Well, to continue the practice of short, pithy notes (as I believe I called them last time) this post will bring you up to date on our Christmas and New Year's adventures.
For Christmas, we journeyed to California to see our son and his gf. It was a fun time although it rained a great deal. Of course, this is perfect for rubber wear and for rubber burqa wear.
On the plane I wore all white, including a white, opaque, skin suit under white rubber dress in a loose fitting but straight skirted design, under my white burqa and its attached silencing hood.
I requested a private screening, but was mde to pass through the millimeter wave scanner first, anyway. However, after that I was escorted to a private area, patted down and visually inspected by a very polite TSA woman, the allowed to proceed.
As usual, I rubbered up properly afterwards in the ladies. I pulled the skinsuit's hood smoothly and tightly over my face, adjusted it so that I was gagged (the white suit has a small gag built into the hood), then pulled the burqa hood tightly over that. I have become quite adept at this and keeping my head shaved means that it is quite easy to zip shut down the back of my skull to the nape of my neck.
While visiting we went shopping in one of the largest malls and I encountered several other women in veil and hijab. Christmas may not be an important holiday to muslims, but it IS a very good time for bargains. There were no less than a dozen hijabi and niqabi shopping on Christmas Eve as we were.
We were in a large department store, Sir in his latex slacks and blazer, the kids in rubber jeans and tee shirt and a sailor moon cosplay outfit in bright blue and white latex. I was in my blue burqa over a blue straight dress with matching hood, gloves, and bots. Under that was one of my usual transparent skinsuits, this one tinted in blue and with an open mouthed hood. Consequently, I only had two hoods on for the day out and only the outer hood, the blue one that is part of the burqa, was silencing. This allowed me to talk when we were at the apartment or in our hotel suite, but to be fully gagged or silenced when out in public.
Sir had required that my arms be extended through the slits in the burqa and the wrists manacled and chained together outside the burqa for our trip to the mall. I should describe these. The manacles are actually more for style and for show than true restraint. They are light rubber straps with Swarovski crystal studs These buckle over my gloved wrists and are locked with small silver locks. They are permanently chained to each other by a thin silver chain. Were I to jerk my arms apart strongly, the chain would surely break. So, much more for the stylish fashion look than for true restraint.
There is a matching rubber collar, also studded with crystals, which I sometimes am made to wear around my neck outside the burqa. This collar can also be locked on and can be chained to the wrist cuffs via a straight silver chain descending from a D-ring to the chain between the cuffs.
Sir gave me this set of manacles for our wedding anniversary this year. He designated 37 as the "Latex" anniversary, but I think he is somewhat arbitrary about this.
I realized earlier today that I had never described them although I have been placed in them several times over the last few months. We both love the look, particularly against my darker burqas, the blue and the black.
Before we left for the mall, Sir asked our son to put the wrist cuffs on me. He did so, obviously enjoying the notion of chaining his mother in her multiple layers of rubber. I could see that Sir enjoyed the scene as well and the girl friend was fascinated.
That day (Christmas eve) Sir did not specify the neck collar, just the wrist chains. As we walked along the street, I stayed a 'proper' few steps behind Sir with my hands draped downward in front of me. The chains were not dramatically visible, but there was no way we did not attract attention and stares as we walked along some of the most crowded streets in the city.
As we wandered around the department store, we encountered two women in full niqab. They looked a bit startled when they saw me, but just nodded. I suspect they did not think I and my little rubber-clad cadre were religious as they were giggling to each other a few moments after we passed.
We did a bit more shopping, and I know I surprised the clerk in the women's tops section when I picked out two tops, the chain between my wrists tinkling and very visible. I presented them to the clerk with both hands, then stepped out of the way for Sir to pay. She was taken aback and an expression of disapproval crossed her face until Sir smiled at her and told her we were headed to a fetish party. This, oddly enough, seemed to mollify her completely and she was all smiles as she checked us out.
Afterwards, we separated into our respective couples and Sir and I wandered around a bit more, garnering stern looks from the folks in the Swarovski store even though my manacles, which I was no longer making any attempt to hide or downplay, were covered with their crystals. Sir and I were discussing (he talking, me signing with hand and head movements) which Christmas ornament to get for son's tree while being studied most carefully by the clerks and the security guard. However, when Sir picked out the ornament we agreed upon and asked them to write it up, we were suddenly the best of customers. :)
We looked at a few more places then hooked up with the kids and stopped in the food court for a light lunch. I, of course, was not able to partake, but sat quietly watching them eat fantastic smelling roast beef sandwiches.
I was allowed to sit with them (sometimes I have to either kneel or stand by Sir in public restaurants) with my blue gloved rubber hands poised on the table, manacles and chain in plain sight. We girls even managed a conversation of sorts about the goods she and son had purchased.
Lest you think Sir too cruel, he did order one of the sandwiches for me to go and I was allowed to eat it once we returned to our son's apartment.
So our Christmas Eve shopping was fun, and successful. Sir and I returned to our hotel suite for a very romantic evening. I shan't go into details except to say that it was very sensual for me, still gagged and burqa'd to undress Sir only to discover that he was encased in a black rubber catsuit the whole day and I had never noticed. Suffice it to say that we spent a total enclosure evening, even when room service delivered the evening meal and champagne!
The next day Sir and I stepped out from the hotel, after a light breakfast in the hotel restaurant (I was allowed to ungag for Christmas - :) ). Then cabbed over to son's apartment for a quiet Christmas day celebration.
More later
Lady
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
A New Year ... My Holiday Time
Some of my readers have begun to comment most vociferously on my 3 month hiatus from writing in this blog. My apologies. Three month intervals do seem to have become my norm, although it is without intent. There has just been either so little or so much going on each time that I have procrastinated on the writing. I should be more consistent and frequent; one might even say I should be more regular, but there are such connotations to that term at my time of life.
I shall endeavor, as always, to post ore often. I take it people would rather see short, pithy postings frequently than have to wait until something has occurred which I deem write worthy. I shall attempt to accommodate.
Here we are, at the end of January. Thanksgiving has come and gone, Christmas and Hannukah have passed, and the New Year is underway. Heavens, yesterday we had an inauguration! it has been a busy quarter year.
It does seem strange to think of it as a quarter year since I last posted. I definitely shall have to focus more.
Well, my adventures in the intervening quarter:
Thanksgiving was spent with Sir's family, specifically, his sister. We have done this before. Although it was expected to be a small gathering of just 5 or 6, by the time we were seated around the table, there were 13 people enjoying the day and the dinner. Sir and I flew down and rented a car, driving out to the homestead on the day before. I was in white burqa that day with my favorite white latex long skirted dress on underneath. nothing much happened as we made the trip. At the airport i was subjected to the usual private pat down, but it was all very friendly. As usual, i prepared in advance with an open faced hood beneath the burqa so that it would be easy to show my face to the agent and confirm identity. After clearing screening, I went into a ladies room and slipped a full face, silencing hood in white over that so I was properly covered and unable to speak for the duration of the flight.
One thing I was able to experience was the new scanners, the millimeter wave, not the x-ray-based. These do NOT show an image of a naked body, but rather a stick figure indicating I had nothing scary on under my rubber burqa.
On the plane I sat and read, white gloved hands emerging from white burqa, large print selected on my iPad. Did I mention i have my own iPad now? Sir gave me that a while back. Very helpful for all types of reading and web browsing.
Collecting luggage was fun. I stood as Sir waited for our bags to come up on the carousel. A young boy of about 5 or 6 was goggle eyed looking at me and approached with an intent to touch the burqa. A quick handed mother dragged him back. I feigned ignorance of his approach, but was in fact contemplating the effect a sudden turn and bow might have on him.
We proceeded to our car rental and drove out to his sister's hacienda in the hills. Once there, I was greeted warmly, as usual, by the family. An old friend of his sister's was visiting as well and she was a bit taken aback by my veiled appearance, but had been prepared. I was allowed by Sir to retire to our assigned bedroom and to slip into my blue burqa with matching catsuit and dress on underneath and no silencing hood. This meant I could converse and participate with the rest of the family.
We had a lovely dinner, all white food, seemingly, although I do not think that was the intent. But Turkey, potatoes, marshmallow sauce, cauliflower, and root vegetables seemed to be the orde of the day. No greens or colour. Tasty, however.
I did have an opportunity to chat for a while with Sir's sister's friend who has quite a set of firm opinions about other cultures and people, and things not like her. She is a nice person, but definitely let me know that she considers my lifestyle and Sir's to be weird. She was, nonetheless, accepting; I suspect his sister got an earful later, however. :)
We went out to the Riverwalk one evening with Sir in his new black rubber burqa/cape/hood combination and I in red. There was a club that was one of the few fetish venues in the area and was having a thanksgiving week party, so we dropped by. They were not doing a fetish night then, but let us in nonetheless...Not much except some fun music and dancing, but definitely made an entrance!
After a few days, we came home. We did do some nice shopping in the San Antonio area, saw a couple of films, including the new one, Rise of the Guardians, which the children all loved. It is a funny take on some old indo-european christmas myths; Jack Frost, Santa, and even the Sandman.
Coming back, I was to wear all white rubber, from a solid catsuit, to a hooded dress, and then a burqa. It was cooler than when we left and this bundling was quite nice. It was, however, a bit more restrictive, particularly when i had to show my face at security. For this, the hood of the dress had not been pulled up and so I had two hoods to juggle with once through security. Took seemingly forever to get everything aligne3d, my mouth properly gagged and smoothed over by the outermost hood of the burqa.
The white burqa is still one of the most dramatic because it is so large and has so much shine to it. I feel like a cloud as I walk down concourses or corridors with meter upon meter of swirling white latex blowing behind me, the pressure all focused on my face, reminding me that I am hooded, gagged, and silenced (there is a difference) as the rubber pulls my posture straight and my head up.
I will end here and post again soon on the actual Christmas holiday which we spent in California. A fun time, but I am slow to write and I know everyone wants to hear more.
I shall endeavor, as always, to post ore often. I take it people would rather see short, pithy postings frequently than have to wait until something has occurred which I deem write worthy. I shall attempt to accommodate.
Here we are, at the end of January. Thanksgiving has come and gone, Christmas and Hannukah have passed, and the New Year is underway. Heavens, yesterday we had an inauguration! it has been a busy quarter year.
It does seem strange to think of it as a quarter year since I last posted. I definitely shall have to focus more.
Well, my adventures in the intervening quarter:
Thanksgiving was spent with Sir's family, specifically, his sister. We have done this before. Although it was expected to be a small gathering of just 5 or 6, by the time we were seated around the table, there were 13 people enjoying the day and the dinner. Sir and I flew down and rented a car, driving out to the homestead on the day before. I was in white burqa that day with my favorite white latex long skirted dress on underneath. nothing much happened as we made the trip. At the airport i was subjected to the usual private pat down, but it was all very friendly. As usual, i prepared in advance with an open faced hood beneath the burqa so that it would be easy to show my face to the agent and confirm identity. After clearing screening, I went into a ladies room and slipped a full face, silencing hood in white over that so I was properly covered and unable to speak for the duration of the flight.
One thing I was able to experience was the new scanners, the millimeter wave, not the x-ray-based. These do NOT show an image of a naked body, but rather a stick figure indicating I had nothing scary on under my rubber burqa.
On the plane I sat and read, white gloved hands emerging from white burqa, large print selected on my iPad. Did I mention i have my own iPad now? Sir gave me that a while back. Very helpful for all types of reading and web browsing.
Collecting luggage was fun. I stood as Sir waited for our bags to come up on the carousel. A young boy of about 5 or 6 was goggle eyed looking at me and approached with an intent to touch the burqa. A quick handed mother dragged him back. I feigned ignorance of his approach, but was in fact contemplating the effect a sudden turn and bow might have on him.
We proceeded to our car rental and drove out to his sister's hacienda in the hills. Once there, I was greeted warmly, as usual, by the family. An old friend of his sister's was visiting as well and she was a bit taken aback by my veiled appearance, but had been prepared. I was allowed by Sir to retire to our assigned bedroom and to slip into my blue burqa with matching catsuit and dress on underneath and no silencing hood. This meant I could converse and participate with the rest of the family.
We had a lovely dinner, all white food, seemingly, although I do not think that was the intent. But Turkey, potatoes, marshmallow sauce, cauliflower, and root vegetables seemed to be the orde of the day. No greens or colour. Tasty, however.
I did have an opportunity to chat for a while with Sir's sister's friend who has quite a set of firm opinions about other cultures and people, and things not like her. She is a nice person, but definitely let me know that she considers my lifestyle and Sir's to be weird. She was, nonetheless, accepting; I suspect his sister got an earful later, however. :)
We went out to the Riverwalk one evening with Sir in his new black rubber burqa/cape/hood combination and I in red. There was a club that was one of the few fetish venues in the area and was having a thanksgiving week party, so we dropped by. They were not doing a fetish night then, but let us in nonetheless...Not much except some fun music and dancing, but definitely made an entrance!
After a few days, we came home. We did do some nice shopping in the San Antonio area, saw a couple of films, including the new one, Rise of the Guardians, which the children all loved. It is a funny take on some old indo-european christmas myths; Jack Frost, Santa, and even the Sandman.
Coming back, I was to wear all white rubber, from a solid catsuit, to a hooded dress, and then a burqa. It was cooler than when we left and this bundling was quite nice. It was, however, a bit more restrictive, particularly when i had to show my face at security. For this, the hood of the dress had not been pulled up and so I had two hoods to juggle with once through security. Took seemingly forever to get everything aligne3d, my mouth properly gagged and smoothed over by the outermost hood of the burqa.
The white burqa is still one of the most dramatic because it is so large and has so much shine to it. I feel like a cloud as I walk down concourses or corridors with meter upon meter of swirling white latex blowing behind me, the pressure all focused on my face, reminding me that I am hooded, gagged, and silenced (there is a difference) as the rubber pulls my posture straight and my head up.
I will end here and post again soon on the actual Christmas holiday which we spent in California. A fun time, but I am slow to write and I know everyone wants to hear more.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
A Hot Summer with Recovery
I have recently had a comment that I have not posted in 3 months, thereby invalidating the title of my last post.
This is very true. I had meant to post, but was ill for a while, as I mentioned in my previous post, then busy as Sir underwent and recovered from a bit of heart surgery. No sooner did I feel better than Sir had to go into hospital and have robotic heart surgery fix a congenital birth defect he'd never known about.
He is much, much better now, having had what was a minor birth defect surgically corrected 57 years later. He had developed a lot of breathing and exertion problems, but, thankfully, we had it tracked down and fixed. Sir, of course took it as an engineering problem and grilled the surgeon on all the technical aspects. He even requested a DVD of the movie they made as they traversed his heart and zipped it up.
Two months or thereabouts of recovery have meant that he has been here in the house most days, often relaxing and laying about. However, as his strength returned and he began to feel considerably better, he has become much more active and involved. And horny :) It is good that heart surgery not only did not damage his kinky nature, but actually intensified certain aspects. Medical fetish is now very much on the menu! With me as the patient in need of severe invasive and scary medical procedures!
For those of you who will ask, yes, I remained in my full latex clothing and in my burqas during his short hospital stay. The nurses and doctors were most accommodating. Sir allowed me to speak, so I was not silenced and my usual silencing hoods were left for me to wear only during trips to and from the hospital. But I was in a hooded latex skinsuit and a rubber dress over that, then my burqa. I wore the red, the blue and the gold/electrum over the three day stay.
Sir himself brought and wore his rubber pajamas and either his latex dressing gown or his rubber cassock.There was a bit of confusion one day as he wore the cassock over pajamas while walking with an IV pole. At least two other patients said, "hello Father" as he was shambling past them in the hallway on his way to the yogurt and pudding fridge.
