When Art Imitates Life

I have been meaning to describe the rest of the evening we had when we went to an art exhibit the other night. We went out to dinner first and this time, as my hood has a zip closure over the mouth for convenient gagging, I was able toactually have dinner with Sir.

We enjoyed a nice chinese meal (no shortage of asian restaurants in San Jose) and chatted a bit about his upcoming trip, my requirements for discipline and ritual bondage while he was gone, and other household topics like having the yard people in to clear some dead brush and trees.

I brought him up to date on some of the research I've been helping my friend with and then we talked about what wardrobe he would pack for a trip to Europe in October (catsuit, two hoods, pair gloves, slacks, boots, and blazer for the curious). he always overpacks and this time took his long rubber trench coat which he tells me he has not needed as it has been beautiful weather.

You must be aware by this time, that I sitting in the restaurant, covered in the burqa, wearing the dress, hood, gloves, etc you see above (yes, I DO wear some jewelry under the burqa...I just do not feel dressed without pearls sometimes), I have reached a point where this feels the most normal and comfortable.

Thinking back, I did not even notice the act of bringing my bowl up under the burqa to eat, the looks from other diners (which were actualy very few despite a full restaurant), or any 'difficulties' with the act of eating and drinking.

Dark mentioned in a comment to an earlier post about the difficulty of living in gloves. I just do not find it anymore. I recall isues when I first started, but now, having two pairs on (visciously tight, I should point out...my gloves are very thin and tight like surgeon's) seems the proper and normal way to touch things.

I have developed a whole set of reflexes regarding picking things up, holding them, placing them, all geared around being unable to actually touch with my skin. It took a while (I have never blogged some of the silly accidents I had in my very early days of rubbering...years before the total enclosure regimen), but now I do not even notice when I am blinded as I was for much of dinner.

The hood has zip-shut eyes as you can see. Sir allowed me to be blind on the way to the restaurant, sighted as we went in and sat, blind through dinner while we chatted, and on the way to the exhibit, then sighted while we wandered the gallery. He placed my hands on each bowl and plate of dinner and I actually managed chopsticks blinded with two pairs of gloves. My friend who is both seriously sight impaired AND a rubberist will be quite proud when she reads this. I oened and closed the zippers as he told me to.

The hood has a double zip over the mouth and I carried an inflatable gag with me, placing it in my mouth and zipping the hood shut over my lips. The only time i was able to speak was during dinner. I do find it terribly erotic to actually, in public, reach up and gag myself. It feels like the deepest sort of total surrender to Sir and to the rubber enclosure.

The most remarkable thing, however, was that I, for one, simply do not recall noticing anything strange. Being blind or bound for dinner is normal now.having myself fed by maid while strapped to a chair and sealed in several layers of latex is normal now. So many aspects of rubber fetishism which seem so extreme when seen in photos or described in posts seem compeltely normal after this much time.

After dinner, we rose and exited the restaurant, then drove over to the gallery. I was allowed to open my eye zips once we were inside, but had to leave myself gagged. Of course the burqa covered all.

The art was nothing spectacular. Dark, dreary paintings by a young artist who thinks he has experienced life's pain and has something to say about it.

Mostly an earth toned pallette and absolutely nothing I should want hanging on my walls. But the artist himself was shocked by the appearance of a black burqa clad woman in his exhibit. I, on the other hand, was happily surprised to see two muslim women wandering the gallery, one tall in full veil (wearing heels), the other, a shorter, older looking woman, in hijab and following a man I presume was older woman's husband from the look of him. I suspect the veiled girl of being the daughter, but it is hard to tell. You do not often see fully veiled muslimahs in San Jose, although hijab is quite common.

The artist came over as I was looking at one of his larger pieces, a triptych all in black brown and grey. He stood beside me a moment, then asked me what I thought. I put my hand up in front of my burqas mouth and shook my head. It took him a moment to understand that I would not or could not answer him.

Sir was watchig from the sidelines as he often does. he said later that the real show was watching everyone watch the artist. And the Gallery owner, sensing a disaster, virtually running over to intercept him before something horrendoous occurred in her space. All of this is speculation on Sir's part, but I do not doubt she was concerned as she came rushing up beside him rather out of breath.

He explained that he was just asking my opinion, and she started to relax visibly, when Sir walked over. "She can't answer you, I'm afraid. It is not alllowed. But I'll bet she thinks the piece is interesting but too large for our living room."

I (starting to giggle into my gag...has anyone else ever had a case of the giggles while gagged?) nodded vigourously under the burqa. The artist, sensing a commission, asked if a smaller version might interest us and he and Sir started chatting about sizes while I wandered on to the next piece. By this time I was nearly doubled over giggling and found a bench to sit on for a moment.

Now, San Jose certainly has its colorful nightlife and I am relatively drab all swathed in black rubber cloak compared to the goths who were also wandering the gallery. A girl standing over 6 feet tall, thin to the point of anorexia, hair three shades of henna and purple, black flowing dress straight from a gothic vampire novel with makeup to match wandered by accompanied by a Sid Vicious look alike (not a very good one). It is nice to know that punk isn't dead, it's just embalmed.

I watched as they looked at pieces, looked at me, looked at the patrons, all the while effecting very bored expressions. but then she started whining (and I DO mean whining!) about wanting a smoke and they quickly wandered outdoors, she first with him in tow. Ah relationships...so wonderful to see young people forming bonds.

A little while later, Sir collected me and asked if i had seen enough and was I ready to go. I nodded and we headed for the door. But on the way he directed me over to the where the artist was talking with one of the few willowy blondes in the place (SJ is NOT LA and brunettes abound here). he broke off a moment and said, "I'll call in a few weeks and we'll arrange the sitting?"

Sir responded, "Yes, I'll expect to hear from you." Then he turned to me and said, "You're having your portrait done...sort of." He and the artist laughed and Sir said goodnight (I bowed as I usually do) and we headed for the car.

On the way home, Sir explained that the artist wants to paint my picture, but in burqa. Sir explained some of our lifestyle to him and he wants to have me sit for him. Not sure why, but it should be interesting.

All in all a pleasant evening. and a good way to send Sir off on a long trip. I am missing him terribly what with the cat being gone as well, but maid keeps me company and we are keeping busy. I need to do some shopping tomorrow, just to get out of the house.

More later

Lady

Blog Comment Spam - A Growing Problem

Many thanks to all my readers over the past 9 and a half months. My enclosure experiment continues and I have a nice long entry to add later today. This short entry, is about a minor problem blogs are having and how I hope to alleviate it to some degree.

