I wanted to write this as soon as possible after I was up this morning.
I was awakened at 4AM this morning by a call from Sir (who had returned to London yesterday for a few days after our reunion).
Sir and I want all of our UK Rubberist friends and contacts to know that our condolences and best wishes are with you. This is another of these horrible events which are so impossibly difficult to understand.
I hope you have all contacted your families and loved ones and determined that all are OK.
Regards
Lady
PS
Sir said he was fine but his meetings were, of course, cut short today because so many of the people he was with had to start walking home.
Regards
Lady
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Returning Home
We are back in the US now and I wanted to let everyone know how today's flight went. It was an interesting eway to spend my 180th day in total enclosure. Can you believe, this experiment has been going on 6 months? I must say, that, while there have been some challenges, I almost cannot imagine living unenclosed anymore.
I Was awakened at 7 this morning for our return flight. Maid had already managed our luggage and laid out my travelling costume for the day.
After last night's session with our friends I was, quite hnestly, exhausted and limp as a kitten. Madam has that effect on me since she has assumed a role more of dom and less of confidante. She is most extreme, strict, and quite unrelenting in her kink. Sir had granted her total access to me for whatever scenarios she desired. I shan't go into more detial here, but suffice it to say that she has an excellent imagination for dominance games, a tremendous energy for execution, and no inhibitions about how subs may be treated.
All in all, when we returned to the hotel around midnight, maid and I were both quite ready for a good night's sleep. Sir too was quite relaxed and had enjoyed himself immensely and in ways he seldom has opportunity to explore.
Maid, thank heaven, had prepared for a less than energetic return. She got me ready for bed quickly andI was asleep in skinsuit and nightgown within moments of our arrival. I presume she settled herself shortly thereafter.
Our sleeping arrangements for this last night in the UK were in a joined suite. The rooms were configured with double beds and Sir chose to sleep alone, also encased in latex, as he sometimes does. I was in the bed next to his, as I said, in a nightgown of lavender latex over my lavender skinsuit.
It has been a challenge this trip to get my skinsuits cleaned and dried in time to maintain our protocol as we only packed 4, But she has done well and has kept me in clean, dry sauits and my body well lotioned and shaved smooth.
Maid, with our luggage and hers has been sleeping in an attached set of rooms, also with double beds. she is charged with keeping my clothes ready, cleaning and drying and preparing them and of course bathing and grooming me. In addition, when we have not gone out to dinner, she is in charge of arranging our meals and, if necessary, feeding me.
She had prepared for a late night return by laying out today's travel costumes for both herself and me before we left and insuring that only the minimum packing would have to be done this morning.
Consequently, rising at 7, we were in plenty of time to get me bathed and properly costumed for my return to the states. Maid, as well, was under orders to dress very elaborately for this trip. First she bathed me as usual then I was slid into a transparent catsuit with no hood. This is the same suit I wore going through security to get here. An open faced hood in bright white was used to provide head coverage so that a security person could ID me.
Over this I was put into a long, straight, tight skirted travel dress with high collar and built in gloves at the ends of the sleeves. This is a new dress Sir collected from our friends and it has disctintly Victorian touches all over it. Ruffles at neck, bust, and cuffs, a very tight waist (I am corseted, of course) and the shape of the skirt are all very Victorian. The rubber is colored lovely dove gray with hints of silver. I have never seen anything like it.
It was actually quite hobbling and rather different from my usual travel dresses, which are full skirted, but Sir wanted me to be significantly restrained on the flight. Over the dress, I was wearing a matching latex Victorian bustle skirt. This quite dramatically enhanced my view from the aft as it were, but it was lovely. It draped over my hips in multiple folds and just looked beautiful
My boots were knee high, black rubber with 5 inch heels. The corset underneath was my black rubber one that actually laces over my hips for further hobbling.
Maid was dressed in her classic English maid's uniform with long a-line skirt and white high necked blouse underneath. She was also gloved and was wearing a black open faced hood so her identity check may be perfoemd.
Of course over all this we wore our black burqas. She has her own now as I think I have mentioned.
Once in the terminal we were met at the check in by a representative of the airline who escorted us through security and into the airline first class lounge. At security maid and I had to wait a few minutes with six other fully veiled women who were also being escorted through and checked in private by a female security person. These women were in traditional muslim clothing including niqabs and boushiyas, but we were the only two burqas. Two of the six were children, probably under 16, judging from height. were were all in black and maid and I did not seem to raise any veiled eyebrows in our latex burqas.
Once in the transit lounge, I swear we saw at least 30 other women who were completely vieled including their faces as well as an even larger number of women in hijab and jilbabs. Not to mention about 20 men in white saudi dress.
In the airline lounge maid and i went into a ladies room to redo our enclosure. She put me in a black hood with a small, rubber in-the-mouth gag and no mouthole and only a small pair of eyeholes. In addition, Sir required that I wear a mouth covering posture collar during the flight as well. So I spent the 10 hour flight with a soft rubber balloon in my mouth as well as my more usual mouth covering.
I put maid into a similar hood and collar (we carried these in her carry on luggage as usual) and we both kept the open faced hoods on under these so we were wearing three layers over our heads and four over our mouths for the entire trip.
Maid also placed a waist/arm restraint around me and secured my wrists to my sides so I had no use of my hands or arms from that time until just before we landed. Sir had, again, very arbitrarily decided that I should be heavily restrained on this flight.
We boarded and had an excellent flight. We, of course, had to go to the lavatory to change our hoods before landing, but that went just fine. There were two other women I saw board in niqabs, one up in first class with us and one in business or coach.
I must say the customs people here in the US were not as comfortable this time with handling veiled women, but they gave us a female examiner and handled it in the end.
We are now in a hotel and tomorrow will visit Sir's family for a reunion. It is very warm here in Texas, but maid and I are doing OK. The hotel is very nice and well air conditioned.
That is about all for now.
Regards
Lady
I Was awakened at 7 this morning for our return flight. Maid had already managed our luggage and laid out my travelling costume for the day.
After last night's session with our friends I was, quite hnestly, exhausted and limp as a kitten. Madam has that effect on me since she has assumed a role more of dom and less of confidante. She is most extreme, strict, and quite unrelenting in her kink. Sir had granted her total access to me for whatever scenarios she desired. I shan't go into more detial here, but suffice it to say that she has an excellent imagination for dominance games, a tremendous energy for execution, and no inhibitions about how subs may be treated.
All in all, when we returned to the hotel around midnight, maid and I were both quite ready for a good night's sleep. Sir too was quite relaxed and had enjoyed himself immensely and in ways he seldom has opportunity to explore.
Maid, thank heaven, had prepared for a less than energetic return. She got me ready for bed quickly andI was asleep in skinsuit and nightgown within moments of our arrival. I presume she settled herself shortly thereafter.
Our sleeping arrangements for this last night in the UK were in a joined suite. The rooms were configured with double beds and Sir chose to sleep alone, also encased in latex, as he sometimes does. I was in the bed next to his, as I said, in a nightgown of lavender latex over my lavender skinsuit.
It has been a challenge this trip to get my skinsuits cleaned and dried in time to maintain our protocol as we only packed 4, But she has done well and has kept me in clean, dry sauits and my body well lotioned and shaved smooth.
Maid, with our luggage and hers has been sleeping in an attached set of rooms, also with double beds. she is charged with keeping my clothes ready, cleaning and drying and preparing them and of course bathing and grooming me. In addition, when we have not gone out to dinner, she is in charge of arranging our meals and, if necessary, feeding me.
She had prepared for a late night return by laying out today's travel costumes for both herself and me before we left and insuring that only the minimum packing would have to be done this morning.
Consequently, rising at 7, we were in plenty of time to get me bathed and properly costumed for my return to the states. Maid, as well, was under orders to dress very elaborately for this trip. First she bathed me as usual then I was slid into a transparent catsuit with no hood. This is the same suit I wore going through security to get here. An open faced hood in bright white was used to provide head coverage so that a security person could ID me.
Over this I was put into a long, straight, tight skirted travel dress with high collar and built in gloves at the ends of the sleeves. This is a new dress Sir collected from our friends and it has disctintly Victorian touches all over it. Ruffles at neck, bust, and cuffs, a very tight waist (I am corseted, of course) and the shape of the skirt are all very Victorian. The rubber is colored lovely dove gray with hints of silver. I have never seen anything like it.
It was actually quite hobbling and rather different from my usual travel dresses, which are full skirted, but Sir wanted me to be significantly restrained on the flight. Over the dress, I was wearing a matching latex Victorian bustle skirt. This quite dramatically enhanced my view from the aft as it were, but it was lovely. It draped over my hips in multiple folds and just looked beautiful
My boots were knee high, black rubber with 5 inch heels. The corset underneath was my black rubber one that actually laces over my hips for further hobbling.
Maid was dressed in her classic English maid's uniform with long a-line skirt and white high necked blouse underneath. She was also gloved and was wearing a black open faced hood so her identity check may be perfoemd.
Of course over all this we wore our black burqas. She has her own now as I think I have mentioned.
Once in the terminal we were met at the check in by a representative of the airline who escorted us through security and into the airline first class lounge. At security maid and I had to wait a few minutes with six other fully veiled women who were also being escorted through and checked in private by a female security person. These women were in traditional muslim clothing including niqabs and boushiyas, but we were the only two burqas. Two of the six were children, probably under 16, judging from height. were were all in black and maid and I did not seem to raise any veiled eyebrows in our latex burqas.
Once in the transit lounge, I swear we saw at least 30 other women who were completely vieled including their faces as well as an even larger number of women in hijab and jilbabs. Not to mention about 20 men in white saudi dress.
In the airline lounge maid and i went into a ladies room to redo our enclosure. She put me in a black hood with a small, rubber in-the-mouth gag and no mouthole and only a small pair of eyeholes. In addition, Sir required that I wear a mouth covering posture collar during the flight as well. So I spent the 10 hour flight with a soft rubber balloon in my mouth as well as my more usual mouth covering.
I put maid into a similar hood and collar (we carried these in her carry on luggage as usual) and we both kept the open faced hoods on under these so we were wearing three layers over our heads and four over our mouths for the entire trip.
Maid also placed a waist/arm restraint around me and secured my wrists to my sides so I had no use of my hands or arms from that time until just before we landed. Sir had, again, very arbitrarily decided that I should be heavily restrained on this flight.
We boarded and had an excellent flight. We, of course, had to go to the lavatory to change our hoods before landing, but that went just fine. There were two other women I saw board in niqabs, one up in first class with us and one in business or coach.
I must say the customs people here in the US were not as comfortable this time with handling veiled women, but they gave us a female examiner and handled it in the end.
We are now in a hotel and tomorrow will visit Sir's family for a reunion. It is very warm here in Texas, but maid and I are doing OK. The hotel is very nice and well air conditioned.
That is about all for now.
Regards
Lady
Friday, July 01, 2005
UK Trip - Leaving
Well, w are finishing our trip now. We've had a wonderful
time, visited many places we've never been to before and
had some disturbingly warm weather.
We were in the leeds area yesterday and I was surprised at
the number of fully veiled muslim women wandering about. I
did not realize there was that lrge a population of
muslims in the Manchester/Leeds area.
I was not the least out of place wandering around in my
burqa and even had a couple of niqabi women in full veils tell me they thought
my rubber burqa was well suited to the rainy weather (the
one day we had a bit of rain).
We took a a nice train to London (with plenty of A/C) then
were met by our limo driver and taken to the airport
where we are staying in a hotel for the night.
However, I did see something very disturbing on the
Cromwell Rd on the way here. I was looking out the window
when I saw a large man and a somewhat smaller man talking.
suddenly the large man struck the other in the face with
his fist. He fell down, nearly in the street.
The man who was hit was dark, Egyptian or Indian, very
well dressed in a brown suit and tie. The hitter was about
twice his size and weight and wearing a casual business
shirt and tie, white and blonde.
I was appalled at the sudden violence and got Sir's
attention, but he had not seen what happened. Maid was
sitting in the jump seat facing backward and also did not
see the evnet, but I motioned her to look out the window
with me. We were both gagged and coould not say anything
to Sir.
The victim of this road rage got to his feet and backed
away and actually tapped on our car's window as we passed,
but our driver either did not see or did not wish to
stop. The man and I stared at each other as the cab
passed, I watching the shock and fear in his eyes and he
seeing two women in burqas in a limo.
I was horrified, but felt terribly helpless. The larger
man climbed back in his car and closed his door and had
his window up. I looked back and the smaller man was
climbing into HIS car. I did not see any damage on the
cars, but presume somenthing like a fender bender must
have set the big man off.
I am totally unused to seeing this kind of violence and
was doubly surprised to see it in a London street. I never
expected to see such a thing and it seems completely at
odds with the patient, tolerant attitudes of most people I
meet in the UK.
The rest of our trip was uneventful, and we have spent the
rest of this evening here and then at our friends' house.
They live not to far from the airport. We had a nice
dinner at their house and a very enjoyable evening after
dinner.
Yet, I keep wondering about this altercation in the
Cromwell Road. Is this sort of thing becoming commonplace
in Britain? It has, to some degree, in certain US cities,
but I never expected it here.
We fly back to the US tomorrow, first to Texas for a
family reunion and then on the San Jose. It has, overall,
been a wonderful trip.
RegardsLady
time, visited many places we've never been to before and
had some disturbingly warm weather.
We were in the leeds area yesterday and I was surprised at
the number of fully veiled muslim women wandering about. I
did not realize there was that lrge a population of
muslims in the Manchester/Leeds area.
I was not the least out of place wandering around in my
burqa and even had a couple of niqabi women in full veils tell me they thought
my rubber burqa was well suited to the rainy weather (the
one day we had a bit of rain).
We took a a nice train to London (with plenty of A/C) then
were met by our limo driver and taken to the airport
where we are staying in a hotel for the night.
However, I did see something very disturbing on the
Cromwell Rd on the way here. I was looking out the window
when I saw a large man and a somewhat smaller man talking.
suddenly the large man struck the other in the face with
his fist. He fell down, nearly in the street.
The man who was hit was dark, Egyptian or Indian, very
well dressed in a brown suit and tie. The hitter was about
twice his size and weight and wearing a casual business
shirt and tie, white and blonde.
I was appalled at the sudden violence and got Sir's
attention, but he had not seen what happened. Maid was
sitting in the jump seat facing backward and also did not
see the evnet, but I motioned her to look out the window
with me. We were both gagged and coould not say anything
to Sir.
The victim of this road rage got to his feet and backed
away and actually tapped on our car's window as we passed,
but our driver either did not see or did not wish to
stop. The man and I stared at each other as the cab
passed, I watching the shock and fear in his eyes and he
seeing two women in burqas in a limo.
I was horrified, but felt terribly helpless. The larger
man climbed back in his car and closed his door and had
his window up. I looked back and the smaller man was
climbing into HIS car. I did not see any damage on the
cars, but presume somenthing like a fender bender must
have set the big man off.