Thankfully, he was only in one of those gowns for the day of surgery. I have since searched and cannot find a rubber version of a hospital gown. Perhaps they are so horrid that not even intense, serious medical fetishists are willing to wear even a rubber version.
Since I was on my own, but needed to come up to the hospital each day, I contemplated driving in the burqa, but as usual sanity prevailed. I contacted the car service we use when Sir is away and our usual driver shuttled me back and forth between home and hospital every day.
Sir was only hospitalized for three days; open heart surgery is, in many cases, not much of a challenge these days for doctor or patient. He had very little pain and took only a few more days lying on the couch to recover enough that he started saying he felt good. But he had 2 months of official recovery time which has meant that we have been on something of a holiday for a while.
It was while he recovered that our visit to the arboretum, which I mentioned in my last post, occurred.
August was hot here, as it always is, but cooler and wetter than usual. The truly outrageous temperatures did not occur until later in the month and consequently, I was able to go out fully sealed while Sir was home.
He and I went out to dinner several times and to the cinema and, of course, the arboretum. Walking was the way to recover his strength and we visited several shopping malls and just walked them for hours, window shopping and picking up a few things here and there. As his strength returned, I was amazed how much he could do so quickly. Heart surgery is not only good for the heart, it is good for the whole man.
Sir, feeling better, has been spending money. I know about the kimono he has commissioned for me, but I suspect so much more. I believe he has been ordering new latex outfits, medical fetish supplies, and breath control devices for himself and for me. I can usually tell by the sudden appearance of a tape measure on his desk.
Other than dinner, cinema, shopping, theater, car buying, and visiting friends, it has been a "quiet" summer. It is so good to have Sir feeling better and stronger than before. By the second week home he had resumed having rubber scenes with me, including some medical fetish play that was most entertaining. I had no idea you could do that with a catheter and a speculum!
I also did have time and energy to get back into second life and see old friends there. There had been some changes while I was gone. But I just never got around to posting to this blog for which I apologize.
Right now we are having work done around the house with windows, doors, air conditioning, trees, and other things required. That means I am fully sealed, silenced and burqa'd in my own home about 12 hours a day, at least. And Sir, feeling better has begun to insist on plugs in all orifices, including gags in my mouth. While he recovered he was quite busy on the internet and several new hoods, gags, binders, and other paraphenalia arrived. Of those, the new hobble skirt and gags and plugs and underwear have been put to significant use while the workmen are here in the house. They are used to me by now, ut do not know, of course, how bound and stimulated I am beneath my flowing burqa.
More of that later. Next post I will write about some of those medical scenes Sir has become enamored with.
This is very true. I had meant to post, but was ill for a while, as I mentioned in my previous post, then busy as Sir underwent and recovered from a bit of heart surgery. No sooner did I feel better than Sir had to go into hospital and have robotic heart surgery fix a congenital birth defect he'd never known about.
He is much, much better now, having had what was a minor birth defect surgically corrected 57 years later. He had developed a lot of breathing and exertion problems, but, thankfully, we had it tracked down and fixed. Sir, of course took it as an engineering problem and grilled the surgeon on all the technical aspects. He even requested a DVD of the movie they made as they traversed his heart and zipped it up.
Two months or thereabouts of recovery have meant that he has been here in the house most days, often relaxing and laying about. However, as his strength returned and he began to feel considerably better, he has become much more active and involved. And horny :) It is good that heart surgery not only did not damage his kinky nature, but actually intensified certain aspects. Medical fetish is now very much on the menu! With me as the patient in need of severe invasive and scary medical procedures!
For those of you who will ask, yes, I remained in my full latex clothing and in my burqas during his short hospital stay. The nurses and doctors were most accommodating. Sir allowed me to speak, so I was not silenced and my usual silencing hoods were left for me to wear only during trips to and from the hospital. But I was in a hooded latex skinsuit and a rubber dress over that, then my burqa. I wore the red, the blue and the gold/electrum over the three day stay.
Sir himself brought and wore his rubber pajamas and either his latex dressing gown or his rubber cassock.There was a bit of confusion one day as he wore the cassock over pajamas while walking with an IV pole. At least two other patients said, "hello Father" as he was shambling past them in the hallway on his way to the yogurt and pudding fridge.
Thankfully, he was only in one of those gowns for the day of surgery. I have since searched and cannot find a rubber version of a hospital gown. Perhaps they are so horrid that not even intense, serious medical fetishists are willing to wear even a rubber version.
Since I was on my own, but needed to come up to the hospital each day, I contemplated driving in the burqa, but as usual sanity prevailed. I contacted the car service we use when Sir is away and our usual driver shuttled me back and forth between home and hospital every day.
Sir was only hospitalized for three days; open heart surgery is, in many cases, not much of a challenge these days for doctor or patient. He had very little pain and took only a few more days lying on the couch to recover enough that he started saying he felt good. But he had 2 months of official recovery time which has meant that we have been on something of a holiday for a while.
It was while he recovered that our visit to the arboretum, which I mentioned in my last post, occurred.
August was hot here, as it always is, but cooler and wetter than usual. The truly outrageous temperatures did not occur until later in the month and consequently, I was able to go out fully sealed while Sir was home.
He and I went out to dinner several times and to the cinema and, of course, the arboretum. Walking was the way to recover his strength and we visited several shopping malls and just walked them for hours, window shopping and picking up a few things here and there. As his strength returned, I was amazed how much he could do so quickly. Heart surgery is not only good for the heart, it is good for the whole man.
Sir, feeling better, has been spending money. I know about the kimono he has commissioned for me, but I suspect so much more. I believe he has been ordering new latex outfits, medical fetish supplies, and breath control devices for himself and for me. I can usually tell by the sudden appearance of a tape measure on his desk.
Other than dinner, cinema, shopping, theater, car buying, and visiting friends, it has been a "quiet" summer. It is so good to have Sir feeling better and stronger than before. By the second week home he had resumed having rubber scenes with me, including some medical fetish play that was most entertaining. I had no idea you could do that with a catheter and a speculum!
I also did have time and energy to get back into second life and see old friends there. There had been some changes while I was gone. But I just never got around to posting to this blog for which I apologize.
Right now we are having work done around the house with windows, doors, air conditioning, trees, and other things required. That means I am fully sealed, silenced and burqa'd in my own home about 12 hours a day, at least. And Sir, feeling better has begun to insist on plugs in all orifices, including gags in my mouth. While he recovered he was quite busy on the internet and several new hoods, gags, binders, and other paraphenalia arrived. Of those, the new hobble skirt and gags and plugs and underwear have been put to significant use while the workmen are here in the house. They are used to me by now, ut do not know, of course, how bound and stimulated I am beneath my flowing burqa.
More of that later. Next post I will write about some of those medical scenes Sir has become enamored with.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Summer's Heat and I am back
Apologies to all for the long delay. I have been ill most of May and June and just did not feel like nor have the energy to post. That, coupled with a dearth of interesting events about which to post, has meant that I have been lazing around the house most of the past two months.
My illness seems to have been a bad bout of flu I picked up in May. Nothing too serious, but it left me exhausted and feeling out of sorts for several weeks. But by mid-June I was mostly recovered.
For those of you who will ask, yes, I stuck to my regimen of only wearing latex clothing, although it was often a rubber nightgown and peignoir worn around the house all day. I just had no energy and was suffering stomach upset. If I had been several years younger I would have sworn I was newly pregnant!
We did make a trip out to the local arboretum to see the glass sculptures of Chihuly and we've had dinner a few times with distant friends come a-visiting, but much of the time has been spent just reclining around the house. Only in the past two or three weeks have I even felt like web surfing, writing, or coming online at all.
I did get a fair amount of reading done and have enjoyed gardening in the past few weeks as I started to feel better. Of course, here in Texas gardening in late June in latex is a bit dicey.
Sir has set up a sprinkling mister over my entire garden space. It is under this that I work, trimming back my roses, laying down rubber mulch and planting new flowers, tomatoes, strawbs, and lettuce. It is a bit like I used to do in Ireland in that I am essentially working in the rain. Unlike Ireland, however, the sky is clear and the sun is still hot. I seldom do more than a half hour at a time before Sir orders me into the pool.
Typically, I wear either a white or metallic blue full enclosure latex skinsuit for these efforts, or a transparent skinsuit with a black rubber maillot swimsuit over it. Occasionally, I am required to wear a burqa while doing my gardening, but only for a short while. The 'rain' comes down on me and the plants alike and I am thoroughly soaked and slick with water shortly after I start anytime I go out in the garden.
After about 30 minutes Sir orders me into our pool which is beside my garden area. It is an amazing relief to step into it and take off swimming from one end to the other. It is really a play pool, not a diving pool and as such it is only about 4 feet deep at each end and 5 feet in the center. Perfect for a few laps and for being able to stop anytime I want.
We have had a nice little harvest of tomatoes, strawberries, and lettuce from my previous efforts. And our peach tree finally fruited this year so we have many little peaches.
As i began to feel more energetic, we went out to dinner with some old friends. We went to a nice fish restaurant where I could comfortably sit in my red burqa and nibble at a plate of fish under it. Of course we garnered a few looks and some whispered comments, but the staff were very nice. Sir let me speak while we were out on that excursion. Our friends are aware of our lifestyle but do not share our tastes in clothing or fetish. Nonetheless, they are quite understanding of our quirks.
I was dressed in a very tight red rubber skirt that came to just below my knees; a true hobble skirt forcing me to take very small steps. I wore a matching red top with Victorian styling. Red gloves and high heeled red boots of course. A transparent red skinsuit with a hood that has open eyes and mouth under all that completed my enclosure. My red burqa covered it all, of course, at the restaurant, but I did get the opportunity to show the outfit underneath off a bit once we all came back home.
Our other recent outing with friends occurred when Sir discovered that an old college friend was visiting in the area (thanks to Facebook status updates). He arranged for us to meet her and her wife at a Hibachi restaurant for lunch. They have a beautiful little girl and we had a fine time watching the show the chef put on.
I wore my black rubber kimono for that outing, under a black burqa. Again, Sir was kind enough to let me speak and Hibachi is wonderful for having all the food in bite sized bits.
This couple IS into fetish and were dressed in very nice rubber outfits, green leggings on one, a red skirt on the other, and both in white rubber blouses. Their daughter was in regular kid's clothing, but evinced her desire to "dress like my mommies" multiple times.
Again, I was able to remove the burqa once we got home and show off my kimono a bit. It has very long sleeves and an appliquéd pattern of white and red cranes on the bottom half. It was nice just sitting and reminiscing over university, which for us was 4 decades ago.
We talked a bit about how we all got into fetish and our friend's wife told us her story. They live in the pacific Northwest now so we had stories to swap of latex in wet climates. We haven't spoken to our friend in many years and she did not know anything about our time in Ireland.
It was later that week that Sir took me to the Arboretum to see the flowers and the glass sculptures. I was dressed in a white latex skinsuit, my full skirted white rubber dress (what I call my Easter dress :) and a white burqa over it. It was, thankfully, a relatively cool day with the temperatures only in the 80's. We were done and back in the air conditioning of the car before the temperature really began to rise.
So that has been my spring and summer so far. I am very glad to feel better now. Sir looked after me wonderfully while I was sick and was always most attentive to my needs. Of course, he ultimately came down with it too, but it only lasted a few days with him. I am not sure why mine was so persistent and enervating.
I have returned to the web, chatting a bit and going out on Second Life. I missed a couple of events in Second Life that I wanted to attend. But it has been nice to chat with folk who were beginning to think I had fallen off the end of the earth.
Let me say, I am back and feeling much better, so look to hear from me again soon.
My illness seems to have been a bad bout of flu I picked up in May. Nothing too serious, but it left me exhausted and feeling out of sorts for several weeks. But by mid-June I was mostly recovered.
For those of you who will ask, yes, I stuck to my regimen of only wearing latex clothing, although it was often a rubber nightgown and peignoir worn around the house all day. I just had no energy and was suffering stomach upset. If I had been several years younger I would have sworn I was newly pregnant!
We did make a trip out to the local arboretum to see the glass sculptures of Chihuly and we've had dinner a few times with distant friends come a-visiting, but much of the time has been spent just reclining around the house. Only in the past two or three weeks have I even felt like web surfing, writing, or coming online at all.
I did get a fair amount of reading done and have enjoyed gardening in the past few weeks as I started to feel better. Of course, here in Texas gardening in late June in latex is a bit dicey.
Sir has set up a sprinkling mister over my entire garden space. It is under this that I work, trimming back my roses, laying down rubber mulch and planting new flowers, tomatoes, strawbs, and lettuce. It is a bit like I used to do in Ireland in that I am essentially working in the rain. Unlike Ireland, however, the sky is clear and the sun is still hot. I seldom do more than a half hour at a time before Sir orders me into the pool.
Typically, I wear either a white or metallic blue full enclosure latex skinsuit for these efforts, or a transparent skinsuit with a black rubber maillot swimsuit over it. Occasionally, I am required to wear a burqa while doing my gardening, but only for a short while. The 'rain' comes down on me and the plants alike and I am thoroughly soaked and slick with water shortly after I start anytime I go out in the garden.
After about 30 minutes Sir orders me into our pool which is beside my garden area. It is an amazing relief to step into it and take off swimming from one end to the other. It is really a play pool, not a diving pool and as such it is only about 4 feet deep at each end and 5 feet in the center. Perfect for a few laps and for being able to stop anytime I want.
We have had a nice little harvest of tomatoes, strawberries, and lettuce from my previous efforts. And our peach tree finally fruited this year so we have many little peaches.
As i began to feel more energetic, we went out to dinner with some old friends. We went to a nice fish restaurant where I could comfortably sit in my red burqa and nibble at a plate of fish under it. Of course we garnered a few looks and some whispered comments, but the staff were very nice. Sir let me speak while we were out on that excursion. Our friends are aware of our lifestyle but do not share our tastes in clothing or fetish. Nonetheless, they are quite understanding of our quirks.
I was dressed in a very tight red rubber skirt that came to just below my knees; a true hobble skirt forcing me to take very small steps. I wore a matching red top with Victorian styling. Red gloves and high heeled red boots of course. A transparent red skinsuit with a hood that has open eyes and mouth under all that completed my enclosure. My red burqa covered it all, of course, at the restaurant, but I did get the opportunity to show the outfit underneath off a bit once we all came back home.
I wore my black rubber kimono for that outing, under a black burqa. Again, Sir was kind enough to let me speak and Hibachi is wonderful for having all the food in bite sized bits.
This couple IS into fetish and were dressed in very nice rubber outfits, green leggings on one, a red skirt on the other, and both in white rubber blouses. Their daughter was in regular kid's clothing, but evinced her desire to "dress like my mommies" multiple times.
Again, I was able to remove the burqa once we got home and show off my kimono a bit. It has very long sleeves and an appliquéd pattern of white and red cranes on the bottom half. It was nice just sitting and reminiscing over university, which for us was 4 decades ago.
We talked a bit about how we all got into fetish and our friend's wife told us her story. They live in the pacific Northwest now so we had stories to swap of latex in wet climates. We haven't spoken to our friend in many years and she did not know anything about our time in Ireland.
It was later that week that Sir took me to the Arboretum to see the flowers and the glass sculptures. I was dressed in a white latex skinsuit, my full skirted white rubber dress (what I call my Easter dress :) and a white burqa over it. It was, thankfully, a relatively cool day with the temperatures only in the 80's. We were done and back in the air conditioning of the car before the temperature really began to rise.
So that has been my spring and summer so far. I am very glad to feel better now. Sir looked after me wonderfully while I was sick and was always most attentive to my needs. Of course, he ultimately came down with it too, but it only lasted a few days with him. I am not sure why mine was so persistent and enervating.