I have had increasing numbers of spam comments on this blog and the blocking does not seem to help. I suspect this may grow to be a serious problem very soon if something is not done.

I am going to ask my readers for help here. many blog spam comments are of the nature "I saw your blog. It is wonderful. Keep writing."

Un fortunately, a quickly dashed comment from a serious reader can have the same structure and it is hard to determine sometimes whether a comment is blog spam or not. So, in your comments, please make some specific remark to let me know you are not a spambot. for instance, a comment that refers back to my blog's overall theme of living in latex enclosure, or if your user name is identifiably related to our topic here such as "RubberEnclosed" or "LoveLatex"Hose" or some such. These are helpful.

For my part I shall try my best to delete spamming commetns as I see them and to NOT delete serious commetns from interested readers that are a bit generic. And I shall continue to hope that Google and other blog providers give us some strong, perhaps Bayesian, blockers soon.

Again, many to my readers. You have made this a very enjoyable exercise.

Regards
Lady

New Photos

Sir has allowed me to post new photos of me dressed for dinner, in my burqa, and relaxing in my sleep sack.

They are in my Yahoo Picture Album

We went out to an art exhibit this evening. It was lovely and I will describe it in more detail in my next post.

regards
Lady

A Night at the Cinema

Wallace and Gromit make me laugh. We went to see the new movie last night. Very funny.

I needed a bit of cheering up as, by the end of the day, I was a bit sniffly again over the cat. So when Sir told me we were going to go see the movie when he got home I got dressed up in shades of red...pink tint skinsuit, red corset, gloves, catsuit, and hood with built in gag. Then red burqa over all that. maid also bound my arms to my sides with a waist/wrist belt on the outside of my dress.

I have been feeling the need for a lot of restrictive bondage since kitty passed...i think it just makes me more comfortable to be encased and secured.

He got home just as I finished getting dressed and I was waiting for him in the living room. we were very short of time, so he just changed quickly into a catsuit with slacks and blazer over it, then we hustled into the car and headed for the cinema. I should mention, He likes to wear a gloved catsuit when we go out so he is almost as sealed as I am.

It felt a bit weird to be going into a G-rated film all sealed, gagged, and bound. The audience was predominantly junior high and college age as far as I could tell with my limited vision. We garnered a lot of looks, particularly as Sir was obviously in latex too. I do not think anyone confused my burqa for red silk last night!

We made our way to a seat high in the cinema, and moved into the center of the aisle. Watching kids scramble to let the weird flowing woman pass was fun...I know how nuns felt in the 60's now!

The cinema was full. After we were settled, Sir on my left and a girl of about 16 and her boyfriend to my right, a little girl of about 12 was heading for her seat when she tripped over my burqa as it filled the aisle in front of me somewhat.

I, of course, could do nothing being restrained beneath the red rubber, but Sir reached out a gloved hand and caught her. I saw her eyes widen as she felt the strange material and knew she would be gossiping to her friends down the aisle when she returned.

Sure enough, when she came back from the snack bar, Pepsi in hand, she surreptitously (but not very) managed to brush her hand on Sir's knees and then on mine, through the rubber. Fortunatley, she was sitting at the other end ofthe aisle so we did not have to listen to the chattering that i feel sure occurred.

I was glad that the female half of the couple next to me was sitting directly to my right...I am certain the 'feeling' incidents would have been much higher throughout the evenng if her boyfriend had been there.

The movie was fun. Wallace and Gromit are cute and Gromit is always a delight as he plans things out and communicates his emotions and intents without the aid of dialog (perhaps that is why I like him so much).

The story was silly and the scenes were ludicrous and I found myself laughing behind my gag so much I was in danger of choking :)...it is a very cute movie.

We ALWAYS wait for the credits to play out and this was no exception. This is our way of shoig respect to all the people who make a film atually happen. So much of the aisle's inhabitants passed in front of us as we watched the credits with their cute floating bunnies (I shan't say more for fear of spoiling it).

But I do swear, my burqa must have been brushed against by naked hands 3 dozen times! For a moment, I though some of the kids were circling back to the other end of the aisle so they could pass by us again.

We made our way out and then went to a quiet restaurant for a light supper for Sir. I did not eat, of course. I was fed later when we arrived home.
sir and I had a good laugh over the movie and the reactions. I felt much better after that, but did request to be allowed to sleep in my laceup bondage bag. He agreed, so i spent the evening immobilized in heavy rubber, hanging from two hooks in the playroom...hammock fashion.

I feel much better this morning and do not feel any impulse to the sniffles or tears...which is good...crying in a rubber hood is less than perfect.

Regards
Lady

Nine Months in Latex - and we lose a loved one

It has been a long week. And we have lost a long time family
member. Our pet cat of 20 years has finally passed on this
morning.

First, let me say that my total latex enclosure continues. We
have just completed 9 months of the 23/7 regimen and I am still
quite comfortable and healthy.

It feels very strange now to contemplate going back to less
than full enclosure. Even going out in latex hood and gag felt
strange in Tokyo a couple weeks ago. The idea of only wearing a
dress in public, with uncovered hands and face and no skinsuit
covering me completely is completely foriegn now.

September was a good month. Even Sir's allergies were not as
bad as usual and, of course, the trip to Tokyo was a very
pleasant surprise. I also received some new hoods from sir and
a new nightgown that has a hood and gloves attached for more
complete restriction while I sleep.

But last week our kitty, a plain little black domestic
shorthair, finally began to sucumb to old age. He was 20 in
march and has always been very healthy. But this last year he
has lost a lot of weight, and developed a thyroid tumor.

We've been treating him, but finally, his kidneys failed and he
started to become seriously dehydrated. For the past week, we
have been visitng the vet routinely and even starting
subcutaneous fluids by inserting a line into his skin.

Maid and Sir and I have been doing everything we can to make
his last couple of days comfortable. He's always been such a
good, friendly cat. He's never even been put off by the latex
on my face...still rubbed and marked me all the time.

It is a different kind of torture to have a heavy black cat
jump on your chest and tickle you with his whiskers while you
are encased in head to toe rubber and bound to a bondage table.
Maid used to delight in teasing me with him.

He was, for some reason, always attracted to the sound of our
vibrators. Anytime we turned them on he would come running and
often insert himself in the middle of our play by nuzzling and
rubbing our chins :)

I was amazed that he made the trip to california from our home
in Texas with no trouble. And at first he seemed to get
stronger and more healthy for the last part of last year. But
time gets us all in the end and he began to get weak a while
ago.

