behind me.
It was scary as I was none too steady, but Sir was holding me and didn't make us get too close to the edge. Then he looked at me and said, "let's go for a walk."
I moaned at him a bit, but he was adamant, so we went back inside, changed my hood for a moouthless gag hood and put my burqa on. He took his hood off and put on a heavy rubber macintosh he brought for the weather and a pair of boots. Then we went out through the lobby of the hotel and around to the the beach entrance.
The beach was closed for the night, but there is a sidewalk you can follow that is between the beach and the street. So we walke dalong that as the sun slowly came up. It was cold and wet and windy..>Sir said, "I was hoping for some good weather! This is great!" I mrpphhd a reply through my gag!
I did not think we would see anyone. It was not a fit night out for man nor beast as Sir's mother used to say. But sure enoough, ahead of us in the lessening gloom at 6.30 in the morning, a bike rider was cycling her way down the sidewalk. She was nearly blown off course a couple of times by the wind, but steadily made her way toward us.
Sir and I stepped to the side as she passed. She said thank you and gave me a long stare as she took in the burqa...but didn't lose her balance. My burqa was flying behind me like a huge rubber sail and even dragging me backward a bit. Sir said it was wonderful to see.
In a moment she was gone in the mist and rain and we continued our walk...the macintoshed man and his bowing ghost of a companion.
We walked on for a while, but I started to shiver in the tight rubber and the burqa was not enough to keep me warm, so he turned us back and we may our way to the hotel. The doorman had come back on duty during our absence and he greeted us cordialy and held the door while we went in and walked over to the elevators. The desk staff looked at us a bit, but of course said nothing and within two minutes we were back in our room.
Sir took the burqa off me and told me to go back to bed. I was still bound in the armbinder but I tried to point out that I had a gag hood on, not a sleeping hood. He got it, but told me to lay down and try to go back to sleep. I did, but I didn't sleep. I will not go into personal details, but suffice it to say that a gag was a good idea for the next couple hours. :)
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Traveling ... in a Rubber Burqa
Sir surprised me yesterday and told me I was travelling with him to San Diego. This has not been totally unusual in the past, but our schedules seldom meshed. Now, since I am unemployed, I can travel with him any time he wishes.
The kicker is, of course, that I am now in the 24/7 enclosure regimen. I was quite concerned about trying to get on board an aircraft without breaking my regimen and uncovering my face in public.
Over the last five weeks since we started this on Dec 1, I have not shown my face to anyone except Sir and our maid who helps me dress. I have actually become very comfortable with wearing the burqa in public and the thought of showing up at an airport with a naked head was unpleasant.
Sir questioned a couple of TSA workers last week and they said that there would be no problem. Sir described me as a devoout muslim woman and they said that because it is a religious practice to cover myself completely, I would not have to show my face and I could have a private search if I wanted. But there was still a wrinkle.
Before you go thru the metal detector, you must first show photo ID and boarding pass when you enter the security line. The people checking this are often NOT TSA. They are airport employees and are not given the sensitivity training TSA is. Sir asked three of these people as he was travelling and got three different answers. One woman said I woould HAVE to show my face or she would never let me through. Another said that no, they would skip the ID check if I was veiled for religious reasons. The third said they didn't know.
So Sir asked the ticket agent what to do and the airline came up with a solution. before we arrived at the airport, I was placed in a white open face rubber hood from my nun's habit. That makes it look rather like a muslim hijab...the scarf-like head covering many muslim women wear. Then I had to wear my burqa over that. i wasn't completly happy with this because my face was still exposed. but at least no one cold see it while I was in the burqa.
You need to understand that I have been wearing a full face covering hood (or two) virtually consinuously since Dec 1. I have become very comfortable with my new status and not having tight rubber across my face felt WEIRD! But we felt we had to do this in case a photo ID was going to be checked.
Sir took me to the electronic checkin kiosk and we got boarding passes...no ID required. But then he went to the ticket counter and explained that I was not allowed to show my face ... we would need a little help getting into the security queue. A very nice ticket agent explained it to the lady checking IDs and she went and spoke to a TSA agent.
The TSA agent came up and said it was not a problem. I could accompany her to a private area and lift my veil long enough for her to check my ID. this is what Sir had expected and why I wore an open faced hood. She took me behind a curtain and I raised the burqa enough for her to check my ID. Then she escorted me back to Sir.
She could NOT have been more professional and sensitive. She did NOT try to speak with me or have me speak because Sir explained I was not to speak to strangers. She took two seconds to verify my face against my passport and handed it back to me with a smile. I covered myself again and she didn't even seem surprised that my head covering under the burqa was white latex. or that my dress was black rubber too.
I passed through the metal detector, holding the burqa close to me to keep it from touching the sides and Sir follwoed with our carry ons. I was then asked to step aside and to be specially wanded and my carry ons searched. Sir had anticipated this and there was no issue. He told them I would want this done in private and they took me behind another screen. I had actually arrived at the airport in just a pair of rubber swim shoes so these could be taken off...they gave me no hassle about my rubber stockings.
We had to show boarding passes to two other people, but did NOT have to show ID any further. The whole ID thing was merely an extra 2 minutes.
The airline lounge staff showed no surprised at all to see a burqa'd woman and we waited the 2 hours before our flight in comfort. But first I had a task to perform. Sir pulled my knee high rubber boots and two hoods from his carry on and sent me to the ladies room to put them on so I would be properly covered for the flight.
I went to the ladies room and only mildly startled a woman who was at the lavatory as i wafted past and into a stall holding th eboots and a coule of hoods. The hoods went over the white open faced hood and were both black. The first one was a full face hood with eyes nose and nouth holes from DeMask. The second hood was one of my mouthless hoods with a small penis gag that covers my face but prevents speech. I don't usually wear these in public, but Sir said he had made that choice to insure my silence on the plane.
The flight was delayed by an hour so I had to sit at the gate for a while. That wasn't too bad, but there were some children travelling with parents and THEY were very interested in the lady in her shiny covering. They didn't come over though, I did see one mother talking to a little girl probably about 7 or 8 years old and looking up at me from time to time.
When we finally stepped onto our flight and settled in our seats (in first class) I was properly encased again and very comfortable. The flight attendants were polite and I had a very nice flight of about 2 hours duration. We deplaned and waited a while for our luggage. I did get MANY stares both on the plane and in the concourse. Sir made ME take the aisle seat so that people going up and down the aisle would see me. But, as usual, no one said anything to me and even the flight attendants seemed to understand that I could not speak to them.