I have returned to the web, chatting a bit and going out on Second Life. I missed a couple of events in Second Life that I wanted to attend. But it has been nice to chat with folk who were beginning to think I had fallen off the end of the earth.
Let me say, I am back and feeling much better, so look to hear from me again soon.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Catching Up with Friends and Family
I am trying this new Google posting interface. I hope it works.
I suddenly realized I had not posted in months and thought that, with Christmas, a New Year, and now months into 2012, perhaps I should not be so remiss in letting folks know what has been happening in my rubbered life.
First, Christmas: We had a lovely one. Our son came to visit with his girlfriend. I received a new black rubber dress and a black and white umber that is stunning. I also received a very elaborate hood, in black and red, and some nice new rubber gloves. For Sir, I had acquired some new latex slacks and a very nice shirt.
After a quiet Christmas, wearing a red rubber dress over two catsuits for the holiday and not having to wear a burqa all day since I could be fully hooded and silenced while Sir, Son, and Girlfriend enjoyed Christmas, I spent the first part of boxing day in bondage, silenced, being tube fed and immobilized on our Corbu recliner. Sir put me into this first thing in the morning, wearing only a catsuit and new hood and decided to play with me most of the morning. This was in our bedroom.
However, I could hear our son and his girlfriend enjoying themselves in our formal playroom. She is a most enthusiastic sub and it was strange and oddly exciting to listen to their play while I was helpless and at Sir's mercy. The immobilization routine he follows with me on the lounger is designed to remove all control from me and to deliver me to him fully. It involves bodily function control, tubes, breathing management, and electrical and manual stimulation. By noon I was exhausted but very happy.
For that day I was in the new hood which has a built in gag, fits over the front of the face quite tightly and can have vision obscured if he desires. It's breathing tubes are routed to the back of the neck as well. Once satisfied with the immobilization play, he allowed me to finish dressing with the new black and white rubber bandage dress securing me tightly, then decided we would go out shopping...and so wrapped me in my white burqa and its hood.
Our son by this time had also released his girlfriend and we all went out for the afternoon shopping. Son decided to have his GF wear my red burqa and its matching silencing hood. It is a very strange thing to watch your progeny pulling a tight rubber hood over the face of his girlfriend, adjusting it well, then zipping it shut over her mouth to silence her.
I stood, already covered in my burqa as he did so and it was thrilling to watch her disappear under the mass of red rubber flowing around her. She wore a red dress tight to the ankles and red gloves as well. This is not her usual rubber attire, but Son had given her the dress for Christmas and it was beautiful and strict and very sleek under the volumes of rubber in the burqa. I seldom get to see someone else being draped in these wonderful rubber burqas. It was quite thrilling.
She and I were told to stay together, hold each other by our rubber gloved hands and to enjoy our shopping trip. Of course, we were both silenced and actually gagged this day so we had nothing to say, but exchanged looks often through the several layers obscuring our features and faces, silencing us totally. It was amazing to wander the mall that day, watching folks returning gifts and buying bargains. We walked hand in rubber hand, red and white burqas flowing around us, flanked by our menfolk in their latex street wear and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Occasionally we would turn to one another as if we could speak or share some comment, but of course, we could not. We could only stare into each other's perforated mesh, centered in the burqa's panel, forming the only faces we would know for the rest of the day. It was bizarre and beautiful and we loved it. We did communicate a bit through hand gestures, but generally just walked between our men, holding hands gently.
Son and his GF returned to LA a few days later. She wore her more usual rubber manga attire to fly in and we saw them off at the airport. She looks so cute as a rubber manga doll! One is hard pressed to recall her draped and hidden and obscured in yards upon yards of soft flowing rubber burqa. I am so glad Son had her do that so I could see what others see when I am fully encased and enveloped by these shimmering rubbery garments.
For New Year's we attended an evening play followed by a private party with a couple of friends. I have mentioned our Swiss friends Kermit and Annemarie before. They were here visiting the US for the holiday and we enjoyed a lively New Year's eve with them. We actually stayed the night with them in their hotel suite and I was thus introduced to 2012 in serious bondage and with the attentions of two very kinky friends. It was quite an experience, including severe breath control, bondage, needle play, and finally being allowed to experience multiple people taking pleasure from me simultaneously.
New Years day was spent recuperating, wrapped in rubber in their suite until the late afternoon when I slipped my blue burqa on over the blue dress I had worn for our little party and Sir and I made our way home. I still had some reminders of Annemarie's proclivities after we got home and was quite sore for a few days.
Since then we have been homebodies, seldom going out in January or even February except to dinner a few times a week. Sir was ill in early `February for a while and did not feel like doing anything but laying wrapped in his rubber cassock and sipping hot tea which I made copiously. He got better and has been working hard the past month. He has also been traveling which leaves me alone, free to follow his dictates by we and by phone. I seem to still spend most of my time in silencing hoods over rubber dresses.
But then last week I caught his cold or whatever and so, for a few days last week I was the one wrapped in rubber robe, sipping tea and doing nothing for days.
I occasionally log into Second Life and the fine folks at Darkadia in the Clan of the Latex Web have offered to let me live in their sim. It is all being remodeled and is based on the art and philosophy of Michael Manning's work which I love.
I hope that brings everyone up to date. We have had an interesting first part of 2012. We hope to travel out to LA to see our son on his home turf sometime soon.
Regards,
Lady
I suddenly realized I had not posted in months and thought that, with Christmas, a New Year, and now months into 2012, perhaps I should not be so remiss in letting folks know what has been happening in my rubbered life.
First, Christmas: We had a lovely one. Our son came to visit with his girlfriend. I received a new black rubber dress and a black and white umber that is stunning. I also received a very elaborate hood, in black and red, and some nice new rubber gloves. For Sir, I had acquired some new latex slacks and a very nice shirt.
After a quiet Christmas, wearing a red rubber dress over two catsuits for the holiday and not having to wear a burqa all day since I could be fully hooded and silenced while Sir, Son, and Girlfriend enjoyed Christmas, I spent the first part of boxing day in bondage, silenced, being tube fed and immobilized on our Corbu recliner. Sir put me into this first thing in the morning, wearing only a catsuit and new hood and decided to play with me most of the morning. This was in our bedroom.
However, I could hear our son and his girlfriend enjoying themselves in our formal playroom. She is a most enthusiastic sub and it was strange and oddly exciting to listen to their play while I was helpless and at Sir's mercy. The immobilization routine he follows with me on the lounger is designed to remove all control from me and to deliver me to him fully. It involves bodily function control, tubes, breathing management, and electrical and manual stimulation. By noon I was exhausted but very happy.
For that day I was in the new hood which has a built in gag, fits over the front of the face quite tightly and can have vision obscured if he desires. It's breathing tubes are routed to the back of the neck as well. Once satisfied with the immobilization play, he allowed me to finish dressing with the new black and white rubber bandage dress securing me tightly, then decided we would go out shopping...and so wrapped me in my white burqa and its hood.
Our son by this time had also released his girlfriend and we all went out for the afternoon shopping. Son decided to have his GF wear my red burqa and its matching silencing hood. It is a very strange thing to watch your progeny pulling a tight rubber hood over the face of his girlfriend, adjusting it well, then zipping it shut over her mouth to silence her.
I stood, already covered in my burqa as he did so and it was thrilling to watch her disappear under the mass of red rubber flowing around her. She wore a red dress tight to the ankles and red gloves as well. This is not her usual rubber attire, but Son had given her the dress for Christmas and it was beautiful and strict and very sleek under the volumes of rubber in the burqa. I seldom get to see someone else being draped in these wonderful rubber burqas. It was quite thrilling.
She and I were told to stay together, hold each other by our rubber gloved hands and to enjoy our shopping trip. Of course, we were both silenced and actually gagged this day so we had nothing to say, but exchanged looks often through the several layers obscuring our features and faces, silencing us totally. It was amazing to wander the mall that day, watching folks returning gifts and buying bargains. We walked hand in rubber hand, red and white burqas flowing around us, flanked by our menfolk in their latex street wear and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Occasionally we would turn to one another as if we could speak or share some comment, but of course, we could not. We could only stare into each other's perforated mesh, centered in the burqa's panel, forming the only faces we would know for the rest of the day. It was bizarre and beautiful and we loved it. We did communicate a bit through hand gestures, but generally just walked between our men, holding hands gently.
Son and his GF returned to LA a few days later. She wore her more usual rubber manga attire to fly in and we saw them off at the airport. She looks so cute as a rubber manga doll! One is hard pressed to recall her draped and hidden and obscured in yards upon yards of soft flowing rubber burqa. I am so glad Son had her do that so I could see what others see when I am fully encased and enveloped by these shimmering rubbery garments.
For New Year's we attended an evening play followed by a private party with a couple of friends. I have mentioned our Swiss friends Kermit and Annemarie before. They were here visiting the US for the holiday and we enjoyed a lively New Year's eve with them. We actually stayed the night with them in their hotel suite and I was thus introduced to 2012 in serious bondage and with the attentions of two very kinky friends. It was quite an experience, including severe breath control, bondage, needle play, and finally being allowed to experience multiple people taking pleasure from me simultaneously.
New Years day was spent recuperating, wrapped in rubber in their suite until the late afternoon when I slipped my blue burqa on over the blue dress I had worn for our little party and Sir and I made our way home. I still had some reminders of Annemarie's proclivities after we got home and was quite sore for a few days.
Since then we have been homebodies, seldom going out in January or even February except to dinner a few times a week. Sir was ill in early `February for a while and did not feel like doing anything but laying wrapped in his rubber cassock and sipping hot tea which I made copiously. He got better and has been working hard the past month. He has also been traveling which leaves me alone, free to follow his dictates by we and by phone. I seem to still spend most of my time in silencing hoods over rubber dresses.
But then last week I caught his cold or whatever and so, for a few days last week I was the one wrapped in rubber robe, sipping tea and doing nothing for days.
I occasionally log into Second Life and the fine folks at Darkadia in the Clan of the Latex Web have offered to let me live in their sim. It is all being remodeled and is based on the art and philosophy of Michael Manning's work which I love.
I hope that brings everyone up to date. We have had an interesting first part of 2012. We hope to travel out to LA to see our son on his home turf sometime soon.
Regards,
Lady
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
An evening out (or two)
Not a lot going on these days. Summer has finally passed as I mentioned in my last post. The cooler weather means we have been venturing out more. Always a fun thing.
Recently, Sir took me to a performance at our local symphony house. It was Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition. Very enjoyable evening. He got us box seats close to the stage so we could look out over the balcony and see the performers. For the evening I wore my blue metallic gown, gloves, hood and burqa. Sir insisted that I wear the 6 inch platform boots under the evening gown. They make walking a challenge, but do give me much desired height and keep my hem from dragging too much.
The hood was a silencing hood so I could not speak or make any noise. I was also bound around my upper arms to the sides of my dress so I could not raise my hands and they barely exited the slits in my blue burqa. This was just for the fun of being bound up in rubber while out and about.
While I enjoy the sensation of restricted arm movement and having my stride limited by the over the top high heeled boots, it is the fact that I am silenced and in public that excites me the most. People nodded at me and Sir sent me over to buy him a coffee during intermission. The fact I could barely grasp it (thank goodness the serving counter was low) and that I could only silently nod at the young lady who served it generated a ridiculous amount of adrenaline, I must say. Walking back with his coffee held in both my tiny, gloved hands, barely able to clear the sides of my waist, was quite a challenge and did generate a few looks. But I made it, sat it down in front of him and then sank into my own chair. What I really wanted to do was collapse into a kneeling position ext to his chair and issue a "whew!" of relief. However, both actions were denied me.
Sir wore all black; blazer, trousers, shirt, and gloves.
I was not the only veiled person at the performance. There were two other women I saw in veils although not burqas like mine. They were with men and wound up seated in boxes across the auditorium from us. It was fun to watch them also lean out to see the performers as I was doing. Their niqabs occasionally fluttered over the rail.
The performance was excellent. Pictures is always a treat, being such a visual and aural piece. I sat through it happily. At intermission Sir struck up a conversation with the couple in the next box. They eyed me most curiously, but the subject of my attire, demeanor, or existence never came up.
We stopped at our favorite steakhouse afterwards and Sir enjoyed a good meal while I sat and watched. Of course, the silencing hood prevented me from joining him, but he had the waiter prepare a nice meal for me in a take home bag and I was allowed to eat later after we arrived at home. Sir had offered to remove my silencing hood under the burqa so I could join him at dinner, but I signaled that I would prefer to remain sealed if he did not mind. Sitting watching him eat while i have nothing to do, nothing to eat or drink, and no movement is such a strong symbolic gesture of submission, particularly in public, that I find I crave it and seek it out when possible.
A few weeks later we were invited to a party and went out this past weekend to attend. It was several hundred miles away and we were guests of our hosts at a sort of sprawling ranch house in central Texas. They are a lovely couple with quite a lot of empty rooms since their kids have mostly moved out and away. Consequently, they invited 3 couples to join them for a weekend party and we all got to have a suite each. A bedroom, private bath, and a separate room for the submissive to be kept in if desired...effectively, each bedroom came with its own little dungeon. Mine had a vacuum bed on a massage table, a spanking bench, and a violet wand in addition to a small collection of whips.
The weekend was spent with everyone in rubber, all 8 of us done up in hoods, catsuits, gloves, and serious bondage gear for the subs. We had a load of fun and our hosts put on a great spread including a big Sunday lunch of barbecue before we left for home.
So it has been an exciting few weeks.
Regards
Lady
Recently, Sir took me to a performance at our local symphony house. It was Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition. Very enjoyable evening. He got us box seats close to the stage so we could look out over the balcony and see the performers. For the evening I wore my blue metallic gown, gloves, hood and burqa. Sir insisted that I wear the 6 inch platform boots under the evening gown. They make walking a challenge, but do give me much desired height and keep my hem from dragging too much.
The hood was a silencing hood so I could not speak or make any noise. I was also bound around my upper arms to the sides of my dress so I could not raise my hands and they barely exited the slits in my blue burqa. This was just for the fun of being bound up in rubber while out and about.
While I enjoy the sensation of restricted arm movement and having my stride limited by the over the top high heeled boots, it is the fact that I am silenced and in public that excites me the most. People nodded at me and Sir sent me over to buy him a coffee during intermission. The fact I could barely grasp it (thank goodness the serving counter was low) and that I could only silently nod at the young lady who served it generated a ridiculous amount of adrenaline, I must say. Walking back with his coffee held in both my tiny, gloved hands, barely able to clear the sides of my waist, was quite a challenge and did generate a few looks. But I made it, sat it down in front of him and then sank into my own chair. What I really wanted to do was collapse into a kneeling position ext to his chair and issue a "whew!" of relief. However, both actions were denied me.
Sir wore all black; blazer, trousers, shirt, and gloves.
I was not the only veiled person at the performance. There were two other women I saw in veils although not burqas like mine. They were with men and wound up seated in boxes across the auditorium from us. It was fun to watch them also lean out to see the performers as I was doing. Their niqabs occasionally fluttered over the rail.
The performance was excellent. Pictures is always a treat, being such a visual and aural piece. I sat through it happily. At intermission Sir struck up a conversation with the couple in the next box. They eyed me most curiously, but the subject of my attire, demeanor, or existence never came up.
We stopped at our favorite steakhouse afterwards and Sir enjoyed a good meal while I sat and watched. Of course, the silencing hood prevented me from joining him, but he had the waiter prepare a nice meal for me in a take home bag and I was allowed to eat later after we arrived at home. Sir had offered to remove my silencing hood under the burqa so I could join him at dinner, but I signaled that I would prefer to remain sealed if he did not mind. Sitting watching him eat while i have nothing to do, nothing to eat or drink, and no movement is such a strong symbolic gesture of submission, particularly in public, that I find I crave it and seek it out when possible.