This morning I held him for about 2 hours as his last breaths
came. He was in no pain, and still nuzzled my face a couple of
times before he just lost all strength to move. Finally, about
8am, he let out one last little mew and died.

I am, admittedly, devastated. But he had a good long life and
was much loved by all of us here. We took him to be buried and
this afternoon we will clean out his things. But I will do so
with tears in my eyes. He will be missed by all of us.

Regards
Lady

A Night Out in Tokyo -- UnVeiled

I have been slow to write about the rest of my visit to Tokyo. No particular reason except that I have been very jet lagged and lethargic the week I've been back.

Sir took me out to a very interesting club in Tokyo one evening and did not require (or allow) me to wear my burqa. He decided that Japan is so accepting of masked women, strange costumes, and the like, that we could easily go out for the first time in many months with me unveiled.

I was in my red rubber kimono, over a black catsuit, gloves, boots, and a very severe black rubber hood. The hood covers my mouth and has perforated openings for me to see through. i was, as usual, in a thin, transparent skinsuit under that.

Finally, I was placed in a neck corset that covers my lower jaw and mouth as well, so there was no possibility of speech for the evening. Nothing unusual about that!

When we stepped out of the lift (Sir in a latex catsuit with slacks and blazer over that), we definitely stopped traffic in the lobby, but as we climbed into the limo for our trip to the club, the staff all bowed very deeply. I suppose they assumed I was in a CosPlay or something (where people dress up in manga or anime character costumes).

The club was down a side street from a very busy and lighted street, but I do not recall the district. It might have been the Shinjyuku district. The club had many people in it, a karaoke room, and fetish wear was not unusual, although not required.

I think I saw at least three other people hooded, perhaps not as severely as me. We were treated with respect, the hostess bowing to us and we were shown to a booth where we could watch the show. The show was, shall we say, exotic and erotic!

The door people and the hostess, waitress, etc, didn't bat an eye at a woman in latex kimono and hood coming into their club. Sir had drinks, the waitress spoke pretty good English and didn't seem worried that I was not imbibing. She acted like it was the most normal thing in an evening.

We spent abuot three hours there, until quite late, then walked a bit from the club to the big, lighted street with huge electronic signs and people hawking their stores with bullhorns. It must have been 2am, and it was very strange.

Lots of people were still out and they looked at us oddly, but we weren't the only ones in latex and I wasn't the only one with a mask or hood on. It reminded me a bit of mardi gras.

We went home a bit after that. I confess, I was extremely thirsty since i could not even drink in the outfit, and was quite tired by the time we arrived back at the hotel around 4am. It was wonderful, though (and a bit scary) to be out in public unveiled, but still hidden and silenced. I founf I missed my burqa, but felt comfortable by the end of the evening that I was OK to be out in total enclosure without it.

It was odd that, at first, I felt naked, but by the end of the evening, I was happy to be able to show off my kimono to other people than Sir.

I think I could come to love Tokyo, just for its willingness to accept the unusual.

regards
Lady

Touring Tokyo

We went shopping in Ginza the other day. Interesting shopping street, but quite honestly, I did not find it any more special than 5th Avenue, Bond street, or other famous shopping streets. Blobalization is a wonderful thing, but it has homogenized shopping somewhat.

We had fun though and no one was the least concerned about a white rubber burqa'd woman wandering back and forth across the street (blocked off for foot traffic). It was warm and far too humid for much leisurely walking, however.

We also wandered around some of the parks and other public gathering places (I confess, i do not recall the names) and saw some individuals engaging in CosPlay or Kurigumi. This is the practice, somewhat popular here in Japan, of people dressing up in complete body covering costumes as htei favorite anime characters. The costumes are fabulous creations, the face masks are very stylized and strange looking on life sized humans, and the people in the street accept them completely.

On character came up to us, bowed, then fingered the material of my burqa, rattled off something that included the word 'rubber' and bowed again, then went prancing off to rejoin her friends. she was in a bright blue dress with little white gloves and socks and skin toned tights and sleeves. I say 'her' because the character was female (I confess, I do not know my anime that well) but it could have been a man in the costume (who's to say?)

Sir has suggested that this might be a place where i could go out on the street in full enclosure, including full face hood, sans burqa, and attract virtually no comment...certainly I would not 'scare the horses' as it were. There were police directing traffic and they never looked twice at the CosPlay characters.

Well, tonight we are off to another dinner and I must go make myself ready. I shall write more later.

Enjoy
Lady

I'm in ... Japan????

I awoke this morning in Tokyo.

I didn't expect to awaken in Tokyo...at least not until two days ago.

Sir has had a trip to Tokyo planned for several weeks, but it came as a complete shock when he told me Wednesday night, that i was joining him on Friday's flight!

I've never been here before and I am looking forward to the adventure. I was not sure how my appearance would be dealt with, but, surprise, surprise, it ahs been no great thing. I was in white burqa and gloves, with white open faced hood beneath for allowing myself to be identified.

The passport control woman barely glanced at my passport, smiled and wiched me a nice stay. The customs inspector only asked to see our return tickets.

It was a long drive into the city, but interesting. it actually reminded me very much of parts of Britain...perhaps because we were driving on the left. The architecture is all newer, of course, but we passed through industrial areas and even passed a gasworks that would do London proud.

The hotel reception, doorman, an bellman were not at all nonplussed by attending a woman in a white rubber burqa...actually, I felt precisely as invisible here as the burqa is supposed to make you. They instinctively gravitated to and interacted with Sir, and effectively ignored me. I stood to the side like a satue as we were checked into our suite.

Then last night we went to dinner at a very lovely restaurant where we sat on tappan mats and ate Kobe steak. It is nice that Japanese cuisine tends toward small, pre-cut bites. I wore the red burqa over a long white dress. It is quite warm and humid outside and I am taking care to watch my temperature and hydration.

The red red burqa has red gloves to go with it and Sir let me wear a pair of black boots that look good with it. The white dress is long and straight although not terribly tight. I wore a white hood with it, of course, which has a very small mouthhole. This DID make eating a bit challenging, but I managed.

There were several other couples in the restaurant, including two beautiful women in kimonos, about 25 years old. While we certainly turned heads when we arrived, we were quickly assimilated into the crowd and ignored by the other diners.

Sir wore latex as well. His dress slacks, rubber tee, and rubber blazer, so we looked a right pair. We were met at the restaurant by a business colleague of his with a lovely young lady who I presumed was neither wife, nor niece, if you take my drift. Unfortunately, she did not speak English, so we largely spent the evening dining and staring at each other. She DID reach out and feel the fabric of my burqa and recognized it as latex...spoke several syllables two of which I recognized as 'rubber'.

