Back in Ireland

Well, our time in the US is at an end. We headed for New York day before yesterday and came back to Ireland today after Sir completed some business in NYC

It has been very nice in Texas, but I must say, the cooler temperatures in New York were much easier to bear and the rainy weather here in Ireland is even more so.

The night before we left NYC we took in a show. I was blending in quite well since we saw Lion King and all the cast members were masked as well. :-). And in Mew York hardly anyone even noticed when I walked by.

The flight back to Ireland was uneventful, filled with families on vacation. We landed in rain, then made our way back home to the west.I have just uploaded some new pictures to my flickr account latexladyll .

These are from the house in Dallas and I hope everyone enjoys them.

regards
lady

A Lazy Saturday Morning - I'm Blue

I am just up a while this morning. Bathed earlier and then went for a swim. it is so nice to have the pool available. The temperature is only in the 80's at the moment, so being in a full enclosure black latex catsuit, then hooded with a very tight, low profile gas mask over that is not bad at all. The red burqa then covers all of that, of course.

You didn't think I was in some revealing rubber bikini did you? :-)

I can swim in that outfit quite effectively and I love the way a gas mask feels under water. Mine is a full hood with limited vision goggle eyes and no air canisters so it still fits close to the face. The burqa is, of course, required to meet our lifestyle requirement of covering my body completely when out of doors. It drags a bit, but I am not really trying to swim laps or anything, I am just paddling around.

Rubber is an incredible material for getting wet in. it is impermeable, but of course water seeps in, crawling over my skin and making the latex slide and stick in interesting ways. Sir and I actually like to swim in loose rubber like my burqa or his cassock. the swirling flowing mass of rubber is something you can easily imagine getting lost in, drowning in, then drifting to the bottom in a beautiful lowing rubber cloak or dress, all consciousness gone, the epitome of a rubber doll.

After a while Sir joined me and we had some nice fun in the pool this morning. Then we climbed out and relaxed in the shade on the deck allowing our second skins to dry. I love getting just a little sun and a lot of warm air on me in these situations. i feel like a rubber covered lizard. i know the sun is not good for the latex, but we don't do it often and it feels so snug and warm.

Afterwards, we went back in and changed into day wear. For me this was a transparent blue skinsuit with open eyes and mouth, but with front and rear plugs of soft pliable rubber. The skinsuit is tight enough to hold them in place. Then I put on a white rubber corset, white latex stockings, white rubber gloves, and white rubber ankle boots.

Sir inserted an inflated full mouth gag and then pulled on a second hood, also white, with no mouth, pepper pot eyes, and a built in neck corset which Sir tightened for me. This holds my head up and is quite severe, particularly as a second hood, but is very comfortable if one succumbs to its discipline and sits straight and does not attempt to move the head much. The mouth presses so tightly that nothing in my mouth can move and the little balloon gag is secure but somewhat chewable too.

Then stepped into a blue, ankle length, a-line rubber skirt and a matching blue rubber blouse with high collar, a very tight bodice and long sleeves over the shoulder length latex gloves.

I went back out to the living room, all blue and white, and was just settling down to watch some telly and to enjoy being plugged in all three orifices, when the doorbell rang.

When we have visitors, I must pull a burqa on so that is all they ever see of me. It is a solid rule even if the visitors are close friends or family. Only my blue rubber burqa was hanging on a hook by the door, so I tossed it on while sir answered the door.

Well, one does not toss this blue burqa on. It is the one with a built in body suit which is supposed to be snapped between the legs and with long sleeves, gloves, and a hood attached. I had to lower my skirt, step into the body suit and pull it up, pull the hood over my head and zip it down, fit the eyes (a second layer of perforations), slide my arms into the sleeves and gloves (thankfully lubricated well), then zip the back of the body suit up to my neck and lock the two zips together (they have a folio locking tab on them), then pull the skirt back up and into place.

Whew!
All done in about 3 minutes...so I could go greet our guests. Who turned out to be out next door neighbors stopping in to say hi. They are used to me in my weird coverings and not speaking, and only stayed a few minutes, chatting with Sir while I knelt next to Sir in silence.

He chatted with them a few minutes and they asked me if I was OK and some other yes/no questions like was I still liking Ireland...then they left.

So here I am fully dressed to go out into the world. Sir told he to stay burqa'd, we would go out soon. I have been so now for a couple of hours and he shows no hurry to go. but we'll get out sometime. In the meantime i am typing slowly as i have three layer of perforated vision and three pairs of gloves on...thank heaven the house is cool.

So much for the morning.
more later
Lady

Shopping in the Heat

We went out shopping today. It was very hot outside and even reached 100 degrees f. Just walking from the house to the car in the heat was a bit of a trial. Particularly as I was severely encased today.

Sir had me wear my white skinsuit...all white, fully encasing with a mouthless hood and made of medium weight latex. it is thicker than my usual transparent skinsuits. Over this I wore black boots, a black corset, a pair of black shoulder length gloves, and a second hood in black with plastic lenses built-in over the eyes. Lastly I wore a very tight ankle length black pencil skirt and a very strict looking white rubber blouse with tight sleeves and very tight cuffs, particularly over the two layers of gloves.

This outfit is very striking looking, particularly as the skirt is hard to walk in and the hood is quite intimidating looking. it is a bit different from my usual looser skirted dresses and is severely restricting to my movements. The second hood is very smooth, not really anatomical, and the lenses are mirrored so my eyes cannot be seen. The smooth panel that covers the mouth section seems to remove any semblance of facial features.

I was lounging around the house this morning in this outfit, reading a book and doing some embroidery, when Sir announced we were going out to shop. He handed me my white burqa and helped me put it on over the layers of rubber I was already wearing. He very kindly pulled the hood with its pepper pot eyes tightly over my other two hoods, making it even more impossible for me to speak.

Then he draped he body of the burqa over my head and adjusted the mesh so i could see through the two layers of perforations. The lenses make things darker as they act like sunglasses and the double layer perforations give things moire patterns.

Hitting the hot outside air, fully encased as I was, was like walking through a wall of heat. But I was safely handed into the car soon enough and then we were off. The air conditioning in the car cooled me off fairly quickly and I always love the way the burqa drapes and wraps around me when I am riding. The softness of the folds of rubber flowing over me and the cool air from the vents blowing through my eye mesh always calms me and makes me feel very relaxed.

We arrived at the mall and Sir handed te car off to the valet. A very nice young man held the door open for me and offered me his hand as I stepped out of the car. he did not seem the least surprised or taken aback by the presence of a burqa'd woman stepping out of a car. He did run his fingers over the black rubber gloved hand I held out for him to receive and I saw his eyes widen a bit, but he seemed to find nothing unusual about a veiled woman.

In the mall we walked slowly around, looking at jewelry, books, clothes, and electronics as we passed from store to store. At one point, though, I walked slowly (never fast in hot weather and certainly not fast in that skirt) over to the rail and looked down onto the levels below. There I saw a woman in a white walking with her family, two other women in fancily embroidered black abayas and niqab and an older man who appeared to be her husband. one thing I could see was that they were all wearing very stylish high heeled pumps under their veils. They were walking around shopping just as we were. her burqa was flowing behind her like a cloud. he was in a white caftan as well and I assume they were visiting from the emirates or the KSA.

Later, I saw another woman in a blue burqa walking through the mall as well, with her husband. The mall we were at is a very high end mall and it is an attraction for many foreign visitors. But I have never seen two women in burqa on the same day.

No wonder the valet was comfortable with a veiled woman stepping out of a car...
We had a wonderful time shopping. I was unable to communicate with Sir, of course. And when he stopped for a coffee I had to stand behind his chair the whole time looking conspicuous...I love being put in that position...demonstrating my submission to Sir in public. Sometimes it takes the form of me kneeling while he sits, but standing while he sits and enjoys a coffee, not moving, being unable to speak, and draped in latex...it is one of the most arousing things he makes me do.

This afternoon when we returned home, Sir ordered me to remain in my burqa and fully restrictive clothing and hoods. he allowed me to login to chat with friends but I had to stay sealed. I am still sealed this way as I write. The skirt is so restrictive in its movements I can barely walk and I can hardly feel the keyboard through the layers of gloves.

What a wonderful day!
Lady

At Home in the Heat

WOW!
WOW!