A few weeks later we were invited to a party and went out this past weekend to attend. It was several hundred miles away and we were guests of our hosts at a sort of sprawling ranch house in central Texas. They are a lovely couple with quite a lot of empty rooms since their kids have mostly moved out and away. Consequently, they invited 3 couples to join them for a weekend party and we all got to have a suite each. A bedroom, private bath, and a separate room for the submissive to be kept in if desired...effectively, each bedroom came with its own little dungeon. Mine had a vacuum bed on a massage table, a spanking bench, and a violet wand in addition to a small collection of whips.
The weekend was spent with everyone in rubber, all 8 of us done up in hoods, catsuits, gloves, and serious bondage gear for the subs. We had a load of fun and our hosts put on a great spread including a big Sunday lunch of barbecue before we left for home.
So it has been an exciting few weeks.
Regards
Lady
Thursday, September 08, 2011
The Heat has Broken but My Bonds are Tight
Our string of 60+ days of over 100F (38C) degree heat has finally broken. This past Monday (Labor day, the official end of summer) we awoke to a cool 60F morning and it only climbed to 95F over the course of the day.
This still sounds amazingly hot, and is, if you are in the sun, but Monday was so cool, I was out puttering around in our garden while Sir did some maintenance on the house in preparation for the coming wet season.
Puttering around in our garden means going out in the early morning before the sun rises over the house and weeding and moving some flowers around. It also, of course, means doing it in latex.
Monday morning I asked Sir if I could work in the garden and he said yes, but to wear my burqa while I did so. And, because it was so cool when he woke me and let me out of my vac bed, I put on my usual cooler weather attire.
So, after my morning bath, I dressed in a thin skinsuit of transparent red tinted latex, a red rubber ankle length, loose skirted dress with a Victorian bodice (all high collar and leg o'mutton sleeves), matching boots, gloves, and a hood covering the skinsuit's transparent one.
This was the first day I have been able (and required) to wear two layers of latex all day long in quite some time. For most of the summer Sir has relented on the skinsuit allowing me to just wear a dress or skirt and blouse and only one hood. Sometimes, I have not even had to wear a hood for the whole day unless we were going out and then only the burqa's hood.
So, I wandered downstairs after dressing, doubly covered and gloved and hooded, and asked Sir if I could do my gardening before the sun got too high. His response was, "yes, but wear your red burqa. And I will put you in hobbling chains, i think!"
I was a little disconcerted since our back yard is fully enclosed and not exposed to neighbors or anyone else. No one could see, even if I was chained, so why the burqa? But needs must when the devil rides, so I went to our play room and waited.
A few moments later Sir joined me, collected a set of hobbling chains from the wall and proceeded to severely limit my range of motion.
The steel chains he chose are not very heavy, are very silver, and have rubber manacles attached to them. They start with a pair of ankle manacles, chained together with a length of about 18 wide. This limits my stride, but since I was to be kneeling much of the time, it would not matter much. A vertical chain rises from the center of the hobble to a rubber waist belt which went around my dress. Attached to it are 'D' rings at the sides and front and back.
The side rings have short chains coming off them with arm cuffs attached. These fasten above my elbows and restrict my arm range of motion considerably.
The D rings in back and front have chains coming off them leading to a heavy rubber neck collar. Once fastened, at the specific length, I would be able to stand, but would be unable to stretch.
Then, Sir fastened my head into a bright red hood (my third) with a feeding gag and limited vision from pepperpot eyes, and fastened the collar around my throat before draping the bright red burqa over my head (he is SO enamored of monochromatic dressing). The outer hood has a built-in gag which has a tube passing through it for providing me with water. Both inner hoods have wide mouth openings. The tube from the gag can either be run under the burqa or actually passed through one of the perforations in the burqa's grill for attachment to a water bottle that I could suck from as I wished.
He had me feed my hands through the arm slits and then then manacled my wrists with an 18 inch length between them on the outside of the burqa. Another chain dropped from the one hobbling my wrists to the one hobbling my ankles, so I actually had two chains rising from my feet to my midsection, one beneath and one outside the burqa.
If this all seems a bit excessive, it is, but Sir enjoys having me bound like this. The chains are connected to each other with small padlocks, so he can configure them any way he wishes, including shortening my stride and reach.
By just removing the wrist to ankle hobble he then has me ready to go out in public, bound and hobbled under the burqa.
Next I went to the garage to retrieve my tools, a bucket, and a rubber padded kneeling board. I was able to move with some difficulty, but I have done this countless times before, so I was used to it. Thankfully, I have learned to place all my gardening tools at a fairly low height in our garage since I could not reach higher than my elbows at best.
Out into the back yard and around to the garden. I decided where to work first and placed the kneeler in front of a patch of flowers with some weeds growing out of it. Then I prepared to kneel and get to work.
This raises a question. How should a veiled lady kneel to work in a garden? Does one kneel on the burqa? Does one lift it and kneel on the dress beneath it? Or does one lift all the skirts and kneel on her skinsuit?
I recall Sister Justine at school kneeling on her apron which she wore over her habit. But my mother would typically raise her dress up and kneel on the garden kneeler with her bare knees.
I opted for the most conservative, kneeling on my burqa. This still required some fiddling, fluffing, and flouncing of both my skirt and the veil, all of which was limited in scope by my chains. But, ultimately, I managed to drop to my knees in an appropriate attitude of prayer to the vegetable gods.
As I worked, bent over my weeding and pruning, Sir took some inappropriate photos, mostly of my rear. But, he did capture a few of my red rubbered hands with their black rubber manacles, emerging from the red swirl of latex burqa to wield a small garden fork and the obligatory pair of secateurs. There is something slightly sinister about those pictures with red rubbered hands holding shiny steel bladed secateurs. Slowly, my bucket began to fill with unwanted grass, weeds, and stems.
My kneeler has upright handles on it and short spiky legs which bite into the soil on either side. This is important because I could twist and use one hand to rise when I needed to move to a different location. I could only reach the side with one hand at a time because of the manacles and chain, but I was fairly capable of independent movement.
Sir, dressed in a black rubber shorty catsuit (a one piece affair with short sleeves and bermuda length short legs), proceeded to work on his grill, paint the railing around our balcony and stairs, caulk some windows, and repair some cracks in the outer stucco of our house. It has been a very hot summer and the exterior of our home has suffered, but it is looking much better after his efforts.
He WAS kind enough to take my bucket away from me and empty it multiple times as I filled it. He kept an eye on me to be sure I did not overheat as well and made sure that I was drinking from the water bottle, through my gag.
We worked for about four hours before the sun crossed over the crown of our house and began to beat down on the back yard. It had been very breezy and was quite a pleasant temperature in the low 70's, but one certainly did not want to be working with any strenuousness once the sun was up and the air began to truly heat up in the afternoon.
About 1 pm, just as the sun was getting to be too much, Sir came over, raised me up and unhooked all my chains. He reached under the burqa and removed the collar and the burqa hood with its gag. The reduction in pressure was much appreciated. But I did not speak as we are in agreement that once un-gagged I will always wait to be told it is ok to talk.
He then proceeded to walk me over to a chaise, sat me down, and removed my red rubber boots then walked me gently down the steps into our pool. My burqa and my dress were still on and they floated out around me until I got them a bit more under control and under the surface. The water was still blood temperature. it will be several days before it loses an appreciable amount of heat.
We floated around a bit, my in bright red voluminous rubber veil and dress, he in tight black jumpsuit. Finally, he came over to me, slipped my burqa off and unzipped my dress and removed both, placing them on a patio lounger by the edge of the pool. Thank heaven he had specifically told me NOT to corset in the morning.
So here I was, after about 5 hours in multiple layers of total enclosure and encasement in soft, red latex and steel chain bondage, now virtually naked in just the red tinted transparent skinsuit, still technically covered head to foot in rubber, floating gently on my back in a cool swimming pool. At one point, Sir came over behind me and I floated on my back, eyes closed, while he stroked my bald head through the thin latex (as he still keeps my head shaved). I am not sure when the orgasms began, but they did not end for quite some time.
We stayed in the pool long enough to enjoy each other very, very well, then he took me inside and undressed me and put me in a cool shower and had me re-dress, this time in black for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Later, after sunset, we went out to a nearby Japanese restaurant for dinner.
All in all, a wonderful labor day spent in the garden!
Regards
Lady
This still sounds amazingly hot, and is, if you are in the sun, but Monday was so cool, I was out puttering around in our garden while Sir did some maintenance on the house in preparation for the coming wet season.
Puttering around in our garden means going out in the early morning before the sun rises over the house and weeding and moving some flowers around. It also, of course, means doing it in latex.
Monday morning I asked Sir if I could work in the garden and he said yes, but to wear my burqa while I did so. And, because it was so cool when he woke me and let me out of my vac bed, I put on my usual cooler weather attire.
So, after my morning bath, I dressed in a thin skinsuit of transparent red tinted latex, a red rubber ankle length, loose skirted dress with a Victorian bodice (all high collar and leg o'mutton sleeves), matching boots, gloves, and a hood covering the skinsuit's transparent one.
This was the first day I have been able (and required) to wear two layers of latex all day long in quite some time. For most of the summer Sir has relented on the skinsuit allowing me to just wear a dress or skirt and blouse and only one hood. Sometimes, I have not even had to wear a hood for the whole day unless we were going out and then only the burqa's hood.
So, I wandered downstairs after dressing, doubly covered and gloved and hooded, and asked Sir if I could do my gardening before the sun got too high. His response was, "yes, but wear your red burqa. And I will put you in hobbling chains, i think!"
I was a little disconcerted since our back yard is fully enclosed and not exposed to neighbors or anyone else. No one could see, even if I was chained, so why the burqa? But needs must when the devil rides, so I went to our play room and waited.
A few moments later Sir joined me, collected a set of hobbling chains from the wall and proceeded to severely limit my range of motion.
The steel chains he chose are not very heavy, are very silver, and have rubber manacles attached to them. They start with a pair of ankle manacles, chained together with a length of about 18 wide. This limits my stride, but since I was to be kneeling much of the time, it would not matter much. A vertical chain rises from the center of the hobble to a rubber waist belt which went around my dress. Attached to it are 'D' rings at the sides and front and back.
The side rings have short chains coming off them with arm cuffs attached. These fasten above my elbows and restrict my arm range of motion considerably.
The D rings in back and front have chains coming off them leading to a heavy rubber neck collar. Once fastened, at the specific length, I would be able to stand, but would be unable to stretch.
Then, Sir fastened my head into a bright red hood (my third) with a feeding gag and limited vision from pepperpot eyes, and fastened the collar around my throat before draping the bright red burqa over my head (he is SO enamored of monochromatic dressing). The outer hood has a built-in gag which has a tube passing through it for providing me with water. Both inner hoods have wide mouth openings. The tube from the gag can either be run under the burqa or actually passed through one of the perforations in the burqa's grill for attachment to a water bottle that I could suck from as I wished.
He had me feed my hands through the arm slits and then then manacled my wrists with an 18 inch length between them on the outside of the burqa. Another chain dropped from the one hobbling my wrists to the one hobbling my ankles, so I actually had two chains rising from my feet to my midsection, one beneath and one outside the burqa.
If this all seems a bit excessive, it is, but Sir enjoys having me bound like this. The chains are connected to each other with small padlocks, so he can configure them any way he wishes, including shortening my stride and reach.
By just removing the wrist to ankle hobble he then has me ready to go out in public, bound and hobbled under the burqa.
Next I went to the garage to retrieve my tools, a bucket, and a rubber padded kneeling board. I was able to move with some difficulty, but I have done this countless times before, so I was used to it. Thankfully, I have learned to place all my gardening tools at a fairly low height in our garage since I could not reach higher than my elbows at best.
Out into the back yard and around to the garden. I decided where to work first and placed the kneeler in front of a patch of flowers with some weeds growing out of it. Then I prepared to kneel and get to work.
This raises a question. How should a veiled lady kneel to work in a garden? Does one kneel on the burqa? Does one lift it and kneel on the dress beneath it? Or does one lift all the skirts and kneel on her skinsuit?
I recall Sister Justine at school kneeling on her apron which she wore over her habit. But my mother would typically raise her dress up and kneel on the garden kneeler with her bare knees.
I opted for the most conservative, kneeling on my burqa. This still required some fiddling, fluffing, and flouncing of both my skirt and the veil, all of which was limited in scope by my chains. But, ultimately, I managed to drop to my knees in an appropriate attitude of prayer to the vegetable gods.
As I worked, bent over my weeding and pruning, Sir took some inappropriate photos, mostly of my rear. But, he did capture a few of my red rubbered hands with their black rubber manacles, emerging from the red swirl of latex burqa to wield a small garden fork and the obligatory pair of secateurs. There is something slightly sinister about those pictures with red rubbered hands holding shiny steel bladed secateurs. Slowly, my bucket began to fill with unwanted grass, weeds, and stems.
My kneeler has upright handles on it and short spiky legs which bite into the soil on either side. This is important because I could twist and use one hand to rise when I needed to move to a different location. I could only reach the side with one hand at a time because of the manacles and chain, but I was fairly capable of independent movement.
Sir, dressed in a black rubber shorty catsuit (a one piece affair with short sleeves and bermuda length short legs), proceeded to work on his grill, paint the railing around our balcony and stairs, caulk some windows, and repair some cracks in the outer stucco of our house. It has been a very hot summer and the exterior of our home has suffered, but it is looking much better after his efforts.
He WAS kind enough to take my bucket away from me and empty it multiple times as I filled it. He kept an eye on me to be sure I did not overheat as well and made sure that I was drinking from the water bottle, through my gag.
We worked for about four hours before the sun crossed over the crown of our house and began to beat down on the back yard. It had been very breezy and was quite a pleasant temperature in the low 70's, but one certainly did not want to be working with any strenuousness once the sun was up and the air began to truly heat up in the afternoon.
About 1 pm, just as the sun was getting to be too much, Sir came over, raised me up and unhooked all my chains. He reached under the burqa and removed the collar and the burqa hood with its gag. The reduction in pressure was much appreciated. But I did not speak as we are in agreement that once un-gagged I will always wait to be told it is ok to talk.
He then proceeded to walk me over to a chaise, sat me down, and removed my red rubber boots then walked me gently down the steps into our pool. My burqa and my dress were still on and they floated out around me until I got them a bit more under control and under the surface. The water was still blood temperature. it will be several days before it loses an appreciable amount of heat.
We floated around a bit, my in bright red voluminous rubber veil and dress, he in tight black jumpsuit. Finally, he came over to me, slipped my burqa off and unzipped my dress and removed both, placing them on a patio lounger by the edge of the pool. Thank heaven he had specifically told me NOT to corset in the morning.
So here I was, after about 5 hours in multiple layers of total enclosure and encasement in soft, red latex and steel chain bondage, now virtually naked in just the red tinted transparent skinsuit, still technically covered head to foot in rubber, floating gently on my back in a cool swimming pool. At one point, Sir came over behind me and I floated on my back, eyes closed, while he stroked my bald head through the thin latex (as he still keeps my head shaved). I am not sure when the orgasms began, but they did not end for quite some time.
We stayed in the pool long enough to enjoy each other very, very well, then he took me inside and undressed me and put me in a cool shower and had me re-dress, this time in black for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Later, after sunset, we went out to a nearby Japanese restaurant for dinner.
All in all, a wonderful labor day spent in the garden!
Regards
Lady
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Rant Alert: Sir tells me I should warn everyone that my post today will be a rant and not fetish or latex related.