She did not seem disturbed by this at all. I suspect she adorns his arm on a regular basis. He and Sir discussed business a bit toward the end of the meal, but we were tired and he seemed just as happy to make it a relatively quick dinner. We all left shortly after our meal. he asked Sir if we were going on to one of the clubs, but Sir explained that we were going to get over jetlag. The fact that Sir was in rubber too didn't seme to faze this man at all.

Today we have some siteseeing and shopping planned and I am looking forwad to seeing the Ginza district.

I shall blog more later.
Sayonara
Lady

Dog Days of Summer -- The A/C breaks

It was warm yesterday and our air conditioning failed in the house. Dealing with that is a bit of an artform. I could sweat it out, literally, in skinsuit and dress only, or we could head for the nearest cool mall and shop.

Unfortunately, they do not cool the malls here all that efficiently and I was concerned that with the high temperatures, it would still be uncomfortabe in three layers of rubber (four if you count my corset).

Also, we needed to await the repairman as Sir could not be at home yesterday. So, maid and I adopted plan B. We bathed.

To make it a bit more interesting, I had maid dress me in my most extreme skinsuit. This one has no mouth or eye holes so I can see only smokilly through the grey tinted latex. I made her wear a hoodless suit with matching, but separate hood. Her hood has a small mouth hole for speaking, which we covered with a black lower face and chin gagging harness that fits over such hoods to prevent speech.

We dimmed the lights, closed the drapes to block the sun, lit a few scented candles, then climbed into the big tub which IS built for two people with enough bubble bath to create a wonderful amount of sound deadening foam and proceded to relax as only two women can with a lovely bath and a hand shower to play with. "Calgon, take me away :)"

The issue of the repairman we handled by simply awaiting his call on the intercom. When he arrived and rang the bell, about 90 minutes into our soak, maid took off her gag and answered, telling him she would be down in a moment.

Then she removed her hood, slipped out of the tub, dried quickly, and threw on a tight skirted French maid uniform over her transparent suit. She went downstairs and let him in and explained the trouble.

Yes, he was taken aback by her clothing, but she didn't allow it to distract him. she showed him the defective unit out back, told him to get to work, and in about 2 hours he had repaired it.
I, on the other hand, continued relaxing in my cool tub in the upstairs master suite and never saw him. There is something incredibly decadent about lounging in a cool tub, covered completely in transparent latex, unable to speak and barely able to see while life goes on, bustling about downstairs. I believe I understand the whole concept of Upstairs, Downstairs better now. :-)

I tried to read a bit, but the words were too fuzzy, so I just sank down in the cool water and actually dozed off a bit. It was lovely.

A couple hours later, maid signed off on the work, our AC was functioning again, and she joined me in the tub for another hour or so until the house was cool enough to think about getting out and resuming our usual routine.

I have not spent such a day like that in a long time and it was wonderful. Constant meditation, a certain level of sensory deprivation, listening only to my own breath and watching my chest rise and fall. All in all I spent about 5 hours in that tub and it was one of the most enjoyable times
I've had in a while.

I did not mind being unable to speak, and although I worried at first about the foggy vision, I quickly accepted it and just ignored it as much as possible. the sensation of the latex covering my face and neck and bust as I settled amid bubbles and water was just exquisite.

Must do that again sometime whether the Aircon is dead or not.

Regards
Lady

The Psychology of Total Enclosure -- Part the First?

While we've been vacationing, I have been thinking about how to describe some of the more 'transcendental' experiences I have been having during my total enclosure time. It occurred to me this morning that I have been more contemplative and introspective this past week than usual, so, without goin ginto a lot of explicit sexual detail, let me try to examine some of my reactions and thought processes during thepast week's latex-oriented adventures.
Many of these particular practices I have detailed in earlier posts, but I thought I would go deeper into my emotional and psychological reactions to them.

First and simplest:
My reactions to being fully encased all the time. Now, after more than 7 and one half months, I can say that this sensation has both retained its tittilation appeal and at the same time become exceedingly normal. My reaction has been to both crave and expect it. There is an incredible sense of anticipation and excitement every morning as I awaken (always between latex sheets, even here on the island) and it is often satisfied with sex. I adore early morning sex with Sir or with maid (or with both) and then the long lazy sensations that follow.

I find that the clear latex suits are so thin that every sensation seems to come thorugh without attenuation even though I know this cannot be true. I suspect I now have either adapted and my sense of touch is actually more sensitive or I would find having nothing between myself and the world exceedingly (and perhaps painfully) amplified because my attenuated sense would be bombarded. Actually, I am fairly certain it is the former because I do not notice that water of my bath against truly naked skin being irritating or too hot/too cold. nor is the towel I am dried with too scratchy or rough. What I DO notice, however, is an incessant craving for maid to hurry up and get me back into my suit. I feel outrageously exposed now even for the hour I am out of the skin suit.

I do truly enjoy the intimacy of being shaved by her and particularly find head shaving while covered in latex elsewhere to be outrageously erotic. I have multiple orgasms during this little ritual. There is an incredible sense of well being as she shaves, then dries, then covers me in the rubber. I almost can't find words for it except to say that I always sigh with a tremendous sense of well being and relief when the thin, clear hood covers my face once again.

I do not notice my hoods. They seem like the most normal thing in the world now and even in the heat I generally no longer find them oppressive in the least. Of course, when Sir has me in three or four hoods and they are specifically intended and tightened or inflated to cause me to feel oppressed (in a sexy way) I do feel that. But my reaction to the skinsuit hood is that it is the normal way to BE in an existential sense. The same is true of my hands being gloved and my feet being footed (is that a word?).

I do notice my other clothing in a sense. Corset, dress, second gloves or hood, boots, etc are all very nice and I find I have a rather girlish tendency to twirl in the mirror after maid dresses me each morning. But it is the same sense I had years ago when I dressed in satin or silk. I love the flowing and the feel of the drape of a sensuous fabric and none is more sensuous than latex.

I still have some trouble when I must put on a second pair of gloves. I'm sure most of you know the issues with gloves not sitting just right so they slide up the fingers and such. Well that still happens to me from time to time, but I deal with it. chlorinating the clothes seems to have worked well.

With respect to other psychology around wearing latex all the time:
I find that being in latex for hours and hours does make me more contemplative. I have begun working on papers again, but this time I am thinking about them from the standpoint of theperson who must turn inward.