We flew in last evening from SF to DFW to spend a few weeks here at our house. Stepping off the plane, fully covered, of course, I have a much greater appreciation for living in Ireland!
WOW!

And a much greater appreciation for veiled women in hot countries. Committing and sticking to such a lifestyle of total cover is dedication indeed.

It was 95 when we stepped off the plane here. And about 80% humidity
WOW!

The plane flight was uneventful, First class was not very full and Sir and I sat side by side with me by a window. I did some reading and window watching while we flew rather than my usual napping routine.

I was in white, anticipating the heat on landing somewhat. And we dispensed with my usual third layer of a transparent skinsuit as Sir was concerned the heat would be too great for me initially. It has been a while since we were here in Texas in the high summer. So I only had on two layers:

Boots - but thigh high rubber, laced up the back, with 5 inch heels
Stockings - almost completely covered by the boots but with enough of a top to attach to the corset
Corset - overbust corset laced to my usual 20 inches or so
Gloves - new pair from SF, white and opera length (to the elbow)
Dress - loose ankle length skirt, tight bodice, puffed sleeves, tight at the wrist over the gloves, high collar, with a wide rubber belt that can be used to restrain wrists to waist.
Hood - built into the white burqa, no mouthole and very very tight to prevent speech, with pepper pot eyes
All under the burqa. Seeing was a bit difficult as usual, but I am used to it.

I was not restrained until after security, but spent the whole flight with arms restrained to my waist. For reading, Sir was quite clever. I was reading a book on my computer, the text blown up to a minimum of 14 point for reading ease, with a little notebook mouse attached to my gloved finger. These mice are designed for single hand cramped space use and if that's not my situation, i do not know what is.

But when we stepped off the plane onto the jetway I was taken aback by the sudden wash of heat. Once inside the terminal it was OK and I have long since learned to walk slowly and not build up too much heat from exertion when fully encased and shrouded in heavy latex.

The driver collected our luggage and we proceeded to our waiting limo. He is Jordanian and Sir requests him when we come back to DFW because he understands the issues of a fully veiled woman traveling in this area and weather. The true blast of warm June air hit me when I stepped out of the terminal into the late afternoon sun.
WOW!

But the limo was cool and we had time to relax on the drive to our house which takes about 45 minutes in the North Dallas traffic. The house AC can be controlled over the internet and Sir had already started cooling it down so it was quite comfortable when we arrived.

Today, as I write, the house is cool and I have even been out relaxing by the pool a bit (under the porch roof, in the shade). The weather is warm but there is a nice breeze and I am quite comfortable now, having begun to adapt to the warmth. The few days in the Bay area did not prepare me though. It is much much cooler in SF in June than here...indeed it was cooler than in Ireland.

Today I am in a loose blue dress and black boots, gloves, corset, and hood. When we go out I shall wear my blue burqa, I think. We do not have much planned for tonight, but may go out to a show in Dallas. later, next week, we have a dinner party planned for some friends, once the house is back in full function.

More later
Lady

In-Flight Entertainment

Flying to the US now and the flight is going well. It is 10 straight hours and Sir and I are two of only 4 people in the first class section of this plane. The other two are an elderly couple. He is tall and thin, white haired, in his 70's I should think, and dressed in a grey tweed jacket and khaki slacks. She is also thin, also white haired, still very good looking however and in a black suit with a skirt at mid-calf length and knee high black boots with good heels. she is even wearing the obligatory strand of pearls.

Sir is sitting beside me. This plane is a 1 - 2 - 1 configuration so we are in the center section. However, the seats are designed to be very private and to be sleeper seats, so I am separated from Sir by a panel between the chairs. It means that I must actually deal with the flight attendants myself rather than huddling next to the window with Sir as a buffer as I usually do.

The couple was sitting behind us also in the center section, but after takeoff, the woman moved across the aisle from me and is staring at me almost without shame. She does not even flinch when I turn to look at her through teh mesh of my burqa.

I am all in red today with a new hood sir gave me this morning just for this flight. for those of you who keep careful track of such things I am, from the ground up, wearing the following:
red knee high, lace up the back rubber boots with 5 inch stiletto heels
red rubber stockings that have a black seam up the back
a pair of red rubber double dildo panties
a red foley catheter and red collection bag attached to my left inner thigh

A red rubber corset which covers my hips and provides 8 suspenders for the stockings
The corset is an overbust, covering my breasts while forcing them together and up
There are soft rubber knobs on the inside of the breast cups to keep my nipples happy
I wear a matching neck corset that buckles to the top of the corset between my breasts and to the back of the corset down my back
Shoulder length red rubber gloves which are very slim and quite tight

Over all this is a red rubber dress with tight fitted bodice, short, stand up band collar, tight fitting waist, straight ankle length skirt, and long tight sleeves with tight cuffs covering the gloves

The new hood is also red with pepperpot eyes similar to those in my white burqa's hood
It is a zip down the back hood, medium weight, and very tight. fitting my face and shaven head perfectly
The hood has a semi-rigid sheath gag with a rubber ring fitteed behind my mouth.
It holds my mouth open continuously in a gentle 'O' shape
The sheath is double walled and filled with a jell...i suspect KY

All of this is worn beneath the red rubber burqa, freshly polished and gleaming

The new hood was not given to me until after we cleared security. Sir handed it to me and told me to replace the usual open faced hood I was wearing for the security check. I did so, as usual, in the ladies room, but I must confess that afterwards i stared at myself for some time in the mirror until another woman walked in.

My newly shaven head brought some questions from the security agent today. She required that I pull the hood back to see if my passport picture which ahs me with a bald head matched my current appearance. She asked me what the whole "getup" was about and I just told her "personal preference". She seemed mollified with that. To be honest, she is the first security agent in several months to ask me anything about my dress mode.

I discovered the interesting aspect of the new hood's sheath gag when I first put it on. with the ring behind my teeth I cannot close my mouth. However, the jell filled sheath gives me the sensation that there is always something filling my mouth and I can gently masticate it. The result for me is a very comfortable but completely filling gag. The result for Sir, when the opportunity arises, will be delightful i suspect. He has filled my other sheath gags with a variety of foams or jells before. Then, when he uses me orally the foam not only lubricates but squirts out all over him and all over my face in a pie in the face sort of way. This will most likely provide the sensation without the mess! We'll try it soon, I have no doubt.

I am sitting in my seat, belted in with the seatbelt across the burqa, and quite comfortable. I cannot eat or drink orally, of course, silenced and gagged as I am, but I have a red rubber feeding tube which I discretely inserted through my nose when I first put on the hood in the ladies room.

I have a large 60cc syringe under my burqa that Sir gave me. With that I can suck up water or tea and irrigate my stomach with it. I also used it to eat a tub of strawberry yogurt which, of course, tasted just like rubber. I even managed to communicate to the flight attendant that I wanted a second tub of yogurt which she brought me. She apologized that there was no more strawberry and asked if raspberry was OK. I nodded and then slipped it uner my burqa and proceeded to inject its contents as well. it also tasted just like rubber for some reason :) I do not know what she made of the perfectly clean, untouched spoon on my tray...it was still wrapped in the napkin I did not need.

I was impressed with the flight attendant's aplomb when dealing with my cover. She was surprised when she first saw us (Sir is in rubber too...slacks and a very tight rubber shirt all in high gloss black...yum!!), but directed us up to our seats and did not seem too surprised at my silence. Sometimes on these flights, the attendants try to ask if I need this or that and take a while to get the message that I am not going to respond vocally. but they've all had sensitivity training and quickly adjust to the presence of a silent, veiled, glossy, rubbery passenger.

This is a long flight but at least I will not have to use the lavatory. i can already feel that my collection bag is slightly fuller than it was before lunch. It is a nice rubber balloon between my thighs. And I love the feeling of being catheterized. It is so intensely objectifying and pleasurable at the same time.

I can barely see through the double mesh of pepper pot mask eye holes and burqa but whenever I look at the woman now sitting directly across from me, she is staring at me, watching intently. I drifted off to sleep a while ago and when I awoke i found her standing above me, looking down at me. Of course, she may not have noticed me transitioning from sleep to wakefulness as the burqa shows virtually nothing.