I am totally unused to seeing this kind of violence and
was doubly surprised to see it in a London street. I never
expected to see such a thing and it seems completely at
odds with the patient, tolerant attitudes of most people I
meet in the UK.
The rest of our trip was uneventful, and we have spent the
rest of this evening here and then at our friends' house.
They live not to far from the airport. We had a nice
dinner at their house and a very enjoyable evening after
dinner.
Yet, I keep wondering about this altercation in the
Cromwell Road. Is this sort of thing becoming commonplace
in Britain? It has, to some degree, in certain US cities,
but I never expected it here.
We fly back to the US tomorrow, first to Texas for a
family reunion and then on the San Jose. It has, overall,
been a wonderful trip.
RegardsLady
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
UK Trip -- One Week In
Well, I should bring everyone up to date. We have been travelling the past few days in scotland and have had some beautiful if warm weather. I have been concientious about my enclosure, remaining fully encased, but I have taken Sir up on his offer to wear only the skinsuit under the burqa a few times. I don't feel properly dressed when I do this, but it has been far warmer than we expected for Scotland. In the evenings, for dinner, I have dressed properly in corset, dress, hood, gloves, and boots, but a few times during the days i wore only the boots and gloves over the skinsuit under the burqa
We spent some time in Perth and did some shopping there, then spent a bit of time in Dundee. Dundee is rather industrial, but had a nice museum and the RRs Discovery was interesting. I was amazed that maid and I could traipse all over the ship with no docents looking at us or people guiding us. it was amazing.
We were not the only women covered. While we were on theship I looked out on the dock and two niqabi women were approaching and came on board. We nodded at each other as we passed through one of the corridors.
We spent most of yesterday in St Andrews and maid and i explored the little seaside city extensively. It was cooler and we both dressed proeperly. It is a wonderfule town with lovely sea breezes. We walked along the seaside and watched a large group of dolphins playing in the bay.
In the early evening we went to Glasgow and checked into our hotel there. We had a nice dinner inthe hotel restaurant and then spent the evening in our suite. Maid and I both wanted an extra cool bath and Sir allowed us to bather which was wonderful after the warm day. But it cooled off in the evening and we even wound up sleeping with the windows cracked instead of the air on.
As I write this we are on a train from Glasgow and maid and I are both in full latex cover and burqas. I have on my white corset, dress, gloves and hood beneath the red burqa and over the smoke grey transparent suit. Maid is in a victorian maid's uniform, corset, black gloves and hood and boots and is gagged beneath a black burqa. I wanted her to travel unhooded as a maid, but Sir said he wanted us both in burqa for the trip, so we hooded and gagged her.
I am gagged as well for this leg since it just feels better to be so. The gags are inflatable butterfly gags buckled around our heads under our hoods.
I must say that, while this trip has been fun, I am looking forward to getting back to the states. we have a family reunion with Sir's famliy this coming weekend before we return to San Jose. This wil be the first time I have been with them since I became a rubber encased doll and I do not know how they will react. Our son will bethere as well, however, andI am looking forward to seeing him.
Later this week, we will meet with old friends who make some of my latex wardrobe. This couple is intensely kinky, with the woman a very strict domme and the husband a complete slave. He loves to kneel next to her or beneath her and will not even speak until she indicates he may do so.
She used to be a good friend of mine in that we were confidantes and loved having chats. But our relationship has changed in the last few years as I became more involved in submissive behaviour. Now, based on her personality and mine and conversations she had with Sir regarding our lifestle changes, she no longer speaks to me really at all. Rather she ignores me, uses me, and discards me at her whim when I am turned over to her.
She has maintained a completely normal relationship with Sir, but has transformed her point of view about me int that of someone dealing with an object or a slave.
Lest you feel this is a bad thing, let me assure you that I am completely happy with the arrangement. She is one of our oldest friends and the only one that comes to mind who has been able to completely accomodate my desire to be an object. She has explained to Sir that she was willing to forego the friendly relationship we originally had to accomodate my change in lifestyle and to experiment herself with a more formal, strict, dominating lifestyle.
I am looking forward to the session we will undoubtedly have with her and her husband. During our last visit he was used most aggressively by both his wife and by Sir as well as I was. He is a devoted masochist and truly revels in some ver painful experiences.
But her approach is more psychological and bizarre, involving not only domination, but scenarios designed to sublimate the ego while hieghtening the awareness of any subs she uses. I was devastatingly pleased and relaxed after our last session but we don't get to see these folks often. I am looking forward to it.
Not much else to report at this time. The train is experiencing problems and has been delayed for a bit, but it is airconditioned, cool, comfortable and not my problem. I will close here and settle back to read my book or sleep. Maid seems to have drifted off already, across from me, and Sir is working on a presentation to his investors.
The first class section is not very full, but there is a couple sitting across from us and slightly behind us looked somewhat shocked and a bit concerned when we boarded. I am facing them and they keep whispering and looking over at me and maid. It's a bit fun to beable to atch them through the mesh of my burqa and know that they cannot see me at all.
Regards
Lady
We spent some time in Perth and did some shopping there, then spent a bit of time in Dundee. Dundee is rather industrial, but had a nice museum and the RRs Discovery was interesting. I was amazed that maid and I could traipse all over the ship with no docents looking at us or people guiding us. it was amazing.
We were not the only women covered. While we were on theship I looked out on the dock and two niqabi women were approaching and came on board. We nodded at each other as we passed through one of the corridors.
We spent most of yesterday in St Andrews and maid and i explored the little seaside city extensively. It was cooler and we both dressed proeperly. It is a wonderfule town with lovely sea breezes. We walked along the seaside and watched a large group of dolphins playing in the bay.
In the early evening we went to Glasgow and checked into our hotel there. We had a nice dinner inthe hotel restaurant and then spent the evening in our suite. Maid and I both wanted an extra cool bath and Sir allowed us to bather which was wonderful after the warm day. But it cooled off in the evening and we even wound up sleeping with the windows cracked instead of the air on.
As I write this we are on a train from Glasgow and maid and I are both in full latex cover and burqas. I have on my white corset, dress, gloves and hood beneath the red burqa and over the smoke grey transparent suit. Maid is in a victorian maid's uniform, corset, black gloves and hood and boots and is gagged beneath a black burqa. I wanted her to travel unhooded as a maid, but Sir said he wanted us both in burqa for the trip, so we hooded and gagged her.
I am gagged as well for this leg since it just feels better to be so. The gags are inflatable butterfly gags buckled around our heads under our hoods.
I must say that, while this trip has been fun, I am looking forward to getting back to the states. we have a family reunion with Sir's famliy this coming weekend before we return to San Jose. This wil be the first time I have been with them since I became a rubber encased doll and I do not know how they will react. Our son will bethere as well, however, andI am looking forward to seeing him.
Later this week, we will meet with old friends who make some of my latex wardrobe. This couple is intensely kinky, with the woman a very strict domme and the husband a complete slave. He loves to kneel next to her or beneath her and will not even speak until she indicates he may do so.
She used to be a good friend of mine in that we were confidantes and loved having chats. But our relationship has changed in the last few years as I became more involved in submissive behaviour. Now, based on her personality and mine and conversations she had with Sir regarding our lifestle changes, she no longer speaks to me really at all. Rather she ignores me, uses me, and discards me at her whim when I am turned over to her.
She has maintained a completely normal relationship with Sir, but has transformed her point of view about me int that of someone dealing with an object or a slave.
Lest you feel this is a bad thing, let me assure you that I am completely happy with the arrangement. She is one of our oldest friends and the only one that comes to mind who has been able to completely accomodate my desire to be an object. She has explained to Sir that she was willing to forego the friendly relationship we originally had to accomodate my change in lifestyle and to experiment herself with a more formal, strict, dominating lifestyle.
I am looking forward to the session we will undoubtedly have with her and her husband. During our last visit he was used most aggressively by both his wife and by Sir as well as I was. He is a devoted masochist and truly revels in some ver painful experiences.
But her approach is more psychological and bizarre, involving not only domination, but scenarios designed to sublimate the ego while hieghtening the awareness of any subs she uses. I was devastatingly pleased and relaxed after our last session but we don't get to see these folks often. I am looking forward to it.
Not much else to report at this time. The train is experiencing problems and has been delayed for a bit, but it is airconditioned, cool, comfortable and not my problem. I will close here and settle back to read my book or sleep. Maid seems to have drifted off already, across from me, and Sir is working on a presentation to his investors.
The first class section is not very full, but there is a couple sitting across from us and slightly behind us looked somewhat shocked and a bit concerned when we boarded. I am facing them and they keep whispering and looking over at me and maid. It's a bit fun to beable to atch them through the mesh of my burqa and know that they cannot see me at all.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
UK Trip -- Blogging on the Fly
I am blogging this while on the plane to London. I decided to write this as much in real time as I could.
This morning we got up early, I was washed and cleaned and lotioned as usual, but put into a smoky grey transparent skinsuit with no hood. Maid was wearing a similar suit. She does not usually, but Sir required it for this trip. She had already been up an hour before me to bathe and had bathed and dressed herself for the trip.
She dried me off and then put a black corset, knee high boots, and elbow length gloves on me, as well as a black, open faced hood. Over this, she put a long black rubber dress, ankle length, 3/4 length sleeves, and high collar with a bit of ruffle on the bust. The waist is small and tight, but the dress is one of my most comfortable ones. The skirt is loose and flared.
Maid covered her own hoodless skinsuit with a black corset, knee high boots, shoulder length gloves and a black victorian maid's uniform with a long straight skirt. It is a jumper and she donned a white latex blouse under it with ruffled collar and cuffs. Her black gloves looked pretty coming out from under the sleeves. She also put a black open faced hood on as well and it tucked in nicely under the ruffle of the blouse.
We made sure our proper full face hoods were in our carryon and then pulled our burqas on. We both wore black ones. I now have a red rubber burqa, like my nun's habit, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wear it for travel...far too attention gathering. However, I intend to wear it while we are on holiday.
Sir had arranged a limo to drive us to the airport rather than leaving our car there, so we all piled in. The driver was mid eastern and was, I think, pleasantly surprised to see two burqa'd ladies emerge from the house.
He held the door for us as if it were no unusual thing to him to see two women in voluminous veils climbing into his limousine. He did not speak to us, but only to Sir. For fun, maid and I did not sit on the rear facing bench seat. Rather we knelt between the seats, in front of Sir and prostrated ourselves for the whole ride to the airport. Sir didn't act surprised and the driver said nothing at all. When we arrived, though, and maid and I sat up on our heels seza fashion, we could see he had a big grin on his face.
We exited the limousine after Sir and it was interesting to see the stir we caused on the curb. People stared, but no one said anything. A skycap came over and took our luggage and we went inside to check in.
I had been taken through San Francisco security in my burqa, so we were a little unsure of the procedure. Quite honestly, the San Francisco ticket agent was a little unsure as well.
Sir explained that he had two women who did not show their faces in public and would need to be escorted through security and Id'd in private. The young man behind the counter seemed non-plussed and started by saying that he couldn't help. He kept asking to see our passports, which we had already given him. He literally checked my passport against my burqa five times before it seemed to dawn on him that there wasn't going to be a match.
Sir explained that we travelled all the time and that usually a female airline employee was called on to verify our identities in a private room. That we would uncover for an ID check for her as long as it was in private. He sort of looked lost and finally figured out he needed to ask a supervisor to come down. to his station.
It was amazing, suddenly everything changed. A dark, somewhat matronly woman in her fifties came down and said hello. The ticket agent said we wanted private screening and she said she thought we ight and would we follow her. Maid and i did so, while Sir handled the rest of checkin, checking luggage, getting boarding passes and what not.
The woman took us to a door behind the ticket counters and asked us to step in. she had collected our passports and said, "all I need is a moment to see your faces." Maid and I were both wearing black, latex pull on open face hoods which we wear under the burqas for this purpose. We lifted the burqas, the woman checked our passports and smiled and said, "that's fine, sisters. You're all set." She waited until our burqas were in place again and then ushered us back to the front of the ticket line and told the agent we were good to go.
Sir thanked her and she said, "I will escort you to security and they will walk you through there as well.You're going to the UK?"
Sir said yes, by way of Chicago. She smiled at maid and me and said, "well, you're dressed for it. It's getting rainy there today." Then as we were walking over to security, she made the comment, "I wish I could cover like you two. I miss it." sir asked her where she was from and she said "Saudi Arabia".
Sir thanked her and she handed us over to a TSA agent with a "These two need private screening". Tha agent was NOT non-plussed and she took us sraight through without even asking us to unveil.
Once on the other side of security, maid and I went to the ladies room and entered a handicapped stall together. I took my burqa off while she pulled out our full face, black hoods with no mouth holes. We decided to put these hoods on over the open faced ones. That will make it easier to change back for security upon arrival.
She helped me with mine and then I put hers on. maid and I are about the same height, but she is lighter and thinner than I am now. But with the hoods covering our faces we are almost identical twins. These hoods are special too as they have an eye veil which we can pull down and zip closed in place. Once done, we are blind as well as silent.
We put our burqas back and left the ladies room, now properly covered and gagged. Sir was waiting outside sitting in a chair. We came out and he stood up and escorted us to the first class lounge as we had some time to wait. We went into the lounge, Sir handing over his id card and escorting us back to the seats. The attendants said nothing about our attire. But we had a bit more fun. Sir sat in a chair and maid and I knelt on either side of him again sitting seza, on our heels. We prostrated ourselves for just a moment, but Sir said to rise and we both assumed seza again, just sort of staring at each other.
That raised a few eyebrows, let me say. Particularly from the business women passing by and the lounge was busy. This was all sort of planned. Sir had told us he wanted us to be as publicly submissive as possible this trip. Maid and I discussed it this morning and came up with the 'let's kneel and bow' approach.
I should also point out that Sir is travelling in black latex as well. he chose to wear a catsuit but with no feet, gloves, or hood. over that he is wearing a pair of very nice latex pleated trousers and a button down long sleeved latex shirt. He's wearing his latex blazer as a jacket. So, while he's not as obscured and intense as we are, he is still pretty much a rubber man at the moment.
We stayed in the lounge for about 45 minutes till our flight was boarding.We got on and settled in, no worries at boarding. We had seats together for me and maid and Sir was across the aisle. A blonde girl with very large, shall I say, augmented breasts, tee shirt, jeans, and sunglasses sat in the window seat next to him. It was amazing. Her mouth dropped open when she got on. We got seated quickly as we had no carryon. Sir stood up and allowed her to get to her seat, but she could not take her eyes off the two burqas across the aisle.
Sir has decided that all plane travelwe are to sit, belt ourselves in, then blind ourselves and sit quietly in meditation the whole flight. FOr this first leg, that was foour and a half hours to Chicago, followed by 8 hours to Gatwick. So as soon as we got settled, maid reached up and a moment later I heard the zip of her eyeveil shutting down. I watched the rest of the plane board, just to see the fun, then, as the flight attendants were asking people to shut off electronics, I zipped my veil shut too.