Today I watched a horrible wreck on television.
Not a wreck of flesh and steel, but of mind and knowledge.
Today I watched an episode of the game show Jeopardy! with three school teachers as contestants.
It was terrible to see two of them, one fresh from university, one with many years of high school teaching, implode in a heap of wrong answers and poor scores.
The third was also a high school teacher and, to his credit, walked away with $30,000 worth of right answers.
The other two finished with under $4000 and -$1600, respectively.
Now many things can influence this game as I am sure regular watchers are aware.
"Reaction time is a factor", so we have to allow that the runaway leader might have been considerably swifter on the buzzer.
Contestants, even those well rehearsed and chosen for the game by the producers do, sometimes, choke in the real event.
And occasionally, the categories are just not the forte of a particular contestant.But, with the possible exception of the reaction time issue above, I do not thing these rationale apply.
The lowest scorer kept losing money until she was in the red by answering questions wrongly.
She did not even know the river bordering Texas and Mexico (hint: not the Colorado)
The other, a kindergarten teacher, but, as I said, fresh from university, seemed mostly to miss buzzing in or to not try...it is hard to know when someone does not even get the chance to answer, just what went wrong.
But I certainly expected to see more even scores across the board from professional educators.
We typically see much more even scores across teen contestants, which I find interesting. Teens REALLY know teen culture.
Our teachers are trained, in some ways crafted, by our higher educational system; it is a mighty force as anyone who has tried to stand against it or change its course can tell you. And so, I looked upon the works of those mighty and despaired.
Now Jeopardy is, by no means, the way a teacher should be judged or ranked, rated, or recommended. Jeopardy! is a game show and cannot be used as a significant testing vehicle except, perhaps, in the IBM Watson competition. IBM chose Jeopardy! as its demonstration vehicle because Jeopardy! does require contestants to both have a wide general base of knowledge and to exercise their language parsing and comprehension skills to participate at any reasonable level. Jeopardy! is used in schools to exercise students in those skills and it does have a very strong pedagogical background.
What worries me about this presentation I watched today is that I see many other episodes with people not in the education profession who do amazingly well; whose breadth of knowledge is both wide and deep. Why, then, do our professional educators who go on this show appear not to have the same knowledge base and skill base? Let me hasten to say that I have watched other Jeopardy! Teachers episodes with similar results. The previous one I watched had a high school teacher also go negative with all his wrong answers and have to leave before Final Jeopardy! And anecdotally, educators seem to make relatively poorer contestants overall. I have not performed a serious study, however.
What, I wonder, is going on?
Teaching is hard! teaching below university level is harder than hard. I have done it, I have taught others how to do it, and I have researched how students learn so teachers can be able to do it well and better than it has been done before. No matter what, teaching is hard...and teachers in our K-12 grades are not even allowed to teach as much as they would prefer...they are laden with so many administrative and politically motivated responsibilities that 12-14 hour days with significant amounts of that spent working at home each evening are considered not just normal, but somehow a moral imperative. Don't put those hours in and you are considered a poor teacher, unmotivated, ill prepared for promotion, etc, etc.
But, what are we doing in educating our teachers that we seem to see less and less breadth and depth in THEIR education? At these levels, ANYONE coming from a university education should have a strong grasp of a broad range of topics. And people educated on how to teach should also know the basics of general knowledge about history, geography, language, literature, mythology, physics, math, chemistry, biology, astronomy, philosophy, ethics, theology, politics, history, culture, music, drama, and art.
Our universities have an obligation to produce teachers ready to answer questions and ready to facilitate the gathering and contextualization of information into knowledge. Some say this is not necessary. Some say teachers should be taught to teach (organize and plan lessons and present the information, and just stay a few chapters or pages ahead of the students) but I must disagree. As long as there are teachers and we do not hand over education strictly to the web, teachers must continue to be a bit of the "sage on the stage" while also being "the guide by the side". They need a solid base of knowledge at their fingertips to quickly and accurately answer questions that arise. This is particularly true of elementary, but also of high school teachers.
Now, I do not expect every bachelor-degreed teacher to be an in-depth expert in all of those subjects above. but I expect teachers-to-be to be so interested in knowledge itself that they can almost not help but absorb significant amounts of information about those topics. And I expect university courses to be designed to interestingly and effectively impart that knowledge to them. Interestingly designed and taught general studies courses should be required of teaching majors...(no, frankly, I believe they should be required of ALL majors.).
Another thing we need to do before university is to stop teaching wrong information. History classes that are more designed to indoctrinate young students in cultural values at the expense of historical accuracy need to go. Geography courses that are decades out of date and set students up with an inaccurate vision of the world outside their borders need to go. Science courses that demonstrate effects without forcing students to think about causes and implications need to go. Literature courses that avoid hard topics and worry about political correctness when teaching students who absorb vast amounts of attitude from pop culture need to go. Any courses which universities identify as having to be untaught to first year college students need to go.
The current way in which teachers are prepared to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which teachers are expected to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which society views teachers is unfair
The current way in which society values teachers is unfair
These things are not just unfair to the individual teachers involved, they are also unfair to the students they teach and to the society those students both inherit and create.
The teachers I watched on Jeopardy! today who performed so poorly may be excellent teachers in their own environments. I know nothing of them, their skills, their interests, their dreams, or their achievements (well, apparently the runner up only managed to eat 5 hot dogs in a hot dog eating contest where she was the only woman and the winner ate 42, which does indicate a certain willingness to embrace difficult challenges!)
So please do not take this as any indictment of these individuals; I am making no judgements about them as individuals. But, after watching educators perform poorly as a group in several of these Jeopardy! episodes, I have to wonder, why do educators, as a group, seem to do poorly and non-educators, as a group, seem do so much better? And why do some educators do so wildly better? Are they just outliers or is there something else going on? Training, opportunity, personality? What is making the difference? I do not believe the old adage of "those who can, do and those who can't, teach". We have no scientific evidence of that. Although we DO know that many true experts in any field make very poor educators in that field. Experts do not know and often cannot explain how they do what they do...but here we are talking about general knowledge, not deep, deep expertise in a single topic.
But they should have more knowledge at their mnemonic beck and call than they appear to have on this show.
Well, those are my thoughts. I do not usually use this blog to comment on social issues, but this one struck very close to my heart. Watching educators do so poorly on that show always bothers me and worries me. I wonder if I could have done more as a teacher myself to be sure my students walked away with a greater breadth of knowledge than just the topic of my course.
regards
Lady
You will now be returned to your regularly scheduled latex fetish blog.
Today I watched a horrible wreck on television.
Not a wreck of flesh and steel, but of mind and knowledge.
Today I watched an episode of the game show Jeopardy! with three school teachers as contestants.
It was terrible to see two of them, one fresh from university, one with many years of high school teaching, implode in a heap of wrong answers and poor scores.
The third was also a high school teacher and, to his credit, walked away with $30,000 worth of right answers.
The other two finished with under $4000 and -$1600, respectively.
Now many things can influence this game as I am sure regular watchers are aware.
"Reaction time is a factor", so we have to allow that the runaway leader might have been considerably swifter on the buzzer.
Contestants, even those well rehearsed and chosen for the game by the producers do, sometimes, choke in the real event.
And occasionally, the categories are just not the forte of a particular contestant.But, with the possible exception of the reaction time issue above, I do not thing these rationale apply.
The lowest scorer kept losing money until she was in the red by answering questions wrongly.
She did not even know the river bordering Texas and Mexico (hint: not the Colorado)
The other, a kindergarten teacher, but, as I said, fresh from university, seemed mostly to miss buzzing in or to not try...it is hard to know when someone does not even get the chance to answer, just what went wrong.
But I certainly expected to see more even scores across the board from professional educators.
We typically see much more even scores across teen contestants, which I find interesting. Teens REALLY know teen culture.
Our teachers are trained, in some ways crafted, by our higher educational system; it is a mighty force as anyone who has tried to stand against it or change its course can tell you. And so, I looked upon the works of those mighty and despaired.
Now Jeopardy is, by no means, the way a teacher should be judged or ranked, rated, or recommended. Jeopardy! is a game show and cannot be used as a significant testing vehicle except, perhaps, in the IBM Watson competition. IBM chose Jeopardy! as its demonstration vehicle because Jeopardy! does require contestants to both have a wide general base of knowledge and to exercise their language parsing and comprehension skills to participate at any reasonable level. Jeopardy! is used in schools to exercise students in those skills and it does have a very strong pedagogical background.
What worries me about this presentation I watched today is that I see many other episodes with people not in the education profession who do amazingly well; whose breadth of knowledge is both wide and deep. Why, then, do our professional educators who go on this show appear not to have the same knowledge base and skill base? Let me hasten to say that I have watched other Jeopardy! Teachers episodes with similar results. The previous one I watched had a high school teacher also go negative with all his wrong answers and have to leave before Final Jeopardy! And anecdotally, educators seem to make relatively poorer contestants overall. I have not performed a serious study, however.
What, I wonder, is going on?
Teaching is hard! teaching below university level is harder than hard. I have done it, I have taught others how to do it, and I have researched how students learn so teachers can be able to do it well and better than it has been done before. No matter what, teaching is hard...and teachers in our K-12 grades are not even allowed to teach as much as they would prefer...they are laden with so many administrative and politically motivated responsibilities that 12-14 hour days with significant amounts of that spent working at home each evening are considered not just normal, but somehow a moral imperative. Don't put those hours in and you are considered a poor teacher, unmotivated, ill prepared for promotion, etc, etc.
But, what are we doing in educating our teachers that we seem to see less and less breadth and depth in THEIR education? At these levels, ANYONE coming from a university education should have a strong grasp of a broad range of topics. And people educated on how to teach should also know the basics of general knowledge about history, geography, language, literature, mythology, physics, math, chemistry, biology, astronomy, philosophy, ethics, theology, politics, history, culture, music, drama, and art.
Our universities have an obligation to produce teachers ready to answer questions and ready to facilitate the gathering and contextualization of information into knowledge. Some say this is not necessary. Some say teachers should be taught to teach (organize and plan lessons and present the information, and just stay a few chapters or pages ahead of the students) but I must disagree. As long as there are teachers and we do not hand over education strictly to the web, teachers must continue to be a bit of the "sage on the stage" while also being "the guide by the side". They need a solid base of knowledge at their fingertips to quickly and accurately answer questions that arise. This is particularly true of elementary, but also of high school teachers.
Now, I do not expect every bachelor-degreed teacher to be an in-depth expert in all of those subjects above. but I expect teachers-to-be to be so interested in knowledge itself that they can almost not help but absorb significant amounts of information about those topics. And I expect university courses to be designed to interestingly and effectively impart that knowledge to them. Interestingly designed and taught general studies courses should be required of teaching majors...(no, frankly, I believe they should be required of ALL majors.).
Another thing we need to do before university is to stop teaching wrong information. History classes that are more designed to indoctrinate young students in cultural values at the expense of historical accuracy need to go. Geography courses that are decades out of date and set students up with an inaccurate vision of the world outside their borders need to go. Science courses that demonstrate effects without forcing students to think about causes and implications need to go. Literature courses that avoid hard topics and worry about political correctness when teaching students who absorb vast amounts of attitude from pop culture need to go. Any courses which universities identify as having to be untaught to first year college students need to go.
The current way in which teachers are prepared to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which teachers are expected to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which society views teachers is unfair
The current way in which society values teachers is unfair
These things are not just unfair to the individual teachers involved, they are also unfair to the students they teach and to the society those students both inherit and create.
The teachers I watched on Jeopardy! today who performed so poorly may be excellent teachers in their own environments. I know nothing of them, their skills, their interests, their dreams, or their achievements (well, apparently the runner up only managed to eat 5 hot dogs in a hot dog eating contest where she was the only woman and the winner ate 42, which does indicate a certain willingness to embrace difficult challenges!)
So please do not take this as any indictment of these individuals; I am making no judgements about them as individuals. But, after watching educators perform poorly as a group in several of these Jeopardy! episodes, I have to wonder, why do educators, as a group, seem to do poorly and non-educators, as a group, seem do so much better? And why do some educators do so wildly better? Are they just outliers or is there something else going on? Training, opportunity, personality? What is making the difference? I do not believe the old adage of "those who can, do and those who can't, teach". We have no scientific evidence of that. Although we DO know that many true experts in any field make very poor educators in that field. Experts do not know and often cannot explain how they do what they do...but here we are talking about general knowledge, not deep, deep expertise in a single topic.
But they should have more knowledge at their mnemonic beck and call than they appear to have on this show.
Well, those are my thoughts. I do not usually use this blog to comment on social issues, but this one struck very close to my heart. Watching educators do so poorly on that show always bothers me and worries me. I wonder if I could have done more as a teacher myself to be sure my students walked away with a greater breadth of knowledge than just the topic of my course.
regards
Lady
You will now be returned to your regularly scheduled latex fetish blog.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A Visit With Family
My word! I did not realize it had been such a long time since my last post. All the way back to April. It is amazing how time gets away from me these days. My apologies to all of you who have been asking me to write again. i shall try to be more prolific, but I plead some exhaustion from this incredible summer we have had. We will shortly pass 60 days of over 100 degree highs. Not officially as we had a day or two at the beginning of August when the official temperature only rose to 99. But Sir and I have watched our home thermometer climb into the 3 digit range every day since June 30th.
I have spent the last two months being allowed to wear only 1 layer of latex around the house many, many days and not even having to be hooded some of the time. I have also spent a considerable time in shower and tub, staying cool and being sure I am safe from heat rash and other irritants.
But last night it actually rained. We went out to dinner and noticed, as soon as we stepped out of the house, that the air smelled like rain. The sky was cobalt blue with nary a cloud in sight, but still there was the unmistakable fragrance of aerosolized moisture in the air! Sure enough, loud thunder awakened me in my vacuum bed this morning even before Sir was up to release me. And the patio was not just damp but positively wet when I went out for a little swim later.
Ah! The new vacuum bed. I love this one.I have not written of it before because Sir did not get it for me until our recent wedding anniversary (36th) last week. It is a stylish red and allows my head to emerge, covered in a black latex hood or transparent one from my skinsuit.
This makes it possible for me to sleep in it next to Sir. Just sealed in a whole body skin suit with my head protruding from the smooth, shimmering red sea of latex. Our bedsheets are black latex, which makes for a lovely contrast. This new vacbed does not hold vacuum without a constant pump (unlike our older his and her beds) but Sir placed the vacuum pump a good distance away and ran a long pool hose to the bed. This makes the noise distant enough that we can fall asleep.
Beyond the fact that my head protrudes and the face that for the first time I can directly see what my vacuumed packed body looks like in such a bed, there is little difference between this one and my other one. But it is very nice to be able to see while being packed, sealed, and restrained in it. The fact that I am sometimes even able to communicate with him is fun, but I confess, most of the time I enjoy being gagged and having him use my face and head for his fun as he stimulates me in my rubber prison.
In other news, we had Sir's sister, niece, and their friends over a while back. We did a nice Sunday dinner. Nothing special here...I was in my red burqa over a red floor length dress. I was, however, allowed to speak and eat. We had barbecue which, for me, meant a small plate with bite sized bits taken under my burqa and consumed while everyone else ate as well. We met the niece's new boyfriend who was a little disconcerted at first, but adjusted quickly. Sir's sister had a long time girlfriend with her who was also aware of my lifestyle and had even met me down in San Antonio so there was not any surprise there.
Before we ate, we all went out in the pool. I wore my blue burqa over a blue skinsuit and the water kept me cool enough, but frankly, it was still blood temperature and not very refreshing. Nonetheless, it was fun to be floating in the pool, burqa swishing around me, warm water sluicing over tight latex beneath it. I DO love swimming in latex...it is a most stimulating exercise.