Speaking of showing nothing, we were wandering the streets of downtown here in Ireland the other day. I was in my newly repaired blue burqa and the wind was very light so it was not billowing too greatly. we waled down a side street and turned a corner and nearly ran into a couple of fully veiled niqabi.

This is a fairly rare sight where we live, and we all stopped for a moment, stunned by the sight of each other. one woman was in traditional black abaya, hijab, and niqab and the other was tall, thin, and in a beautiful blue and metallic tunic over black satin trousers forming a very modern looking Salwar Kameez. Her hijab was also blue with dangling crystals embroidered at the hem and she had wrapped it so that it covered her entire head and forehead and then draped across her nose and mouth leaving only a very narrow slit for her eyes...which were also a deep bright blue.

But even her eyes were almost impossible to see because of the crystals dangling from the hijab's hem where it crossed her forehead. The lower part, covering her nose and mouth, also dripped crystals so they seemed to float in front of her face, obscuring her from sight and reminding her not to speak.

The overall effect was of incredible beauty and sophistication. She was just lovely.
Her companion, shorter, but young looking and slender, was very traditionally invisible by comparison, but the woman in the blue and silver and crystal outfit was going to be noticed.

We nodded at each other and Sir and as we passed they turned and watched me carefully. I know because I turned and watched them. The crystals showering and sheltering the woman's face were just Sooo alluring!

More later
Lady

Preparing for a trip to US

Well, we are off to the US again soon for about 3 weeks. We will be in San Francisco, Dallas, and New York. The time in Dallas, Sir promises, will be vacation. We will say at our house there and see many old friends. And while we are in new York, we plan

Lately, here in Ireland, the weather has been lovely and sunny if a little hot for total rubber wear. But I persevere. We've been out site seeing, shopping, and even walking along the beach.

My blue burqa has been repaired and I shall be taking it with me to the us. It will certainly be hotter there than here and I am trying to pack accordingly. However, Sir insists on a large part of my wardrobe being black, particularly evening dresses to wear after dark when in scenes with Sir or friends who are using me.

We already have one dinner party we are attending in San Francisco where I will be in severe bondage for the evening as will the other subs (3 other couples, I believe). That should be fun. And San Francisco is always cool in June. I expect my burqas will get a workout there. We hope to see some of our neighbors and friends from San Jose as well. They were quite used to seeing us and dining with us with me in full silent mode, covered by my red or white or black burqas. but they haven't seen my blue one yet. Sir also intends for us to go out to some BDSM venues in New York as well and I am looking forward to shopping on Madison avenue fully veiled and silenced in flowing white rubber...I probably won't be the only one in burqa given the folks we saw the last time we passed through NYC.

Sir has discussed a yellow or gold rubber burqa for me...I am not sure how serious he is. That would be nice as I like yellow, but never wore it in my old pre-rubbered life because I thought it made my skin look sallow. If, however, I am fully enclosed with no skin showing...well, it would be gorgeous, wouldn't it?

Not too much new on the gear or clothing front these past few weeks. Sir HAS been having me wear stricter and more stringent hoods as i wrote before. The one that is most severe is two layered with a valved breathing system attached to the nose mask. The intake tube can be connected to an aroma casket or a liquid inhalation bottle for very severe breath/aroma control.

I did get a nice black rubber skirt and blouse for mother's day from my son. It is quite severe, the skirt requiring that I be significantly corseted before I can wear it and very tight at the hem, hobbling me quite effectively. The blouse also has gloves attached inside the puff sleeves. I plan on wearing the ensemble when we meet him in SF, with a very strict hood.

We were watching Tin Man the other night and I must admit I was lusting after the very sexy clothes Askedelia was wearing, but the latex uniforms of the technicians were very seductive as well even if the men wearing them were not particularly. But I may just buy a rubber skirt and a transparent top for Sir sometime.

Sir has recently made the decision to return me to total, smooth, baldness. I am now completely shaved including eyebrows (painfully plucked, actually). i was already keeping my hair very short so that hoods were easy to wear, but now we have returned me to the state I was in in 2005.

Interestingly enough, my passport picture was taken in 2006 while I was still hairless, so now I more closely match it once again. I just wish they would have allowed me to wear at least a transparent full face hood for the picture since I consider that my 'true face' now more than that of my exposed skin, but, as you can imagine, that is considered a no-no. I did read a predictive article recently where the authors felt that we would be able to completely cover our faces in the near future, even for governmental checks, as identity will be verified through dna or retinal scan and traditional facial features will no longer be considered valid for ID.

These authors actually predict an increase in the acceptance of facial occlusion in public as a consequence of the increased surveillance by CCTV cameras. They see the rise in surveillance coupled with an increasing growth of middle-eastern style religious conservatism as leading to a greater tolerance of veiled women and even veiled men in the next two decades. Their analysis is particularly looking at the migration of far more conservative cultures into Western and Asian cultures and concludes that a new conservative attitude will emerge in the west, particularly if the economy continues to falter for a significant length of time.

For myself, I have returned more and more to the notion that I am most myself when beneath a shielding layer of lovely latex. I much prefer the look of my features constrained and smoothed, blurred or opaqued completely beneath a layer of thin, constricting, and reassuring rubber. My hands, as well, look better to me, covered in rubber. My neck surrounded by a tight corset collar and my figure controlled and enclosed in a seamless latex skin, changing my flesh with its texture into something perfectly smooth, homogeneous, and undifferentiated.

Sir agrees with me on this and is quite willing for me to return more and more to a fully latexed state. We expect that the month of June, spent in the US will allow me to explore this while we also have the opportunity to meet with friends who are sympathetic to the idea of my descending back into a rubber cocooned existence.

More later, and I promise to write more often.
Lady

Quiet Spring and a Little Journey

I have not written anything here for several weeks and i thought I should post a little something.

The spring is going well here but the weather is still cool and a bit wet. We have had more dry days, however. We went back to the US for a couple of weeks in early April, though, and it was much warmer. Our house is in good condition and we spent some time there just relaxing. It was considerably warmer than here in Ireland.

My blue and white outfits saw a lot of Texas weather while we were there. We also went down to San Antonio for a couple of days to see Sir's family. Very nice and once again they were most accepting of their strange in law with her silent rubbery ways :). So the first part of April was most enjoyable.

Except that when we returned I discovered some significant damage to my blue burqa. It has a significant rip in the body suit and I do not know how it happened. Sir is investigating repair, but I suspect it is beyond help.

We went down to SW Ireland last weekend and spent some time site seeing. Sir had been down before but not I. I was in all white for the day...catsuit, dress, and burqa. We wandered around for about 12 hours seeing some hill forts, and small towns and a waterfall. It was all quite nice and I shall post some of the pictures if Sir allows it.

Sir has been experimenting with longer periods of enclosure for me, having me wear more layers during the day and for longer periods. It has been most strenuous but enjoyable particularly experimenting with heavy hoods and inflatable restriction devices.

Other than all that, I am sitting here on our back balcony, enjoying the nice Irish spring we are having, wrapped in several layers of rubber including a transparent skinsuit and an inflatable dress which barely allows me to move. The hoods are very tight and the gag I inserted into my mouth this morning is stretching my mouth as I inflated it a bit more before I started writing. My red burqa covers all and keeps me modest.

I was online a little while ago and on camera and will be again later tonight I think. But first I think I shall take a little nap lying here on my deck chair, wrapped in rubber.

regards
Lady

Windy Hill, Whipping Latex

We went on a site seeing trip yesterday to the north and wandered around some megalithic monuments and tombs on a hill. it was quite nice, very cold and windy. We had a lovely time and I was in very heavy rubber under my blue burqa.

The wind was so strong I had to hold onto the folds quite tightly to keep from being blown off the ridge. The weather was lovely, but quite cold and I was glad of my total enclosure transparent skinsuit, second white catsuit and inflatable hood, full blue leotard with hood and gloves attached to the inside of the burqa. In addition, i was in thigh high rubber boots with 4 inch heels...thankfully, there were gravel paths around the monuments, not just wet grass. I am, however, quite good at walking in soft soil even in spikes by balancing on my toes.