After we had our luggage, we went out to the taxi queue which, tonight, was in pouring rain. I think I was actually envied by many of the passengers since my "rain burqa" was perfectly suited for the very unseasonal rainstorm here in San Diego.
Checking in at the hotel was no problem. Again, I got lots of starees, but no comments. Sir even met a couple of people he knew and mentioned that he had brought his wife, but I just stood behind him as I have been trained to do. We then went up to our room and I unpacked, changed into evening rubber and we went to dinner. Of course, at dinner (a very nice steak place) I stood behind his chair while he ate. I was fed later here in the room.
I don't know what tomorrow's schedule is...It would be interesting to attend the conferecne like this, but I do not know what he intends. I guess I'll find out later. Now it is time for bed.
Lady
The kicker is, of course, that I am now in the 24/7 enclosure regimen. I was quite concerned about trying to get on board an aircraft without breaking my regimen and uncovering my face in public.
Over the last five weeks since we started this on Dec 1, I have not shown my face to anyone except Sir and our maid who helps me dress. I have actually become very comfortable with wearing the burqa in public and the thought of showing up at an airport with a naked head was unpleasant.
Sir questioned a couple of TSA workers last week and they said that there would be no problem. Sir described me as a devoout muslim woman and they said that because it is a religious practice to cover myself completely, I would not have to show my face and I could have a private search if I wanted. But there was still a wrinkle.
Before you go thru the metal detector, you must first show photo ID and boarding pass when you enter the security line. The people checking this are often NOT TSA. They are airport employees and are not given the sensitivity training TSA is. Sir asked three of these people as he was travelling and got three different answers. One woman said I woould HAVE to show my face or she would never let me through. Another said that no, they would skip the ID check if I was veiled for religious reasons. The third said they didn't know.
So Sir asked the ticket agent what to do and the airline came up with a solution. before we arrived at the airport, I was placed in a white open face rubber hood from my nun's habit. That makes it look rather like a muslim hijab...the scarf-like head covering many muslim women wear. Then I had to wear my burqa over that. i wasn't completly happy with this because my face was still exposed. but at least no one cold see it while I was in the burqa.
You need to understand that I have been wearing a full face covering hood (or two) virtually consinuously since Dec 1. I have become very comfortable with my new status and not having tight rubber across my face felt WEIRD! But we felt we had to do this in case a photo ID was going to be checked.
Sir took me to the electronic checkin kiosk and we got boarding passes...no ID required. But then he went to the ticket counter and explained that I was not allowed to show my face ... we would need a little help getting into the security queue. A very nice ticket agent explained it to the lady checking IDs and she went and spoke to a TSA agent.
The TSA agent came up and said it was not a problem. I could accompany her to a private area and lift my veil long enough for her to check my ID. this is what Sir had expected and why I wore an open faced hood. She took me behind a curtain and I raised the burqa enough for her to check my ID. Then she escorted me back to Sir.
She could NOT have been more professional and sensitive. She did NOT try to speak with me or have me speak because Sir explained I was not to speak to strangers. She took two seconds to verify my face against my passport and handed it back to me with a smile. I covered myself again and she didn't even seem surprised that my head covering under the burqa was white latex. or that my dress was black rubber too.
I passed through the metal detector, holding the burqa close to me to keep it from touching the sides and Sir follwoed with our carry ons. I was then asked to step aside and to be specially wanded and my carry ons searched. Sir had anticipated this and there was no issue. He told them I would want this done in private and they took me behind another screen. I had actually arrived at the airport in just a pair of rubber swim shoes so these could be taken off...they gave me no hassle about my rubber stockings.
We had to show boarding passes to two other people, but did NOT have to show ID any further. The whole ID thing was merely an extra 2 minutes.
The airline lounge staff showed no surprised at all to see a burqa'd woman and we waited the 2 hours before our flight in comfort. But first I had a task to perform. Sir pulled my knee high rubber boots and two hoods from his carry on and sent me to the ladies room to put them on so I would be properly covered for the flight.
I went to the ladies room and only mildly startled a woman who was at the lavatory as i wafted past and into a stall holding th eboots and a coule of hoods. The hoods went over the white open faced hood and were both black. The first one was a full face hood with eyes nose and nouth holes from DeMask. The second hood was one of my mouthless hoods with a small penis gag that covers my face but prevents speech. I don't usually wear these in public, but Sir said he had made that choice to insure my silence on the plane.
The flight was delayed by an hour so I had to sit at the gate for a while. That wasn't too bad, but there were some children travelling with parents and THEY were very interested in the lady in her shiny covering. They didn't come over though, I did see one mother talking to a little girl probably about 7 or 8 years old and looking up at me from time to time.
When we finally stepped onto our flight and settled in our seats (in first class) I was properly encased again and very comfortable. The flight attendants were polite and I had a very nice flight of about 2 hours duration. We deplaned and waited a while for our luggage. I did get MANY stares both on the plane and in the concourse. Sir made ME take the aisle seat so that people going up and down the aisle would see me. But, as usual, no one said anything to me and even the flight attendants seemed to understand that I could not speak to them.
After we had our luggage, we went out to the taxi queue which, tonight, was in pouring rain. I think I was actually envied by many of the passengers since my "rain burqa" was perfectly suited for the very unseasonal rainstorm here in San Diego.
Checking in at the hotel was no problem. Again, I got lots of starees, but no comments. Sir even met a couple of people he knew and mentioned that he had brought his wife, but I just stood behind him as I have been trained to do. We then went up to our room and I unpacked, changed into evening rubber and we went to dinner. Of course, at dinner (a very nice steak place) I stood behind his chair while he ate. I was fed later here in the room.
I don't know what tomorrow's schedule is...It would be interesting to attend the conferecne like this, but I do not know what he intends. I guess I'll find out later. Now it is time for bed.
Lady
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Christmas ... With Family
While we are not religious, Sir and i do keep Christmas. We enjoy a tree and having family come in and presents and lights and all the trimmings. I suppose we are celebrating the solstice as much as anything...the turning of the year and the return of longer days.
After my little adventure shopping at the mall, I had finished wrapping sir's presents and those for our son. He was visiting us in our new California home for the holiday. I was a little trepidatious about his visit, since he hadn't been told about our new experiment. But he was used ot seeing me in latex street wear, so I didn't think we would have too much toruble.