Sir wore a very tight latex bermuda shorts catsuit with latex cargo shorts over it. That worked for him as he could drop the shorts and be in what was effectively a shorty wetsuit for swimming. His niece forgot to bring a suit so we loaned her a latex bodysuit of mine which fit very nicely...we are about the same size. She had never worn rubber before and was a bit skittish at first, but I pointed out all the celebrities that are wearing rubber now and that got her into it! She's quite the Gaga fan, among others!
Beyond that, our past few months have been fairly quiet with little of note. We have been going to movies to get out of the house and stay cool. We had one of three aircons fail for a week which meant that we slept in the playroom for a few nights as its A/C comes from a separate unit from that of our bedroom. It is also in the middle of the house with no windows and thus remains cooler.
We went to an interesting museum exhibit a few months ago (I can't believe I have not posted an entry since before then) and have been out to dinner several times, occasionally with friends or colleagues of Sir's. His business is continuing to grow and he looked into larger offices recently, but has made no decision. He joked about me going back to work in the office as his partner...at least I hope it was joking...I do not have much desire to return to the business world although there is something appealing about the idea of wafting up and down the corridors of his offices in a swirly rubber burqa. :)
I have been doing some writing recently. Just some stories to amuse myself. One about a submissive young man who agrees to become a bizarrely transexualized rubber maid for a couple in a society of latex aficionados.
And after watching the recent royal weddings and the batch of 1950-1960 period shows on television I began to think about a story revolving around a woman who is invited to enter the upper echelons of a very stiff, formal society ... attending galas, balls, debutante presentments, high teas, charity and political funding events, and such ... but this is not just high society she is invited into, it is rubber society and she must make some serious and permanent decisions about her lifestyle and her appearance, dress, and commitment to the etiquette she is expected to keep when she enters Rubber Society.
Sir encourages my little writing hobby, but I am not sure hat to do with them once they are finished. Many are little more than a chapter of a larger work and not even up to the standard of a short story...they are vignettes as of now, but I shall continue tweaking and pecking at them.
So this has been my long, lazy, hot, and rubbery summer. It is officially over in little more than a week (labor day) but I suspect the hot days of 2011's summer will hang on throughout most of September.
I have spent the last two months being allowed to wear only 1 layer of latex around the house many, many days and not even having to be hooded some of the time. I have also spent a considerable time in shower and tub, staying cool and being sure I am safe from heat rash and other irritants.
But last night it actually rained. We went out to dinner and noticed, as soon as we stepped out of the house, that the air smelled like rain. The sky was cobalt blue with nary a cloud in sight, but still there was the unmistakable fragrance of aerosolized moisture in the air! Sure enough, loud thunder awakened me in my vacuum bed this morning even before Sir was up to release me. And the patio was not just damp but positively wet when I went out for a little swim later.
Ah! The new vacuum bed. I love this one.I have not written of it before because Sir did not get it for me until our recent wedding anniversary (36th) last week. It is a stylish red and allows my head to emerge, covered in a black latex hood or transparent one from my skinsuit.
This makes it possible for me to sleep in it next to Sir. Just sealed in a whole body skin suit with my head protruding from the smooth, shimmering red sea of latex. Our bedsheets are black latex, which makes for a lovely contrast. This new vacbed does not hold vacuum without a constant pump (unlike our older his and her beds) but Sir placed the vacuum pump a good distance away and ran a long pool hose to the bed. This makes the noise distant enough that we can fall asleep.
Beyond the fact that my head protrudes and the face that for the first time I can directly see what my vacuumed packed body looks like in such a bed, there is little difference between this one and my other one. But it is very nice to be able to see while being packed, sealed, and restrained in it. The fact that I am sometimes even able to communicate with him is fun, but I confess, most of the time I enjoy being gagged and having him use my face and head for his fun as he stimulates me in my rubber prison.
In other news, we had Sir's sister, niece, and their friends over a while back. We did a nice Sunday dinner. Nothing special here...I was in my red burqa over a red floor length dress. I was, however, allowed to speak and eat. We had barbecue which, for me, meant a small plate with bite sized bits taken under my burqa and consumed while everyone else ate as well. We met the niece's new boyfriend who was a little disconcerted at first, but adjusted quickly. Sir's sister had a long time girlfriend with her who was also aware of my lifestyle and had even met me down in San Antonio so there was not any surprise there.
Before we ate, we all went out in the pool. I wore my blue burqa over a blue skinsuit and the water kept me cool enough, but frankly, it was still blood temperature and not very refreshing. Nonetheless, it was fun to be floating in the pool, burqa swishing around me, warm water sluicing over tight latex beneath it. I DO love swimming in latex...it is a most stimulating exercise.
Sir wore a very tight latex bermuda shorts catsuit with latex cargo shorts over it. That worked for him as he could drop the shorts and be in what was effectively a shorty wetsuit for swimming. His niece forgot to bring a suit so we loaned her a latex bodysuit of mine which fit very nicely...we are about the same size. She had never worn rubber before and was a bit skittish at first, but I pointed out all the celebrities that are wearing rubber now and that got her into it! She's quite the Gaga fan, among others!
Beyond that, our past few months have been fairly quiet with little of note. We have been going to movies to get out of the house and stay cool. We had one of three aircons fail for a week which meant that we slept in the playroom for a few nights as its A/C comes from a separate unit from that of our bedroom. It is also in the middle of the house with no windows and thus remains cooler.
We went to an interesting museum exhibit a few months ago (I can't believe I have not posted an entry since before then) and have been out to dinner several times, occasionally with friends or colleagues of Sir's. His business is continuing to grow and he looked into larger offices recently, but has made no decision. He joked about me going back to work in the office as his partner...at least I hope it was joking...I do not have much desire to return to the business world although there is something appealing about the idea of wafting up and down the corridors of his offices in a swirly rubber burqa. :)
I have been doing some writing recently. Just some stories to amuse myself. One about a submissive young man who agrees to become a bizarrely transexualized rubber maid for a couple in a society of latex aficionados.
And after watching the recent royal weddings and the batch of 1950-1960 period shows on television I began to think about a story revolving around a woman who is invited to enter the upper echelons of a very stiff, formal society ... attending galas, balls, debutante presentments, high teas, charity and political funding events, and such ... but this is not just high society she is invited into, it is rubber society and she must make some serious and permanent decisions about her lifestyle and her appearance, dress, and commitment to the etiquette she is expected to keep when she enters Rubber Society.
Sir encourages my little writing hobby, but I am not sure hat to do with them once they are finished. Many are little more than a chapter of a larger work and not even up to the standard of a short story...they are vignettes as of now, but I shall continue tweaking and pecking at them.
So this has been my long, lazy, hot, and rubbery summer. It is officially over in little more than a week (labor day) but I suspect the hot days of 2011's summer will hang on throughout most of September.
Friday, April 08, 2011
The Real World: Who Wears a Burqa in LA?
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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Cool Winter and a Second Life
Well, it has been a while between postings. We are having a very nice winter with rather more cold, ice, and snow than usual this month. But not the foot of snow we had in february last year.
We have done very little in the way of shopping or outings. The cold certainly makes latex dressing a bit of a challenge and I am routinely wearing three layers around the house...a total enclosure skin-suit in transparent rubber, a catsuit over that, and a dress over it all.
We did go see Tron: Legacy at the cinema...a fun flick with better story I think than the original. I was in my blue burqa with the two eyes which limits my vision a bit. We did not partake of 3D ... Not sure how that would work for me. I was able, however, to follow the story and the visuals are quite stunning. I love some of the costumes ... very dramatic and fetishy...I wonder how much the rest of the audience recognized that aspect. beneath my burqa I was in a long blue dress and a very tight, full enclosure blue tinted transparent skin-suit. AndI was, of course, silenced by the burqa's metallic blue latex hood which also has pepper-pot eyes to limit my vision further.
The new burqa which I have mentioned in other posts is more of a bronze electrum colour than platinum and Sir thinks it will be more interesting as a springtime outfit. So I hope to have some photos of it in a few weeks when the temperature starts back up.
I have been spending a lot of time in Second Life and have made some new friends. However, I mentioned Deirdre Young in my previous post and she and I met up again the other day at the Powers of Creation store. I was contemplating several new transparent latex full enclosure suits they are offering for avatars. I had just found a gorgeous latex kimono at Latex Web, inc. and was wearing it with a very nice Oiran hair. Deirdre suggested I model for her.
One thing led to another and a few minutes later (with Sir's enthusiastic permission) I was in her studio space and being posed on a wonderful stand crafted by Lelo. I have included some of the photos she let me have here.
I believe she will publish some others in her Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog soon. I think the kimono is one of the best in SL and the inclusion of Geta really completes the outfit. The hairpins are an extra item, but they were from Latex Web as well.
Not much else has been happening, as I said earlier. We have been resting up after Christmas and had absolutely no intention of getting out in the Ice this past week. Nor did we go to the SuperBowl, an event which has no attraction for Sir, whatsoever. I have been working on a gift for my sister, a new embroidery project. Doing needlework in gloves is challenging, let me state categorically!
And so I shall close this little posting. I hope everyone enjoys the images of my Second Life Avatar, latexladyll galicia.
Lady
We have done very little in the way of shopping or outings. The cold certainly makes latex dressing a bit of a challenge and I am routinely wearing three layers around the house...a total enclosure skin-suit in transparent rubber, a catsuit over that, and a dress over it all.
We did go see Tron: Legacy at the cinema...a fun flick with better story I think than the original. I was in my blue burqa with the two eyes which limits my vision a bit. We did not partake of 3D ... Not sure how that would work for me. I was able, however, to follow the story and the visuals are quite stunning. I love some of the costumes ... very dramatic and fetishy...I wonder how much the rest of the audience recognized that aspect. beneath my burqa I was in a long blue dress and a very tight, full enclosure blue tinted transparent skin-suit. AndI was, of course, silenced by the burqa's metallic blue latex hood which also has pepper-pot eyes to limit my vision further.
The new burqa which I have mentioned in other posts is more of a bronze electrum colour than platinum and Sir thinks it will be more interesting as a springtime outfit. So I hope to have some photos of it in a few weeks when the temperature starts back up.
I have been spending a lot of time in Second Life and have made some new friends. However, I mentioned Deirdre Young in my previous post and she and I met up again the other day at the Powers of Creation store. I was contemplating several new transparent latex full enclosure suits they are offering for avatars. I had just found a gorgeous latex kimono at Latex Web, inc. and was wearing it with a very nice Oiran hair. Deirdre suggested I model for her.
One thing led to another and a few minutes later (with Sir's enthusiastic permission) I was in her studio space and being posed on a wonderful stand crafted by Lelo. I have included some of the photos she let me have here.
I believe she will publish some others in her Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog soon. I think the kimono is one of the best in SL and the inclusion of Geta really completes the outfit. The hairpins are an extra item, but they were from Latex Web as well.
Not much else has been happening, as I said earlier. We have been resting up after Christmas and had absolutely no intention of getting out in the Ice this past week. Nor did we go to the SuperBowl, an event which has no attraction for Sir, whatsoever. I have been working on a gift for my sister, a new embroidery project. Doing needlework in gloves is challenging, let me state categorically!
And so I shall close this little posting. I hope everyone enjoys the images of my Second Life Avatar, latexladyll galicia.
Lady
Sunday, December 12, 2010
A New Friend in Second Life
I wanted to take a moment to mention that I have been back in Second Life a lot lately. I have been away for a few months, hardly ever signing on or going in-world. But I began to log in a bit more in the last month and Sir instructed me to update my wardrobe and my look. All of which translates into
SHOPPING SPREE!
I have been acquiring, at his behest, a significantly broader SL wardrobe and adopting a bit edgier (his term) look for my avatar, LatexLadyll Galicia. Of course the items are latex and I do still try to exercise a certain restraint in terms of fashion, looking for gowns and dresses, but I have added a ridiculous number of new items to my inventory in the past month. These include
Catsuits ... with the new V2 Tattoo layer, catsuits really are second skins, not first...and they fit nicely under more elaborate outfits.
Gowns ... There are more and more designers in SL making great latex gowns and formals
Hair ... I have upgraded my hair from the simple Betty Page style I have used for a couple years to include longer and more elaborate styles ... including some that go well with my kimonos and also with a more edgy look. Modesty Blaise was always another one of my favorite characters and I found some lovely Up-Dos that remind me of her
SHOES!!! ... it is amazing how many new pairs of shoes and boots I have purchased this month. Sir sent me specifically looking for thigh highs and for unusual stylings to go with my new-found look. Coincidentally, we have been shoe shopping in RL as well and I have acquired several new pairs in the real world as well as Second Life.
I have been much aided in these shopping endeavors by my recent re-discovery of the Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog by Deirdre Young and Lelo Recreant (http://slfetishfashion.blogspot.com/) . Although I had a whole list of usual shops that I frequent, these two fine young journalists provided me with a wonderful collection of new and different places to spend those Lindens.
A recent posting by these two led me back to House of Alisha and Alisha Ultisch. She has produced some amazing new latex restrictive and ethnic fashions including a new latex abaya with full veils (she had already made me several burqas), and an extravagant evening gown with layers of veiling which includes optional robotic handmaids.
I acquired the abaya and veils, and I am keeping my fingers crossed for the evening gown from Sir! it IS gift giving season, after all. So, even though I am seen more and more in long leggy catsuits, jackets, and other fetish gear, i can still retreat to a soft enveloping burqa from time to time. Her latest creation complements my new one in RL from Peter. I usually wear the one while I prance around in SL in the other. Those V2 features such as outfits and tattoo layer come in very handy as well ... As i am in RL, I can now be fully dressed in heavy restriction in SL while veiled most modestly in a burqa, khimar, or niqab and abaya
All of this is a digression however. I wanted to say that after I chatted with Alisha a bit, she mentioned Deirdre and Lelo to me and gave me an introduction. This led to me spending a lovely 90 minutes chatting with Deirdre (Lelo was present, but appropriately quiet as Deirdre's sub). The chat ranged all over the map but I can certainly say that this is one of the most intelligent, articulate, and fascinating persons I have met in SL. I heartily recommend the blog as both a wonderful reference and guide to fetish fashion in SL as well as an interesting insight into the thought processes of a pair of self reflective fetishists. The two ladies are fascinating to read and you can get a better sense of what real D/s relations look like both n RL and SL by just reading between the lines of their blog.
Well, SL aside, in the real world we have been quite busy the past month
Of course there is the usual seasonal decorating going on and we have our tree, lights, wreaths, and other decorations up. I have been embroidering christmas ornaments for years and we used only those on the tree this year. Nonetheless, we had too many so we donated a box of them to a local charity needing christmas decorations. We also chose our angel tree children from a tree at the mall ... Yes, I DID get a few odd looks picking out angel tree names from a tree while fully veiled in a bright red latex burqa...such fun.
I have been wearing the red one more and more lately because it is the most festive looking and I do enjoy this season. I presume most people have seen the latest photos Sir let me upload to Flickr which he took while we were out to lunch one day in November.
We've done our Christmas shopping and i have acquired some nice gifts for him. Shopping by myself in the mall is always an interesting experience...still exciting even after these last few years. However, if anything, shop clerks and people were more helpful than usual.
We have also been entertaining friends and visitors here in the past month. Our friends from Switzerland passed through for a weekend and it was great to see them. We also drove down to see his family in San Antonio for Thanksgiving. The weather was just incredible. A bit cool, but fine for walking around the shopping center and dining on thie patio the first night.
So, a usual Christmas season and a very enjoyable time lately.
Happy Holidays to everyone and I will write again soon
Lady
SHOPPING SPREE!