While we were driving my arms were fully zipped to the side of the leotard and the inside hood was inflated to the point where I could barely tolerate it and it interfered somewhat with my breathing. When we stopped, Sir released me and deflated the hood somewhat although it was still inflated. It has a gag bladder inside it which is inflated separately that presses tightly against my mouth to silence me...as most of my hoods do. My arms were left partially restrained to my sides, but I had some mobility.

A very nice way to drive around for about 6 hours and wander around fields and tombs and other places for about 4 hours. Not to mention a bit of shopping in Sligo as well. All in all, a nice way to spend Easter Saturday

regards
Lady

Rubber smoke

UGH!!!
I do not think I realized just how badly latex absorbs cigarette smoke until yesterday. Sir has taken me to Dublin for a few days and we had a very nice dinner party with friends here the other night in their gorgeous home.

But last night as we were walking back to our hotel we passed through a crowd of people hanging outside a pub, puffing away. This is always a bit of a problem for me in burqa (I was in my red one last night) because the smoke drifts up under the hem and collects for a while in the burqa itself.

Last night it was so bad (and Sir apologized later for not noticing them as we walked or he would have crossed the street) the smoke could be seen exiting through the mesh of my burqa. Fortunately for me, I was in a fully sealed hood with lenses and nose tubes leading to a 10L rebreather bag filled so I did not get much of the odor.

But when we got back to the hotel, I had to wash the stink from my burqa and my dress twice before it cleared out. There was just so much (and some of it cigar) that it had absorbed into the latex horribly. I even had to wash Sir's catsuit and slacks, it had seeped into them that quickly.

I know some of you enjoy a smoking fetish, but I must say that is absolutely NOT on my list of pleasures or kinks!!!

And yes, we did get some comments, rude ones, from the yobos in front of the pub, but Sir just took my arm through the burqa and walked us on through. we were not exposed to the smoke or the commentary for more than 15 second...but the smoke stayed with us much longer!

Fortunately, today, things smelled better as I packed. I am in my blue burqa this morning and comfortably shielded from the world (even the smokey one).

regards
Lady

Stormy Weather

It has been very stormy here in Ireland for the past two months. Great rubber weather and sir and I have bene taking advantage of it.

There is something amazingly exciting about wandering the hills near our home in blowing rain and even sleet and hail while sheathed in multiple layers of latex. Sir had me wear a slew of layers last week while we went out.

I know many of my readers enjoy full descriptions of my attire when we have our special sessions, so please read on and I shall try to be as precise as I can.

I was put into a thin transparent full body skinsuit with a silencing hood with no mouthole that even covered my eyes with lenses, so I was completely cut off from the environment. Breathing tubes issued from the hood, permamnently attached, and these would ultimately be fed to an aroma casket that i wore slung on my back.

Before that, however, another catsuit, with hood, gloves and feet, similar to the first, was stretched over me. This suit is white and also has no mouthhole. Sir has become very adamant about me being silenced most of the time, even in and around the house. This is perfectly acceptable to me because I have found that as I grow older and more involved with my submissive nature, more comfortable with my desire for objectification and submission, I find less and less need for speech and more and more desire to exist for longer periods with a gagged mouth filled with latex plugs, dildos, or, my favorite, sheaths.

My third layer last weekend was a long, tight skirt and corset, in black, with distinct bondage and hobbling traits. The skirt is ankle length and very tight providing me with a very short stride. Sir likes me to wear it around the house as he enjoys my hobbled gate. The corset is long and covers my breasts, completing yet another layer. Sir cinched it down comfortably tight over all the rubber layers. and I pulled on another

Over all this, sir had me wear a long full skirted black rubber dress. its waist and bodice were quite tight over the layers and corset, but it fits well and felt very strange with the hobble skirt underneath acting as a restraining slip. A third hood and neck corset was fastened over this and the breathig tubes, fed through ech hood's airholes, were connected to a smalla roma casket slung from my back.

With that (and a third pair of gloves) I was ready for our little jaunt. Sir had me wear my white burqa over all this and we went out walking. The wind and rain were tremendoous and the senasations as my layers fluttered in the wind were astonishingly exciting. I wasn't cold...the heavy and too insulating for that.

The hoods severely limited my sight and of course there was no direct contact between me and the outside world, not even on my eyes. The aroma casket filtered all my air and I can honestly say that i could not smell anything of the sea or the fileds we were walking by.

We wandered along the coast for a while, saw several people who must have been startled by this vision in fluttering white latex, bits of black showing underneath as the wind whipped my rubber garments back and forth. The slithering of rubber on rubber, coupled with the immense restriction of my hobble skirt, made every step a challenge. It took us a good 10 minutes to walk even one block.
finally, we stepped into a small italian restaurant for Sir to have lunch. i sat quietly as sir ate and, yes, we did attract several stares, but no comments. of course, with three moouthless hoods and no feeding tube, i could not eat or drink, but i was quite comfortable for the time we were there.

Once we made our way back to the car, a slow walk wit me so completely hobbled, we headed home. I removed my burqa, but kept the rest of the outfit on for several hours at sir's requirment.

So that was our weekend. I hope my readers enjoyed my description as much as I did my experience.

regards
Lady

Holidays at Home with Family and Friends

Well, we are back in Ireland now, but had a wonderful tenday at our home in Dallas.

We were joined for Christmas by our friends from Switzerland and our son and his girlfriend. We all had a nice 10 day holiday and a fine Christmas. And we had a couple of very nice outings. We went shopping at several of the malls and I was not the only one in a burqa. At the Dallas Galleria I saw four niqabis in traditional all black and one other blue burqa as well as a large number of hijabis. Hijabis are as common as can be in the DFW area with several new mosques in the suburbs.

I've mentioned before that our son's girlfriend likes to wear latex anime outfits. When they flew in she was in a rubber goth loli dress complete with latex petticoat and rubber gloves and stockings. She looked most elegant and incredibly sexy. She continued to dress like that for our whole stay and complementing Anne-Marie and myself quite nicely as we wore Victorian fashions in rubber many times.

Our friends Kermit and Anne-Marie and their new maid Laurel all showed up as well. We all spent the entire holiday in latex, we ladies in catsuits under dresses or skirts and blouses and the gentlemen in catsuits under slacks and jackets. Around the house we mostly stayed hooded and all of us were in hoods on Christmas morning when we opened packages. Laurel and I were even gagged for pressies!

Sir got me a lovely dress and two new rubber blouses but the most impressive gift from him was a new stainless steel Jennings gag which forces the mouth open. He gave one to Wei as well, our son's girlfriend. I am sure I'll get lots of use out of that. Wei looked quite beautiful with her mouth spread open during one of their scenes.

I gave him some books and a nice rubber hood I found out on the web. Our son got a new pair of rubber trousers and some noise cancelling headphones.

We have a playroom in our home, fully fitted as a domination dungeon. We had a wonderful fun scene on Christmas eve with our friends while our boy took his g/f to a movie. It lasted about three hours and I was utterly satisfied and exhausted when it was over. I had to be taken up to our room and put into a nice vacuum bed for an hour to calm down and recover. I was in a sort of convulsive fugue state, crying uncontrollably, not from fear or pain but from a quivering, never-ending wave of pleasure.

I had to service Anne-Marie orally for what seemed like forever while I was stimulated by her husband with a violet wand. I was dressed in a total enclosure black catsuit for the scene but the sparks from the wand easily penetrated the thin rubber as he played the electroes over nipples and genitals. IThe suit has anal and vaginal sheaths as well and he used one of the wands probes as an excrutiatingly pleasurable dildo on me.

That was followed by a long luxurious whipping by Sir which is always a delight. But in this case, as I was tied over a spanking bench for the whipping, I was also available for Anne-Marie to take her revenge with her rubber gloved fist in my just recently stimulated orifice. It was amazing but left me utterly out of control of myself. An hour of total encapsulation, still hooded and re-gagged but now in my vacuum bed and quivering from both physical and psychological pleasure and pain was just what I needed. By the time Ian and Wei returned I had borrowed Laurel and had her dress me in a lovely long white rubber dress and extremely tight corset. Matchng hood, gloves, and stockings were, of course, de rigeur.