Our son is a rubberist as well. He's 25 now and came out to us a few years ago after he graduated university. As I said, Sir and I have worn street rubber for decades, never saying anything about it as a fetish. he was used to what he used to call my "shiny" clothes that I wore on weekends and in the evening. so, when he showed up for a visit a few years ago in latex jeans and t shirt and explained that he was into it as well, we all just shrugged and moved on. We didn't discuss his sexual proclivities or ours ... just our respective fahion sense.
We had to collect him at the airport on Christmas eve, which ment another burqa-bound outing for me. I had not been to an airport in full enclosure before and I was quite concerned about security people being weirded outr by it. Sir told me it would be no problem as we were not going behind security, but I was still nervous. He had me wear a full enclosure catsuit of thin, clear rubber, with open eyes and a black hood with no mouth, so I was gagged, but only while out in public.
Over that I was corseted, booted, gloved, and dressed in a long, straight dress with high collar and long sleeves in black rubber...it's not one of my favorite, full skirted dresses, but still, quite normal for wearing on the street. While straight, it is not slinky tight, but fairly loose and it stops mid calf. I've worn it many times in public in the past...just never hooded and covered by my shroud.
I have actually started to enjoy looking at myself in the mirror when i wear the burqa. It is a quite a nice garment, loose and flowing as the rubber is very light. It falls all the way to the floor of course...and even drags a little to cover my feet. My boots all have at least four inch heels, so it is quite long to keep even them from being seen. I had a little trouble at fist learnign to walk in it without tripping, but it's better now.
We drove to the airport with me sittting in the front seat. I haven't tried to drive in the burqa, but I understand Saudi women do sometimes, so I suppose I could learn. Of course, Sir's attitude at the moment is that I am not allowed to. vision is quite restricted...no peripheral vision at all, but I don't really feel limited in sight when I wear it. not sure what a cop would do if he stopped a burqa-d woman and had to ask for ID only to discover she couldn't speak!
Several people in the parking garage and the ticket area stared at us as we walked in, but no one said anything. There was a large crowd of folks waiting for family to arrive and they were certainly multi-cultural. I saw several muslima in hajib and jilbab coats and no one paid them much attentiton. As I said, we took a few stares, but no one made a big deal of the burqa'd woman awaiting her son.
Sir wore his latex jeans over his catsuit. he's been wearing rubber almost as much as I have since we started this little venture. it was cool and he slipped his leather bomber over that, but made no attempt to hide the rubber top portion of the catsuit. He decided ai would be comfortable enough in three layers and I didn't have any other coat on. I think, if I had to wear a coat, I would wear it under the burqa, not over.
We didn't have long to wait. Our son walked out of security after we'd been there only a few minutes. he was dressed in a pair of latex jeans and a white cotton tee-shirt. I DID see a look of surprise on his face as he saw his father, then realized I was the one next to him. He walked up and said, "what's this?" and Sir just told him it was something new...he would explain as we headed for the car.
I couldn't say anything, but I reached up and kissed him through the burqa. He seemed Ok with that and we headed for the car. Sir explained that we had entered a new stage of our rubber life and that I was going to be encased for the entire time of his visit. he laid out the ground rules...full enclosure, gagged when in public, no showing my face and no contact with anything on my skin except rubber. Son's reaction was, "cool!"
He had some questions, about things like shopping, going out, what would I wear around the house...but seemed to quickly click to the fact that I couldn't answer until we got home and that other than that, things would be pretty normal.
Once we got home I removed the burqa and the black hood. Son actually said I looked good in the clear rubber hood of the catsuit and was complimentary about my dress.
That evening, he and Sir both changed into catsuits and Sir put his Priest's frock on over that. He had me change into my red nun's habit, with wimple and veil over the clear enclosure suit. We had a simple dinner, which is normal for Christmas Eve at our house. It WAS weird because it was so mundane. During dinner I knelt next to Sir and he fed me bites off his plate. But we talked about Son's career, his car, his girlfriend and other things while we ate dinner.
Later, in the living room, I curled up on the floor, next to Sir's chair which is my usual place now. Son didn't seem concerned about this either. We talked a bit about his girlfriend. She is into his fetish as well, but had to go home to New York for the holidays. We talked about the two of them coming up to see us later, maybe around Easter or so. He said she would be cool with our lifestyle as well and talked about the hooded dress he got her for Christmas. He had already given it to her before she caught her plane for NY. We laughed about the fact that she took it with her and thought she might get to a fetish club over the holiday...sans parental units, though.
We were all tired, so about 11 or so, Sir sent me up to get ready for bed. He and Son talked a bit more, then came up as well. By that time, I was undressed and in bed, but still in the enclosure suit...that's about as naked as I get now. Son said goodnight through the door and Sir joined me for the night. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it was an enjoyable Christmas eve with Sir!
Christmas morning we all slept late. About 9am we were all up and had Christmas. I got a lovely new dress, a very tight hobble skirt, two Studio Gum heavy duty hoods and a thinner condom hood...no eyeholes and a thin rubber sheath in my mouth so I can be used orally and can't speak. This one is from Austria, I gather.
I also got books and other things. Son got me several books and we gave him DVDs, CDs, a couple of video games, and gift certificates. Usual sort of Christmas. Again, weird only because it was so mundane, while I was completely encased in a red catsuit with red hood and a red rubber kimono. After presents, Sir put me in the new thin condom helmet which is red too. he then had me kneel facing him for about 2 hours while he and Son watched TV and talked.
This was disconcerting because I was all positioned for him to use me orally (which is NOT uncommon when we are home alone) and yet, our son was there as well. I had some concern that I was about to be introduced to family sex in a most bizarre way, but Sir has never been interested in that at ALL, so I calmed down pretty quickly.
After a few hours, they decided we should go see a movie. the condom hood was removed and I was sent upstairs to change out of the kimono. I put on my corset and a pair of black boots, then a simple red rubber dress with short sleeves. It is a mini-dress and comes to just above my knees. I picked up my black mouthless hood and a pair of black gloves and went back downstairs.
Sir and Son were ready...dressed alike in rubber jeans and t-shirts. Sir put my black mouthless hood on me, explaining to our son that this is how he enforces my silence in public. Son actually helped, zipping the hood shut and smoothing it over my neck and head. Then Sir handed Son a black posture collar for me. It felt very strange to have my son putting a posture collar around my throat, holding my head back slightly to get it to fit, then lacing it closed in back. This collar is one of my favorites...it is the Demask collar that covers the lower half of my face but doesn't force my head back to much. So, with the burqa on, I had four layers of rubber covering my face. It felt so comfy! And knowing that I could share this with my son as well as with Sir was exhilarating.