I have been acquiring, at his behest, a significantly broader SL wardrobe and adopting a bit edgier (his term) look for my avatar, LatexLadyll Galicia. Of course the items are latex and I do still try to exercise a certain restraint in terms of fashion, looking for gowns and dresses, but I have added a ridiculous number of new items to my inventory in the past month. These include
Catsuits ... with the new V2 Tattoo layer, catsuits really are second skins, not first...and they fit nicely under more elaborate outfits.
Gowns ... There are more and more designers in SL making great latex gowns and formals
Hair ... I have upgraded my hair from the simple Betty Page style I have used for a couple years to include longer and more elaborate styles ... including some that go well with my kimonos and also with a more edgy look. Modesty Blaise was always another one of my favorite characters and I found some lovely Up-Dos that remind me of her
SHOES!!! ... it is amazing how many new pairs of shoes and boots I have purchased this month. Sir sent me specifically looking for thigh highs and for unusual stylings to go with my new-found look. Coincidentally, we have been shoe shopping in RL as well and I have acquired several new pairs in the real world as well as Second Life.
I have been much aided in these shopping endeavors by my recent re-discovery of the Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog by Deirdre Young and Lelo Recreant (http://slfetishfashion.blogspot.com/) . Although I had a whole list of usual shops that I frequent, these two fine young journalists provided me with a wonderful collection of new and different places to spend those Lindens.
A recent posting by these two led me back to House of Alisha and Alisha Ultisch. She has produced some amazing new latex restrictive and ethnic fashions including a new latex abaya with full veils (she had already made me several burqas), and an extravagant evening gown with layers of veiling which includes optional robotic handmaids.
I acquired the abaya and veils, and I am keeping my fingers crossed for the evening gown from Sir! it IS gift giving season, after all. So, even though I am seen more and more in long leggy catsuits, jackets, and other fetish gear, i can still retreat to a soft enveloping burqa from time to time. Her latest creation complements my new one in RL from Peter. I usually wear the one while I prance around in SL in the other. Those V2 features such as outfits and tattoo layer come in very handy as well ... As i am in RL, I can now be fully dressed in heavy restriction in SL while veiled most modestly in a burqa, khimar, or niqab and abaya
All of this is a digression however. I wanted to say that after I chatted with Alisha a bit, she mentioned Deirdre and Lelo to me and gave me an introduction. This led to me spending a lovely 90 minutes chatting with Deirdre (Lelo was present, but appropriately quiet as Deirdre's sub). The chat ranged all over the map but I can certainly say that this is one of the most intelligent, articulate, and fascinating persons I have met in SL. I heartily recommend the blog as both a wonderful reference and guide to fetish fashion in SL as well as an interesting insight into the thought processes of a pair of self reflective fetishists. The two ladies are fascinating to read and you can get a better sense of what real D/s relations look like both n RL and SL by just reading between the lines of their blog.
Well, SL aside, in the real world we have been quite busy the past month
Of course there is the usual seasonal decorating going on and we have our tree, lights, wreaths, and other decorations up. I have been embroidering christmas ornaments for years and we used only those on the tree this year. Nonetheless, we had too many so we donated a box of them to a local charity needing christmas decorations. We also chose our angel tree children from a tree at the mall ... Yes, I DID get a few odd looks picking out angel tree names from a tree while fully veiled in a bright red latex burqa...such fun.
I have been wearing the red one more and more lately because it is the most festive looking and I do enjoy this season. I presume most people have seen the latest photos Sir let me upload to Flickr which he took while we were out to lunch one day in November.
We've done our Christmas shopping and i have acquired some nice gifts for him. Shopping by myself in the mall is always an interesting experience...still exciting even after these last few years. However, if anything, shop clerks and people were more helpful than usual.
We have also been entertaining friends and visitors here in the past month. Our friends from Switzerland passed through for a weekend and it was great to see them. We also drove down to see his family in San Antonio for Thanksgiving. The weather was just incredible. A bit cool, but fine for walking around the shopping center and dining on thie patio the first night.
So, a usual Christmas season and a very enjoyable time lately.
Happy Holidays to everyone and I will write again soon
Lady
Monday, November 08, 2010
Out and About in Cool November Weather - with pics
Well, by now, many people will have seen the new batch of pictures Sir took and let me put up on my flickr account. We were out for lunch at Cheesesteak Factory in the local town square the other day. We had a very nice afternoon, not doing much, but enjoying the day.
We do this quite often, but on this day, Sir took some photos and, with only a little begging, I was allowed to post them up on my Flickr account http://flickr.com/latexladyll.
We had lunch first...I was allowed to speak and to eat...bringing my small bites under the burqa. I wore my bright red one which looks very nice in the sun. He took some pics around the house and garden first, then took me over to Cheesecake Factory for some broccoli and fries. I was wearing a full face hood as usual under the burqa, but this one had a mouth opening so I could speak and eat normally.
After, we went window shopping...this is an unenclosed shopping center, a town square for the suburb really. I posed with a woman in surgical scrubs who saw us and popped out of a White House/Black Market clothing store. She wanted to know what we were up to and then I asked her if she would like Sir to take a picture with us both and she said yes.
Nice jackets in WH/BM, if you are into wool and do not require a hood. :-)
After that we wandered over to the Apple store and I got to play with an iPad a bit and look at the Mac Air...very nice and light. And I can report that the iPad works even with my gloves on!
Then off to the bookstore (a big box B&N ... love these places) and some browsing, some pictures (Sir took a couple of me from the escalator as he was going up) and then some as we got a drink at the coffee bar.
All in all a nice quiet afternoon as usual...not unlike how we spend our time quite often, but I was so happy he let me publish the pics. He usually does not even think to take any photos.
Everyone was very polite, some staring, but no comments. Cheesesteak Factory staff were wonderful and very helpful and most friendly. The Apple people were helpful and nice and the B&N folks are always completely accepting of the woman in the burqa!
Hope everyone enjoys the pics...everyone should be able to see them, even in places like German!
Lady
We do this quite often, but on this day, Sir took some photos and, with only a little begging, I was allowed to post them up on my Flickr account http://flickr.com/latexladyll.
We had lunch first...I was allowed to speak and to eat...bringing my small bites under the burqa. I wore my bright red one which looks very nice in the sun. He took some pics around the house and garden first, then took me over to Cheesecake Factory for some broccoli and fries. I was wearing a full face hood as usual under the burqa, but this one had a mouth opening so I could speak and eat normally.
After, we went window shopping...this is an unenclosed shopping center, a town square for the suburb really. I posed with a woman in surgical scrubs who saw us and popped out of a White House/Black Market clothing store. She wanted to know what we were up to and then I asked her if she would like Sir to take a picture with us both and she said yes.
Nice jackets in WH/BM, if you are into wool and do not require a hood. :-)
After that we wandered over to the Apple store and I got to play with an iPad a bit and look at the Mac Air...very nice and light. And I can report that the iPad works even with my gloves on!
Then off to the bookstore (a big box B&N ... love these places) and some browsing, some pictures (Sir took a couple of me from the escalator as he was going up) and then some as we got a drink at the coffee bar.
All in all a nice quiet afternoon as usual...not unlike how we spend our time quite often, but I was so happy he let me publish the pics. He usually does not even think to take any photos.
Everyone was very polite, some staring, but no comments. Cheesesteak Factory staff were wonderful and very helpful and most friendly. The Apple people were helpful and nice and the B&N folks are always completely accepting of the woman in the burqa!
Hope everyone enjoys the pics...everyone should be able to see them, even in places like German!
Lady
Friday, September 10, 2010
A Break in the Heat
At long last, we've had a nice break in the heat. The temperature has dropped over the past few days and we had two days of torrential rains as a side effect of Tropical Storm Hermine. Unfortunately, that rain (about 30 cm in a day) cause flash floods and the weather spawned some very destructive tornadoes.
Sir and I spent much of the time indoors, however, and were quite safe. Our home is well above the flood plain and in a part of town not typically prone to tornadoes although any part of the DFW area is subject to them to some degree.
Nothing much to report. We took the opportunity of lower temps and rain to go out and have some fun. Dinner and movies in the cooler evenings. It was quite nice to go to a steak house and be able to eat a small plate of teak bites and potato under my red burqa. Sir allowed me to be un-gagged for the meal although I happily wore a very tight red silencing hood to and from the restaurant.
He has ordered me a new burqa in response to the comments from folks reading my last post. It will be in metallic platinum. Peter Leth, our master of rubber burqas, has come up with a new addition to the design which Sir likes a great deal.
I am looking forward to wearing it, as this new burqa will have three layers of occlusion and veiling. The new third part is supposed to be quite sever according to Sir.
For Labor Day we had some friends over, Sir cooked, and I was allowed to float around the pool in my white skinsuit and burqa. We even played a bit of pool volleyball and it was most fun. I must say, however, that a burqa is not the best attire for spiking the ball while standing in a pool. :-)
Floating in the burqas is amazing...all the rubber wetly flowing and settling and weighing me down, Our friends gently holding me up and caressing me, and being silenced and tightly wrapped and restrained...fantastic!
And, do not worry...we are always most careful with latex in the pool...I am never in any danger. If I don't say that I will have 20 comments about being careful ... please believe me when I say we know what we're doing and I don't recommend rubber enclosure in a pool without watchful, aware friends around.
Our friends were also in full enclosure for at least part of the day, although they shed their TE suits down to just briefs and bikinis for Sir's steak dinner. I, of course, was not allowed to shed anything, but was given a nice liquid milk-shake for my dinner. Sir was very nicely covered in an elaborate enclosure suit which he then took off to cook in. Under it he wore a rubber t shirt and rubber biking shorts of a most enjoyable nature.
Not much else to report. Sir is talking about us going to see Blue Man Group while they are here. That will be great fun, particularly swathed in multiple layers of metallic blue latex! I shall report back once we have seen the show.
It is once again clear and hot today, but with September here, the cooler temperatures of autumn are not far away.
Regards
Lady
Sir and I spent much of the time indoors, however, and were quite safe. Our home is well above the flood plain and in a part of town not typically prone to tornadoes although any part of the DFW area is subject to them to some degree.
Nothing much to report. We took the opportunity of lower temps and rain to go out and have some fun. Dinner and movies in the cooler evenings. It was quite nice to go to a steak house and be able to eat a small plate of teak bites and potato under my red burqa. Sir allowed me to be un-gagged for the meal although I happily wore a very tight red silencing hood to and from the restaurant.
He has ordered me a new burqa in response to the comments from folks reading my last post. It will be in metallic platinum. Peter Leth, our master of rubber burqas, has come up with a new addition to the design which Sir likes a great deal.
I am looking forward to wearing it, as this new burqa will have three layers of occlusion and veiling. The new third part is supposed to be quite sever according to Sir.
For Labor Day we had some friends over, Sir cooked, and I was allowed to float around the pool in my white skinsuit and burqa. We even played a bit of pool volleyball and it was most fun. I must say, however, that a burqa is not the best attire for spiking the ball while standing in a pool. :-)
Floating in the burqas is amazing...all the rubber wetly flowing and settling and weighing me down, Our friends gently holding me up and caressing me, and being silenced and tightly wrapped and restrained...fantastic!
And, do not worry...we are always most careful with latex in the pool...I am never in any danger. If I don't say that I will have 20 comments about being careful ... please believe me when I say we know what we're doing and I don't recommend rubber enclosure in a pool without watchful, aware friends around.
Our friends were also in full enclosure for at least part of the day, although they shed their TE suits down to just briefs and bikinis for Sir's steak dinner. I, of course, was not allowed to shed anything, but was given a nice liquid milk-shake for my dinner. Sir was very nicely covered in an elaborate enclosure suit which he then took off to cook in. Under it he wore a rubber t shirt and rubber biking shorts of a most enjoyable nature.
Not much else to report. Sir is talking about us going to see Blue Man Group while they are here. That will be great fun, particularly swathed in multiple layers of metallic blue latex! I shall report back once we have seen the show.
It is once again clear and hot today, but with September here, the cooler temperatures of autumn are not far away.
Regards
Lady
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Still Here - Been Very Lazy in the Heat
Hello, everyone.
Yes, I am still here and still intent upon updating this blog. But it has been several months since my last post because I have had little or nothing I wished to write about.
I still have very little to report, but I am less busy now and staying inside almost constantly because of the extreme heat here in Texas. It has been as high as 107 F occasionally and the humidity is very high as well.
Sir has been traveling a lot lately as he gets business for his company but I have not accompanied him recently.
The heat is so high that I am reduced to a single layer of latex most of the time. Often this is just a loose skirted, ankle length dress with hood and gloves. Sometimes it is just a skinsuit.
I have been out swimming in our pool several times...typically in a white or transparent grey skin suit. But even then, it is best if I wait until the sun falls below the trees or even until after sunset.
We did go see Sorcerer's Apprentice a few evenings ago. Silly, but fun and I always enjoy Nicholas Cage. The particular theater at the cinema we went to was small as the movie is soon to be out of the theater. We sat in the top row and had only a handful of other people in to see the show. I wore my white burqa with its silencing hood ankle length dress over a white dress and gloves and boots. Very light latex for me since I had only the burqa hood on my head under the burqa and only the dress covering my skin. theater, thank goodness, are still well over air-conditioned so it was quite comfortable.
Sir seems quite comfortable with the heat, still wearing his latex slacks and shirts although he only wears one layer. He keeps his offices very cool as well so he can tolerate the heat as well. If he has to wear street clothes, he still tries to wear a thin catsuit underneath but he often just wears latex slacks and shirt into the office.
I understand from him that we may both be traveling back to Ireland for a few days soon, then on to the UK and Germany. The cooler temperatures will be most welcome.
I suppose I can no longer travel to France as well as Belgium and dress as I wish to. This is most unfortunate and unfair. Fortunately, even here in Texas, there have been no such calls for bans on dress to any significant degree.
We can only hope that the French Constitutional Council declares it to be unconstitutional, thereby restoring some rationality to the discussion.
So, not much adventure or travel in the past few months. Just working round the house (my garden is doing well, but our lawn is suffering in the heat) and resting and keeping myself busy in the house with a bit of shopping and going out.
Sir has begun to talk about another burqa for me and I expect a new dress may be in the offing for our soon to occur 35th wedding anniversary. He suggested I ask my readers about my next burqa?
- Metallic gold or silver or some other hue?
- Goggle eyes like my blue one or a traditional mesh like my others? or should it be fully occluding, rendering me sightless and well as speechless?
- Silencing hood inside it or a more restrictive garment such as a hooded strait jacket or a hooded shoulder cape that binds my upper arms to my sides?
- Hood with a built-in rubber gag, a sheath or condom gag, or the usual extra tight mouth covering with no gag?
- Arm slits like the rest of my burqas or built in sleeves ending in matching gloves?
- Should the burqa be somehow locking so that I cannot remove it? Perhaps collared around my neck or chained on?
- Should the head cap be more cylindrical and should there be more detailing on it or around the viewing area? Perhaps appliques in a contrasting color? Or in the same color for monochromicity?
- Should I have a matching dress under it
- Should that dress be loose skirted or severely hobbling?
- Should the dress be attached to the burqa so the whole thing is a single unremoveable unit?
Several of the ideas above are Sir's, of course. Your opinions are welcomed as are any additional ideas.
Lady
Yes, I am still here and still intent upon updating this blog. But it has been several months since my last post because I have had little or nothing I wished to write about.
I still have very little to report, but I am less busy now and staying inside almost constantly because of the extreme heat here in Texas. It has been as high as 107 F occasionally and the humidity is very high as well.
Sir has been traveling a lot lately as he gets business for his company but I have not accompanied him recently.
