October 21, 2023: New Suits, New Challenge. Waiting the Moment

 When will I seal in rubber again?

Testing a new suit.

I ask this question on October 21.  It has been over two years since my last long sealed-in-rubber worship session.  To define a worship session, it must last over twelve hours.

In anticipation of the next time I can seal in and lock, I have obtained three new amazing heavy rubber suits.  The first suit was from Studio Gum.  I have worn this suit in the last session in 2021.  This was an amazing suit but with a back zip shoulder entry system, it has become too hard for me to put on without assistance.  The Latex Catfish suit was also reaching an unusable condition, the suit gloves broken and the zipper also getting too hard to close without assistance.

The solution came from a small latex clothing company in the UK, Knight Rubberwear.  I purchased two suits from this source and they are perfect for my heavy rubber desire.  

The first suit I got is a front entry drysuit with watertight zipper across the chest.  This suit is easy to put on and with the zip in front, very easy to close.  I got this suit in early 2022.

Front zip watertight drysuit by Knight Rubberwear

A short entry in my FetLife Journal about this new front entry drysuit: March 3, 2022: Many of you have seen my new rubber suit. To be honest I don't think I have ever had a rubber suit that struck me the way this one has. Maybe it was the long wait as it was being made. Maybe it is my next phase of rubber lust taking hold. Actually, lust might be a bit too strong - my life with rubber has mellowed as I age. My feeling toward rubber is more like an old friend I cannot live without. I find safety and security inside my sealed rubber world. The thrill of locking the bondage straps and harness system then putting the keys into the timed lock box just add to the quiet thrill of sustained arousal and desire. But the lust still strikes during those hours of sealed in rubber bliss.

The new suit covered me today for only a few minutes. It was a test run to see how it feels, fits, and yes, hugs me inside its living embrace. Those minutes were amazing! The fit is perfect. I look forward to hours inside as I sweat and the suit slips and slides over my skin with each movement.

Just a few minutes in the suit has me wanting - desiring - hours, many hours of locked rubbery bliss. The backzip suit didn't give me this feeling. I think it was the difficulty I always have getting that suit closed up. The chore of dressing was a challenge I reluctantly accepted to get to my goal of heavy rubber total enclosure. This is especially hard as a mostly solo rubberist but this new suit...the front entry is incredibly easy to close. It still has the water and airtight integrity a drysuit provides. I look forward with extreme anticipation of what my next long-term journey into the rubbery realm brings.

   

The second suit is 0.7 mm shoulder zip suit by Knight Rubberwear.

This suit is my base suit to wear against the skin.

Shoulder entry suit test with gas mask

This shoulder zip suit is the perfect compliment to the drysuit.  I fully expect it, along with the drysuit, will take me on wondrous rubber trips into blissful ecstasy and passion.  The two test runs were exquisitely satisfying even though lasting less than an hour.

 

I modified the Studio Gum suit by cutting the torso off at the zipper.  I added shoulder straps turning the suit into a very high chest wader.  I wear this wader over the first suit providing additional protection and heavy rubber thickness from just below the shoulders to the feet.

Studio Gum suit modified into a wader (Note the left leg "stump" for the amputated leg

"Studio Gum" Wader

"Studio Gum" wader over shoulder entry suit 

Suits quietly wait to be filled

Note the hip boots made from the legs of the old Catfish suit

Additional May 2021 Sessions and Beyond

 After 31 Hours in Rubber

May 24, 2021, Drone Conversion

Yes, there is a life after 31 hours in rubber.  I did two additional, albeit short by comparison, before the wife returned home.  I can say that my lust for rubber was sated by the long session. 

As an indication of the impact on my mind, these sessions had no written record.  I did videos of them and those recordings are all that remains as evidence of the rubber time.

These sessions, being short were more carnal and much less meditative, dare I say spiritual, in their content.  The long sessions became worship at the rubber altar, not these.

Though hard to see, the Equalizer Massage tool is planted in my crotch and working its magic.

May 29, 2021, another short session, still not up to another long worship experience

A fairly difficult to escape self bondage in the wheel chair

The Equalizer is at work

Can always find a minute or two to do some rebreathing fun

As a final note, the Hydroglove suits finally reached the end of their lives.  They served me well for many years.  I began a search for a replacement suit to wear against my body, under the heavy outer suit.  Future posts will provide updates on my search.

May 13, 2021 - Locked in Rubber Challenge

 Prelude to the challenge

It all kind of started as a fantasy.  I saw a Twitter site with interactive real time inputs for a rubber slave adventure.  The slave was locked in rubber for a minimum of four hours and depending on the like/view participation, the time locked could be doubled to eight hours.

I decided, I could not do the interactive live concept.  I also have been sealed and locked in rubber for almost 24 hours so I created a test I thought worthy of my previous endurance in rubber.  I decided to poll Twitter (X) users for a baseline time to be locked.  The poll provided three choices: 6 hours, 12 hours, more than 12 hours.  More than 12 hours carried the vote with 77 percent.