I just sat back and maid and I held hands under our overlapping cloaks as the plane took off. After we were up, we leaned our seats back and just dozed off.
Until the flight attendant started her rounds! She kept asking us questions and did we need this and did we need that and I kept shaking my head no, but finally Sir had to tell her that we were both dead tired and were going to sleep. After that she left us alone. Sir said later that his seatmate just sort of moved away from him as close to the window as she could get. he had a laugh out of it.
After we touched down, maid and I unzipped our face veils under the burqas and folded them back, so we could see. I glanced over and, again, the buxom little thing sitting next to Sir was watching us like a hawk. Sir, on the other hand had what can only be described as a feces consuming grin on his face.
In Chicago, we made our way to the ladies to relieve ourselves and then followed him to the lounge again. We did the whole stay 3 paces behind and he really got into it as well. We did the kneel and prostrate ourselves thing again and he left us there for abot 5 minutes with our heads on the ground before he said we could sit back up. An airline representative did come by and ask him at one point if we would not be more comfortable sitting in the chairs. Sir simply said, "No, they would be very uncomfortable sitting in a chair. They're fine." The woman left. I think she was trying to suggest that other passwnengers might be more comfortable if we were sitting, but Sir refused to take the bait.
About 20 minites before we boarded, another representative came up and she introduced herself as our International First Class Ambassador. I have to say, this woman had an incredible figure and looked fantastic dressed in her uniform, with her gorgeous blonde hair in a very tight bun and high heels. She was impeccable with a lovely soft british accent. She asked very politely if there was anything we needed, Sir said no, and she said that she would come collect us when it was time to board.
So there we sat (knelt) for another 15 minutes. We were probably prostrated for 5 minutes and sitting on our heels for 30 before she came to take us to the plane. Sir was exceptionally well pleased with himself. Truth be told, maid and I were having trouble not giggling into our gags.
The woman took us past the line for boarding, and down the jetway. We weren't the only ones with such treatment. There were thwo others in first who received this treatment as well. It has to do with how many miles you fly and how much you pay for the ticket.
Once again, we are in seats next to each other, maid and I together and Sir across the aisle. These are the very nice sleeper seats as this is an overnight flight. Nothing much has happened. Sir has refused dinner for us and maid has already covered her yees and gone to sleep. I am about to, but wanted to blog this first.
Some passengers have looked at us, but there are two other women in traditional veils up here in First Class with their husbands (presumably) and quite honestly, we hardly stand out if you ignore the latex. Sir says that it has been common on the last several international flights he was on to see women in niqab or khimar. he flew through Detroit the other day and said it looked like Morocco because there were som many muslimahs in all manner of veiling wandering the airport. Apparently Detroit Michigan has the highest muslim immigrant population of any US city.
I am closing now. I will publish this as soon as I can after we land. we havea day in London and then we make our way to The North.
regards
Lady
This morning we got up early, I was washed and cleaned and lotioned as usual, but put into a smoky grey transparent skinsuit with no hood. Maid was wearing a similar suit. She does not usually, but Sir required it for this trip. She had already been up an hour before me to bathe and had bathed and dressed herself for the trip.
She dried me off and then put a black corset, knee high boots, and elbow length gloves on me, as well as a black, open faced hood. Over this, she put a long black rubber dress, ankle length, 3/4 length sleeves, and high collar with a bit of ruffle on the bust. The waist is small and tight, but the dress is one of my most comfortable ones. The skirt is loose and flared.
Maid covered her own hoodless skinsuit with a black corset, knee high boots, shoulder length gloves and a black victorian maid's uniform with a long straight skirt. It is a jumper and she donned a white latex blouse under it with ruffled collar and cuffs. Her black gloves looked pretty coming out from under the sleeves. She also put a black open faced hood on as well and it tucked in nicely under the ruffle of the blouse.
We made sure our proper full face hoods were in our carryon and then pulled our burqas on. We both wore black ones. I now have a red rubber burqa, like my nun's habit, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wear it for travel...far too attention gathering. However, I intend to wear it while we are on holiday.
Sir had arranged a limo to drive us to the airport rather than leaving our car there, so we all piled in. The driver was mid eastern and was, I think, pleasantly surprised to see two burqa'd ladies emerge from the house.
He held the door for us as if it were no unusual thing to him to see two women in voluminous veils climbing into his limousine. He did not speak to us, but only to Sir. For fun, maid and I did not sit on the rear facing bench seat. Rather we knelt between the seats, in front of Sir and prostrated ourselves for the whole ride to the airport. Sir didn't act surprised and the driver said nothing at all. When we arrived, though, and maid and I sat up on our heels seza fashion, we could see he had a big grin on his face.
We exited the limousine after Sir and it was interesting to see the stir we caused on the curb. People stared, but no one said anything. A skycap came over and took our luggage and we went inside to check in.
I had been taken through San Francisco security in my burqa, so we were a little unsure of the procedure. Quite honestly, the San Francisco ticket agent was a little unsure as well.
Sir explained that he had two women who did not show their faces in public and would need to be escorted through security and Id'd in private. The young man behind the counter seemed non-plussed and started by saying that he couldn't help. He kept asking to see our passports, which we had already given him. He literally checked my passport against my burqa five times before it seemed to dawn on him that there wasn't going to be a match.
Sir explained that we travelled all the time and that usually a female airline employee was called on to verify our identities in a private room. That we would uncover for an ID check for her as long as it was in private. He sort of looked lost and finally figured out he needed to ask a supervisor to come down. to his station.
It was amazing, suddenly everything changed. A dark, somewhat matronly woman in her fifties came down and said hello. The ticket agent said we wanted private screening and she said she thought we ight and would we follow her. Maid and i did so, while Sir handled the rest of checkin, checking luggage, getting boarding passes and what not.
The woman took us to a door behind the ticket counters and asked us to step in. she had collected our passports and said, "all I need is a moment to see your faces." Maid and I were both wearing black, latex pull on open face hoods which we wear under the burqas for this purpose. We lifted the burqas, the woman checked our passports and smiled and said, "that's fine, sisters. You're all set." She waited until our burqas were in place again and then ushered us back to the front of the ticket line and told the agent we were good to go.
Sir thanked her and she said, "I will escort you to security and they will walk you through there as well.You're going to the UK?"
Sir said yes, by way of Chicago. She smiled at maid and me and said, "well, you're dressed for it. It's getting rainy there today." Then as we were walking over to security, she made the comment, "I wish I could cover like you two. I miss it." sir asked her where she was from and she said "Saudi Arabia".
Sir thanked her and she handed us over to a TSA agent with a "These two need private screening". Tha agent was NOT non-plussed and she took us sraight through without even asking us to unveil.
Once on the other side of security, maid and I went to the ladies room and entered a handicapped stall together. I took my burqa off while she pulled out our full face, black hoods with no mouth holes. We decided to put these hoods on over the open faced ones. That will make it easier to change back for security upon arrival.
She helped me with mine and then I put hers on. maid and I are about the same height, but she is lighter and thinner than I am now. But with the hoods covering our faces we are almost identical twins. These hoods are special too as they have an eye veil which we can pull down and zip closed in place. Once done, we are blind as well as silent.
We put our burqas back and left the ladies room, now properly covered and gagged. Sir was waiting outside sitting in a chair. We came out and he stood up and escorted us to the first class lounge as we had some time to wait. We went into the lounge, Sir handing over his id card and escorting us back to the seats. The attendants said nothing about our attire. But we had a bit more fun. Sir sat in a chair and maid and I knelt on either side of him again sitting seza, on our heels. We prostrated ourselves for just a moment, but Sir said to rise and we both assumed seza again, just sort of staring at each other.
That raised a few eyebrows, let me say. Particularly from the business women passing by and the lounge was busy. This was all sort of planned. Sir had told us he wanted us to be as publicly submissive as possible this trip. Maid and I discussed it this morning and came up with the 'let's kneel and bow' approach.
I should also point out that Sir is travelling in black latex as well. he chose to wear a catsuit but with no feet, gloves, or hood. over that he is wearing a pair of very nice latex pleated trousers and a button down long sleeved latex shirt. He's wearing his latex blazer as a jacket. So, while he's not as obscured and intense as we are, he is still pretty much a rubber man at the moment.
We stayed in the lounge for about 45 minutes till our flight was boarding.We got on and settled in, no worries at boarding. We had seats together for me and maid and Sir was across the aisle. A blonde girl with very large, shall I say, augmented breasts, tee shirt, jeans, and sunglasses sat in the window seat next to him. It was amazing. Her mouth dropped open when she got on. We got seated quickly as we had no carryon. Sir stood up and allowed her to get to her seat, but she could not take her eyes off the two burqas across the aisle.
Sir has decided that all plane travelwe are to sit, belt ourselves in, then blind ourselves and sit quietly in meditation the whole flight. FOr this first leg, that was foour and a half hours to Chicago, followed by 8 hours to Gatwick. So as soon as we got settled, maid reached up and a moment later I heard the zip of her eyeveil shutting down. I watched the rest of the plane board, just to see the fun, then, as the flight attendants were asking people to shut off electronics, I zipped my veil shut too.
I just sat back and maid and I held hands under our overlapping cloaks as the plane took off. After we were up, we leaned our seats back and just dozed off.
Until the flight attendant started her rounds! She kept asking us questions and did we need this and did we need that and I kept shaking my head no, but finally Sir had to tell her that we were both dead tired and were going to sleep. After that she left us alone. Sir said later that his seatmate just sort of moved away from him as close to the window as she could get. he had a laugh out of it.
After we touched down, maid and I unzipped our face veils under the burqas and folded them back, so we could see. I glanced over and, again, the buxom little thing sitting next to Sir was watching us like a hawk. Sir, on the other hand had what can only be described as a feces consuming grin on his face.
In Chicago, we made our way to the ladies to relieve ourselves and then followed him to the lounge again. We did the whole stay 3 paces behind and he really got into it as well. We did the kneel and prostrate ourselves thing again and he left us there for abot 5 minutes with our heads on the ground before he said we could sit back up. An airline representative did come by and ask him at one point if we would not be more comfortable sitting in the chairs. Sir simply said, "No, they would be very uncomfortable sitting in a chair. They're fine." The woman left. I think she was trying to suggest that other passwnengers might be more comfortable if we were sitting, but Sir refused to take the bait.
About 20 minites before we boarded, another representative came up and she introduced herself as our International First Class Ambassador. I have to say, this woman had an incredible figure and looked fantastic dressed in her uniform, with her gorgeous blonde hair in a very tight bun and high heels. She was impeccable with a lovely soft british accent. She asked very politely if there was anything we needed, Sir said no, and she said that she would come collect us when it was time to board.
So there we sat (knelt) for another 15 minutes. We were probably prostrated for 5 minutes and sitting on our heels for 30 before she came to take us to the plane. Sir was exceptionally well pleased with himself. Truth be told, maid and I were having trouble not giggling into our gags.
The woman took us past the line for boarding, and down the jetway. We weren't the only ones with such treatment. There were thwo others in first who received this treatment as well. It has to do with how many miles you fly and how much you pay for the ticket.
Once again, we are in seats next to each other, maid and I together and Sir across the aisle. These are the very nice sleeper seats as this is an overnight flight. Nothing much has happened. Sir has refused dinner for us and maid has already covered her yees and gone to sleep. I am about to, but wanted to blog this first.
Some passengers have looked at us, but there are two other women in traditional veils up here in First Class with their husbands (presumably) and quite honestly, we hardly stand out if you ignore the latex. Sir says that it has been common on the last several international flights he was on to see women in niqab or khimar. he flew through Detroit the other day and said it looked like Morocco because there were som many muslimahs in all manner of veiling wandering the airport. Apparently Detroit Michigan has the highest muslim immigrant population of any US city.
I am closing now. I will publish this as soon as I can after we land. we havea day in London and then we make our way to The North.
regards
Lady
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Fascinating story here
Just came across this link. It is fascinating story about a young woman's experiment in veiling. I have to say I have not experienced as MUCH discrimination as she, but I have not been as analytical about it either.
http://www.easternecho.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi?11039&highlight=veil
http://www.easternecho.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi?11039&highlight=veil
Here is a recent photgraph. I thought the camera caught the light very well in this one.
Swathed in latex burqa
Interesting event occurred earlier today I was shopping in a bookstore when a woman woalked up and began explaining that I should not be wearing a burqa as it symbolized oppression of women. She went at some length about how should not let a man do this to me, etc, etc.
She was polite, but firm. However, as I was gagged underneath I could only shrug my shoulders and walk away. Then it occurred to me that I was actually 'oppressed' in much the manner she meant...allowing a man to control my actions and dress...
But she thought I was rude...
I doubt she ever considered the possibility that I was gagged...much less that I might be pleased with the situation.
Regards
Lady
Swathed in latex burqa
Interesting event occurred earlier today I was shopping in a bookstore when a woman woalked up and began explaining that I should not be wearing a burqa as it symbolized oppression of women. She went at some length about how should not let a man do this to me, etc, etc.
She was polite, but firm. However, as I was gagged underneath I could only shrug my shoulders and walk away. Then it occurred to me that I was actually 'oppressed' in much the manner she meant...allowing a man to control my actions and dress...
But she thought I was rude...
I doubt she ever considered the possibility that I was gagged...much less that I might be pleased with the situation.
Regards
Lady
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Rubber Enclosure for Sir
Several people have asked about Sir and his interests aside from being my Dom and maid's. He has suggested I document the last few days here where he has largely been at my disposal.
Sir has had a bad flu for the last week. no stomach issues and not even a headcold, but he's been feeling bad and wanted to stay home. This means he has been staying home all week. We decided that, as long as he was going to be home, he could be in Latex 24/7 like me (if he could take it)
The idea was his and we started about 4 days ago. Sir has a very elaborate suit with black and red stripes and a very alien style helmet. He often wears it around the house and he decided to see if he could keep it on for 4 days.
We started by me undressing down to my transparent skinsuit and bathing him. I shaved him and then dried him and lotioned his body that way is done by maid each morning.
We then slid him into the suit and hood. They are actually one piece when properly attached as the hood goes on to the suit with a zipped enclosure. It is possible for him to drink in the helmet, but there is no mouth and even the eyes are covered by mirrored goggle like lenses. The only air comes through hoses that curve around the head. But inside the hood he can breathe quite comfortably.
The suit can be locked on and I did so, then put him to rest on the couch watching TV for the day. He was fine for several hours, and even responded well when I played with him with a high power vibrator through his suit. Even though he was 'being ill' he was quite easily aroused.
We both had a nice liquid dinner. That is, we had milk shakes for dinner while we were both fully encased. Usually, SIR has something solid while I get to have the liquid dinner, but it worked out well this way.
Afterwards, I knelt on the floor beside him on the couch while he used me orally the way we like.