That is, I believe, because while I am working on them I am encased and often gagged and even restrained around the house. it changes one's perspective.
Being sealed in a vac bed is an absolute wonder. I often have maid put me in mine even when I have not been ordered to. The sensation is, I think I used the word above, transcendental. Very rapidly I drift away on a soft rubbery dream and have even found it annoying for maid to begin stimulating me sexually when what I really wanted was meditation. This sensation of annoyance, for some reason, is always highly transitory :)

I do enjoy meditaitng in latex enclosures...vac bed, suspension bag, even just in heavy bondage. And I find being gagged adds to the pleasure of this. I actually rather enjoy going through an entire day unable to speak to her or to Sir. The sense of being Other, of being an object is heightened for me when I do this.

A few times I have been suspended for over 24 hours and overnight. This sensation is incredible. I find that I drift off into a special 'space' that many submissives talk about achieving only under severe spankings or whippings. I can get there by being suspended in a latex bag and just allowed to drift in my rubber universe.

Sleeping:
I am typically put to bed in the skinsuit and a rubber nightgown. sometimes I am in bondage, but most nights I am not. I sleep very soundly between rubber sheets and duvet on rubber pillows and I DO have rubbery dreams. Mostly these are erotic in nature and very private, however, the other night I dreamt of returning to teaching and of walking into my class sealed in latex and covered with a burqa. The funny thing was that when i looked up, all the students were either in burqas or sealed in TE as well, and I was gagged...so I stood in front of them all and pointed with a laser pointer at a presentation on the screen for 30 minutes without making a sound. Interestingly, all the female students were gagged too, but the male students could ask questions...which I could not answer, of course.

Going out in public: I simply no longer think twice about wearing the burqa to hide my hooded face. When I interact with people in the outside world, I don't even think about the fact that they cannot see me. Of course, THEY do, but I have lost any inhibitions about it. When I am gagged under the burqa, I do remain a bit more all of, but I still buy groceries, books, look at cosmetics, shoes, and clothes, and interact as I have to with staff and others. I love visiting my friend who runs the Antique store and I love being out and about with maid.

I also find it very sexually stimulating to be out with Sir while I am in total enclosure and burqa. I enjoy the submissive sense of myself walking just behind him, keeping my head bowed, and occasionally doing things like kneeling next to his chair at a restaurant. We have been to the Halal restaurant in London that I wrote about a few times as we've passed through and it is SO Sexy to be submitting like that while there are other women submitting that way too.

Family:
I have been having a long drawn out email conversation with my parents and have to keep assuring them that my new lifestyle is working and I am happy and healthy. My sister seems to understand, our son applauds us in our choices (as does hif girl friend) and Sir's niece and nephew have given us a lot of encouragement. I know I will never make my parents completely comfortable with this, but one must lead one's own ,life. here's a dilemma though, that i dreamt of recently...what do I do if one of my parents dies and I have to attend the funeral? In my dream I attended in latex, but in the real world that would be tough.

I think that's all I have for the moment. However, if you, my dear readers, have questions please ask them and I will endeavour to answer them.

regards
Lady

A Week in Paradise

It has been a most enjoyable week. We (Sir, maid, and I) have been vacationing in Hawaii.

Our usual travel arrangements applied. We passed through security, showing our open faced hoods to a female TSA agent in private (I think htey are getting used to seeing us now). Then, inside security, we put proper full face enclosure hoods back on and re-covered ourselves with our burqas.

Both maid and I stayed in burqas for the duration of the 5-1/2 hour flight from LAX. We were in first class and settled in and slept through most of the flight.

We landed at the airport in Hawaii and maid and I had our first taste of Hawaiian hospitality. There was somone waiting at the airport to place leis on us. The poor girl was shocked when Sir identified us. How do you put a lei on a woman in a burqa? Maid and I chuckled and bent our heads a bit, but we still had to hold them in place while we waited for the luggage.

Once our luggage had been collected we were taken by limo to the harbor where we boarded a launch and were taken by boat to a private villa Sir has rented for us. This house is gorgeous. It has four large bedrooms and overlooks the ocean and an isolated beach. There is a grounds and housekeeping staff that come in everyday. They were a bit surprised by our attire, but we don't see them much. Having a regular housekeeping staff allows maid to take a holiday a bit as well. she is only required to bathe, dress, and attend to my needs as opposed to her usual duties which include cooking and cleaning.

We have spent the week relaxing, playing, and I've even been scuba diving in the ocean which I had not counted on. Sir and I are both certified divers, but I have not been in open water since last summer and certainly not since I started my total enclosure regimen.

But the beach here is so private and secluded that I simply walked out to the water in full gear and still in total enclosure. Sir and I went beach diving several times. We have a fair amount of experience with this because he likes to play games with me in our pool, so I am used to wearing a BC and tank over a black rubber full enclosure suit. Things fit tightly, but that is, of course, the point.

We also went out at night to some very nice performances. There is a wonderful performance here that is like a cirque du soleil show but documents in music, dance, and acrobatics the history of the hawaiian people. We attended the other night. Yes, we had a few stares directed at two ladies in flowing robes in the tropical evening.

I should explain something about heat here. We have been quite careful to stay indoors during the high heat (about 30C or 85F) in the middle of the day. But the island is subject to constant winds and actually cools to as low as 68F during the evening. So it is actually not bad to go out in the evenings or to lay out on a lanai in the morning after we have breakfast.. That, by the way, I have been doing in just the transparent skinsuit, so it is, I suppose, our version of nude sunbathing :)

So, going out in the evening in skinsuit, dress, and burqa has been just fine. The humidity is actually not too high here.

We've done some museums and some dinners out, but for the most part, we've stayed in our wonderful villa, relaxing. I have seldom seen Sir stay away from email and work for so long. He has been spending days in latex enclosure with me and maid and we've been haivng loads of fun.
We return in a couple of days and go back to the 'real world' but much relaxed and rested.

Regards
Lady

Sleeping and Cooling in Latex

I thought for this entry I would talk about a couple of issues I have received questions about recently. Sleeping and dealing with the summer heat.

Sleeping arrangements in our house are, like many other things, elaborate. I am required to sleep whereever Sir tells me to each evening. Most of the time I sleep with him. Our bed is a king sized waterbed and is made up with latex sheets and a latex duvet. These have now been chlorinated and are as smooth as silk.

My sleeping attire is most boring, I assure you. No skimpy negligee or baby dolls here. I usually wear a long sleeved, ankle length, high collared nightgown. I have some that are over the head and some that are peignor style, that is open fronted.