When he was done, he made the comment that he wants to get one of these collars for his girlfriend.
We went out to a multi-cinema and watched the movie (Lemonny Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events) without incident. There were some people who saw me and whispered to themselve, but no one said anything about our little family group. We had quite a nice afternoon.
So that's how I spent Christmas and how we made our son aware of what we are doing with our latex lifestyle. Boxing day was just spent lazing around the house, all three of us in rubber and Sir showed Son some of the more elaborate bondage he puts me in, like my arm binder and my vacuum bed. Finally, on monday, we took him to the airport and sent him home. By this time we had been out to after christmas sales, movies and dinner and I was getting completely comfortable being out in the burqa. I understand why some women choose to cover like this. It is actually very comfortable to be covered, but able to see. to be isolated in the middle of crowds...theydo seem to part like the red sea when we walk down a crowded aisle at the mall.
I'll write more about the next stage in my next article. Up to this point I had been taking my skin suits off and bathing and spending some time unencased. I was sleeping in loose nightgowns under rubber sheets after Sir undressed me at night. But that changed after Christmas. More about that later.
After my little adventure shopping at the mall, I had finished wrapping sir's presents and those for our son. He was visiting us in our new California home for the holiday. I was a little trepidatious about his visit, since he hadn't been told about our new experiment. But he was used ot seeing me in latex street wear, so I didn't think we would have too much toruble.
Our son is a rubberist as well. He's 25 now and came out to us a few years ago after he graduated university. As I said, Sir and I have worn street rubber for decades, never saying anything about it as a fetish. he was used to what he used to call my "shiny" clothes that I wore on weekends and in the evening. so, when he showed up for a visit a few years ago in latex jeans and t shirt and explained that he was into it as well, we all just shrugged and moved on. We didn't discuss his sexual proclivities or ours ... just our respective fahion sense.
We had to collect him at the airport on Christmas eve, which ment another burqa-bound outing for me. I had not been to an airport in full enclosure before and I was quite concerned about security people being weirded outr by it. Sir told me it would be no problem as we were not going behind security, but I was still nervous. He had me wear a full enclosure catsuit of thin, clear rubber, with open eyes and a black hood with no mouth, so I was gagged, but only while out in public.
Over that I was corseted, booted, gloved, and dressed in a long, straight dress with high collar and long sleeves in black rubber...it's not one of my favorite, full skirted dresses, but still, quite normal for wearing on the street. While straight, it is not slinky tight, but fairly loose and it stops mid calf. I've worn it many times in public in the past...just never hooded and covered by my shroud.
I have actually started to enjoy looking at myself in the mirror when i wear the burqa. It is a quite a nice garment, loose and flowing as the rubber is very light. It falls all the way to the floor of course...and even drags a little to cover my feet. My boots all have at least four inch heels, so it is quite long to keep even them from being seen. I had a little trouble at fist learnign to walk in it without tripping, but it's better now.
We drove to the airport with me sittting in the front seat. I haven't tried to drive in the burqa, but I understand Saudi women do sometimes, so I suppose I could learn. Of course, Sir's attitude at the moment is that I am not allowed to. vision is quite restricted...no peripheral vision at all, but I don't really feel limited in sight when I wear it. not sure what a cop would do if he stopped a burqa-d woman and had to ask for ID only to discover she couldn't speak!
Several people in the parking garage and the ticket area stared at us as we walked in, but no one said anything. There was a large crowd of folks waiting for family to arrive and they were certainly multi-cultural. I saw several muslima in hajib and jilbab coats and no one paid them much attentiton. As I said, we took a few stares, but no one made a big deal of the burqa'd woman awaiting her son.
Sir wore his latex jeans over his catsuit. he's been wearing rubber almost as much as I have since we started this little venture. it was cool and he slipped his leather bomber over that, but made no attempt to hide the rubber top portion of the catsuit. He decided ai would be comfortable enough in three layers and I didn't have any other coat on. I think, if I had to wear a coat, I would wear it under the burqa, not over.
We didn't have long to wait. Our son walked out of security after we'd been there only a few minutes. he was dressed in a pair of latex jeans and a white cotton tee-shirt. I DID see a look of surprise on his face as he saw his father, then realized I was the one next to him. He walked up and said, "what's this?" and Sir just told him it was something new...he would explain as we headed for the car.
I couldn't say anything, but I reached up and kissed him through the burqa. He seemed Ok with that and we headed for the car. Sir explained that we had entered a new stage of our rubber life and that I was going to be encased for the entire time of his visit. he laid out the ground rules...full enclosure, gagged when in public, no showing my face and no contact with anything on my skin except rubber. Son's reaction was, "cool!"
He had some questions, about things like shopping, going out, what would I wear around the house...but seemed to quickly click to the fact that I couldn't answer until we got home and that other than that, things would be pretty normal.
Once we got home I removed the burqa and the black hood. Son actually said I looked good in the clear rubber hood of the catsuit and was complimentary about my dress.
That evening, he and Sir both changed into catsuits and Sir put his Priest's frock on over that. He had me change into my red nun's habit, with wimple and veil over the clear enclosure suit. We had a simple dinner, which is normal for Christmas Eve at our house. It WAS weird because it was so mundane. During dinner I knelt next to Sir and he fed me bites off his plate. But we talked about Son's career, his car, his girlfriend and other things while we ate dinner.
Later, in the living room, I curled up on the floor, next to Sir's chair which is my usual place now. Son didn't seem concerned about this either. We talked a bit about his girlfriend. She is into his fetish as well, but had to go home to New York for the holidays. We talked about the two of them coming up to see us later, maybe around Easter or so. He said she would be cool with our lifestyle as well and talked about the hooded dress he got her for Christmas. He had already given it to her before she caught her plane for NY. We laughed about the fact that she took it with her and thought she might get to a fetish club over the holiday...sans parental units, though.
We were all tired, so about 11 or so, Sir sent me up to get ready for bed. He and Son talked a bit more, then came up as well. By that time, I was undressed and in bed, but still in the enclosure suit...that's about as naked as I get now. Son said goodnight through the door and Sir joined me for the night. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it was an enjoyable Christmas eve with Sir!