Then we went off to bed. He stayed in the suit all night without any trouble. In the morning I left him locked in and he asked to be put in the vacuum bed while I was bathed. But he got to watch through the clear latex when maid undressed me from my latex nightie and then when she brought me back to the bedroom and dried and dressed me.
Sir almost never watches this ritual for the last six months. He usually just lets me and maid do our thing as it were. But, since he was in double layers of latex bondage that morning, maid and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
So we played around a bit while maid dressed me in my most vistorian outfit. Heavy body corset, bloack shoulder length latex gloves, high necked ruffled white blouse with 3/4 length sleeves to show the gloves off more. She pulled smoky latex stockings over my legs and attached them to the corset's garters, then knelt down and put my nicest pair of knee high black rubber spike heeled boots on.
Finally, she slid a very tight ankle length skirt over my hips and knelt behind me to zip it down to the hem so I could barely move. Finally, she put one of my most restrictive hoods that has a condom gag, long nose tubes behind my head and straps and buckles.
With some strategically placed mirrors we made sure Sir, in his rubber bondage, got to see everything. maid was in a short french maid's outfit and we could both watch Sir respond to the show. It was loads of fun. We kissed and played and generally made him very anxious while pleasing ourselves more than usual.
I was supposed to free Sir for the morning, but insttead we girls decided to let him stew. Sir was in the vacbed sweating out his illness for about 3 more hours. Then, we let him out and maid took him to the bath and cleaned him and put him in another suit.
So the past couple of days have been like that. Sir has stayed in latex 23/7 just like me and is feeling much better now. We went out to a movie this evening ans he wore a catsuit under latex trousers and jacket ...just no hood. He even wore gloves out.
It has been a bit different with him encased almost as much as I, but the last few days have been lots of fun.
Lady
Sir has had a bad flu for the last week. no stomach issues and not even a headcold, but he's been feeling bad and wanted to stay home. This means he has been staying home all week. We decided that, as long as he was going to be home, he could be in Latex 24/7 like me (if he could take it)
The idea was his and we started about 4 days ago. Sir has a very elaborate suit with black and red stripes and a very alien style helmet. He often wears it around the house and he decided to see if he could keep it on for 4 days.
We started by me undressing down to my transparent skinsuit and bathing him. I shaved him and then dried him and lotioned his body that way is done by maid each morning.
We then slid him into the suit and hood. They are actually one piece when properly attached as the hood goes on to the suit with a zipped enclosure. It is possible for him to drink in the helmet, but there is no mouth and even the eyes are covered by mirrored goggle like lenses. The only air comes through hoses that curve around the head. But inside the hood he can breathe quite comfortably.
The suit can be locked on and I did so, then put him to rest on the couch watching TV for the day. He was fine for several hours, and even responded well when I played with him with a high power vibrator through his suit. Even though he was 'being ill' he was quite easily aroused.
We both had a nice liquid dinner. That is, we had milk shakes for dinner while we were both fully encased. Usually, SIR has something solid while I get to have the liquid dinner, but it worked out well this way.
Afterwards, I knelt on the floor beside him on the couch while he used me orally the way we like.
Then we went off to bed. He stayed in the suit all night without any trouble. In the morning I left him locked in and he asked to be put in the vacuum bed while I was bathed. But he got to watch through the clear latex when maid undressed me from my latex nightie and then when she brought me back to the bedroom and dried and dressed me.
Sir almost never watches this ritual for the last six months. He usually just lets me and maid do our thing as it were. But, since he was in double layers of latex bondage that morning, maid and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
So we played around a bit while maid dressed me in my most vistorian outfit. Heavy body corset, bloack shoulder length latex gloves, high necked ruffled white blouse with 3/4 length sleeves to show the gloves off more. She pulled smoky latex stockings over my legs and attached them to the corset's garters, then knelt down and put my nicest pair of knee high black rubber spike heeled boots on.
Finally, she slid a very tight ankle length skirt over my hips and knelt behind me to zip it down to the hem so I could barely move. Finally, she put one of my most restrictive hoods that has a condom gag, long nose tubes behind my head and straps and buckles.
With some strategically placed mirrors we made sure Sir, in his rubber bondage, got to see everything. maid was in a short french maid's outfit and we could both watch Sir respond to the show. It was loads of fun. We kissed and played and generally made him very anxious while pleasing ourselves more than usual.
I was supposed to free Sir for the morning, but insttead we girls decided to let him stew. Sir was in the vacbed sweating out his illness for about 3 more hours. Then, we let him out and maid took him to the bath and cleaned him and put him in another suit.
So the past couple of days have been like that. Sir has stayed in latex 23/7 just like me and is feeling much better now. We went out to a movie this evening ans he wore a catsuit under latex trousers and jacket ...just no hood. He even wore gloves out.
It has been a bit different with him encased almost as much as I, but the last few days have been lots of fun.
Lady
A Bit of an Adventure
I was out shopping today and stopped by the shop where I met the very nice lady a few weeks ago in the rain. We (maid and I) had a nice chat with her. I was in a long white dress and hood under my white burqa (it's been warm). maid was in her victorian uniform and a black hood under a black burqa.
We chatted for a while and drank tea. I bought a couple of pieces for the house. We talked about her time in Yemen and she asked about why we wore latex for our burqas.
We explained about wearing latex because Sir wants us to and how we enjoy it. She seemed quite comfortable with the notion of us being submissive. remember this is a lady in her 70's at least. She didn't seem surprised at the idea of two women submitting to a man.
After we chatted with her we went over to a local mall and did some more shopping. In one store we were trying some different perfumes and I am afraid we confused the shop girl by spraying colognes on our black and white latex gloves, then pulling them under our burqas to sniff them.
she was quite curious and asked why we were wearing burqas, why they were latex, and wanted to know what we wore underneath...we talked with her a bit and she let slip that she and her boyfriend like to get into some kinky rubber gear.
She told us she wore latex out clubbing sometimes, like a skirt or a top, but she was truly shocked when I told her that we were both in latex dresses and catsuits under the burqas.
And yes, I know cologne is not good for latex, but it wasn't much and we went and washed our gloves in the ladies room as soon as we had finished.
later, we left the mall and went to a cafe for a couple of coffees. Maid and I just sat at a table talking about some new latex clothing and some ideas I've had recently for restraining her during sessions. We attracted a fair amount of stares, but no comments. The waitress asked if we wanted refills. I suppose we did look a little odd, laughing and slipping our demitasse under our burqas to drink.
I tend to forget that we look odd to people now. The burqas look perfectly natural to me and I found myself the other day looking at a woman walking down the street and asking myself why she looked so odd. Then it struck me that I expected her to be more covered than she was. I have greown so used to the fact that maid and I (and even Sir) are covered in latex almost all the time that I am begining to find it odd to see flesh.
maid and I were talking about some new dresses Sir wants me to wear that are tighter and a bit more hobbling than my usual loose ones. Maid likes hers that are tiht and just below her knees. I like the look of them, but haven't worn them in public in years.
One of the things I want her to get used to is being tube fed and gagged for days at a time. I figure if I can do it, she should be able to as well, but she has never been comfortable with long term gagging and sleeping while gagged. But I was explaining to her over our coffees that I want her to be able to tolerate that and days of hooding and very long term encapsulation in the vac bed. I am certain that at least the couple next to us was listening in...people don't realize how closely you can watch them when you are the one in the burqa.
So we had a nice day out. Monday, we all leave for the UK for 2 weeks. We'll be touring the North and Scotland while Sir talks with money people. We have dinner scheduled with one of them. That should be interesting.
Regards
Lady
We chatted for a while and drank tea. I bought a couple of pieces for the house. We talked about her time in Yemen and she asked about why we wore latex for our burqas.
We explained about wearing latex because Sir wants us to and how we enjoy it. She seemed quite comfortable with the notion of us being submissive. remember this is a lady in her 70's at least. She didn't seem surprised at the idea of two women submitting to a man.
After we chatted with her we went over to a local mall and did some more shopping. In one store we were trying some different perfumes and I am afraid we confused the shop girl by spraying colognes on our black and white latex gloves, then pulling them under our burqas to sniff them.
she was quite curious and asked why we were wearing burqas, why they were latex, and wanted to know what we wore underneath...we talked with her a bit and she let slip that she and her boyfriend like to get into some kinky rubber gear.
She told us she wore latex out clubbing sometimes, like a skirt or a top, but she was truly shocked when I told her that we were both in latex dresses and catsuits under the burqas.
And yes, I know cologne is not good for latex, but it wasn't much and we went and washed our gloves in the ladies room as soon as we had finished.
later, we left the mall and went to a cafe for a couple of coffees. Maid and I just sat at a table talking about some new latex clothing and some ideas I've had recently for restraining her during sessions. We attracted a fair amount of stares, but no comments. The waitress asked if we wanted refills. I suppose we did look a little odd, laughing and slipping our demitasse under our burqas to drink.
I tend to forget that we look odd to people now. The burqas look perfectly natural to me and I found myself the other day looking at a woman walking down the street and asking myself why she looked so odd. Then it struck me that I expected her to be more covered than she was. I have greown so used to the fact that maid and I (and even Sir) are covered in latex almost all the time that I am begining to find it odd to see flesh.
maid and I were talking about some new dresses Sir wants me to wear that are tighter and a bit more hobbling than my usual loose ones. Maid likes hers that are tiht and just below her knees. I like the look of them, but haven't worn them in public in years.
One of the things I want her to get used to is being tube fed and gagged for days at a time. I figure if I can do it, she should be able to as well, but she has never been comfortable with long term gagging and sleeping while gagged. But I was explaining to her over our coffees that I want her to be able to tolerate that and days of hooding and very long term encapsulation in the vac bed. I am certain that at least the couple next to us was listening in...people don't realize how closely you can watch them when you are the one in the burqa.
So we had a nice day out. Monday, we all leave for the UK for 2 weeks. We'll be touring the North and Scotland while Sir talks with money people. We have dinner scheduled with one of them. That should be interesting.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Summer Days in Latex
It's been a while since I made an entry. Things have been quiet and not much has been happening. We are preparing to travel again next week. Two weeks in the UK as Sir goes on a list of meetings raising capital for his new company.
The weather has definitely warmed here in San Jose, which has prompted me to stay indoors a lot. Sir has told me I may wear only the Burqa over my skinsuit if I wish, reducing the layers to only two. I have not felt comfortable with this, however. It feels like I am undressed if I just pull the Burqa on over my naked 'skin'. I am hoping for nice cool, wet weather next week in England.
Sir caught the cold this time. He has been suffering from a bad cold for almost two weeks now. He caught it on his last trip, I think. He is getting better now and is much more fun to be around
He did feel it necessary to punish me (a bit) for borrowing the neighbor's camera, but has said that, with his permission in advance, I may go online with a webcam. So, from time to time I shall. And we should have more pictures soon too. As many of you have mentioned, however, Sir is NOT a very good photographer. However, I intend to capture some photos of him as well.
Went out to see the new movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith last weekend. It was hilarious and I love Ms. Jolie's latex outfit, but her leather coat was amazing too. And there is a lovely scene where she is meeting a bunch of other New York wives, but hasn't had a chance to pull off her kinky over the knee boots and fishnets.
We went to dinner after the movie the other night and that was nice. I have taken to wearing a gag that I can easily remove under the burqa. It is either a small ball gaga that fills my mouth or a short collar that wraps over my mouth and is zippered.
This way, I can go out in public gagged as I enjoy, then remove it at dinner. I was asked recently how I eat in the burqa. I have adopted a practice of taking a small plate or bowl under my burqa and just eating from inside. It is easier than trying to get each fork or spoon ful up under there.
I usually eat a little steak and vegetables precut into small bites. Teppanyaki restaurants work well for this. We do get a few stares, particulalry when my hands, gloved in tight latex, come out from under the burqa and pick up a bowl or a fork. People stare, but no one ever says anything.
I think that's about all for now. Hope to hear from everyone.
Regards
Lady
The weather has definitely warmed here in San Jose, which has prompted me to stay indoors a lot. Sir has told me I may wear only the Burqa over my skinsuit if I wish, reducing the layers to only two. I have not felt comfortable with this, however. It feels like I am undressed if I just pull the Burqa on over my naked 'skin'. I am hoping for nice cool, wet weather next week in England.
Sir caught the cold this time. He has been suffering from a bad cold for almost two weeks now. He caught it on his last trip, I think. He is getting better now and is much more fun to be around
He did feel it necessary to punish me (a bit) for borrowing the neighbor's camera, but has said that, with his permission in advance, I may go online with a webcam. So, from time to time I shall. And we should have more pictures soon too. As many of you have mentioned, however, Sir is NOT a very good photographer. However, I intend to capture some photos of him as well.
Went out to see the new movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith last weekend. It was hilarious and I love Ms. Jolie's latex outfit, but her leather coat was amazing too. And there is a lovely scene where she is meeting a bunch of other New York wives, but hasn't had a chance to pull off her kinky over the knee boots and fishnets.
We went to dinner after the movie the other night and that was nice. I have taken to wearing a gag that I can easily remove under the burqa. It is either a small ball gaga that fills my mouth or a short collar that wraps over my mouth and is zippered.
This way, I can go out in public gagged as I enjoy, then remove it at dinner. I was asked recently how I eat in the burqa. I have adopted a practice of taking a small plate or bowl under my burqa and just eating from inside. It is easier than trying to get each fork or spoon ful up under there.
I usually eat a little steak and vegetables precut into small bites. Teppanyaki restaurants work well for this. We do get a few stares, particulalry when my hands, gloved in tight latex, come out from under the burqa and pick up a bowl or a fork. People stare, but no one ever says anything.
I think that's about all for now. Hope to hear from everyone.
Regards
Lady
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Five months now...and I am seen
Another milestone in my new lifestyle. Okay, i was bored and I transgressed one of Sir's rules. I will pay for it when he returns from his current trip, I'm sure. But it was fun.
A couple of days ago I went online with a webcam and allowed some folks to see me in chat rooms. I have been receiving many requests for this, but Sir has always disallowed it. At first, he was most concerned for our privacy and did not want anyone being able to identify me. Hence, the fuzzy faced pictures many of you have commented on.
Later, I think it became a matter of discipline. However, a couple of days ago my next door neighbor had asked me to feed her cat while she was away. She has always been most understanding of my wearing the burqa around her, even when I was unable to speak. recently, however, we have struck up several conversations. She is out of town and has asked that I feed her cat.
As it turns out, she left her computer running, connected to the net, and with a webcam attached. I asked her if I could use it the first night she was away when she called to check on her pet (a 14 year old fat tabby cat who does NOT answer to the name "Ms Marple", despite it being the one used by her owner). My neighbor said it was fine for me to use the computer and camera, so two days ago I went online.
As many of you know, I have avoided this because Sir has said no and he is my Dom. The subject has come up several times, and I have asked him to allow me to cam online if I wear the burqa. He has always said no. So, this is a bit of a violation but, after nearly 5 months in total enclosure, doing everything he says and being a good girl, the tempatation was too much to bear. Besides, I was bored (puppy pouts beneath her two rubber hoods).