I sleep in my transparent skin suit, of course. The nightgown goes over this and I usually just wear that for sleeping. But sometimes I am required to sleep in full bondage gear. This will typically be a second catsuit, gloves, boots, and a hood. I am usually corseted during these sessions as well. And I am made to sleep in bondage, arms bound behind my back, hogtie position, or some other form of bondage.

On rare occasions I am required to sleep in my vacuum bed. When this happens I am usually just in my skinsuit.

I had a bit of trouble learning to sleep with a hood on but that was many years ago. When we started the total enclosure I had to learn to sleep everynight in a hooded catsuit. This is a bit different from sleeping in a separate catsuit and hood. The hooded suits have to be made to measure and fitted to not be too tight when I'm sleeping in one.

We are always careful that I can breathe through both mouth and nose. Even the vacuum bed is fitted with a hospital style oxygen mask inside, so I breathe through both mouth and nose.
With respect to summer heat, this year has been a bit of a challenge. I understand from acquaintances that this is one of the hottest summers in recent memory here. However, we have adapted our regimen somewhat.

First, I stay indoors most of the time and as I have explained before we keep th ehouse at 68 degrees. secondly, I have for many years in Texas taught myself to walk slowly when wearing a lot of latex. I still do that now that I am fully enclosed, but of course that would never be enough in full enclosure in the Texas heat.

Sir has allowed me to, if I choose, dispense with the second catsuit and hood I usually wear and even a street dress when it is most hot. I must say that I have never gone out in nothing more than a skinsuit and burqa. But I have gone out wearing just the burqa over a loose dress and skinsuit with no second hood or gloves. We also tend to wear white latex as much as possible during the summer months as well. Or the lighter red or blue colors, although I only have red white and black veils for outdoors.

I hope that answers some of the questions I've been receiving. More later

Regards
Lady

A Visit from an Old Friend

I had a question recently about how long I was going to remian enclosed. It came from a friend of mine who is a university professor. she came over a few days ago to discuss my collaborating with her on a paper.

She was aware, from some emails we had exchanged, that I was trying this new lifestyle as a fully enclosed rubberist, but she had not visited me since i left Texas. So she had not seen me in full enclosure.

She rang the bell one afternoon last week and as it happened, I was the only one home. Madi was out shopping. So, I had to drop my burqa on over me before I could answer the door...the rule being that I do not show my hooded face to the public. Actually, it porbably wouldn't be a big deal if I answered the door hooded (maid has on occassion), but it has become a bt of a habit now to just duck under the burqa before confronting the real world.

She was a bit taken aback at first, asked if it was 'mme' under there, and when I said yes, she came on in. I pulled the burqa off and left it on its hook by the door.

Julia looked at how I was dressed underneath and let aout a "wow", then, with just a bit of hesitation, reached out and hugged me. We've known each other for many years (more than either of us like to admit) and we've always been good friends. No, there isn't anything kinky or sexual here, we just tend to hug when we see each other, which is notthat often as she lives in a completely different part of the country as I (and sometimes a different part of the world).

I was dressed in a blue dress, ankle length, full skirted, long leg of mutton sleeves, high collar, belted waist, with ruffles at the chest, neck, and sleeve cuffs. I had a pair of lack gloves on under the sleeves, but no hood or stockings over my transparent skinsuit.

The skinsuit was my blue tinted transparent one. so julia got to see my face covered in transparent latex and the fact that I no longer have any hair on my head. Usually, I would have worn a black hood as well, but with the summer heat, I have taken to not putting it on as much, particularly if I am around the house.

Just as well because I had forgotten she was coming and earlier I had been contemplating a mouthless gagging hood before I decided not to put it back on after lunch.

I hugged her back and told her to come on in and we went into the living room. I asked if she wanted tea and she said yes, then followed me into the kitchen. I put a kettle on and she started asking about how I was dressed, how long, how much, etc, etc. Julia has never been known for her shyness.

She commented on how deftly I made tea in two pairs of goves (after I explained that) and I explained how I had been forced to learn whole new ways of doing things after I became encased.

That got us into a whole long discussion about being encased. I explained quite straightforwardly what I was doing and why and tried to answer her questions. Julia is very open minded and came quickly to understand my reasoning and rationale for encasing, for living a D/s lifestyle and even for adopting the burqa in public.

Julia was fascinated adn we talked for quite a while. She watched me very closely as I drank my tea and ate some cookies. Have you ever noticed how crumbs accumulate around the mouthhole of a hood. I found I was much more aware of them eating in front of her than I usually am. I felt like I was constantly wiping my lips and chin.

After a bit more conversation, we got down to the business Julia had originally come to visit for. She wanted some help on a paper she had an idea for. She had several pages of data having to do with my area of specialization and wanted some help with analysis.
As we sat side by side on the sofa going over her data, it very quickly became just like old times. She and I used to do this a lot during our postdoc period. We would sit side by side going over data and papers and computer printouts (this was a LONG time ago) for hours.

Pretty soon we were working just as we always had. The first couple of times her hand brushed my glove she flinched a bit, but very quickly she got over it. After a while she moved even closer as we got more and ore into the work.

When we were done, I got up and went to make us some more tea. About that time maid came in.I had told Julia that maid was out and we had discussed that she wore latex as well, just not always full enclosure. So she was somewhat prepared when maid came in in a pink rubber french maid's uniform with black gloves and boots.

Julia let out a "Whoa!" but maid was the funny one. She stopped when she saw Julia sitting comfortably on the sofa and looked around, her arms full of shopping bags, and just sort of stuttered,"uh...he-he-hello?" while she looked around for me. I swear that she must have thought she walked into the wrong house.

I came out of the kitchen, introduced the two of them and told maid to put the shopping away and bring us more tea. She had recovered her composure by the time tea was ready and Julia had the opportunity to see how maid acts as a real maid, serving tea, cleaning the kitchen, collecting the dishes.

We chatted another half hour and Julia broached the subject of me coming back into the university world. I obviously demurred, explaining that I was quite committed to the full enclosure lifestyle we have chosen.

Julia looked at me and asked, "How long are you going to continue the experiment?"

Almost without thinking about it, I said, "forever." And at that moment I realized that I have essentially made the decision to transform the 'experiment' into a lifestyle choice. After almost 7 and a half months, the latex just seems so natural that I can't imagine returning to to my old mode of dress and life.

Julia sat back for a moment and i saw her studying maid as she cleared the dishes from our last pot of tea. "You know what? You could probably find a nice liberal university that would accept your desire to wear the burqa. Why wouldn't they?"