With that baseline length, I proceeded making the rules for extending the time beyond 12 hours.  It was pretty simple, Likes of the Challenge post added 5 minutes to the 12 hours, shares added 10 minutes.  The post was given 12 hours for responses and the maximum length was set at 36 hours.

May 11, 2021

Posted this on the Twitter Feed two days before the challenge day.  Been following my "Like" and "Retweet" count on the advertising session notification message on Twitter, @rbrbill. The tally ends in 12 (0800, CDT Wednesday) hours and the timer setting is up to 21 Hours 15 minutes. That is above the probable four hours in two suits before I finish with third suit and bondage straps. And I am tweeting two additional photos that count toward the tally Thursday morning. Those will only be up about four hours before I add the time from them. We shall see how I handle it. Sealed in rubber for so long should be heavenly rubber bliss.

I'll be one with rubber and rubber Drone conversion could be complete.

Drop by Twitter if you do it and see how I am doing.

Challenge Day, May 13, 2021, Locked in Heavy Rubber May 13-14

This entry is a little out of sequence but it is from my original entries on FetLife during the challenge.

I had been in two layers of heavy rubber since 10:30 AM. At 12:30. I finally got the last suit, the outer rubber drysuit closed. It took until 2:00 PM to get all the bondage straps placed and locked in an inescapable web of thick rubber. The imprisonment was complete.

I felt the need to follow the rules I made at the start of the exercise of surrender to both rubber and the unseen rubberists of Twitter. I had less than 40 followers so I challenged the Twitterverse - get to 100 followers and I set my Kitchen Safe to 12 Hours. I then posted four Tweets about my upcoming challenge with the ability for these unseen faces to increase the time, each Tweet "Like" meant five more minutes, each Retweet was worth ten more minutes.

The final tally resulted in a timer set for 29 hours. - 12 hours for over 100 followers and another 17 hours in "likes" and Retweets. Logic told me to include the time from 10:30 in the total, but passion beats logic when one is sealed in a couple of layers of heavy rubber. So the clock just went under 24 hours and it is 7:10 PM.

Now a little about the suits. Two I have owned for many years. One is an old Hydroglove replica Totes rubber drysuit. It was probably one of the last from Bill (Rest in Peace) before his untimely end. The suit has seen better days but I lovingly keep it repaired. It is a favorite to be sure, With my size the Hydroglove is nearly skin tight where it counts. It is very easy to het a water tight seal between the two pieces. Hydrogloves are very comfortable and the feel as it massages the body with each move is pure rubber ecstasy.

The other old suit is a Latex Catfish heavy drysuit. It seems to be a copy of a Black Style drysuit. It is a solid suit, It fits a little loose which for the stiff and thick rubber works. Being Chinese, it was reasonable for latex. I've heard the Catfish has gone down in quality and service lately, too bad as it was a good source of certain latex styles. I enjoy sealing in this suit and with the Hydroglove under, it made for a very good and erotic rubber experience.

Now I come to the third and newest suit. I ordered this suit in February from Studio Gum. It took almost three months for the suit to be finished and shipped, After what looked like an European tour, four cities in two weeks with one city seeing the suit twice, the suit finally got to the USA. I got the distinct feeling that every FedEx employee who touched the package knew what it was. As I picked it up, the counter guy said, "Hope you have fun with it, whatever it is."

And this morning the wife went out of town and by 10:30, I was sealed in two rubber layers. The Studio Gum suit is absolutely amazing, It's a perfect fit, not too tight or loose, just right. It's latex is supple and flows over my body. It almost feels like it is melding to me. It's hugging embrace is nothing I have found in latex. I so fell in love with this suit as it came alive and carried me to the depths of rubber depravity. I could have easily stopped with this layer but I still had the Catfish drysuit, the suit that allows my prothesis to be under rubber. So I had to put the third layer on, add the bondage and locks and now I am sealed for another almost 24 hours, even after being in latex for over eight hours.

I'm loving it!

Locked in Heavy Rubber May 13-14, Part Two - 0100, May 14 and beyond

Rubber is absorbing my very being. I an beyond any comprehension outside this rubber world I am consigned to live within for another sixteen hours. Sealed in rubber seemed such a wonderful and exciting idea. Yes, it is a very exciting idea. My mind so intensely dreamed of the results.

Now it is fourteen hours into the rubber conversion with seventeen to go before I release from this torture. Yes, pleasantly exciting torture but torture all the same. My entire body is rubber. My mind is rubber. I smell rubber, I taste rubber, I see rubber, I am rubber!

Just before writing these words, my zoning - I was zoning in that amazing mask with the Flex Seal tape covering the lenses. Strangely the Flex Seal allows a very low level of dark gray through - not really light, just a small amount of rubber filtered light - appropriate for a rubber drone convert.

Then I woke from a very erotic rubber themed dream and found myself urgently demanding a release!

The dream so vivid. I am walking in town in my heavy rubber enclosure. Air is sucking through the gas mask noisily, whoosh, whoosh...whoosh, whoosh. A beautiful girl approaches me. She looks at me, smiles.