There were only a few of my usual chat friends online, but I had a nice picture enhanced conversation with them. I wore my black burqa and it was only a little strange to me that they could see me, but it was fun, I must admit. You folks who read my blog understand the appeal of the latex, orf the cover, and of my lifestyle so much more than people I meet on the street from whom I am still keeping a secret.
I went back yesterday and did the same thing, chatting with a couple of IAR friends and a muslimah I converse with from Poland.
I also entered a muslim chat room that I frequent. I have learned a great deal about the burqa, veiling, and Islam in general in here. I do not represent myself as a muslim, but I do mention to the people in the room that I veil completely wearing a burqa. If the subject of my clothing and material comes up, as it sometimes does when chatters check out my profile and pictures, I explain the whole 'Latex thing' completely.
The reactions I got were very interesting. All the people I chatted with identified as male, most from the mid east, a few from India and only one non-muslim, a hindu from India who hangs out in the room as well.
The reactions were 100% friendly. Many were surprised when I allowed them to see me in the burqa. They wanted to know why I covered so extensively and I told them it was a lifestyle choice my husband and I had made. Everyone I chatted with respected this, even if they disagreed intrinsically with the need to veil. This is an interesting and ongoing conversation within the muslim world.
There was some confusion as to why a non-muslim woman would choose to veil, but no outrage or upset. The two women I conversed with applauded (and have applauded in the past) the decision of any woman to cover herself and not show herself to men, regardless of religion. Just as an aside, there are several groups and websites of Christian and Jewish women who want to veil and cover, from their hair to their entore faces and bodies. I can't say if it is in any way a growing trend, but I have become very attuned to it and can definitely say that there is a groundswell of women from a variety of religious and ethnic backgrounds who do NOT agree with the notion that veiling is oppressive.
Several of the chatters, being male, wanted me to uncover to show my face, but I demured. In the end, they gave up trying to convince me. Frankly, this did not bother me...males are males the world over.
Interestingly, during the several hours I was conversing with muslims (who are fairly comfortable with the general notion of a covered woman), viewed by them in a latex burqa, not a single one asked about the material. In general, the reaction I got was, "oh, you are in hijab" or "Why do you wear a burqa?", or "it is good that you cover".
Never, "What is that material?" I suppose it was not recognized. i doubt many people in the mid east or India are that familiar with latex fetish clothing. When I looked at it in the view window, it did look more like black satin or silk...which is what it is usually mistaken for in public.
So, that was my transgressive foray into webcamming. I hope everyone that I was able to show myself to enjoyed the chats. I'll have to suffer some form of punishment and do penance for my willfulness, I'm sure, but, frankly, those times are usually rather fun anyway :)
RegardsLady
A couple of days ago I went online with a webcam and allowed some folks to see me in chat rooms. I have been receiving many requests for this, but Sir has always disallowed it. At first, he was most concerned for our privacy and did not want anyone being able to identify me. Hence, the fuzzy faced pictures many of you have commented on.
Later, I think it became a matter of discipline. However, a couple of days ago my next door neighbor had asked me to feed her cat while she was away. She has always been most understanding of my wearing the burqa around her, even when I was unable to speak. recently, however, we have struck up several conversations. She is out of town and has asked that I feed her cat.
As it turns out, she left her computer running, connected to the net, and with a webcam attached. I asked her if I could use it the first night she was away when she called to check on her pet (a 14 year old fat tabby cat who does NOT answer to the name "Ms Marple", despite it being the one used by her owner). My neighbor said it was fine for me to use the computer and camera, so two days ago I went online.
As many of you know, I have avoided this because Sir has said no and he is my Dom. The subject has come up several times, and I have asked him to allow me to cam online if I wear the burqa. He has always said no. So, this is a bit of a violation but, after nearly 5 months in total enclosure, doing everything he says and being a good girl, the tempatation was too much to bear. Besides, I was bored (puppy pouts beneath her two rubber hoods).
There were only a few of my usual chat friends online, but I had a nice picture enhanced conversation with them. I wore my black burqa and it was only a little strange to me that they could see me, but it was fun, I must admit. You folks who read my blog understand the appeal of the latex, orf the cover, and of my lifestyle so much more than people I meet on the street from whom I am still keeping a secret.
I went back yesterday and did the same thing, chatting with a couple of IAR friends and a muslimah I converse with from Poland.
I also entered a muslim chat room that I frequent. I have learned a great deal about the burqa, veiling, and Islam in general in here. I do not represent myself as a muslim, but I do mention to the people in the room that I veil completely wearing a burqa. If the subject of my clothing and material comes up, as it sometimes does when chatters check out my profile and pictures, I explain the whole 'Latex thing' completely.
The reactions I got were very interesting. All the people I chatted with identified as male, most from the mid east, a few from India and only one non-muslim, a hindu from India who hangs out in the room as well.
The reactions were 100% friendly. Many were surprised when I allowed them to see me in the burqa. They wanted to know why I covered so extensively and I told them it was a lifestyle choice my husband and I had made. Everyone I chatted with respected this, even if they disagreed intrinsically with the need to veil. This is an interesting and ongoing conversation within the muslim world.
There was some confusion as to why a non-muslim woman would choose to veil, but no outrage or upset. The two women I conversed with applauded (and have applauded in the past) the decision of any woman to cover herself and not show herself to men, regardless of religion. Just as an aside, there are several groups and websites of Christian and Jewish women who want to veil and cover, from their hair to their entore faces and bodies. I can't say if it is in any way a growing trend, but I have become very attuned to it and can definitely say that there is a groundswell of women from a variety of religious and ethnic backgrounds who do NOT agree with the notion that veiling is oppressive.
Several of the chatters, being male, wanted me to uncover to show my face, but I demured. In the end, they gave up trying to convince me. Frankly, this did not bother me...males are males the world over.
Interestingly, during the several hours I was conversing with muslims (who are fairly comfortable with the general notion of a covered woman), viewed by them in a latex burqa, not a single one asked about the material. In general, the reaction I got was, "oh, you are in hijab" or "Why do you wear a burqa?", or "it is good that you cover".
Never, "What is that material?" I suppose it was not recognized. i doubt many people in the mid east or India are that familiar with latex fetish clothing. When I looked at it in the view window, it did look more like black satin or silk...which is what it is usually mistaken for in public.
So, that was my transgressive foray into webcamming. I hope everyone that I was able to show myself to enjoyed the chats. I'll have to suffer some form of punishment and do penance for my willfulness, I'm sure, but, frankly, those times are usually rather fun anyway :)
RegardsLady
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Trip to Philly and a Rainy Day in Maryland
Did a little travelling this week. Sir took me to Philadelphia on a business trip this week. Had some fun shopping and went out to dinner a couple of evenings. Then we went down to Washington and I got to see my sister again.
We followed our usual protocol for air travel, with me in an open faced hood under the burqa. we had no problems on the way out.
While in Philadelphia I went out alone (maid did not accompany us on this trip) to go shopping in the mall downtown. Nothing much happened. I bought a new teapot for my collection, had some fun looking at shoes and bought a couple of books. For this outing, after lunch in the hotel, I had gagged myself as usual. It just feels so normal now, I didn't feel right going out of the hotel without it.
Later the first evening, Sir took me out to a Japanese restaurant. I wore my red rubber kimono under the burqa. Of course, no one saw it, but Sir knew I was wearing it. We did cause a few turned heads at the restaurant, but no one seemed overly concerned. I had a very nice Shrimp Teriyaki prepared at a hibachi table.
I spent the second day mostly in the hotel. Went out sightseeing a bit as it has been a while since I have been in Philadelphia. I was approached by a couple of muslimas in the museum but we just nodded at each other and passed by. They were both wearing niqabs and before my trip was over, I saw several other women covering their faces.
We went down to Washington the next day and Sir dropped me off at my sister's house while he attended some meetings. My sister and I got to sit and chat all day. She's doing well and enjoying new duties at her job. She talked with me a bit about my new lifestyle but she is very accepting of it. I didn't keep the burqa on the whole time as she knows I cover in total latex under it. It was a little odd to put a gag on in front of her before I left, but she understands. She actually called the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel.
The whole day in DC was wet. It was training cats and dogs and was quite cold. I was quite happy to be in three layers of latex, I can tell you. I wore the black one over my special red dress with hood and gloves to go see my sister. She actually told me my red hood was pretty (if still a bit disturbing to her).
Later, Sir and I left for the return flight from Dulles airport which was an absolute nightmare. Or rather it would have been if I had not been covered in my burqa. Because we had to have my identity checked by a special process, the TSA moved us right on past the huge crowd.
The flight back was long but uneventful. We were in first class and I decided to gag myself in the airport before we took off. Then, I just curled up in my window seat and went to sleep pretty much. Sir declined the meal for me. I did read a little, but didn't bother with the movie.
Spent Saturday reading and resting (and having some fun sessions with Sir and maid) and have just returned this afternoon from going out for a bit of shopping and lunch. The weather here is still lovely for being covered. A bit warm in direct sunshine but the wind is up enough to keep me cool. The white burqa works best for now.
Regards
Lady
We followed our usual protocol for air travel, with me in an open faced hood under the burqa. we had no problems on the way out.
While in Philadelphia I went out alone (maid did not accompany us on this trip) to go shopping in the mall downtown. Nothing much happened. I bought a new teapot for my collection, had some fun looking at shoes and bought a couple of books. For this outing, after lunch in the hotel, I had gagged myself as usual. It just feels so normal now, I didn't feel right going out of the hotel without it.
Later the first evening, Sir took me out to a Japanese restaurant. I wore my red rubber kimono under the burqa. Of course, no one saw it, but Sir knew I was wearing it. We did cause a few turned heads at the restaurant, but no one seemed overly concerned. I had a very nice Shrimp Teriyaki prepared at a hibachi table.
I spent the second day mostly in the hotel. Went out sightseeing a bit as it has been a while since I have been in Philadelphia. I was approached by a couple of muslimas in the museum but we just nodded at each other and passed by. They were both wearing niqabs and before my trip was over, I saw several other women covering their faces.
We went down to Washington the next day and Sir dropped me off at my sister's house while he attended some meetings. My sister and I got to sit and chat all day. She's doing well and enjoying new duties at her job. She talked with me a bit about my new lifestyle but she is very accepting of it. I didn't keep the burqa on the whole time as she knows I cover in total latex under it. It was a little odd to put a gag on in front of her before I left, but she understands. She actually called the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel.
The whole day in DC was wet. It was training cats and dogs and was quite cold. I was quite happy to be in three layers of latex, I can tell you. I wore the black one over my special red dress with hood and gloves to go see my sister. She actually told me my red hood was pretty (if still a bit disturbing to her).
Later, Sir and I left for the return flight from Dulles airport which was an absolute nightmare. Or rather it would have been if I had not been covered in my burqa. Because we had to have my identity checked by a special process, the TSA moved us right on past the huge crowd.
The flight back was long but uneventful. We were in first class and I decided to gag myself in the airport before we took off. Then, I just curled up in my window seat and went to sleep pretty much. Sir declined the meal for me. I did read a little, but didn't bother with the movie.
Spent Saturday reading and resting (and having some fun sessions with Sir and maid) and have just returned this afternoon from going out for a bit of shopping and lunch. The weather here is still lovely for being covered. A bit warm in direct sunshine but the wind is up enough to keep me cool. The white burqa works best for now.
Regards
Lady
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Out and About - In the Hail
What a day!
I was out shopping today at noon with maid. We were wandering up and down a shopping street here in the San Jose area. We were just walking about when suddenly we were being pelted with hail!
The weather has been stormy, wet, blustery, and cool, but this was incredible. Very quickly it looked like a snowstorm had blown through, except everything was marble sized hail stones.
I may now report that three layers of latex DOES protect one well from hail. Maid was only wearing the black burqa (must get her one of her own soon) and no hood underneath it. She could defnitely feel the little stones as they pelted down on us. By the time we reached the shelter of a store we were both laughing. Two women in bulky flowing robes barely able to see, running and dodging hailstones. We caught our fair share of looks of course, but the lady behind the counter n the store said it best. She was very friendly and ushered us in to the store. "Come in, dears, get our of the hail."
We thanked her and she then proceeded to offer us tea while we waited for the hailstorm to pass. We accepted and for 30 minutes we sat and had a wonderful conversation with a very nice woman named Mrs. Marshall, about 70 years old, who runs an antique oriental furniture store in the South Bay.
She was not the least put off when she offered to take our burqas and we politely declined. "I understand. I lived in Yemen and Saudi Arabia 40 years ago with my husband, God rest him, and the women there never took their's off either." Apparently he had worked for Aramco.
She didn't comment at all about the material being latex except to say it looked like it would keep out the rain. I suspect she thought we had simply dressed for the possibility of rain which has become so common here (we are alreayd 50% above our ANNUAL rainfall this year in San Jose).
We chatted for a while and the hail stopped. I acquired a lovely Malaysian teapot and maid and I went on our way. Mrs. marshall invited us back. I think just having someone to talk with for half an hour filled her day and it certainly pleased us. I shall definitely return
I have mentioned in comments that some people have a bit of trouble talking with me when I am so fully covered. They seem to be searching for my eyes beneath the mesh panel. Once they can focus on them, seen dimly through the mesh of latex, they seem more at ease.
I noticed that this woman had no such hesitancy and we actually discussed it a bit more. she said that she had when she first lived on the Saudi peninsula, but had rapidy got over it. "I learned to look at their hands. The hands told me what they were saying." I think I understand.
Maid and I have also noticed that two women in cover are more readily accepted or approached than one. It's as if we are less intimidating by being a group, albeit a small group.
More later
Regards
Lady
I was out shopping today at noon with maid. We were wandering up and down a shopping street here in the San Jose area. We were just walking about when suddenly we were being pelted with hail!
The weather has been stormy, wet, blustery, and cool, but this was incredible. Very quickly it looked like a snowstorm had blown through, except everything was marble sized hail stones.
I may now report that three layers of latex DOES protect one well from hail. Maid was only wearing the black burqa (must get her one of her own soon) and no hood underneath it. She could defnitely feel the little stones as they pelted down on us. By the time we reached the shelter of a store we were both laughing. Two women in bulky flowing robes barely able to see, running and dodging hailstones. We caught our fair share of looks of course, but the lady behind the counter n the store said it best. She was very friendly and ushered us in to the store. "Come in, dears, get our of the hail."
We thanked her and she then proceeded to offer us tea while we waited for the hailstorm to pass. We accepted and for 30 minutes we sat and had a wonderful conversation with a very nice woman named Mrs. Marshall, about 70 years old, who runs an antique oriental furniture store in the South Bay.
She was not the least put off when she offered to take our burqas and we politely declined. "I understand. I lived in Yemen and Saudi Arabia 40 years ago with my husband, God rest him, and the women there never took their's off either." Apparently he had worked for Aramco.