It might be possile., but i don't think I will be returning to the classroom anytime soon. We'll see.
It is certainly something to think about...a professor teaching in a rubber burqa. Lord, I haven't a thing to wear! :)

Regards
Lady

Midnight Run for Harry Potter

We went out to a local Barnes and Noble bookstore the other night to acquire the new Harry Potter novel. I have been staying indoors during the past few weeks because of the heat here in San Jose and because Sir felt it might be judicious for me to not appear too much given the recent events in London. However, we have been going out at night, that is, he and I, and we have had no trouble.
I have enjoyed all the previous HP books and Sir decided that we should go to the 12:01 first sale party at our local B & N. I dressed up in my grey victorian latex dress, and black hood, gloves, and boots. I really must see about getting grey gloves and hood to match.
I wore the black burqa, and chose not to wear a gag under it for this excursion. We drove to the store and went inside about 11.30.
By the way, just to re-iterate, and because there was some wuery about this in the comments to a previous posting, the primary reason I wear the burqa now is because to appear in public with a black, full face hood on, would get me stopped, harassed, and possibly arrested. While not officially illegal in the state of California, full face hoods or masks are considered threatening. But burqas and niqabs and such veils are considered acceptable (most of the time) and that is why I wear it in public so that I can be fully hooded underneath.
The store was full with about 250 children and an almost equivalent number of parents. They were boisterous, noisy, and quite wonderful. All were waiting for the magic Harry Potter witching hour.
I willsay we created a sort of bubble of quiet as we walked in. We walked over to the cafe section admidst about 100 open mouths and pairs of eyes. The children were amazed and I think the parents were a bit stunned.
Sir had me sit at a table while he acquired some drinks for us. I picked up a magazine along the way and sat reading it, glancing surreptitiously through my perforations at the people around me.
The mothers were cautiously curious but not too much. Pretty much, they began to ignore me. Not so the kids. The word must have flashed around the store very quickly because within about two minutes I noticed a steady stream of children passing by the cafe entrance lookig at me.
Sir brought our drinks back (an iced tea for me) and we sat for a few minutes enjoying them. I commented to him about the children and he said he had noticed them too. We chuckled about the stir we had made.
A few minutes before midnight we finished up our drinks and wandered over to the place where I got in line to collect my copy of the book. Sir wandered around and then took up a spot in the stacks where he could watch.
I was between two little girls, each about 12, I think. They were obviously intrigued by the black cloaked woman, but it was me that was most surpirased when the girl in front turned around and looked at my face and said, "are you a witch?"
I nearly died laughing. I told her no, I just liked Harry and wanted to get a copy as quickly as possible just like her. She asked why I was dressed "like that" and I told her I was required to cover myself. she said, "oh. Like the sisters at school?"
"Yes", I replied, "something like that." Then she surprised me again by asking which character I liked best in the books.
Suffice it to say that for the next 15 minutes we had a nice conversation about the intricacies of plot and character in the previous 5 books. The girl behind me joined in as well and we were chatting about it quite comfortably.
The service clerk was taken a bit aback when it was my turn to pick up a book. I think he was not expecting a Texan accent when I asked for just one copy (they were letting people buy up to 2).
After that we stood in line again to pay and I once more had to deal with a service clerk and hand over my credit card. The girls were still standing around and they wanted to know if I had to wear gloves all the time too when they saw my hands. I said, "yes, we're not supposed to show any skin."
A few minutes later I wandered over to where Sir was watching, grinnig from ear to ear. A few minutes later, we left the store, wandered out to the car and headed home. Sir just kept laughing all the way home. I was giggling too thinking about how easily the girls and I met on the plane of Harry Potter fandom.
Regards
Lady

Health Issues in Total Enclosure

I have been asked recently to address myself more to day to day life in full enclosure and to answer some questions from readers of my blog about such issues. It is odd, but I seem to forget to do that because day to day life seems so normal to me now. I, to be honest, hardly notice the enclosed and encased aspect of my life, the ritualistic dressing and indressing in multiple layers, and the daily D/s rituals we undertake.

So I shall try to confront some of these more prosaic, yet ultimately, I realize, facinating questions about how one can spend 7 months now in total latex encasement.

A recent query was what about visits to a doctor or what would I do in event of a health emergency. Sir and I have considered this issue carefully and we have certain rules in place for handling the situations that might arise. These rules encompass me, maid, and even Sir.

First, if I should develop a sudden allergic reaction to the rubber. This is a real possibilityas latex sensitivity can come on suddenly after years of wear, but might be more likely in as situation where the wearer has been exposed for extended periods as I am. Sir and I have agreed that, in the event of any indication of severe allergic reaction such as anaphylactic shock or even a precursor such as massive rash or itching poutbreak, I will be immediately stripped to the real skin and paramedics called. The experiment ends there.

Should a minor irritation occur, as happenned early on when maid left me too wet after a bath in one area, we will handle as we did then, leaving me in my skin suit if possible and treating it topically.

Should something like a heart attack occur or a serious burn or other injury, paramedics will be called and we will all simply have to face the embarrassment of being caught in flagrante latexo, as it were. If it is possible to get us into normal street clothes before they arrive, we will, but not at the risk of more injury. And this would also terminate the experiment.

However, for simple things such as a case of bronchitis, flu, or cold where I felt I needed a doctor's advice, we took a slightly different approach. We acquired a regular physician who makes house calls.

Now many poeple will say right here that this clearly means I am writing fiction. Ask most poeple in this country and they will tell you that no doctor has made house calls in 30 years. However, it is still possible to get one to do so...for only money.

If you travel as much as we do (particularly Sir) you learn that a good concierge at a hotel can work miracles. And, interestingly enough, hotels are sensitive to guests who find themselves under the weather. Sir and I have, on occassion, over many years of travel, availed ourselves of a hotel's doctor service.

Hotels will have a service or specific doctor they can call that will come out to the hotel and treat you on site for anything short of appendicitis. Yes, they will charge you a couple of hundred dollars or more for the service, and they don't take insurance, but we have always found that we can file a claim later and the insurance company will reimburse some portion.

When we started our experiment, Sir stopped at a local San Jose hotel and asked the concierge for the number of their doctor. Even though he wasn't a guest (and the concierge may not have known that) he was politely given the nmber. He called and checked to see if they would come to the house as well and the answer was yes.