The heat is so high that I am reduced to a single layer of latex most of the time. Often this is just a loose skirted, ankle length dress with hood and gloves. Sometimes it is just a skinsuit.
I have been out swimming in our pool several times...typically in a white or transparent grey skin suit. But even then, it is best if I wait until the sun falls below the trees or even until after sunset.
We did go see Sorcerer's Apprentice a few evenings ago. Silly, but fun and I always enjoy Nicholas Cage. The particular theater at the cinema we went to was small as the movie is soon to be out of the theater. We sat in the top row and had only a handful of other people in to see the show. I wore my white burqa with its silencing hood ankle length dress over a white dress and gloves and boots. Very light latex for me since I had only the burqa hood on my head under the burqa and only the dress covering my skin. theater, thank goodness, are still well over air-conditioned so it was quite comfortable.
Sir seems quite comfortable with the heat, still wearing his latex slacks and shirts although he only wears one layer. He keeps his offices very cool as well so he can tolerate the heat as well. If he has to wear street clothes, he still tries to wear a thin catsuit underneath but he often just wears latex slacks and shirt into the office.
I understand from him that we may both be traveling back to Ireland for a few days soon, then on to the UK and Germany. The cooler temperatures will be most welcome.
I suppose I can no longer travel to France as well as Belgium and dress as I wish to. This is most unfortunate and unfair. Fortunately, even here in Texas, there have been no such calls for bans on dress to any significant degree.
We can only hope that the French Constitutional Council declares it to be unconstitutional, thereby restoring some rationality to the discussion.
So, not much adventure or travel in the past few months. Just working round the house (my garden is doing well, but our lawn is suffering in the heat) and resting and keeping myself busy in the house with a bit of shopping and going out.
Sir has begun to talk about another burqa for me and I expect a new dress may be in the offing for our soon to occur 35th wedding anniversary. He suggested I ask my readers about my next burqa?
- Metallic gold or silver or some other hue?
- Goggle eyes like my blue one or a traditional mesh like my others? or should it be fully occluding, rendering me sightless and well as speechless?
- Silencing hood inside it or a more restrictive garment such as a hooded strait jacket or a hooded shoulder cape that binds my upper arms to my sides?
- Hood with a built-in rubber gag, a sheath or condom gag, or the usual extra tight mouth covering with no gag?
- Arm slits like the rest of my burqas or built in sleeves ending in matching gloves?
- Should the burqa be somehow locking so that I cannot remove it? Perhaps collared around my neck or chained on?
- Should the head cap be more cylindrical and should there be more detailing on it or around the viewing area? Perhaps appliques in a contrasting color? Or in the same color for monochromicity?
- Should I have a matching dress under it
- Should that dress be loose skirted or severely hobbling?
- Should the dress be attached to the burqa so the whole thing is a single unremoveable unit?
Several of the ideas above are Sir's, of course. Your opinions are welcomed as are any additional ideas.
Lady
Monday, May 03, 2010
A Walk in the Park
Sir took me out yesterday to a local park to listen to a live concert. The weather was lovely and it was in the evening so it was cool enough to enjoy the walk. But I get ahead of myself. First, I must mention that we have visitors at the moment. My niece Sarah and her three year old son Josh are visiting us for a few days.
We've been having loads of fun around the house, playing in the yard, and shopping. It does mean spending all my time encased in latex burqas which is a bit of a chore, but well worth it given the company and fun we've had. Per Sir's orders I am veiled at all times when someone else is in the house, although I am allowed to speak to her.
We decided to go out shopping the other day and I explained I would have to silence myself with a gag. Sarah helped me get ready to go out. I already had a black dress, gloves and hood on when she suddenly came into my dressing room to get something. I asked her to help me pick out a gag to insert into my mouth. The hood I was wearing allows a variety of gag designs to be chosen and used to fill my mouth. I have a selection ranging from small to large to inflatables. She suggested a medium sized inflatable with recessed valve. It is one of my favorites because it fills my mouth but does not have a protruding valve.
I inflated it to a comfortable level and she topped me up, giggling a bit as she squeezed the bulb twice more. Then, I pulled on my white burqa and she zipped its silencing hood closed for me. It fits very tightly when it goes over the black hood I was wearing and takes a bit of tugging to get the zip shut.
Usually, I do not bother with a gag inserted into my mouth under the burqa. The silencing hood is sufficient to stifle my voice and remind me that I must be silent in public. However, Sir has been having me actively gag more often lately and I thought I should for this outing.
My niece and indeed my whole family, is most tolerant of my lifestyle and it was fun to be out with another girl (woman, really, as she is in her late twenties) while I was fully covered and she was in fashionable, chic, casual wear. Since I was going to be in latex, Sarah wore her own tight, shiny real-latex leggings and a fitted, metallic red latex-look shell that came just below her waist. She is very fit and quite petite like me. We both favor four inch heels and were of a height while out and about.
Her leggings were footless and her shoes were a very pretty pair of metallic red Grecian strap sandals with laces crawling up her ankles over the leggings. I offered her a choice of black or red wrist length latex gloves with rubber ruffles at the wrist and she chose the red. I made a gift to her of those later as I seldom wear them anymore and she looked wonderful in them.
We certainly attracted our share of stares as we wandered one of the larger malls in Dallas with her little boy walking between us and holding our hands...hers in red rubber and mine in white latex over black.
Her little boy thinks we should all wear "shiny clothes". I nearly choked around the gag inside my silencing hood with laughter when he said that because it is the same thing my son used to say to me when he was growing up.
We enjoyed a nice day out at the mall, then yesterday the four of us went to the park for the concert. Saturday I was in a transparent skinsuit with grey tint, a long black dress, hood, corset, boots and gloves for our mall excursion. The burqa over this was my bright white one with its built-in silencing hood to limit my vision and speech. I also wore a second pair of gloves, white, so my hands would be covered securely and also match the burqa.
As I said above, Sarah had even helped me dress before hand and was fascinated to watch me pull on the burqa hood and helped zip it shut, sealing me in silence for the day out. She was not the least confounded by having to keep up both sides of the conversation and regaled me with stories of her job, co-workers, and adventures with preschool. For my part, the occasional "mmm", nod, or a flurry of my rubber gloved hands constituted my contribution, but we got on well. I could not eat or drink in the white burqa hood, but we stopped for sodas and she and Josh enjoyed themselves.
For the park last night I wore a blue tinted skinsuit, a blue metallic rubber dress with a fairly strict narrow ankle length skirt and black corset and boots. Over that I wore the blue goggle-eyed burqa and blue gloves. The burqa has the severe interior hood you've probably seen on my Flickr account. I once again wore an internal gag but not an inflatable one.
We walked to the park from our house. It is only about two blocks and was quite comfortable. There were about 200 people gathering to attend the concert and the weather was perfect, temperatures in the 60's and a lovely breeze blowing my burqa slightly.
Fortunately, we were not required to tramp across much grass, certainly not as much as the ladies in Galway at the races have to. And our grass was not wet. We wandered the crowd for a while, then found a nice place to sit on a grass covered embankment overlooking the stage. After I settled myself on the grass, the blue latex swirling around my seated form, Josh crawled up into my lap to watch the show. Sarah, once more in her latex leggings but with a black top with long sleeves and black ankle boots sat next to me and chatted with me. Sir sat on the other side of me and talked with us.
The music was nice, covers of some fun stuff from the 80's and 90's by a local band. We had several many stares and a couple of people looked like they wanted to approach but in the end only one person came up to Sarah and asked her if I could see OK. She acted as if I was deaf, not just veiled. Or maybe she thought I was mentally challenged :-)
Sarah leaned over and asked me if I could see, I nodded and the woman moved off looking embarrassed. We all chuckled, mine a bit muffled, and Josh asked what we were laughing about.
Afterward, we walked home, my burqa flapping in the wind which had picked up a bit. The trip took a bit since I was severely limited in my gait. Josh was sleepy and Sir carried him on his shoulder. By the time we reached our home he was asleep.
Sarah put him to bed and then helped me remove my silencing hood and gag, but I kept the burqa on afterward as we gathered in our living room for drinks before bed. All in all, a wonderful couple of days.
Lady
We've been having loads of fun around the house, playing in the yard, and shopping. It does mean spending all my time encased in latex burqas which is a bit of a chore, but well worth it given the company and fun we've had. Per Sir's orders I am veiled at all times when someone else is in the house, although I am allowed to speak to her.
We decided to go out shopping the other day and I explained I would have to silence myself with a gag. Sarah helped me get ready to go out. I already had a black dress, gloves and hood on when she suddenly came into my dressing room to get something. I asked her to help me pick out a gag to insert into my mouth. The hood I was wearing allows a variety of gag designs to be chosen and used to fill my mouth. I have a selection ranging from small to large to inflatables. She suggested a medium sized inflatable with recessed valve. It is one of my favorites because it fills my mouth but does not have a protruding valve.
I inflated it to a comfortable level and she topped me up, giggling a bit as she squeezed the bulb twice more. Then, I pulled on my white burqa and she zipped its silencing hood closed for me. It fits very tightly when it goes over the black hood I was wearing and takes a bit of tugging to get the zip shut.
Usually, I do not bother with a gag inserted into my mouth under the burqa. The silencing hood is sufficient to stifle my voice and remind me that I must be silent in public. However, Sir has been having me actively gag more often lately and I thought I should for this outing.
My niece and indeed my whole family, is most tolerant of my lifestyle and it was fun to be out with another girl (woman, really, as she is in her late twenties) while I was fully covered and she was in fashionable, chic, casual wear. Since I was going to be in latex, Sarah wore her own tight, shiny real-latex leggings and a fitted, metallic red latex-look shell that came just below her waist. She is very fit and quite petite like me. We both favor four inch heels and were of a height while out and about.
Her leggings were footless and her shoes were a very pretty pair of metallic red Grecian strap sandals with laces crawling up her ankles over the leggings. I offered her a choice of black or red wrist length latex gloves with rubber ruffles at the wrist and she chose the red. I made a gift to her of those later as I seldom wear them anymore and she looked wonderful in them.
We certainly attracted our share of stares as we wandered one of the larger malls in Dallas with her little boy walking between us and holding our hands...hers in red rubber and mine in white latex over black.
Her little boy thinks we should all wear "shiny clothes". I nearly choked around the gag inside my silencing hood with laughter when he said that because it is the same thing my son used to say to me when he was growing up.
We enjoyed a nice day out at the mall, then yesterday the four of us went to the park for the concert. Saturday I was in a transparent skinsuit with grey tint, a long black dress, hood, corset, boots and gloves for our mall excursion. The burqa over this was my bright white one with its built-in silencing hood to limit my vision and speech. I also wore a second pair of gloves, white, so my hands would be covered securely and also match the burqa.
As I said above, Sarah had even helped me dress before hand and was fascinated to watch me pull on the burqa hood and helped zip it shut, sealing me in silence for the day out. She was not the least confounded by having to keep up both sides of the conversation and regaled me with stories of her job, co-workers, and adventures with preschool. For my part, the occasional "mmm", nod, or a flurry of my rubber gloved hands constituted my contribution, but we got on well. I could not eat or drink in the white burqa hood, but we stopped for sodas and she and Josh enjoyed themselves.
For the park last night I wore a blue tinted skinsuit, a blue metallic rubber dress with a fairly strict narrow ankle length skirt and black corset and boots. Over that I wore the blue goggle-eyed burqa and blue gloves. The burqa has the severe interior hood you've probably seen on my Flickr account. I once again wore an internal gag but not an inflatable one.
We walked to the park from our house. It is only about two blocks and was quite comfortable. There were about 200 people gathering to attend the concert and the weather was perfect, temperatures in the 60's and a lovely breeze blowing my burqa slightly.
Fortunately, we were not required to tramp across much grass, certainly not as much as the ladies in Galway at the races have to. And our grass was not wet. We wandered the crowd for a while, then found a nice place to sit on a grass covered embankment overlooking the stage. After I settled myself on the grass, the blue latex swirling around my seated form, Josh crawled up into my lap to watch the show. Sarah, once more in her latex leggings but with a black top with long sleeves and black ankle boots sat next to me and chatted with me. Sir sat on the other side of me and talked with us.
The music was nice, covers of some fun stuff from the 80's and 90's by a local band. We had several many stares and a couple of people looked like they wanted to approach but in the end only one person came up to Sarah and asked her if I could see OK. She acted as if I was deaf, not just veiled. Or maybe she thought I was mentally challenged :-)
Sarah leaned over and asked me if I could see, I nodded and the woman moved off looking embarrassed. We all chuckled, mine a bit muffled, and Josh asked what we were laughing about.
Afterward, we walked home, my burqa flapping in the wind which had picked up a bit. The trip took a bit since I was severely limited in my gait. Josh was sleepy and Sir carried him on his shoulder. By the time we reached our home he was asleep.
Sarah put him to bed and then helped me remove my silencing hood and gag, but I kept the burqa on afterward as we gathered in our living room for drinks before bed. All in all, a wonderful couple of days.
Lady
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sunday Morning ... with Goo
Well it is about 9am on a sunny Sunday morning and we are just finishing breakfast. We have been enjoying a delicious plate of sugary, sticky cinnamon rolls and crispy bacon. Sir got up early this morning and made me breakfast in bed! I was allowed to sleep late, wrapped in rubber duvet and hooded nightgown.
Any idea how messy eating cinnamon rolls is when your face is encased in tight latex? Yes, I had an open mouthed hood on, but nonetheless, gooey, sticky icing was all over my mouth and cheeks before I was done. It was wonderful.
Sir ensured that icing went other places as well. His rubber undergarments and cassock will need a good wash as well :-) It is a good thing that our bed covers are latex...even so they will require quite a cleaning this afternoon.
Now, we are finishing up, I have cleaned myself up a bit and must shortly head for my bath. A nice soak in warm water with jacuzzi jets and bubble bath is just what I am looking forward to. Then a nice clean skinsuit and my prettiest red dress, hood and gloves for a Sunday outing. Sir wants us to go to a movie and do some book shopping this afternoon.
And I hope we get more cinnamon rolls!
Eating in latex enclosure is always a bit of a challenge (unless it is piped into one - but that's not really eating...just being force fed like a machine being fueled or lubed) but I usually manage it with small bites which I can guide to my mouth without staining my hood much...just a bit of juice or grease which cleans away neatly with a serviette. And of course, when we are out in public, under a burqa no one can see even that little bit of mess.
But there are some foods that are just messy no matter what one does ... and a few that are intrinsically fun as well! mmmmmm
Regards
Lady
Any idea how messy eating cinnamon rolls is when your face is encased in tight latex? Yes, I had an open mouthed hood on, but nonetheless, gooey, sticky icing was all over my mouth and cheeks before I was done. It was wonderful.
Sir ensured that icing went other places as well. His rubber undergarments and cassock will need a good wash as well :-) It is a good thing that our bed covers are latex...even so they will require quite a cleaning this afternoon.
Now, we are finishing up, I have cleaned myself up a bit and must shortly head for my bath. A nice soak in warm water with jacuzzi jets and bubble bath is just what I am looking forward to. Then a nice clean skinsuit and my prettiest red dress, hood and gloves for a Sunday outing. Sir wants us to go to a movie and do some book shopping this afternoon.
And I hope we get more cinnamon rolls!
Eating in latex enclosure is always a bit of a challenge (unless it is piped into one - but that's not really eating...just being force fed like a machine being fueled or lubed) but I usually manage it with small bites which I can guide to my mouth without staining my hood much...just a bit of juice or grease which cleans away neatly with a serviette. And of course, when we are out in public, under a burqa no one can see even that little bit of mess.
But there are some foods that are just messy no matter what one does ... and a few that are intrinsically fun as well! mmmmmm
Regards
Lady
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