She didn't comment at all about the material being latex except to say it looked like it would keep out the rain. I suspect she thought we had simply dressed for the possibility of rain which has become so common here (we are alreayd 50% above our ANNUAL rainfall this year in San Jose).
We chatted for a while and the hail stopped. I acquired a lovely Malaysian teapot and maid and I went on our way. Mrs. marshall invited us back. I think just having someone to talk with for half an hour filled her day and it certainly pleased us. I shall definitely return
I have mentioned in comments that some people have a bit of trouble talking with me when I am so fully covered. They seem to be searching for my eyes beneath the mesh panel. Once they can focus on them, seen dimly through the mesh of latex, they seem more at ease.
I noticed that this woman had no such hesitancy and we actually discussed it a bit more. she said that she had when she first lived on the Saudi peninsula, but had rapidy got over it. "I learned to look at their hands. The hands told me what they were saying." I think I understand.
Maid and I have also noticed that two women in cover are more readily accepted or approached than one. It's as if we are less intimidating by being a group, albeit a small group.
More later
Regards
Lady
Friday, April 29, 2005
Four Months - and I can Talk Again
I do apologize to everyone. I have been terribly lax in writing for the last three weeks. My only excuse is laziness, I'm afraid. Well, there were those several days in immobilized bondage, but I should have found the time.
Let me bring you up to date:
1) I am finishing my 4th month, still encased 23/7. Everything is fine and, due to the extended rainy and cool weather here in San Jose, I have had no heat issues. I expected to be encountering warm weather problems by now, but we've been lucky.
2) I have travelled, recently, to Washington, DC with Sir and we had a nice little stay and visited my parents again (they live in Maryland). I am happy to report that they are more comfortable with my lifestyle choice. My father is still a bit leary, but he was very pleasant and seemed much more at ease with my mode of dress. My mother escorted me to Georgetown center for some shopping one day and we had no problems with me being in a burqa.
3) I DID spend a few days in some very severe bondage as Sir wanted to experiment with how long I could tolerate immobility. It was interesting and after a while quite pleasurable. I was left completely encased fo rthose three days, never allowed to remove my skin suit and not bathed. I was fed and watered (rather like a plant) by maid and she also massaged my muscles to keep me from being too stiff.
During that little experiment I was bound to a leather upholstered Coubosier recliner and it was laid back at bedtime for me to sleep. I had some difficulty the first day with cramps after about 6 hours, but maid massaged those away and then after the first night I became very accustomed to not moving. For those of you interested in the plumbing issues, yes I was "medically managed" with regards to waste. When I was released and bathed, I was a bit red in places like my shins and inner elbows, but it cleared right up after a long bath and fresh emoulients.
4) Sir is returning to the UK sometime this summer and may be taking me along, he hasn't decided yet. He will be in Europe in early May and I will be here in SJ, but that is not unusual.
5) I find it very odd to be ungagged when out in public now. As I wrote last time, Sir now allows me to go out ungagged after my hundredth day in total enclosure, unless he decides for me to wear one. So suddenly I can speak to the woman at the bookstore when I purchase something or I can chat with my parents when we are at dinner. But I find it very odd sometimes and I confess, I still gag myself on occassion just because it now feels more natural to do so. Sir laughs and generally allows me to silence myself if I wish.
Nothing much more has happened these last three weeks. The neighbors are used to me now and I actually had a conversation with the woman who lives next door. She was a bit uncomfortable talking to someone covered in a white burqa at first, but after 10 minutes or so, we were pretty much over the shock and awe stage.
I am noticing that people have a bit of trouble talking to someone who is talking to them from beneath a viel lik ethis. They don't seem to know when to start responding...rather the way some telephone conversatiosn are stilted because the parties are not in sync timing wise. I'll speak, then I'll wait for them to respond, but by the time they do I have given up and start to speak again. I suspect it is the lack of visual stimulation they recieve from my burqa. No facial cues to trigger their repsonses from. I wonder if it is an issue in Muslim communities that veil heavily or does everyone adapt after a while.
I ordered a coffee at a cafe the other day and it took twice as long because the man behind the counter couldn't seem to get all the questions out in a timely manner.
Well, must go now. Please sned me comments and questions. I love reading them and I promise to be quicker about posting. It is interesting, but I have received only 1 negative comment on my lifestyle change in the last 4 months. Everyone who has read this blog (and its copy) have been most supportive...even the skeptical ones have urged me to continue. I am very grateful for the support.
regards
Lady
Let me bring you up to date:
1) I am finishing my 4th month, still encased 23/7. Everything is fine and, due to the extended rainy and cool weather here in San Jose, I have had no heat issues. I expected to be encountering warm weather problems by now, but we've been lucky.
2) I have travelled, recently, to Washington, DC with Sir and we had a nice little stay and visited my parents again (they live in Maryland). I am happy to report that they are more comfortable with my lifestyle choice. My father is still a bit leary, but he was very pleasant and seemed much more at ease with my mode of dress. My mother escorted me to Georgetown center for some shopping one day and we had no problems with me being in a burqa.
3) I DID spend a few days in some very severe bondage as Sir wanted to experiment with how long I could tolerate immobility. It was interesting and after a while quite pleasurable. I was left completely encased fo rthose three days, never allowed to remove my skin suit and not bathed. I was fed and watered (rather like a plant) by maid and she also massaged my muscles to keep me from being too stiff.
During that little experiment I was bound to a leather upholstered Coubosier recliner and it was laid back at bedtime for me to sleep. I had some difficulty the first day with cramps after about 6 hours, but maid massaged those away and then after the first night I became very accustomed to not moving. For those of you interested in the plumbing issues, yes I was "medically managed" with regards to waste. When I was released and bathed, I was a bit red in places like my shins and inner elbows, but it cleared right up after a long bath and fresh emoulients.
4) Sir is returning to the UK sometime this summer and may be taking me along, he hasn't decided yet. He will be in Europe in early May and I will be here in SJ, but that is not unusual.
5) I find it very odd to be ungagged when out in public now. As I wrote last time, Sir now allows me to go out ungagged after my hundredth day in total enclosure, unless he decides for me to wear one. So suddenly I can speak to the woman at the bookstore when I purchase something or I can chat with my parents when we are at dinner. But I find it very odd sometimes and I confess, I still gag myself on occassion just because it now feels more natural to do so. Sir laughs and generally allows me to silence myself if I wish.
Nothing much more has happened these last three weeks. The neighbors are used to me now and I actually had a conversation with the woman who lives next door. She was a bit uncomfortable talking to someone covered in a white burqa at first, but after 10 minutes or so, we were pretty much over the shock and awe stage.
I am noticing that people have a bit of trouble talking to someone who is talking to them from beneath a viel lik ethis. They don't seem to know when to start responding...rather the way some telephone conversatiosn are stilted because the parties are not in sync timing wise. I'll speak, then I'll wait for them to respond, but by the time they do I have given up and start to speak again. I suspect it is the lack of visual stimulation they recieve from my burqa. No facial cues to trigger their repsonses from. I wonder if it is an issue in Muslim communities that veil heavily or does everyone adapt after a while.
I ordered a coffee at a cafe the other day and it took twice as long because the man behind the counter couldn't seem to get all the questions out in a timely manner.
Well, must go now. Please sned me comments and questions. I love reading them and I promise to be quicker about posting. It is interesting, but I have received only 1 negative comment on my lifestyle change in the last 4 months. Everyone who has read this blog (and its copy) have been most supportive...even the skeptical ones have urged me to continue. I am very grateful for the support.
regards
Lady
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
My First Hundred Days - A Celebration and a Change
Wow!
What a weekend. I was going to blog this yesterday, but just couldn't work up the energy for all this typing. The weekend was, to put it mildly, fantastic!
Looking back, I was quite tired and a bit strange in my previous post. Just one of those odd days. But, this past weekend has been glorious.
First, we had a visit from our friends from Zurich and Dallas. This is a very kinky couple we've known for years, but had not seen since we came to California. They are both dominant, very much into latex (although not exclusively), and wonderful friends. They also have a maid and they brought her with them, so there were 6 of us in the house this weekend and it was almost non-stop scenes. By Monday afternoon when they had to leave, I was exhausted...but VERY relaxed !
Secondly, to celebrate 100 days in latex enclosure (yesterday), Sir has decided that I no longer have to be gagged in public. I may wear a gag at my discretion or not unless he has a preference. So Dark, my dear friend, worry not, I will once again be able to communicate with people on the street!
Let me describe our weekend.
Our friends arrived by car as they are touring the Northern California wine country. They showed up Friday evening and joined us for dinner. Marie was dressed in a lovely leather skirt and vest and Kermit (her husband) was already rubbered up in a catsuit beneath his leather slacks and a nice leather bomber jacket.
Their driver and maid is a young girl named Laura or about 24 or 25...I believe she is a little younger than maid) and she was in a rubber military style jacket and skirt (from Libidex or Murray and Vern, I believe) so she was effectively in chaffeur livery.
They arrived in the early evening before dinner and we all went out to dinner leaving the maids at home. M & K are very dominant and Marie in particular is quite sadistic. Let me just say that maid and Laura were left alone, but very decidely attached to each other.
I, of course, was still in my burqa but this was when Sir surprised me with the OK to go out ungagged. Consequently, we were able to have a wonderful conversation and catch up on things as we ate. Yes, I ate too...finger foods that I could bring up under the burqa to my mouth.
After dinner, we went back to the house and Marie played with me and maid in her rather inimitable style. Suffice it to say that breath play, suspension, and riding crops were all in use. The men played with Laura who is quite enthusiastic and submissive and, while bisexual, leans more toward men than women. I think she got the easier ordeal .
Sleeping arrangements were fairly standard, except that maid and Laura were bound together to sleep in maid's bed. Maid is usually not in bondage for bed since she has to be up first. However, it was a special night for both of them.
Saturday morning we traded maids and Laura had the fun job of bathing me while maid tended to Marie's needs. However, Kermit is used to being bathed and dressed and servied by Laura as well, so that job fell to ME! For this duty, I was put into a second catsuit and a condom hood so he could use me orally if he chose while I was washing and dressing him. He so chose!
Later, after breaksfast and another session in the playroom we lounged around until M & K decided they wanted to go shopping. I accompanied them, but Sir and the maids stayed at home. We went out to a mall and to a nice shopping street they have here.
It was VERY strange to be able to go up to the counter at the bookstore and ask the man there about a book I wanted. I haven't spoken outside the house for over 3 months!
He was obviously a little leary of me in burqa and I'm sure he recognized it as latex, but he led me back to the right section and plucked it off the shelf for me. When he handed it to me, he made sure to touch my hand (red gloves that day) and stroked it just a little more than he really needed to.
That evening, Laura made dinner for us with help from maid. I was back in heavy bondage and gag for dinner so I was tube fed liquid by maid while everyon eelse at table enjoyed steak.
After dinner, the Dom(me)s watched a rather hardcore dvd M & K had brought with them from Europe while we three subs were put into service pleasing them. This basically entialed kneeling between their legs and keeping them happy as the DVD played. Kermit took me and Marie took maid while Sir got
Laura. Marie, as I said is more sadistic than Kermit and she used her riding crop extensively on maid during the first half of the movie. Then sh edemanded to trade with Kermit so I was exchanged for maid. That also necessitated a change in hood as a condom hood doesn't work well with her !
Sunday, we again lounged around, went to see Sahara later as a group of 6. This time, however, maid and I were both gagged and burqa'd while Laura was chaffeur girl. I was in white and maid was in black and beneath them we were both in very heavy bondage with our arms bound behind our backs and not allowed to wear dresses over our skinsuits, just a second catsuit.
Sunday lunch was at a restaurant before the movie, but both maids were left in the auto. I sat in my usual manner, close to Sir and gagged while they chatted. Kermit was rather dismissive of the wine country and the vineyards they had visited in Sonoma. But he's used to European wines.
Sunday dinner was similar to Saturday except that maid did the cooking and we all had that grand old dish that nearly destroyed me a few months ago...chicken fried steak! M & K have lived in Dallas long enough to de velop a taste for it and it's not that different from a schnitzel.
Sunday evening was another round of sessions. I was bound into a very interesting position with maid and we re-enacted our gasmask and shared breathing scene where we are running out of air while stimulating each other to orgasm. Sir and Kermit placed bets. Marie was too busy making it more "interesting" for us with her favorite whip. I won which meant that maid and Laura got to be the next contestants. I'm happy to say that maid won that one.
Winning means you're the first to come before blacking out.
Sunday night, I slept with Marie and she was, shall we say, most demanding. Kermit had maid and Sir had Laura. consequently, none of us rose early on Monday. However, M & K had to be on their way and were loaded up and back in their auto by 3pm. Laura and maid had quite a time cleanign and polishing the toys they had brogught and laura was orde3red to help maid make sure the playroom was all in order.
Sir, M & K and I chatted while that was going on, then they piled into the car and headed off to SF for a couple of days and a flight back to Zurich. quite honestly, Sir, maid, and I did absolutely nothing else Sunday evening excpet play a game of scrabble...then bed. We were all completely worn out...but it was a VERY fun weekend.
Just FYI, Yes, I maintained full enclosure and kept th eprotocol during the whole time M & K visited. There were times I was 'naked' menaing only in my skinsuit, but never anything less than that. K & M both brought some wonderful latex outfits with them and she wore a beautiful purple dress, very tight and just above the knee on Saturday when we were out. kermit usually wears latex under leather out in public as does Sir much of the time.
I was gagged a lot, but had plenty of time to sit and chat with them and I wasn't gagged at tall while Marie and I were together Sunday night. In fact, we stayed up late and caught up on a lot of girl talk after the rest of the house was asleep.
This morning, however, I really wanted to be gagegd again for the day, so I have spent the entire day in the house with a closed mouth hood and a mouth covering posture collar on. It just feels so strange to think I can go outside and tal to people. But I'm sure it will come back to me...like riding a bicycle.
That's it for my 100th day blog.
regards
Lady
What a weekend. I was going to blog this yesterday, but just couldn't work up the energy for all this typing. The weekend was, to put it mildly, fantastic!
Looking back, I was quite tired and a bit strange in my previous post. Just one of those odd days. But, this past weekend has been glorious.
First, we had a visit from our friends from Zurich and Dallas. This is a very kinky couple we've known for years, but had not seen since we came to California. They are both dominant, very much into latex (although not exclusively), and wonderful friends. They also have a maid and they brought her with them, so there were 6 of us in the house this weekend and it was almost non-stop scenes. By Monday afternoon when they had to leave, I was exhausted...but VERY relaxed !
Secondly, to celebrate 100 days in latex enclosure (yesterday), Sir has decided that I no longer have to be gagged in public. I may wear a gag at my discretion or not unless he has a preference. So Dark, my dear friend, worry not, I will once again be able to communicate with people on the street!