Christmas morning we all slept late. About 9am we were all up and had Christmas. I got a lovely new dress, a very tight hobble skirt, two Studio Gum heavy duty hoods and a thinner condom hood...no eyeholes and a thin rubber sheath in my mouth so I can be used orally and can't speak. This one is from Austria, I gather.
I also got books and other things. Son got me several books and we gave him DVDs, CDs, a couple of video games, and gift certificates. Usual sort of Christmas. Again, weird only because it was so mundane, while I was completely encased in a red catsuit with red hood and a red rubber kimono. After presents, Sir put me in the new thin condom helmet which is red too. he then had me kneel facing him for about 2 hours while he and Son watched TV and talked.
This was disconcerting because I was all positioned for him to use me orally (which is NOT uncommon when we are home alone) and yet, our son was there as well. I had some concern that I was about to be introduced to family sex in a most bizarre way, but Sir has never been interested in that at ALL, so I calmed down pretty quickly.
After a few hours, they decided we should go see a movie. the condom hood was removed and I was sent upstairs to change out of the kimono. I put on my corset and a pair of black boots, then a simple red rubber dress with short sleeves. It is a mini-dress and comes to just above my knees. I picked up my black mouthless hood and a pair of black gloves and went back downstairs.
Sir and Son were ready...dressed alike in rubber jeans and t-shirts. Sir put my black mouthless hood on me, explaining to our son that this is how he enforces my silence in public. Son actually helped, zipping the hood shut and smoothing it over my neck and head. Then Sir handed Son a black posture collar for me. It felt very strange to have my son putting a posture collar around my throat, holding my head back slightly to get it to fit, then lacing it closed in back. This collar is one of my favorites...it is the Demask collar that covers the lower half of my face but doesn't force my head back to much. So, with the burqa on, I had four layers of rubber covering my face. It felt so comfy! And knowing that I could share this with my son as well as with Sir was exhilarating.
When he was done, he made the comment that he wants to get one of these collars for his girlfriend.
We went out to a multi-cinema and watched the movie (Lemonny Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events) without incident. There were some people who saw me and whispered to themselve, but no one said anything about our little family group. We had quite a nice afternoon.
So that's how I spent Christmas and how we made our son aware of what we are doing with our latex lifestyle. Boxing day was just spent lazing around the house, all three of us in rubber and Sir showed Son some of the more elaborate bondage he puts me in, like my arm binder and my vacuum bed. Finally, on monday, we took him to the airport and sent him home. By this time we had been out to after christmas sales, movies and dinner and I was getting completely comfortable being out in the burqa. I understand why some women choose to cover like this. It is actually very comfortable to be covered, but able to see. to be isolated in the middle of crowds...theydo seem to part like the red sea when we walk down a crowded aisle at the mall.
I'll write more about the next stage in my next article. Up to this point I had been taking my skin suits off and bathing and spending some time unencased. I was sleeping in loose nightgowns under rubber sheets after Sir undressed me at night. But that changed after Christmas. More about that later.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Reply to Dark's Questions
Dark posted some queries to my last article. I thought I would answer them here rather than in another comment to that article.
Very nice questions, Dark.
Sir and I have found that very thin latex is the least reactive. My transparent latex is very thin (and fragile) and for this new experiment in 24/7 enclosure, I am taken out of my full enclosure suits and bathed at least once, sometimes twice a day.
We lubricate the suits with a silicone spray or lotion, sometimes, but I find that I can usually slip into even tight latex with no lubricant. I have never had much skin reaction to rubber and I don't generally develop rashes or redness. Just lucky, I guess.
We have found that washing new latex items in a mild soap before we wear them helps a great deal to make them more wearable. Sir develops sweat rashes when he wears too heavy an outfit for too long or in too hot a weather.
I am a bit concerned that in the summer, when I go our fully encased, I may develop some heat-based reaction, but Sir assures me I won't be out that much in the sun. the weather here in Northern California is far more conducive to this experiement than that of Texas.
The biggest problem I've had in the last week is learning to sleep in my hoods. At first, I found that as soon as I drifted off to sleep I would wake up feeling that I couldn't breathe. But, after a few nights, I was much better. I have learned that sleeping on my stomach or on my side is better than on my back.
We haven't moved on to sleeping in the vac bed for full nights yet. I have dropped off to sleep in it or in my inflatable body suit on occassion after a heavy bondage session, but never for a full night.
I do not miss 'normal' clothes. Sir has had me dress formally for years...that is, no slacks or pants...always skirts, dresses, and suits. I enjoyed wearing my nice suits and dresses, but since I began wearing latex undergarments several years ago, I have become very used to the feel of latex against my skin. So, dressing in it all the time doesn't raise any nostalgia for wool, cotton, silk, or leather. I actually wore leather in my former life a lot. I have several very nice leather business suits and outfits because Sir and I both enjoyed the look of it.
Wearing rubber is not mundane, but it is normal. Of course, I have just begun to wear it exclusively and there is still a definite frisson of fear and excitement when I have to go outside. I don't have a problem being fully enclosed in the house. It just feels comfortable. I've been wearing full enclosure suits for many hours most evenings for the past couple of years, so the extended time has not been that hard to get used to.
I DO wear a lot of transparent clothing around the house. Enclosure suits, dresses, and catsuits and hoods. Sir enjoys the look of very thin transparent latex with color tints, so one of my favorite items is a thin, transparent lavender rubber nightgown.
I would have to ask sir about writing any sort of biography. He has ordered me to publish our latest experiences on this blog, though, so who knows. As far as pictures go, there will be some on this blog and there are some at my yahoo profile (latexladyll).
Whenever we go out, with me gagged and in full enclosure under the burqa, Sir has been with me so far. I do not know if or when he will require me to venture forth totally on my own. The other day in the mall, he told me to go shop for his Christmas gifts, but he was always nearby in case i had any trouble. In fact, he was just about to come help me out with the adamant clerk when i remembered I had cash enough for the purchase.
I DO wear the burqa out to dinner...I just am not allowed to eat!
I can't eat because I am gagged under the burqa when we go out in public. I will write about our experiences at a resaturant in my next article.
Very nice questions, Dark.
Sir and I have found that very thin latex is the least reactive. My transparent latex is very thin (and fragile) and for this new experiment in 24/7 enclosure, I am taken out of my full enclosure suits and bathed at least once, sometimes twice a day.
We lubricate the suits with a silicone spray or lotion, sometimes, but I find that I can usually slip into even tight latex with no lubricant. I have never had much skin reaction to rubber and I don't generally develop rashes or redness. Just lucky, I guess.