By the way, hotels are, for all practical purposes, public service centers in many ways. Need a res room? There'll be one in the lobby. Need a taxi, there'll be one at the door, need directions or a restaurant recommendation? Ask the concierge or the doorman. Just need otrest when you've been walking all over London in a rubber burqa? Just walk in and sit in the lobby for a short while.Hotels are not really concerned with who uses their lobby services as long as you look like you might be a guest; if not today, then later in time.

My first cold, which I blogged, we handled ourselves. But a story I have not blogged involved me getting a bit of bronchitis a few months ago. It was annoying, but nowhere near as messy as the sneezing episodes. However, after a week, I was not getting better with over the counter remedies and Sir decided I needed a doctor.

We planned ahead. I was still covered in latex, but in separate hood, gloves, top, tights, and skirt with no skinsuit underneath in case the doctor needed to inject me or otherwise examine me closely. I was also, when he arrived at the house, in my burqa as was maid.

Sir had asked if there was a female doctor, but the service has none probably because women would not feel safe venturing into a stranger's house to perform exams and such.

The doctor who arrived was in his sixties or seventies, carried the traditional doctor's black bag, and was a bit shocked when Sir let him into our living room where two burqa'd women waited. Sir explained that we would need to remain covered unless absolutely necessary. The doctor took it in stride. I assume he thought we were muslim, but he didn't comment.

He said that he had treated women who had these requirements and that I could stay veiled, but he would have to be allowed to touch my chest and back to diagnose me.

So, maid lifted my burqa enough to give him access to my blouse and he had me unsnap it enough for him to slip the stethescope beneath it to listen to my lungs. He pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves and to his credit, he warmed the stethescope before putting it to my skin. I hadn't thought about him wearing rubber gloves, but, of course, almost all do now when they do any exam requiring contact.

He listened for a few moments, then asked if I had a fever, sore throat, or the sniffles. Sir said that no, we had just taken my tmp and it was normal as was my throat and nose. He also informed the doctor that my pulse was 72, my blood pressure 120/82, explaining that he had used one of the Omron wrist monitors just before the doctor arrived. I purposely did not speak.

He seemed satisfied with this, pronounced me as suffering bronchitis and wrote a prescription for oral pennicilin after asking if I was allergic to it. Maid helped me pull the burqa back into place. During the entire examination it had not left my face and head, merely been lifted and held, almost like a train, by maid.

He prescribed bed rest for a few days, said to watch for any fever and to call his office if I wasn't better in 10 days and he would return. He cautioned Sir about it developing into pneumonia and then he was ready to go. His office had already billed Sir's credit card for the $225 for a visit.

Should I have another need for a house call we will call him back. He did caution Sir about the possibility of latex allergy as he left and Sir assured him we were well aware of the issue. The dotor's only comment was, "yes, I guess you would be."

I spent a few days in bed, took my medicine and got better. we never filled the second prescription and haven't had a need to call him back.

So that is my doctor story. yes, you can be treated in latex without ever leaving your home. I do not know how we will handle my next pap smear and breast exam, however. But that's a few months away. and yes, maid and I do personal exams every month at least. Actually it's more like every week. And we do her as well as me even though she is in her 20's.

Next I think I will blog our recent foray in the dark of noght to the bookstore to acquire the latest Harry Potter at 12:01AM...amidst a hundred pre-teenage children. That was interesting!

The Family Reunion

I just realized I never actually got around to blogging our Family Reunion with Sir's family. With all the trouble in London, I suppose I forgot that I had not actually detailed our visit to Sir's family.

After we checked into our hotel (and after a very long flight from London) we waited a while until our son and his girlfriend, Wei, checked into the same hotel. So, we met our son and Wei for dinner.

For dinner we went downtown to a very nice restaurant. I wore my white burqa and Sir wore his black latex blazer and slacks. I have mentioned before that our son came out to us at Christmas about his own rubberist predelictions. He wore black rubber slacks and blazer too over a red catsuit. Wei showed up wearing a cute little sailor outfit in latex. She had picked it up in Japan. It has a very short blue skirt and a white top with blue sailor collar, a big red bow, and long gloves, all in latex. She was just gorgeous.

We had fun at dinner and got to know Wei more. she was fascinated with how I have to eat in the burqa and I just loved watching her and the two most important men in my life.
The next day we went to see Sir's family. Wei wore her sailor outfit again so as to make me feel more comfortable with two of us in latex. Sir's family were very shocked when we first showed up and I was afraid they would not be accepting of me in my rubbered state.

Sir and I had decided that, as with my family, I would remove my burqa and let them see me with a transparent faced hood. Once I removed my burqa and we explained that this was smply how I was dressing now, everything pretty quickly got back to normal. Certainly, they think I'm weird now, just as my own family does, but they were already sure of that with respect to Sir. It helped that Wei was with us in her latex skirt and top.

For the first day I was wearing my long white dress and a white hood with transparent face. I was still wearing a transparent skin suit underneath, so I had two layers of transparent latex between me and the world. There were miscellaneous niees, nephews, and cousins and Sir's great nephew whos only 1. His mother was a little leary of handing him over to me until I smiled at her and told her, "it's ok, I'm sterile". I wasn't of course, but it broke the ice.
I had never held a baby while covered in latex. it was just a bit strange feeling his skin under my fingers, but not feeling it, if you take my meaning.

The next day I wore my grey victorian which garnered quite a lot of comments and even compliments from sir's sister who sews like I do and was amazed at the accuracy and detail of the bustle skirt and blouse styling. I must say I missed hte matching hood, but chose no tto wear it that day. I wore a black one with transparent hood. Wei wore a very pretty, short black rubber jumper over a white latex blouse. It was really a kinky english schoolgirl costume, complete with white rubber knee high socks and a little redstriped rubber tie but I don't think anyone in sir's family recognized it as such.

We had a wonderful time and it was great to be able to share our rubberized life with our son and his girl friend. It made things a bit more acceptable to his sister and nieces and nephews that Wei wore rubber too. As we were saying our goodbyes back at the hotel, I thanked her. She seems completely comfortable with being a rubberist. I think her combination of Asian and Manhattan upbringing has something to do with it.

We flew back the next day with, once again, no issues, then Sir had to turn around and fly to London where, of course, the bombings happened. We had started to go out again last week, but since the second round of attacks this week, we have decided maid and i should stay indoors mostly. of course, she can go out in just her maid's uniform with no hood for food shopping and such, but I am to remain indoors until Sir feels it is safer for a burqa'd woman to be seen around San Jose. Right now, i probably WOULD be stopped by cops and forced to show myself.

Everyone take care and I will write again soon

Regards
Lady

My Heart Goes Out to London

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

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

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

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