Let me describe our weekend.
Our friends arrived by car as they are touring the Northern California wine country. They showed up Friday evening and joined us for dinner. Marie was dressed in a lovely leather skirt and vest and Kermit (her husband) was already rubbered up in a catsuit beneath his leather slacks and a nice leather bomber jacket.
Their driver and maid is a young girl named Laura or about 24 or 25...I believe she is a little younger than maid) and she was in a rubber military style jacket and skirt (from Libidex or Murray and Vern, I believe) so she was effectively in chaffeur livery.
They arrived in the early evening before dinner and we all went out to dinner leaving the maids at home. M & K are very dominant and Marie in particular is quite sadistic. Let me just say that maid and Laura were left alone, but very decidely attached to each other.
I, of course, was still in my burqa but this was when Sir surprised me with the OK to go out ungagged. Consequently, we were able to have a wonderful conversation and catch up on things as we ate. Yes, I ate too...finger foods that I could bring up under the burqa to my mouth.
After dinner, we went back to the house and Marie played with me and maid in her rather inimitable style. Suffice it to say that breath play, suspension, and riding crops were all in use. The men played with Laura who is quite enthusiastic and submissive and, while bisexual, leans more toward men than women. I think she got the easier ordeal .
Sleeping arrangements were fairly standard, except that maid and Laura were bound together to sleep in maid's bed. Maid is usually not in bondage for bed since she has to be up first. However, it was a special night for both of them.
Saturday morning we traded maids and Laura had the fun job of bathing me while maid tended to Marie's needs. However, Kermit is used to being bathed and dressed and servied by Laura as well, so that job fell to ME! For this duty, I was put into a second catsuit and a condom hood so he could use me orally if he chose while I was washing and dressing him. He so chose!
Later, after breaksfast and another session in the playroom we lounged around until M & K decided they wanted to go shopping. I accompanied them, but Sir and the maids stayed at home. We went out to a mall and to a nice shopping street they have here.
It was VERY strange to be able to go up to the counter at the bookstore and ask the man there about a book I wanted. I haven't spoken outside the house for over 3 months!
He was obviously a little leary of me in burqa and I'm sure he recognized it as latex, but he led me back to the right section and plucked it off the shelf for me. When he handed it to me, he made sure to touch my hand (red gloves that day) and stroked it just a little more than he really needed to.
That evening, Laura made dinner for us with help from maid. I was back in heavy bondage and gag for dinner so I was tube fed liquid by maid while everyon eelse at table enjoyed steak.
After dinner, the Dom(me)s watched a rather hardcore dvd M & K had brought with them from Europe while we three subs were put into service pleasing them. This basically entialed kneeling between their legs and keeping them happy as the DVD played. Kermit took me and Marie took maid while Sir got
Laura. Marie, as I said is more sadistic than Kermit and she used her riding crop extensively on maid during the first half of the movie. Then sh edemanded to trade with Kermit so I was exchanged for maid. That also necessitated a change in hood as a condom hood doesn't work well with her !
Sunday, we again lounged around, went to see Sahara later as a group of 6. This time, however, maid and I were both gagged and burqa'd while Laura was chaffeur girl. I was in white and maid was in black and beneath them we were both in very heavy bondage with our arms bound behind our backs and not allowed to wear dresses over our skinsuits, just a second catsuit.
Sunday lunch was at a restaurant before the movie, but both maids were left in the auto. I sat in my usual manner, close to Sir and gagged while they chatted. Kermit was rather dismissive of the wine country and the vineyards they had visited in Sonoma. But he's used to European wines.
Sunday dinner was similar to Saturday except that maid did the cooking and we all had that grand old dish that nearly destroyed me a few months ago...chicken fried steak! M & K have lived in Dallas long enough to de velop a taste for it and it's not that different from a schnitzel.
Sunday evening was another round of sessions. I was bound into a very interesting position with maid and we re-enacted our gasmask and shared breathing scene where we are running out of air while stimulating each other to orgasm. Sir and Kermit placed bets. Marie was too busy making it more "interesting" for us with her favorite whip. I won which meant that maid and Laura got to be the next contestants. I'm happy to say that maid won that one.
Winning means you're the first to come before blacking out.
Sunday night, I slept with Marie and she was, shall we say, most demanding. Kermit had maid and Sir had Laura. consequently, none of us rose early on Monday. However, M & K had to be on their way and were loaded up and back in their auto by 3pm. Laura and maid had quite a time cleanign and polishing the toys they had brogught and laura was orde3red to help maid make sure the playroom was all in order.
Sir, M & K and I chatted while that was going on, then they piled into the car and headed off to SF for a couple of days and a flight back to Zurich. quite honestly, Sir, maid, and I did absolutely nothing else Sunday evening excpet play a game of scrabble...then bed. We were all completely worn out...but it was a VERY fun weekend.
Just FYI, Yes, I maintained full enclosure and kept th eprotocol during the whole time M & K visited. There were times I was 'naked' menaing only in my skinsuit, but never anything less than that. K & M both brought some wonderful latex outfits with them and she wore a beautiful purple dress, very tight and just above the knee on Saturday when we were out. kermit usually wears latex under leather out in public as does Sir much of the time.
I was gagged a lot, but had plenty of time to sit and chat with them and I wasn't gagged at tall while Marie and I were together Sunday night. In fact, we stayed up late and caught up on a lot of girl talk after the rest of the house was asleep.
This morning, however, I really wanted to be gagegd again for the day, so I have spent the entire day in the house with a closed mouth hood and a mouth covering posture collar on. It just feels so strange to think I can go outside and tal to people. But I'm sure it will come back to me...like riding a bicycle.
That's it for my 100th day blog.
regards
Lady
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Just a Short Note
Nothing very interesting the past few days. We went out to see Sin City the other day. very violent, but it was intersting watching it in several layers of rubber. I must confess that it was quite arousing in some ways.
Other than that, I've been keeping well. I was thinkng the other day that I am becoming subsumed into my new role. That I am sort of dissolving into my covers. I don't think it is soecifically because of the latex, but rather because of the covering, the gagging, and the the fact that my face is hidden for so long.
I have found myself remianing gagged afte we retunr fom an outing for longer and longer periods. It feels right and Sir does not object.
After the movie, we walked aorund a farmer's market and I bought some fruit. Maid will make a liquid smoothie from them. But I was staring at it wondering what it would be like to stop eating altogether, to have all my food pumped in and just remain gagged. Weird thoughts.
It is geting warmer now and walking in the daytime out of th ehouse is a bit more intense. So far I don't mind, but Sir insists that we watch it carefully and particularly has ordered maid to make sure my face does not suffer. He says I may be going out nude under hte burqa. By that he means oinly the transparent skin suit, not a second layer of a dress.
I did have a little girl walk up to me as we were leaving the theater and ask me what I was wearing. Rather than just ignore her I stopped and squatted down and held a fold of the burqa out to her. she touched it and smiled then ran back to a VERY watchful mum yelling, "mommy, she's wearing a balloon!" at the top of her lungs.
We have some friends coming to visit us this weekend. They are very much aware of my situation, so there won't be any issues there.
That's all for now.
Lady
Other than that, I've been keeping well. I was thinkng the other day that I am becoming subsumed into my new role. That I am sort of dissolving into my covers. I don't think it is soecifically because of the latex, but rather because of the covering, the gagging, and the the fact that my face is hidden for so long.
I have found myself remianing gagged afte we retunr fom an outing for longer and longer periods. It feels right and Sir does not object.
After the movie, we walked aorund a farmer's market and I bought some fruit. Maid will make a liquid smoothie from them. But I was staring at it wondering what it would be like to stop eating altogether, to have all my food pumped in and just remain gagged. Weird thoughts.
It is geting warmer now and walking in the daytime out of th ehouse is a bit more intense. So far I don't mind, but Sir insists that we watch it carefully and particularly has ordered maid to make sure my face does not suffer. He says I may be going out nude under hte burqa. By that he means oinly the transparent skin suit, not a second layer of a dress.
I did have a little girl walk up to me as we were leaving the theater and ask me what I was wearing. Rather than just ignore her I stopped and squatted down and held a fold of the burqa out to her. she touched it and smiled then ran back to a VERY watchful mum yelling, "mommy, she's wearing a balloon!" at the top of her lungs.
We have some friends coming to visit us this weekend. They are very much aware of my situation, so there won't be any issues there.
That's all for now.
Lady
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Day 90 -- Learning to be Human...in Rubber
Well, this is something of a crossroads.
Tomorrow, April 1, will be my 90th day in total enclosure. I wanted to recap a bit, then proceed a bit to explain the title.
I have now been enclosed fully in latex for 90 days. My head, face, hands, feet, and body are covered at all times except for an hour or so each day when I bathe. During that time I am bathing in a bathtub lined with a latex sheet, so I never touch anything but latex or water. We follow a special protocol that insures that I never see myself uncovered; there is at least a mediating layer of transparent latex between me and the world at all times.
My "skinsuits", as I call them, are transparent, thin latex catsuits with attached hoods, feet, and gloves. These are changed daily and they form the fundamental barrier between me and the world. Over a skinsuit, I wear catsuits, corset, stockings, dresses, boots, hoods, gloves, or anything else my Dom husband, Sir, orders. Typically, around the house, I wear a corset, a second, opaque hood, a second pair of gloves, and a long sleeved, full covering dress, ankle length.
When I go out in public, I am dressed in these multiple layers and then covered with a rubber burqa in the afghani style. I now have a black and a white one. The burqa is a socially acceptable manner for me to appear in public with a covered face. Under it I may be wearing an inflatable hood with nose tubes and gag and I may be restrained in armbinders, hobbles, or chains. It is all up to Sir. I am not allowed to speak in public and this is enforced with gags everytime I leave the house. I am quite often not allowed to speak in the house eiuther and went for a week blindfolded and gagged while Sir was out of town.
We have a live-in rubber maid who has been with us for over two years now and she attends to my needs in aid of this experiment in endurance and enclosure. hse wears latex maid uniforms (english or French) all the time, but does not cover her face with hoods ALL the time and does not have to sleep in latex everynight. She is submissive to both me nd to Sir and we love her dearly. She is a natural female, 26, and experienced in living a submissive latex life. hse has just agreed to stay with us another two years, at least. We call her maid.
maid is responsible for bathing me, dressing and undressing me, insuring I am well cared for in terms of my skin and health and also for doing the laundry, housecleaning, and cooking for us. she is the only person, myself included, who has seen my body and face uncovered in the last 90 days.
So, in 3 months, neither my husband nor I have seen my face or any part of my body without at least one layer of latex covering me. In fact, Sir has not seen my face even through transparent latex in over two months as he decided that I should be covered in an opaque hood at all times except bathing and he doesn't intrude upon me then.
More details of our protocol, how I avoid skin issues, me having a cold in a rubber hood, and my disastrous attempt at cooking in latex, as well as other day to day issues of living a life in rubber can be found in other entries in this blog. I just wanted to bring new readers up to date and to recap where we stand.
I now venture out in public quite often with or without Sir. maid accompanies me and is either dressed in her uniform or is covered by my spare burqa...We need to acquire one for her I suppose. I have actually gone out on my own when I could walk to my destination. A gag sits on a table by our front door and the burqas hang on hooks next to it, so I never forget to cover properly before leaving the house. Our neighbors have grown used to seeing me step out with Sir and maid and climb into the car, fully covered, but they have no idea how boud and restrained I am beneath the latex shroud of my burqa.
Just the other day I was out walking, alone, when I saw four muslim women emerge from a museum with their children in tow. They were all four covered and veiled completely, in niqabs and abayas. I was across the street in my burqa and we just looked at each other for a moment and nodded. Of course, they had no way of knowing I was gagged, but i wasn't heavily restrained that day.
My life has settled into a very comfortable routine of daily care, sessions with Sir and with maid (we share a fairly kinky lovelife together) and simple things like blogging, reading, knitting and embrodering, watching TV, chatting with friends on the web, etc.
Of course, I have also travelled a bit recently and am anticipating more trips soon. sir has determiend how to take me in full cover to other countries and other cities and we've had quite a nice few trips in the past 3 months.
What I realized a while back was that i was learning how to be a normal human being with regular interests, activities, and lifestyle while being covered and almost always silent. It has been a revelation to me. I no longer consider my latex life style to be at all unuusal. I would feel completely naked if i were to even venture out of the bathroom without at least a hood and a long rubber dress on over my skinsuit.
I am loving the submissive nature of this existence and the kinky play that goes with it. But I am also coming to realize that I am losing any sense of novelty about it. I have to force myself to notice the unusual aspects of my life sometimes...they ARE unusual, but they no longer seem so to me. I suspect this is similar to someone who loses their sight or hearing and adapts over a period of time to their new circumstance...someone who reflexively reaches for their cane or their dog's harness thae way I do for my gag and burqa.
Well, those are my thougths for 90 days into the experiment. I hope everyone is having as much fun reading about it as I am living it.
regards
Lady
Tomorrow, April 1, will be my 90th day in total enclosure. I wanted to recap a bit, then proceed a bit to explain the title.
I have now been enclosed fully in latex for 90 days. My head, face, hands, feet, and body are covered at all times except for an hour or so each day when I bathe. During that time I am bathing in a bathtub lined with a latex sheet, so I never touch anything but latex or water. We follow a special protocol that insures that I never see myself uncovered; there is at least a mediating layer of transparent latex between me and the world at all times.
My "skinsuits", as I call them, are transparent, thin latex catsuits with attached hoods, feet, and gloves. These are changed daily and they form the fundamental barrier between me and the world. Over a skinsuit, I wear catsuits, corset, stockings, dresses, boots, hoods, gloves, or anything else my Dom husband, Sir, orders. Typically, around the house, I wear a corset, a second, opaque hood, a second pair of gloves, and a long sleeved, full covering dress, ankle length.
When I go out in public, I am dressed in these multiple layers and then covered with a rubber burqa in the afghani style. I now have a black and a white one. The burqa is a socially acceptable manner for me to appear in public with a covered face. Under it I may be wearing an inflatable hood with nose tubes and gag and I may be restrained in armbinders, hobbles, or chains. It is all up to Sir. I am not allowed to speak in public and this is enforced with gags everytime I leave the house. I am quite often not allowed to speak in the house eiuther and went for a week blindfolded and gagged while Sir was out of town.
We have a live-in rubber maid who has been with us for over two years now and she attends to my needs in aid of this experiment in endurance and enclosure. hse wears latex maid uniforms (english or French) all the time, but does not cover her face with hoods ALL the time and does not have to sleep in latex everynight. She is submissive to both me nd to Sir and we love her dearly. She is a natural female, 26, and experienced in living a submissive latex life. hse has just agreed to stay with us another two years, at least. We call her maid.
maid is responsible for bathing me, dressing and undressing me, insuring I am well cared for in terms of my skin and health and also for doing the laundry, housecleaning, and cooking for us. she is the only person, myself included, who has seen my body and face uncovered in the last 90 days.