We have found that washing new latex items in a mild soap before we wear them helps a great deal to make them more wearable. Sir develops sweat rashes when he wears too heavy an outfit for too long or in too hot a weather.
I am a bit concerned that in the summer, when I go our fully encased, I may develop some heat-based reaction, but Sir assures me I won't be out that much in the sun. the weather here in Northern California is far more conducive to this experiement than that of Texas.
The biggest problem I've had in the last week is learning to sleep in my hoods. At first, I found that as soon as I drifted off to sleep I would wake up feeling that I couldn't breathe. But, after a few nights, I was much better. I have learned that sleeping on my stomach or on my side is better than on my back.
We haven't moved on to sleeping in the vac bed for full nights yet. I have dropped off to sleep in it or in my inflatable body suit on occassion after a heavy bondage session, but never for a full night.
I do not miss 'normal' clothes. Sir has had me dress formally for years...that is, no slacks or pants...always skirts, dresses, and suits. I enjoyed wearing my nice suits and dresses, but since I began wearing latex undergarments several years ago, I have become very used to the feel of latex against my skin. So, dressing in it all the time doesn't raise any nostalgia for wool, cotton, silk, or leather. I actually wore leather in my former life a lot. I have several very nice leather business suits and outfits because Sir and I both enjoyed the look of it.
Wearing rubber is not mundane, but it is normal. Of course, I have just begun to wear it exclusively and there is still a definite frisson of fear and excitement when I have to go outside. I don't have a problem being fully enclosed in the house. It just feels comfortable. I've been wearing full enclosure suits for many hours most evenings for the past couple of years, so the extended time has not been that hard to get used to.
I DO wear a lot of transparent clothing around the house. Enclosure suits, dresses, and catsuits and hoods. Sir enjoys the look of very thin transparent latex with color tints, so one of my favorite items is a thin, transparent lavender rubber nightgown.
I would have to ask sir about writing any sort of biography. He has ordered me to publish our latest experiences on this blog, though, so who knows. As far as pictures go, there will be some on this blog and there are some at my yahoo profile (latexladyll).
Whenever we go out, with me gagged and in full enclosure under the burqa, Sir has been with me so far. I do not know if or when he will require me to venture forth totally on my own. The other day in the mall, he told me to go shop for his Christmas gifts, but he was always nearby in case i had any trouble. In fact, he was just about to come help me out with the adamant clerk when i remembered I had cash enough for the purchase.
I DO wear the burqa out to dinner...I just am not allowed to eat!
I can't eat because I am gagged under the burqa when we go out in public. I will write about our experiences at a resaturant in my next article.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Christmas Shopping
We went shopping several times last weekend and this week. During all of these trips, I was in full enclosure and covered by the latex burqa.
On the first trip on the weekend before Christmas, I was dressed in the following:
Black latex corset...with bust cups
Stockings, and panties in clear latex
Black, full length skirt...Not a hobble skirt, but straight and narrow
Black long sleeved blouse with high collar
Black elbow length gloves under the sleeves of the blouse
Black full face hood with no mouth hole
Black, knee high latex boots with 4" spike heels
Black latex burqa
The first place we went to was a Christmas tree lot. Sir and I wandered the lot, looking for a good tree. There were lots of stares, of course, but he picked one out and I went to stand by our car while he paid for the tree. Watching people watch me was hilarious, but no one approached or said anything to me. I noticed a few people talking to each other and looking our way as Sir loaded the tree onto the car roof. I wonder what would have happened if I had slipped into the driver's seat
After dropping the tree at home and getting it set up (during which I was not allowed to change clothes, just to take off the burqa), we went shopping at a large mall. Sir valet parked the car and I did get a "wow" from the valet as he opened my door to let me out. I was riding in the back seat and the windows are tinted, so he didn't see what I had on until I got out of the car.
Nothing much happened while shopping with Sir. I actually saw two other women dressed in Muslim dress (but not in burqas) and they gave me some odd looks, but we just passed each other by. Sir would steer me into a shop, hold up an item or two or I would point something out and he would finally take it up and pay for it. I just stood a few feet behind him and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The clerks in the department stores gave me some curious glances, but the clerks in the more upscale boutiques seemed to hardly notice I was there.
I did run into a bit of trouble when Sir sent me off alone to shop for him. I went into a large bookstore and located the books I wanted to buy for him, but the lady behind the counter was unhappy with me paying by credit card. She wanted to see a photo ID, which I presented, but she couldn't verify it against my face. She was quite polite, but also adamant that she needed to see my face and I don't think she understood why I was not speaking to her.
I could not speak and I couldn't see Sir anywhere nearby. Ultimately, I pulled out cash and paid for the books that way. Sir had made me carry a small purse under the burqa for cash and credit cards. So the lesson I learned was that I will most likely be limited to cash for shopping. EVERYONE is likely to want to verify my face against my photo ID and that's just not going to be happening.
When the clerk had bagged my books and handed them to me, I turned around and saw Sir on the other side of the store. He was laughing to himself because he had seen me having to deal with the woman (who was not particularly amused, I must say). But afterwards, he told me I had done well, and he was quite proud.
More later...We went to dinner one evening after shopping! And then there was Christmas with family!
Latex Lady
On the first trip on the weekend before Christmas, I was dressed in the following:
Black latex corset...with bust cups
Stockings, and panties in clear latex
Black, full length skirt...Not a hobble skirt, but straight and narrow
Black long sleeved blouse with high collar
Black elbow length gloves under the sleeves of the blouse
Black full face hood with no mouth hole
Black, knee high latex boots with 4" spike heels
Black latex burqa
The first place we went to was a Christmas tree lot. Sir and I wandered the lot, looking for a good tree. There were lots of stares, of course, but he picked one out and I went to stand by our car while he paid for the tree. Watching people watch me was hilarious, but no one approached or said anything to me. I noticed a few people talking to each other and looking our way as Sir loaded the tree onto the car roof. I wonder what would have happened if I had slipped into the driver's seat
After dropping the tree at home and getting it set up (during which I was not allowed to change clothes, just to take off the burqa), we went shopping at a large mall. Sir valet parked the car and I did get a "wow" from the valet as he opened my door to let me out. I was riding in the back seat and the windows are tinted, so he didn't see what I had on until I got out of the car.