We did actually have to schedule the playroom as the three groups of us had private desires and needs. But the times when we all participated in some nice D/s play, me, Laurel, and Wei in bizarre bondage and suspension or trussed up and used as living rubber furniture for an evening that were the most fun. I love being made to kneel beside Sir, hooded and gagged while he discussed business or literature with Kermit, Ian, and Anne-Marie or being made to wear my burqa all evening and bow with my head touching the floor before Anne-Marie while she used me as a footstool. Knowing that Wei was similarly engaged, licking Ian's or Kermit's boots only made me the more excited.

Throughout the pleasurable pursuits, laurel, our friends' new maid, appeared hooded, gloved, and corseted in rubber french maid's uniforms of differing colours and served as maid, housekeeper, and cook. It was wonderful. She even made turkey dinner for Christmas day. She also was available to any of us for play and I confess we all made use of her lovely body. She is a little younger than Wei and not as experienced in submission but trying very hard to be the best maid she can. Her willingness to suffer our somewhat more sophisticated attentions and to take pleasure from her ordeals was very well appreciated and she was generously rewarded by her owners.

We all went to see the new National Treasure movie at a midnight showing and wore full rubber regalia to it, including hoods and with me in burqa. We got a lot of stares, but nobody bothered us, not even the local police who were monitoring the cinema.

All such fun must ultimately come to an end, however, and we all parted company at the airport, each to fly back to thier specific destinations. We stayed in latex although the hoods came off.

We have arrived back in Ireland safely and our friends and family have made it to their respective destinations as well. So, as I write this on the first day of 2008, the new year looks to be interesting and intriguing. Sir is feeling fine after his illness of last year, I am committed to my lovely rubber life, our family is happy and our friends prosperous. All is well.

Regards
Lady

What a day!
Sir and I arrived at the airport for our flight to the US about 3 hours ahead of departure only to find the flight was delayed by an hour. The line of people checking in wrapped nearly all the way around the line of ticket agents booths and the wait for economy class checkin was at least 2 hours. These airlines are absolutely ridiculous about how they check people in.

Fortunately, the first class check in was much shorter and we only had to stand in line about 20 minutes. The airport was incredibly busy, but we managed to get the process out of the way fairly quickly. For international checkin I have to ask for a female checker and we retire to a private room where I raise my burqa and show her my face. I wear an open faced hood that looks very much like one of the new 'sport hijabs' that are being sold so devout girls can participate in sports at schools.

I was not alone in being veiled and having to go through these procedures, however. I saw at least a dozen niqabis and three more burqas going through the security lines with me. I was the only one in a 'rubber rain burqa', but they were there.

Today I am travelling in white which means the white burqa with its builtin hood. Usually I leave the interior hood off when I wear the white for travelling until after the security inspection, or put it on backwards and unzipped just to hold it and the burqa in place. But I am in a restless and somewhat mischievious mood today, so I decided to go ahead and wear the hood this morning, sealing my face beneath two layers of latex and my head under three.

I find I am wanting to be 'OUT' more and more with regard to my rubberization. I recognize that we can't quite go out hooded and gagged in public yet, that the burqa is still a socially necessary garment to cover the fact that I am in rubber encasement and silencing enclosure, but I do like the idea of more people knowing that I am in head to toe rubber benath my burqa. Put it down to latent exhibitionism.

I would probably still wear the burqa anyway because there is no more beautiful and useful garment to my way of thinking. It swirls dramatically, drapes mysteriously, warms me and protects me from the outer world.

Thus, when I had to lift my burqa to show my face, the security checker got a long look at my totally rubbered face, pepperpot eyes and mouthless face. Those of you who were with me on camera in yahoo chat last night will recall that face when I lifted the burqa for your viewing pleasure :)

She was astounded at first and about to get touchy about seeing my face when I reached up and unzipped the hood and slid it off showing her my naked face peering out of the smooth whiteness of my open faced hood, all hair hidden beneath rubber that covers my forehead, my ears, and my chin and neck like a nun's white rubber wimple. At that she calmed down, but asked what the hood was all about.

I explained that my husband and I believed women should be fully covered in public and this was our way. She shook her head but stamped my boarding pass as 'DOCS OK' and told me to get dressed. As she watched, I slid the excessively tight burqa hood back over my face and head, pulling it into total enclosing shape with one white gloved hand while groping for the zipper with the other. I always have trouble with that zipper and was about to ask her to pull it down for me to seal me in and gag me properly when it slipped down perfectly and I was once again properly sealed away. I let out a relieved breath which made the nostril holes flutter and took a moment to adjust the position and fit of the silencing hood properly so I could see her clearly through the pepperpot eyes. I then slowly draped the burqa over my rubbered face, watching her reaction. She was fascinated, but I have to say it was fascination in something she did not care for. Ah well, different strokes and all that.

I should describe my ensemble for travelling today. I am in a white latex dress with leg of mutton sleeves that are very tight from just above the elbow to the wrist. These are covering opera length white rubber gloves so the tightness over my arms is incredible. The skirt of this dress is ankle length and quite tight and hobbles my steps effectively. I usually wear loose dresses to travel in, but Sir has been insisting on more restriction in my dress and pencil skirts are back in. Of course, most designers are not thinking about this much 'pencil' :)

I am corseted, of course, in a matching white rubber corset and stockings which are held up under the dress by the corset suspenders. White latex knee boots with 5 inch spike heels that zip up the back complete the picture.

The dress has a high collar but is very plain and unadorned. However, there are contrasting coloured ruffles in black at the throat and wrists.

I wear a matching hood which covers the entire face and has fairly small eye cutouts and an exceedingly small mouth. I can barely speak even with just this and eating is through a straw. The hood zips down the back and the neck of the hood fits under the collar of the dress so my head appears to be floating on a wave of black ruffled rubber.

The flight was bumpy and not very comfortable, but I just sat strapped in my seat and slept andread a bit. There wwas one of the niqabis I had seen in the airport up in firstclass and I nodded at another who went back into coach as we were boarding. We veiled ladies are becoming as common as dirt! :)

We've landed and made it back through customs into the US. Our connecting flight has been cancelled, though, and we are waiting for a later one. So we have just come from a light dinner...liquid for me, and I am very tired. I'll write more later.

Regards
Lady

Dinner in Dublin

Well that previous post certainly prompted some nice comments. That is what I particularly enjoy; when many of you comment and ask questions or engage me in conversation about the motivations and mechanisms of rubber life.

Recently, Sir took me out to dinner in Dublin with our Swiss friends Kermit and Anne-Marie. They had found a very nice little restaurant, not far off Henry Street that was fetish friendly. We all went out, dressed for the evening, in latex.

The men were both in black catsuits with gloves and feet and slacks and blazers over that all in lovely latex. They each wore a rubber trenchcoat as well which I just love. Trench coat styling in shiny, intimidating black rubber is gorgeous.

Anne-Marie was in a dark blue rubber evening gown over a slate grey catsuit complete with hood and gloves. The dress has the new elbow length sleeves, loose, so her gloved arms came out in the current style of long gloves into short sleeves. Her jacket over all that matched her catsuit and also had the short sleeves. Very stylish looking. I never got around to asking where it was from though.

I was in my white burqa with its hood over a white gown with a matching neck corset with hood integrated. So I actually had two hoods on under the burqa. I was in white rubber thigh boots as well and a white corset. But Sir had already told me I would be allowed to remove the burqa since I was hooded underneath and we were in a private room with close friends. This is how we usually are when K & A visit us or we them.

The maitre d' showed us to a private dining room in the back of the restaurant where we had a lovely surprise. A young girl waited, dressed totally in rubber and rubber hooded, to serve us dinner. I was amazed. She couldn't have been more than about 20, very petite, in a black and white rubber french maid's costume with full gloves, stockings, high heels, corset and hood. She stood by the wall as the maitre d' showed us the dining room and asked to take our coats and be seated. The maid came over and helped me remove my burqa, waiting as I unzipped the inner hood and extracted my slickly covered head. I had the chance to look her over carefully, particularly her hooded face, as she accepted my burqa.

Her hood was totally enclosing and smooth, with no mouth or nose openings. The eyes were mirror lenses, reflecting my own rubbered image back at me. The hood made her look totally alien, animatronic, unhuman as she held my burqa, then helped me sit. She went around the table seating the others and then hung our coats and cloaks on a rack in the corner.