So, in 3 months, neither my husband nor I have seen my face or any part of my body without at least one layer of latex covering me. In fact, Sir has not seen my face even through transparent latex in over two months as he decided that I should be covered in an opaque hood at all times except bathing and he doesn't intrude upon me then.
More details of our protocol, how I avoid skin issues, me having a cold in a rubber hood, and my disastrous attempt at cooking in latex, as well as other day to day issues of living a life in rubber can be found in other entries in this blog. I just wanted to bring new readers up to date and to recap where we stand.
I now venture out in public quite often with or without Sir. maid accompanies me and is either dressed in her uniform or is covered by my spare burqa...We need to acquire one for her I suppose. I have actually gone out on my own when I could walk to my destination. A gag sits on a table by our front door and the burqas hang on hooks next to it, so I never forget to cover properly before leaving the house. Our neighbors have grown used to seeing me step out with Sir and maid and climb into the car, fully covered, but they have no idea how boud and restrained I am beneath the latex shroud of my burqa.
Just the other day I was out walking, alone, when I saw four muslim women emerge from a museum with their children in tow. They were all four covered and veiled completely, in niqabs and abayas. I was across the street in my burqa and we just looked at each other for a moment and nodded. Of course, they had no way of knowing I was gagged, but i wasn't heavily restrained that day.
My life has settled into a very comfortable routine of daily care, sessions with Sir and with maid (we share a fairly kinky lovelife together) and simple things like blogging, reading, knitting and embrodering, watching TV, chatting with friends on the web, etc.
Of course, I have also travelled a bit recently and am anticipating more trips soon. sir has determiend how to take me in full cover to other countries and other cities and we've had quite a nice few trips in the past 3 months.
What I realized a while back was that i was learning how to be a normal human being with regular interests, activities, and lifestyle while being covered and almost always silent. It has been a revelation to me. I no longer consider my latex life style to be at all unuusal. I would feel completely naked if i were to even venture out of the bathroom without at least a hood and a long rubber dress on over my skinsuit.
I am loving the submissive nature of this existence and the kinky play that goes with it. But I am also coming to realize that I am losing any sense of novelty about it. I have to force myself to notice the unusual aspects of my life sometimes...they ARE unusual, but they no longer seem so to me. I suspect this is similar to someone who loses their sight or hearing and adapts over a period of time to their new circumstance...someone who reflexively reaches for their cane or their dog's harness thae way I do for my gag and burqa.
Well, those are my thougths for 90 days into the experiment. I hope everyone is having as much fun reading about it as I am living it.
regards
Lady
Friday, March 25, 2005
Life in Latex -- With a Cold
What a week.
I have not kept up this blog for several days because I have been in bed much of this week with a head cold. Only today have I begun to feel good enough again to actually spend some time typing.
So how does one live in rubber and have a cold? I am always almost completely covered, often wearing a gas mask, HOW did I ever catch a cold?
I don't know, but let me say it is NOT a pretty experience.
The messy part, of course, was the sneezing. And Sunday and Monday, the sneezing was terrible, frequent, and gross. I shan't go into much more detail except to say that despite the rather elaborate results of sniffles and sneezes in a full enclosure hood, I remained true to my goal of staying covered.
Maid had her hands full, however, since my refusal to give in to a silly virus and abandon almost 3 months of enclosure meant that I had to have my skin suit, the transparent full enclosure suit I wear all the time, changed at least three times a day.
Sir was most supportive. He left it up to me as to whether I would abandon the experiment or continue to persevere. He also made it clear that if it looked like developing into something more serious we would quit. But this cold never even moved all the way into my chest.
As you know, I have several transparent skin suits as I call them and I am put into a freshly laundered one each morning. Well Sunday and Monday I was put into a freshly laundered one three times each day. Maid was a wonder, helping me change, helping me soak myself in a warm, rubber lined tub, then bringing in a suit she had just cleaned and dried and slipping me into it. And she has remained gas masked and filtered during all that so as no tto contract it herself.
By Tuesday, the sneezing and concomitant fluidic ejaculations (not the fun kind you understand) had ceased and I merely felt miserable. I was sore, stopped up, doped up on cough and cold medicine, and generally no fun to be around.
Maid and Sir conferred, and I have spent the last three days in confinement and bondage...again, not the fun kind...I was ordered to stay in bed, still rubbered and covered in latex sheets and duvet, my stuffy head floating on three latex pillows, and to get better.
Maid fed me, Sir held me, they pushed fluids into me and helped me push fluids out and I spent three days virutally a prisoner of my own rubber cocoon.
If I had felt better, it would have been heaven. In fact, as soon as I am recovered I want to do it again...without the aches, pains, cough, and inflated head. Because, when I look back at the last three days, all but chained to my bed, I realize just how nice and comfy and warm and cozy it was being in rubber bedrest for three days!
We did discover that an inflatable hood makes a stuffy head feel better...as long as you can at least breathe. But sneezing into a gas mask is just gross!
So, today, I am still a bit stuffy, but feel 1000% better and have come downstairs for the first time in a while. I am sitting here sipping a nice hot cup of soup (I developed a craving for chili while I was most ill), and blogging this little experience for the rest of you.
In the end, there was little difference between having a cold while encased in three layers of latex and having a cold wearing silk pyjamas. Except for the sneezing. I actually got pretty good at slipping tissues under my hood through the mouth hole and over my nose before I blew. But the pressure changes on my ears were not fun.
I have been un corsetted for three days which felt most odd. But today I am back in my little rubber corset (lavender) and lavender skin suit with a black dress over all that. I feel much better now and do not expect to have to change this suit until tomorrow's bath.
Quite honestly, while my first reaction Sunday was that a cold was going to be hell to bear with latex all over me, I have found that I had very little desire to remove my rubber. It is so second nature to me now that I really only feel comfortable with a couple of layers on. I was snuggling down deep in my little rubber cocoon bed and actually slept quite a lot over the last few days, feelig most protected and comforted.
I'm going to watch some TV now and then go back to bed...even this little bit of typing has tired me, but be assured, I am recovering.
regards
Lady
I have not kept up this blog for several days because I have been in bed much of this week with a head cold. Only today have I begun to feel good enough again to actually spend some time typing.
So how does one live in rubber and have a cold? I am always almost completely covered, often wearing a gas mask, HOW did I ever catch a cold?
I don't know, but let me say it is NOT a pretty experience.
The messy part, of course, was the sneezing. And Sunday and Monday, the sneezing was terrible, frequent, and gross. I shan't go into much more detail except to say that despite the rather elaborate results of sniffles and sneezes in a full enclosure hood, I remained true to my goal of staying covered.
Maid had her hands full, however, since my refusal to give in to a silly virus and abandon almost 3 months of enclosure meant that I had to have my skin suit, the transparent full enclosure suit I wear all the time, changed at least three times a day.
Sir was most supportive. He left it up to me as to whether I would abandon the experiment or continue to persevere. He also made it clear that if it looked like developing into something more serious we would quit. But this cold never even moved all the way into my chest.
As you know, I have several transparent skin suits as I call them and I am put into a freshly laundered one each morning. Well Sunday and Monday I was put into a freshly laundered one three times each day. Maid was a wonder, helping me change, helping me soak myself in a warm, rubber lined tub, then bringing in a suit she had just cleaned and dried and slipping me into it. And she has remained gas masked and filtered during all that so as no tto contract it herself.
By Tuesday, the sneezing and concomitant fluidic ejaculations (not the fun kind you understand) had ceased and I merely felt miserable. I was sore, stopped up, doped up on cough and cold medicine, and generally no fun to be around.
Maid and Sir conferred, and I have spent the last three days in confinement and bondage...again, not the fun kind...I was ordered to stay in bed, still rubbered and covered in latex sheets and duvet, my stuffy head floating on three latex pillows, and to get better.
Maid fed me, Sir held me, they pushed fluids into me and helped me push fluids out and I spent three days virutally a prisoner of my own rubber cocoon.
If I had felt better, it would have been heaven. In fact, as soon as I am recovered I want to do it again...without the aches, pains, cough, and inflated head. Because, when I look back at the last three days, all but chained to my bed, I realize just how nice and comfy and warm and cozy it was being in rubber bedrest for three days!
We did discover that an inflatable hood makes a stuffy head feel better...as long as you can at least breathe. But sneezing into a gas mask is just gross!
So, today, I am still a bit stuffy, but feel 1000% better and have come downstairs for the first time in a while. I am sitting here sipping a nice hot cup of soup (I developed a craving for chili while I was most ill), and blogging this little experience for the rest of you.
In the end, there was little difference between having a cold while encased in three layers of latex and having a cold wearing silk pyjamas. Except for the sneezing. I actually got pretty good at slipping tissues under my hood through the mouth hole and over my nose before I blew. But the pressure changes on my ears were not fun.
I have been un corsetted for three days which felt most odd. But today I am back in my little rubber corset (lavender) and lavender skin suit with a black dress over all that. I feel much better now and do not expect to have to change this suit until tomorrow's bath.
Quite honestly, while my first reaction Sunday was that a cold was going to be hell to bear with latex all over me, I have found that I had very little desire to remove my rubber. It is so second nature to me now that I really only feel comfortable with a couple of layers on. I was snuggling down deep in my little rubber cocoon bed and actually slept quite a lot over the last few days, feelig most protected and comforted.
I'm going to watch some TV now and then go back to bed...even this little bit of typing has tired me, but be assured, I am recovering.
regards
Lady
Thursday, March 17, 2005
See at last, See at last
Ah, light
Light is...painfully bright he first time you see it in a week.
Sir returned last night. maid drove me to the airport, took me into the terminal to wait for him and then, per his orders, left me standing netxt to a wall, burqa'd, gagged and blinded by my hoods. The gag for Wednesday's little journey was not just a thin layer of latex over my mouth to remind me not to speak. It was a blowup gag complete with inflator bulb dangling under mu burqa.
I stood next to a wall and just waited. I was in some fairly heavy bondge under there...not able to move much because of a chain from my wrists to my ankles and hobbled by a long tight skirt. It took forever just to walk from the parking garage to inside the terminal.
Maid was dressed in her english maid uniform with no hood, so she looked fairly 'normal' to be guiding someone who probably looked like a frail old woman under a burqa.
I waited for what seemed like forever for Sir to come get me. In reality, maid said later it was only about ten minutes. I felt someone take my arm, and then he said, "let's go" and I knew I was OK. Just a small heart attack.
He walked me back to the car where maid was waiting and then we drove home. Nothing special except me being trembling with fear and excitement. At home he and I went upstairs to our room and got reaquainted for a while :)
When maid announced supper, he led me downstairs and slowly took off my hood and gag. Fortunately, the lights were dim in the dining room. Even the candle flames hurt as I tried to blink vision back into focus. But over half an hour it got better and I was wonderfully pleased with being able to see again.
I'm not sure I want to do that again...a week blind and gagged was tough (although I found I had little to say after a week of silence and mumbled communication with maid). but it was an experience and it was interesting to see how restricting my sight could be a form of bondage too.
I will say that seeing him in his catsuit and hood and gasmask when he first took mine off was about as erotic a moment as I could stand. There is just something so kinky about coming out of the dark to see a tall rubbered man in front of you...whew!
Took me til tonight to feel I could sit and write by myself. So, that's it for now. More later.
Lady
Light is...painfully bright he first time you see it in a week.
Sir returned last night. maid drove me to the airport, took me into the terminal to wait for him and then, per his orders, left me standing netxt to a wall, burqa'd, gagged and blinded by my hoods. The gag for Wednesday's little journey was not just a thin layer of latex over my mouth to remind me not to speak. It was a blowup gag complete with inflator bulb dangling under mu burqa.
I stood next to a wall and just waited. I was in some fairly heavy bondge under there...not able to move much because of a chain from my wrists to my ankles and hobbled by a long tight skirt. It took forever just to walk from the parking garage to inside the terminal.
Maid was dressed in her english maid uniform with no hood, so she looked fairly 'normal' to be guiding someone who probably looked like a frail old woman under a burqa.
I waited for what seemed like forever for Sir to come get me. In reality, maid said later it was only about ten minutes. I felt someone take my arm, and then he said, "let's go" and I knew I was OK. Just a small heart attack.
He walked me back to the car where maid was waiting and then we drove home. Nothing special except me being trembling with fear and excitement. At home he and I went upstairs to our room and got reaquainted for a while :)
When maid announced supper, he led me downstairs and slowly took off my hood and gag. Fortunately, the lights were dim in the dining room. Even the candle flames hurt as I tried to blink vision back into focus. But over half an hour it got better and I was wonderfully pleased with being able to see again.
I'm not sure I want to do that again...a week blind and gagged was tough (although I found I had little to say after a week of silence and mumbled communication with maid). but it was an experience and it was interesting to see how restricting my sight could be a form of bondage too.
I will say that seeing him in his catsuit and hood and gasmask when he first took mine off was about as erotic a moment as I could stand. There is just something so kinky about coming out of the dark to see a tall rubbered man in front of you...whew!
Took me til tonight to feel I could sit and write by myself. So, that's it for now. More later.
Lady
Sunday, March 13, 2005
A Trip to the Zoo
Still hooded with no sight or voice. wearing the thin hood with no eyes or mouth again today, but with a standard full face hood with eyes and mouth over it. A bit tight with three layers on my face, but it's OK. Makes it a bit tougher to communicate with maid.
We went to the Zoo earlier today. It was a fun time. I was in my white burqa, of course, and maid put my black rubber one on after we arrived. She can't drive in the burqa. I couldn't see, but I could hear the animals and maid led me around like a blind friend.
We apparently caused a bit of a sensation, our rubber burqas billowing in the wind. Maid says some people watched us more than the animals. But everyone was polite and we had a nice hour or so out in the warm sun. It felt great on my burqa and my hood and fresh air was good.
Have not done much else this week, obviously. I have to meet Sir at the airport on Wednesday and I am a bit tense about that. Maid will take me to the meeting area, but I'll have to just stand there until he comes up to guide me to the car. Hope there aren't two burqa'd women waiting on husbands...a true comedy could ensue :)
That's about it for now
Regards
Lady
We went to the Zoo earlier today. It was a fun time. I was in my white burqa, of course, and maid put my black rubber one on after we arrived. She can't drive in the burqa. I couldn't see, but I could hear the animals and maid led me around like a blind friend.
We apparently caused a bit of a sensation, our rubber burqas billowing in the wind. Maid says some people watched us more than the animals. But everyone was polite and we had a nice hour or so out in the warm sun. It felt great on my burqa and my hood and fresh air was good.
Have not done much else this week, obviously. I have to meet Sir at the airport on Wednesday and I am a bit tense about that. Maid will take me to the meeting area, but I'll have to just stand there until he comes up to guide me to the car. Hope there aren't two burqa'd women waiting on husbands...a true comedy could ensue :)
That's about it for now
Regards
Lady
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