Nothing much happened while shopping with Sir. I actually saw two other women dressed in Muslim dress (but not in burqas) and they gave me some odd looks, but we just passed each other by. Sir would steer me into a shop, hold up an item or two or I would point something out and he would finally take it up and pay for it. I just stood a few feet behind him and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The clerks in the department stores gave me some curious glances, but the clerks in the more upscale boutiques seemed to hardly notice I was there.
I did run into a bit of trouble when Sir sent me off alone to shop for him. I went into a large bookstore and located the books I wanted to buy for him, but the lady behind the counter was unhappy with me paying by credit card. She wanted to see a photo ID, which I presented, but she couldn't verify it against my face. She was quite polite, but also adamant that she needed to see my face and I don't think she understood why I was not speaking to her.
I could not speak and I couldn't see Sir anywhere nearby. Ultimately, I pulled out cash and paid for the books that way. Sir had made me carry a small purse under the burqa for cash and credit cards. So the lesson I learned was that I will most likely be limited to cash for shopping. EVERYONE is likely to want to verify my face against my photo ID and that's just not going to be happening.
When the clerk had bagged my books and handed them to me, I turned around and saw Sir on the other side of the store. He was laughing to himself because he had seen me having to deal with the woman (who was not particularly amused, I must say). But afterwards, he told me I had done well, and he was quite proud.
More later...We went to dinner one evening after shopping! And then there was Christmas with family!
Latex Lady
Monday, December 20, 2004
New Requirements
This is my first real entry. Sir has had me start blogging this to document my experiences in very heavy latex-centric restriction and submission now that I can stay at home and in rubber all the time.
By very heavy I mean the following:
Around the house, it's not too bad. I wear full enclosure catsuits a lot, or just a full latex ensemble such as I used to wear out in the evenings. Dress or blouse and skirt, latex undergarments. I have learned to spend up to 8 hours in an inflatable hood as well.
Sir prefers me to be in a catsuit under clothes or to wear one of the full enclosure suits, but he doesn't require it all the time or all day...he knows my limits and doesn't want me to ruin my skin or develop an allergy.
To meet the outdoor requirements is harder. Used to be, I would just wear a nice full length latex dress and not think about it. I have even worn full skirted, long sleeved latex dresses while flying.
But now, I can't show my face or body in public. To facilitate this, Sir has me wear a burqa in public. The first one he got me was an authentic, Afghani blue georgette burqa with all the pleats and the little perforated panel in front. I got used to wearing it with normal clothes under neath, then with latex underneath. I had to learn how to keep it closed around me while walking. It's actually a hoot. Poeple stare, but they don't say anything. it makes me feel very protected and safe.
Then he had one made in thin black latex. It is very thin, but I don't have to hold it closed as it is fully closed all the way round. It drapes over me and has a form fitted sort of hat like the cloth one does. There is a panel in it that is perforated so I can see a bit.
When we go out now, I have to wear it over my other latex clothing. Now I had done this a few times in Dallas and it's OK...no one ever really looks at you that much even though the burqa is latex, not silk. But now I am to be hooded and gagged under it as well. That ups the ante a bit on scary. I don't know what will happen if someone soemhow figures out how bound and restricted i am underneath.
He has also said that since I'm a stay at home slave now, I will be encased for up to a week at a time in the same suit to build endurance. We've tried before where nothing but Latex touched my body for a week, but that included me being naked between rubber sheets.
Finally, he wants to test intubing endurance and I am to be cathetered for up to a month if I can tolerate it, with the catheter being changed every two days. I love the feel of being cath'd, but I don't know if I can take it for a month..and I worry about infections.
I am agreeing to all this for the usual reasons...I love him, I'm his sub and I love to please him. We've just never had the opportunity to push the endurance and lifestyle this much, but since I am no longer employed and can just stay at home, it makes for a great opportunity. Also, I am setting an example for maid.
Maid wears a rubber uniform around the house but she has never been required to be encased and sealed for more than a few hours during a play scene. She doesn't know if she can take it. So I intend to show her that her mistress can take it, there fore she should be able to.
More later...we are going out this weekend shopping for the first time.
By very heavy I mean the following:
- I am dressed completely in latex every day...
- undergarments, dress or skirt and blouse, gloves and shoes
- When at home, at his whim, I may be in bondage much of the day...
- armbinder, gagged, even tied to a bench or bed...whatever he wants.
- I have to learn to sleep in full enclosure including hood
- I have to learn to sleep in a vacuum bed.
- When we go out I am to be in full latex enclosure including head, hands, and feet
- I am forbidden to show my face or any part of my body in public
- I am forbidden to speak in public
- Unless told to do so, I am forbidden to sit in public
Around the house, it's not too bad. I wear full enclosure catsuits a lot, or just a full latex ensemble such as I used to wear out in the evenings. Dress or blouse and skirt, latex undergarments. I have learned to spend up to 8 hours in an inflatable hood as well.
Sir prefers me to be in a catsuit under clothes or to wear one of the full enclosure suits, but he doesn't require it all the time or all day...he knows my limits and doesn't want me to ruin my skin or develop an allergy.
To meet the outdoor requirements is harder. Used to be, I would just wear a nice full length latex dress and not think about it. I have even worn full skirted, long sleeved latex dresses while flying.
But now, I can't show my face or body in public. To facilitate this, Sir has me wear a burqa in public. The first one he got me was an authentic, Afghani blue georgette burqa with all the pleats and the little perforated panel in front. I got used to wearing it with normal clothes under neath, then with latex underneath. I had to learn how to keep it closed around me while walking. It's actually a hoot. Poeple stare, but they don't say anything. it makes me feel very protected and safe.
Then he had one made in thin black latex. It is very thin, but I don't have to hold it closed as it is fully closed all the way round. It drapes over me and has a form fitted sort of hat like the cloth one does. There is a panel in it that is perforated so I can see a bit.
When we go out now, I have to wear it over my other latex clothing. Now I had done this a few times in Dallas and it's OK...no one ever really looks at you that much even though the burqa is latex, not silk. But now I am to be hooded and gagged under it as well. That ups the ante a bit on scary. I don't know what will happen if someone soemhow figures out how bound and restricted i am underneath.
He has also said that since I'm a stay at home slave now, I will be encased for up to a week at a time in the same suit to build endurance. We've tried before where nothing but Latex touched my body for a week, but that included me being naked between rubber sheets.
Finally, he wants to test intubing endurance and I am to be cathetered for up to a month if I can tolerate it, with the catheter being changed every two days. I love the feel of being cath'd, but I don't know if I can take it for a month..and I worry about infections.