She then went to Kermit and Sir and helped them put on full face hoods. Kermit's was a wonderfully fitted inflatable with ribs to force the pressure back onto his face and head but which still had an open mouth so he could eat. She zipped it down in back and then inflated it precisely. Sir and Anne-Marie and I were in more traditional hoods with open mouths and eyes. I was the only one with a restrictive neck corset built in, however.

Kermit explained. The maid is there new live in rubber maid. They arranged for her to be our waitress in the restaurant that evening and had her show up an hour early to be sure the room and our dinner was in order. We did not have to order as dinner was a fixed menu. It was also delightful. A roasted fish and light vegetables, very continental, served with a delicious slightly sweet white wine. Dessert was a chocolate gateau that was to die for.

We chatted while we ate, the maid moving around the table serving us and keeping our wineglasses filled. She was in ballet boots which made it wonderful to watch her walk and I must confess, I was aroused tremendously by her gracefulness and slick rubbered beauty.

Anne-Marie explained that her hood had no nose holes because tubes in it run from her nose to the back of her neck and she was breathing through small holes there. when I looked I could see them.

Apparently they met her in Austria at a party about a year ago and had several meetings with her and scenes and they were all so compatible that K & A decided to have her become a full time possession. She agreed and dropped out of university and moved to their house in Zurich.

They travel extensively and will be meeting us in Dallas at Christmas. She will accompany them. This all is wonderful but makes me a little sad. I miss maid. Perhaps we can arrange to meet her and her wife when we are in the US.

We had a lovely dinner and some D/s fun as well, K&A demonstrating the submissiveness of their maid (whom they called Laurel). She and I were brought together and had a lovely time submitting to our dominant friends for about an hour after dessert.

Ultimately it was time to head for our hotel. K & A had arranged a limo for the five of us, and we summoned the maitre d' and put on our coats. Laurel helped me with my burqa and reached inside it to pull my hood tightly over my head and then zip it closed, silencing me for the rest of the evening.

We passed out through the nearly empty restaurant, the men in heavy latex trench coats, Anne-Marie in her jacket, me in the burqa and the maid in a short transparent rubber coat that covered and showed her maid's uniform at the same time. All of us were still hooded.

Yes, that caused quite a lot of staring, but the late diners were merely surprised by our outlandish looks. We piled into the waiting car and headed back to the hotel. The men removed their hoods before we arrived (hooded men are much more threatening than hooded women) and we went upstairs to our respective suites. Anne-Marie kissed me lovingly through my burqa and hood before we parted and promised to see us again in Texas.

So that was our lovely dinner in Dublin. Now I am off packing to travel to the US. We will meet the three of them again soon and I am looking forward to a wonderful rubbery Christmas in our home in Dallas. Seven rubber fetishists (our son and his cute little g/f are coming too) living for a week in our home will be tremendous fun.

Regards
Lady

Blogging from the Train

As I write I am actually on the train to dublin. Sir and I are going there for the day as he has a meeting and I have Christmas shopping to do. I am sitting across from a very shy young man in a suit who keeps eyeing me in my bright red rubber burqa and staring at my hands (in red rubber gloves, of course) as I type.

I must confess, I am giggling a bit under my burqa. But I am wearing a very nice gagging hood so no sound emerges.

This ability to access the web while on the train is wonderful. The signal is good and the speed is quite acceptable for text and small images. We were served a nice breakfast just after we boarded...no, I did not eat, but Sir did...i will be fed later in our hotel room.

I am looking forward to shopping. I plan to take the LUAS to DunDrum, the large covered shopping mall here.

Sitting on the train in red rubber is always fun. The huge folds of the burqa have to be wrapped around me to fit in these narrow seats as this is an old first class carriage, not the newer one with only three seats in a row. This burqa has arm slits for my hands...a fact that is not lost on the young man sittin gstaring at me furtively. I am all in red under the burqa and am a bit restrained in that my arms are secured to my body just above the elbow so i have very limited range of motion. I am also wearing a favorite neck corset (fully integrated with the hood) today which severely limits my ability to move my head. for those of you who are always interested, my knee boots are 5 inch spike heeled red rubber as well. My dress is ankle length but full skirted so i am wearing about 20 yards of ruber and it weighs about 40 pounds all told. The hood/corset is number two over a thin transparent one (part of my usual skinsuit) that fully covers my face and mouth as well...no speech for Lady today! the sleeves of the dress are very tight and end in gloves that barely fit over the clear ones of the suit...so my fingers are nearly numb as i try to type this. Abslutely wonderful feelings.

I was asked recently about how i felt in normal materials, not rubber. and I have to say that on the few occassions over the past two years when I have felt ordicnary cloth, even satin made from silk felt rough. Cotton and polyesters are terrible once your skin has become addicted to latex. Mine is very smooth and white now and almost anything touchng it is an irritant. PVC and leather are notable exceptions, but the back side of leather it too rough.

Even being without a hood or gloves as I am around the house on occassion makes me uncomfortable. I no longer even notice a hood unles it is missing and I find myself unconciously slipping one or two on during the day only to discover that I have gagged myself when it is dinnertime and I must change.

I've been wearing more ankle length tight hobble skirts lately as sir has upped the level of restraint i live in day to day. This limits my steps, but, because my heels are so high, often ballet height, i am still able to walk in very tiny steps. Someone asked about that ... small steps are easier to take when you are very close to being en pointe and thus higher heels and vamps are beter when your stride is limited to 6 inches by the hem of your skirt.

Sir is reading over my shoulder and nodding.

I twill be a lot of fun to wander DunDrum again by myself covered in red rubber. people just sort of part like the waters of the red sea to let me pass.I have to get clothes for our son and books for Sir and somehting for my sister and parents. I am thinking about a portrait.

More later
Lady

Cold and Rainy Sunday

The wind is incredible this morning. It was yesterday as well. One minute the sky is clear and the next a huge cloud bank has moved in from the bay and the rain is blasting down or blasting sideways. yesterday we went out for a while and it was fantastic! My burqa swept around me and only the fact that it was tightly attached to the bultin gag hood kept its latex viewing mesh aligned with my perforated eyeholes.

My arms were bound to my sides by the inside zips of my new suit. The zippers extend from under my armpits to the wrists on the inside of the sleeves and from the armpit down the side of my suit to below the waitline. thsi allows my arms to be zipped to my sides either to the elbow which leaves me with a little mobility or all the way to the wrist which means i can't even bend over at the waist much less move my arms. I have to stand, rigidly straight like one of the irsh dancers Sir admires. I look like a little rubber covered doll fresh from the plastics factory.

Sir had only zipped me to the elbow so I had a bit of mobility, but not much. I held the inside folds of my burqa tightly as it whipped about. The feel around my face of three layers of latex (skinsuuit, hooded dress, and burqa gagging hood) was incfredible as the wind caused it to press and then suck away from my face and body.

Latex flows so wonderfully as I walk and try to make my way against the wind. It slides over my body so sensually and the sense of the rubber protecting me and caressign me simulataneously is just fantastic.

Our trip back from the US was simple and comfortable. We passed through security and at heathrow i almost felt completely at home as I saw many veiled and niqab wearing women. I was hardly remarkable at all except that my veiling was soft shiny flowing white rubber instead of the satin and cotton around me.

I think we'll go out for a walk in the mountains today. Perfect weather for it.

regards
Lady

Travel, Thanksgiving, and New Clothes

Wow, here it is Thanksgiving already and I realized I had not posted in a month and a half.

First, Sir and I are travelling in the US again, heading ofr hs family for thanksgiving. We have been travelling about for about a week now and it has been fun.

second, I have some new clothes to describe and a couple of new adventures

Third, happy Thanksgiving to everyone...if your country doesn't have a Thanksgiving holiday, you should get one! They are wonderful!

So...travel
We had no problems travelling this week. I wore an all white ankle length dress (latex) and white boots, gloves, and open faced hood. Over that, my white burqa with builtin gagging hood. The dress is straight, but not so tight as to make it ard to walk. I'll get to THAT outfir in a moment.

At security we asked for a private check as usual and, for the first time ever, received a bit of pushback. The security checkpoint had no women working that morning. however, Sir persisted, explaining that I had to have a female check me. Finally, after a few minutes, the man acceded and they went to find a female. I hated to cause a scene, but Sir was adamant.