I am agreeing to all this for the usual reasons...I love him, I'm his sub and I love to please him. We've just never had the opportunity to push the endurance and lifestyle this much, but since I am no longer employed and can just stay at home, it makes for a great opportunity. Also, I am setting an example for maid.
Maid wears a rubber uniform around the house but she has never been required to be encased and sealed for more than a few hours during a play scene. She doesn't know if she can take it. So I intend to show her that her mistress can take it, there fore she should be able to.
More later...we are going out this weekend shopping for the first time.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Let's come up to date
Sir has ordered me to create this blog to document my latest changes in our long lifestyle. But I think it makes sense to explain a bit of who I am and why we live the way we do.
I discovered I was submissive when I had my first sexual relationship at 16. My lover was a senior girl and she took my virginity. She also introduced me to BDSM games and D/s. But after high school we went to different Universities.
In 1973 I met my Dom, Latex Gent, at university. He introduced me to latex-centric BDSM. We married in 1975 and I have been living in a D/s relationship ever since. While I am bisexual with a preference for female lovers, Sir has been the perfect Dom for me and I have been quite happily married for almost 30 years.
What this has meant is that I am fully trained in just about every rubber ritual imaginable. Sir is very willing to experiement with me. And I am very willing to participate.
We've lived in the Dallas area for many years, but moved to the UK for a few years in the 80's. While there, we became much more involved in the emerging rubber scene and even had the opportunity to meet and learn from John Sutcliffe.
For years I have been an educator. First pre-school and elementary education, then corporate software training. But recently, Sir has had me quit my job and I am now a 24/7 stay-at-home sub.
I have, for the past 25 years, worn SOME latex every day. For the last 10 years I have slept in latex night gowns and and under latex sheets. For the last 6 years we have owned a vacuum bed and I occassionally sleep all night in it.
Two and a half years ago, we acquired a live-in 24 hour rubber maid. She lives with us and is my personal maid. She bathes and dresses me and cooks and cleans for us. She also participates in our scenes.
We play medical scenes, breath control scenes, heavy enclosure, suspension and bondage and lots of BDSM scenes and other scenarios. Sir has an active imagination and has, for 30+ years, kept upping the ante on our experimentation and games. We enjoy a lot of inflatable and hood games. I love hoods and gags and I particularly enjoy full enclosure and restrictive clothing.
I have typically worn rubber streetwear for years whenever I could. Sir has always encouraged me to be open about our fetish and so I have worn rubber to dinner, theater, family gatherings, even on airplanes when I travel. Until I quit my job, I even wore rubber stockings, panties, and corset under my business suits at work.
Sir and I have always been interested in ethnic costume and the fetish possibilities in them. For example, I have a red rubber kimono, a rubber karmeez, and a rubber burqa. Recently he had me adopt a very strict discipline with respect to public dress. I am now required to completely cover my body, face and hands in public and I am not allowed to speak in public anymore. To accomplish this, I wear the rubber burqa over my usual rubbber dress or suit and I am gagged under it.
I always dress somewhat formally as we lead a somewhat formal lifestyle. For example, I am not allowed to wear slacks or pants. I must always be dressed in dresses, skirt suits, or evening gowns, even around the house.
These changes have come on since Sir and I moved to Northern California. The more diverse and tolerant environment here makes it possible for us to explore our fetishes more publicly than we have been able to in all our years of living in Texas. He wants me to document the next several months as I adapt to total 24/7 submission discipline. We'll see how this goes. I don't know how often I will be able to update the blog here, but I will make as many entries as I can.
Respectfully
A Latex Lady
I discovered I was submissive when I had my first sexual relationship at 16. My lover was a senior girl and she took my virginity. She also introduced me to BDSM games and D/s. But after high school we went to different Universities.
In 1973 I met my Dom, Latex Gent, at university. He introduced me to latex-centric BDSM. We married in 1975 and I have been living in a D/s relationship ever since. While I am bisexual with a preference for female lovers, Sir has been the perfect Dom for me and I have been quite happily married for almost 30 years.
What this has meant is that I am fully trained in just about every rubber ritual imaginable. Sir is very willing to experiement with me. And I am very willing to participate.
We've lived in the Dallas area for many years, but moved to the UK for a few years in the 80's. While there, we became much more involved in the emerging rubber scene and even had the opportunity to meet and learn from John Sutcliffe.
For years I have been an educator. First pre-school and elementary education, then corporate software training. But recently, Sir has had me quit my job and I am now a 24/7 stay-at-home sub.
I have, for the past 25 years, worn SOME latex every day. For the last 10 years I have slept in latex night gowns and and under latex sheets. For the last 6 years we have owned a vacuum bed and I occassionally sleep all night in it.
Two and a half years ago, we acquired a live-in 24 hour rubber maid. She lives with us and is my personal maid. She bathes and dresses me and cooks and cleans for us. She also participates in our scenes.
We play medical scenes, breath control scenes, heavy enclosure, suspension and bondage and lots of BDSM scenes and other scenarios. Sir has an active imagination and has, for 30+ years, kept upping the ante on our experimentation and games. We enjoy a lot of inflatable and hood games. I love hoods and gags and I particularly enjoy full enclosure and restrictive clothing.
I have typically worn rubber streetwear for years whenever I could. Sir has always encouraged me to be open about our fetish and so I have worn rubber to dinner, theater, family gatherings, even on airplanes when I travel. Until I quit my job, I even wore rubber stockings, panties, and corset under my business suits at work.
Sir and I have always been interested in ethnic costume and the fetish possibilities in them. For example, I have a red rubber kimono, a rubber karmeez, and a rubber burqa. Recently he had me adopt a very strict discipline with respect to public dress. I am now required to completely cover my body, face and hands in public and I am not allowed to speak in public anymore. To accomplish this, I wear the rubber burqa over my usual rubbber dress or suit and I am gagged under it.
I always dress somewhat formally as we lead a somewhat formal lifestyle. For example, I am not allowed to wear slacks or pants. I must always be dressed in dresses, skirt suits, or evening gowns, even around the house.
These changes have come on since Sir and I moved to Northern California. The more diverse and tolerant environment here makes it possible for us to explore our fetishes more publicly than we have been able to in all our years of living in Texas. He wants me to document the next several months as I adapt to total 24/7 submission discipline. We'll see how this goes. I don't know how often I will be able to update the blog here, but I will make as many entries as I can.
Respectfully
A Latex Lady
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