When she arrived and escorted me into a private room, I reached up and unzipped and removed the hood with its pepperpot eyes and no mouht while still under the burqa. It slides easily over the white open faced hood underneath because it was sprayed with a silicone lubricant beforehand.

I pulled the burqa up and tossed it over my shoulders and showed my face to the woman who checke it against my passport. She was polite, but not completely happy with being called away from something else to give me a private check. I thought she was about to be further inconvenienced since there were three saudi women in full niqab in line behind Sir and i. This , btw, was at a UK airport. The Irish airports are always easy and friendly and properly staffed.

She nodded to me and told me i could go. I pulled the burqa back over my head, adjusted it so i coule see and then pulled the inner enclosure hood over my face as was proper. But, with my two pairs of gloves on i could not get the zip to go down propoerly. I fiddled with it a bit then decided I would leave it til later.

Sir met me at the door when i came out and he could tell I was having trouble with my hood. He asked if I couldn't get it zipped and I nodded. He then trned me around and in front of everyon eon the line reacehd up under the back of my burqa, grabbed both sides of my gagging enclosure hood and with a great yank, pulled it down and closed across my head. The he zipped it down with a very fast, forceful motionand the sound of the zip was clearly heard over the silence of the people in line. They were silenetly staring at this man, yanking something UNDER his wife's burqa and did not know what was going on.

I thought I was going to faint! I didn't know why (still don't) but something about watching all those travellers stare at my rubber swathed form as he zipped me into properly silenced encasement was most erotic. I felt like I was truly ready for some very special sex. My knees trembled and I swear I nearly came from the impact it had on me.

A moment later he dropped my burqa, patted me on the back of the head and we stepped through the metal detector. The moment passed and I could breathe again. But I felt like he had just taken me from behind in front of all those people...what a rush!


Now onto the new clothes
I have a new, straight, tight, blue latex skirt that is very tight and falls to just below my knees. A true hobble skirt in best 50's style. It limits my steps to about 3 inches and is incredibly difficult to walk in but easier when I am wearing skyscraper heels or my favorite ballet boots.
But the trick is that it has a zipper at the back which unzis upward about 8 inches to reveal a kick pleat. No slit, and i am still encircled by latex, but walking is a little easier now. all depending on Sir's whim, of course.

I also have a new all black evening gown, ankle length and completely hobbling with a six inch diameter at the ankle. Long sleeved, with attached gloves and a full enclosure hood with no mouth or nose holes and only a pair of small holes for vision. breathing is through two tubes which run out of my nostrils, under my jaw line and to the back of my neck where they exit through two small holes in the rear.

The ankle hem of this dress is like the skirt with a zipper that opens a kick pleat so walking is easier, but always restricted and difficult.

Finally, I have a new blue rubber burqa made by a friend. it looks very similar to my white one but inside it has a blue rubber dress, ankle length like the black one above with total enclosure hood, attached gloves. In addition, the hood has a builtin inflatable gag and, of course, no mouth. The eyes are pepperpot as is the burqa's mesh.

Lastly, this dress has a very interesting feature. Heavy duty zippers are attached from the elbow to the underarm. These allow Sir to zip my arms tight to my body leaving me virtually no freedom of arm movement. and the zippers are of such a type that my arms can be bent behind my back and zipped together. This is the most restritive piece of clothing I have ever seen! I can barely walk in it, cannot move my arms, have limited vision and total silencing. it is absolutely wonderful.

well, our flight is being called so i must go now. more later

regards
Lady

A Lazy Sunday

I am not sure why, but the pleasure is intense today. Perhaps it is because Sir and I are having such a good day. I awoke this morning and slipped into a gleaming white rubber skinsuit that covers me head to toe. It hugs me completely, gloving my hands and hooding my head and face. The eyes are open although the mouth is closed and I am silenced. Over this my usual corset and boots went smoothly and tightly. These were the white rubber knee boots and white corset I usually wear with my white dresses.

Then, over all that, I put on a long, loose black dress with a very tight waist and full skirt. The white gloves emerging from the black sleeves, and my white, shiny, hooded head issuing from the high, black neckline looks lovely and very bizarre when I glance in the mirror. The hood is very tight as is the bodice, reminding me of my feminitity and my rubberization at the same time.

The fun thing today is that Sir is dressed almost identically...he is also in a white skinsuit beneath his black latex priest's cassock. This is the first time in a long time he has felt good enough to wear a hood with no mouth for a long period. He is breathing normally and without distress even when we engage in strenuous and fun activities :)

We've had a very nice day and even went out earlier. I draped myself in the hugely voluminous latex folds of my white burqa, and he pulled the second hood, the one in the burqa, most tightly against my face to the point I lost feeling in my cheeks and forehead. Sir pulled on slacks, shirt and a pair of gloves over his skinsuit and took the hood off and tucked it under his trench coat.

We walked along the road near our home. It was windy and raining , but we were both fully protected. I was, in particular, virtually untouched by the weather, noticing only the tension and restriction of my 3+ layers of warm, soft rubber.

Once we returned home, Sir had me kneel in the center of our living room while he resealed himself completely, including the cassock, then removed my burqa and its built-in hood, and verified I was still sealed and silent. He and I spent a busy and pleasurable afternoon in our play room and now, as I write this, are resting, watching tv and reading on a Sunday afternoon, still sealed and silenced.

It is so good to have him back, feeling well and energetic. And there is soemthing very erotic about having both of us dressed in almost identical, totally enclosing, restrictively silencing rubber.

regards
Lady

Yes, I am still here

I wanted to finally take a moment to make a new entry in this blog. It has been months, I know, since I wrote anything significant. I am not sure this will be very significant, but the number of comments and emails I've had asking me to write again make it imperative I explain what's been going on.

First, Sir has been working his way trough another bout of pneumonia since early June. He's had to go in the hospital twice and has been recouperating at home in between. It is terrible seeing him so weak and distressed and I have just not had the heart to write about it or any energy to think about our lifestyle as I've been busy caring for him.

Thankfully, he is now on the mend. He's had to undergo some terrible therapy to cure this particular form of pneumonia, but is doing much better and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel. There has been no permanent damage to his lungs and he has actually begun to talk about diving again next summer.

Secondly, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments and concerns. I appreciated the thoughts greatly as did Sir.

Finally, I know several people have seen the article in Bizarre magazine with a photo of me in my red burqa. Wonderful little write-up and a much larger photo than I ever expected them to print. I hope their readers enjoy it.

Obviously, we've done very little travel or adventuring recently with Sir so ill and weak. I have remained constant in my costuming, wearing latex around the house and, indeed, Sir has taken much comfort from wearing some of his catsuits as the pressure of the latex made his breathing feel more comfortable.

For myself, I have been experimenting with tighter and tighter facial coverings and neck braces, when I can, just as a way of affirming my own tendencies toward submitting to the discipline of both latex enclosure and of submission to Sir. I shall write more about the sensations of mulitple hooding over my face and of living for several days in a neck corset at a later entry. It has been a small bit of entertainment and distraction as I've been attending to Sir. He appreciates the bizareness of it too.

Regards
Lady

The Much Anticipated Bag Blog

Everyone wants to know about my new bag so here is the entry you've been craving.

The bag was made by someone in the US...I do not know by whom, but I think it may be from San Francisco. It is quite severe and has several interesting features which make it wonderful for long term enclosure and restriction.

First, it is very much like wearing a long tight rubber dress. Internally, there is an inflatable sheath skirt the legs go into and this skirt tapers towards the feet and hobbles the legs quite effectively. But, there is plenty of room for my feet and I never have any problem with numbness or pain from them.

Next, there are internal sleeves. These also inflate separately. When I am put into it, my arms go down long sleeves which are bound to the side and just a little bit behind me...I have to throw my chest out and pull my shoulders back to get into it and once it's inflated I am held that way.

The sleeves end in gloves.

The hood is fully externalized. That is, it rises out of the shoulders of the bag and, in fact, Sir puts a posture colar around my neck on the outside of the bag. The hood is very special and I shall get to it in a moment.

Inflation can be in stages as there are multple bladders. The legs can be inflated first which immobilizes them, then the chest can be inflated until breathing is cut off and the subject suffocates from the pressure. Finally, the hood can be inflated.
All inflation connections are at the back of the bag at the feet and tubes carry the air to the different bladders. This makes for a very smooth appearance.

Reinforced attachements at shoulder and hip form a supension harness which makes it possible for me to be suspended from the ceiling during the entire ordeal of inflation and encasement for long periods...so far up to 18 hours.

As the hood is inflated, it is assymetric. While the entire hood is double skinned and inflates, this establishes equal pressure all over my face. But a second inflation is possible which inflaes a bladder or pillow behind my head. This pushes my face into the front of the hood. As it does so, the eyeholes and breathing holes at nose and mouth close up so that the more that bladder is inflated, the more I am pushed into a wall of already infalted latex, the more I suffer restricted breathing.

This is the most erotic thing I have experienced in a long time. As he inflates my chest, Sir is usually careful to not over compress me. Of course by that time my legs are numb already from their bladder. If he has over inflated my chest, my breasts are crushed (more so if I am corseted) and I can barely breath anyway. Then, as he inflates my head, my world compresses into a tunnel which ultimately irises shut and seals me in an impenetrable, unbreathable encasement. My climaxes are legendary, let me assure you.

So that is the new bag. I am put into it usually once a week and have spent as much as 18 hours in it at a single stretch so far...suspended from our ceiling with him suffocating me periodically to generate orgasms.

When I am released it is the most relaxed and lethargic I can recall ever being.

Regards
Lady

Some More Easter Dressing Details

Well, back in Ireland again and having fun in the rain. Actually, it rained every day in May until about the 25th and it has been pretty since then.

Everyone has been asking about my new the bag which Sir gave me while we were in the US. I thought I would explain a bit about it and how it makes me feel. But first an update on fashions and toys. And some more detail on our visit at Easter with Sir’s family

As I have written earlier on the fact that we visited Sir’s family, I thought I would go into much more detail about how I was dressed and the impressions I both had and made at Easter when I attended Mass and we had dinner with the family. I hope this recap is not boring to my regular readers.

We visited Sir’s sister in Texas for Easter and it was freezing and rain…very strange weather for that time of year. Sirs sister and family know about our lifestyle and, while still somewhat taken aback, they accept us well and make us welcome.

They are Catholic and Sir and I agreed to attend Easter Sunday mass with them. Sir wore his best black latex catsuit under a white rubber shirt and black latex slacks. The catsuit makes him stand taller and slimmer and the slacks look very nice on him.

I wore white. Because it was cold I wore a total enclosure white catsuit with gloves, hood, and feet. The suit’s hood is similar to my burqa’s hood; pepper pot eyes and no mouth., very tightly zipped over my head.

Over the catsuit I wore white stockings, suspended from a white corset and white knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. The corset is a very smooth affair, flaring over my hips and Sir laced it tighter than usual. It has bra cups which inflate both inward and outward, crushing my own breasts under the catsuit but filling out my apparent figure quite attractively. And it fits like a dream. However, the sensation of my breasts being crushed under its relentless pressure is only tolerable for a short time; no more than 36 hours or so.

Then my favourite white dress. It has a very tight bodice, (which receives wonderful attention from the tightly inflated corset cups), extra tight sleeves and a very high tight collar. The waist nips perfectly over the corset and the ankle length skirt flairs almost as much as my burqa. The whole dress uses about 8 yards of rubber and swirls very dramatically when I twirl. It weighs over 10 pounds!

The sleeves are so tight they limit my flexion at the elbow…or rather encourage me to limit it because they bite a bit at the elbow, particular when worn over the catsuit sleeves which are tight themselves. Over these, Sir insisted on a second pair of elbow length, very small gloves to insure I had very little feeling in my hands.

The dress can be belted and Sir decided to use a restraint belt for the day. This belts around my waist, buckling smoothly in back, and has two cuffs for the upper part of my arms, just above the elbows. The result, of course, is severely limited use of my arms and hands. He drew the cuffs extra tight as well, resulting in numbness very quickly. It isn’t enough to be dangerous, but the whole day I felt like my hands were asleep and they were useless for grasping anything…his intent, of course.

Finally, it was time for my burqa. Since I would be in public I was to be burqa’d in the white rubber one for the day (actually, I had to wear one at all times at his sisters anyway, except when alone with him in our hotel room). He draped it over me and ulled its bultin hood tightly over my face, numbing that too, and zipping it tightly closed over my mouth and face. He unzipped my dress a bit an inserted the burqa hood under the dress collar, then zipped mye up again to insure that neck movement was limited.

But then he added a matching white posture collar to hold my head high and rigidly looking forward! Iwas not expecting that since he usually does not do so for me going out in public under the veiling garment. But, seeing this was Easter, he felt I should be asa formal and limited as possible to guarantee my sensations of submission.

So, in the end I was encased fully in three skin tight layers of latex for the day, then tented with a fourth; catsuit, corset and stockings, dress, and burqa. And two hoods and two pairs of gloves, with arms restrained to my sides above the elbows and no way to utter a sound. My breasts were crushed tantalizingly into my chest and breathing was something I did very shallowly.

Of course with the hoods I had extremely limited vision since there were three interfering sets of perforations between my eyes and the world; the catsuit hood with its pepper pot eyes, the burqa’s built in hood with its same style eyes, and the burqa’s perforated mesh as well.

So all in all, I was incredibly restrained and limited in my scope of existence and sensation for Easter. Sir said he felt it was appropriate that for attending a religious sevice like a Mass, I be reminded of how insignificant my own desires and inclinations are…that the bondage would make me aware of the larger issues in things.

I mostly just felt incredibly aroused!

I was led out of our hotel suite and we stood in the blowing freezing wind and rain for about 5 minutes waiting for our car to be brought round. The hotel staff stared, of course, but a very nice young girl in the rather elaborate hotel door uniform (would be lovely in latex) walked up to the car and held the door for me as if she did so for burqa’d guests everyday. Getting into the car might have been an issue, but Sir held my hand through the burqa, and I have long since worked out the best way for a woman in a huge flowing rubber garment to sit and swivel into a bucket seat.

Sir reached over me and fastened my seatbelt (I certainly could not) and I sat rigid and upright, still and ivory, looking like nothing so much as a motionless, gleaming statue of white marble, carved in an almost Grecian style, the rubber flowing out from the crown of my head down and over the car seat like alabaster.

My vision blurred and swirled as we drove, the world taking on a strange, out of focus and bleary appearance. All colours were muted by the heavy rain and even more so by the moiré patterns before my eyes.

Everything smelled of latex, the tiny holes in the two skin-tight hoods making my breath loud in my ears. There was very little else to listen too, Sir being quiet as he drove us to his sister’s to meet before Mass. I settled into my seat and clasped my hands together under the veil. Truth be told, I wound up rubbing myself slowly, just to enjoy the feeling,

When we arrived it was even worse weather than when we set out. Sir handed me out of the car and we walked down the drive to the house. The wind was viciously cold and as most of you know, latex rapidly loses its temperature, particularly when it is tight against the body.. The burqa, however, forms an airspace around the wearer and it kept me reasonably warm. Sir was actually shivering in his jacket, shirt, and catsuit more than I was.

His sister greeted us warmly, giving me a hug and even a kiss on my rubbered cheek. Of course, our ‘straight’ relatives do not typically know how much latex I wear beneath the burqa, but there was no way she could mistake what she felt under the burqa for bare skin, I think. Nonetheless, she acted as if she was completely sanguine with me, my apparel, and my silence.

We did not linger at her house long, but bundled ourselves back into cars and followed her and her husband to the church. There, all 7 of us piled into a pew and I sat and silently watched as Mass proceeded. I did not rise and fall as is usual in Mass, but kept my seat. Nor did I take communion., obviously.

After Mass we met the priest for a moment who was gracious if a bit nonplussed by a white burqa in hi church. I did shake his hand and Sir explained that I did not speak in public. He took it in stride and invited me back again.

Back at the house I was told I could change into my red burqa and a hood with a mouth so I could eat Easter dinner with the rest of the family. I changed into a red dress and hood and came out in my red burqa. I was allowed to chat with my sister-in-law as well as I ate small bites of Easter dinner.

I shall write more later on the new bag…its hood can be inflated in such a way as to slowly suffocate me in a most erotic manner…but more on that later.

Lady