"How wonderfully protected from the virus!" She exclaims with a squeal. Then her hands are all over me.

She touches every part of the rubber.

"So smooth, so shiny!"

And I wake to find myself laying on the bed, unmoving sealed in heavy pressing rubber. Sweat and other stuff inside my suits provides a natural lubrication for the rubber massage with each movement. The delicious feel arouses me, even after so many hours. I am closely reaching a point of no desire to leave this rubbery world! Total conversion into as close to a 24/7 rubber drone as possible! I see such a life as escape from any cares beyond serving rubber and receiving the rewards rubber provides.

Reaching for the Equalizer deep massage device I press the vibrating wand to my crotch. Even through three heavy layers, the vibrations from the device reach my aroused manhood. The position of the device at the base of my tool stimulates both my nuts and cock! A building volcano of lust heats my already hot body to a boiling rage delicately balanced on the edge of a dark abyss of demanding lust. In my arousal, I explode in a passionate release of rubber induced ecstasy as I fall headlong into the waiting rubbery void!

The carnal depravation of my rubber addiction is complete. I worship at the altar of some rubber deity. I drop the wand to my side - close by if another urgent release in passion wells inside me.

Sated, for now, my entire body relaxes and I fall into sleep. It is a rubbery sleep that skips along the edge of light and dark. I feel like I am just under the surface of a still lake - the water smooth as glass and I see light just above me. I think I am drowning but no, as I breathe, I taste and smell rubber not choking water - such a strange sensation.

I woke at about 11:00 in the morning and still seven hours to rubber release. I could really do nothing but wait. I was exhausted from my ordeal but not tired. I was hungry and swilled a protein drink. My dry mouth demanded my attention and I sucked down half a sports drink - filled it with water, diluting the drink and swilled more. I peed into my suits. Hot fluid gushing out into my crotch and adding to the fluids already in the suit. Even after so many times I've peed in the suits, each time is still erotic. The uncontrolled release of bodily function while trapped in inescapable rubber bondage can be very arousing. So far my other function has remained in control, but now with seven hours to go, I feel should an "accident" happen, I will manage to live with it until release time - I really have no choice and at this point my body and mind are so numb with rubbery aches and thoughts, I really have no concern beyond a shower, cleaning the suits and self.

Watched some TV, Played some Sudoku - very challenging in rubber - and Internet surfed until release time.

With one hour to go the urge to wand struck again. This time there was no dream, just the intense desire to cum one more time. The wand worked wonders and I slumped again as my passion left me limp. Next thing I remember before the lock box opened was a light slumber in my chair...rubber bliss completely satisfied until next time which comes sooner than later, perhaps by Tuesday.

When the lock box opened, I sat a few minutes.  A sudden desire surged inside me to jump on Twitter and report the 31 hours was completed but I would consider any replies suggesting additional lock time.

Well, I resisted.  I'll save a longer locked in rubber challenge for another time.

October 8-9, 2020 - 21 Hours locked in rubber

 

This the true account of events that transpired on October 8 – 9, 2020

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday.  The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system.  Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender. 

 I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue.  When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely.  The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight.  Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug.

 I modified one strap to hang two straps from the back.  I used cable ties to secure the two straps together for the first six inches of their length.  It turned out being a simple and effective solution to my problems.

Then I began a discussion about long term heavy rubber enclosure and isolation with a friend from Germany.  This friend is quite known among the fetish community for his very extreme public rubber adventures.  His performances last days, not hours.  He never knows how long a session will be.  He is sealed in heavy rubber, chained and locked in immobility to a chair or frame network then provided liquid food and hydration umbilical tubes.  His preparations, usually avoid the need for handling bowels but he has a catheter.

His blog follows his very intense activities and as I read it, I felt my juices surging and stomach fluttering.  The idea of having friends that could and would make me a sealed and locked in rubber object for forty-eight or even seventy-two hours was incredible!  He describes all preparations and the final acts of being sealed, locked and blinded by special fitted lids over his gasmask.  Sounds muffled by special ears muffs, he could only guess at where he was being pushed or carried. 

 His friends would roll him to dining areas, bar areas and surround him with all level of fun and merriment, touching his rubberized body, teasing him then discovering that electro stimulation devices would send shocks to his nether regions.  Time and actions were completely beyond his control.

 His blog so intrigued me, I began to wonder on what it was like to be so dependent on others, the level of trust required, the incredible inner feeling associated with such extreme rubber sexual encounter and intensity.  The very thought of losing contact with the outside world and being completely focused on the touch of rubber, the smell, the sounds of heartbeat, the whoosh of breathing through restricted gas mask with no concept of time or when locks open just had me getting aroused as I read.  I’ve seen and read fantasies on the topic of 24/7 total rubber enclosure.  I’ve written fiction on the subject but this is the first time I have encountered someone who has really tried to reach that goal. 

 Now my bondage strap problem.  I got to thinking about the old beavertail wetsuits and realized I needed straps that passed from the center of the back through the crotch and lock on the center of the belt in front.  I came up with two bungee straps linked by a steel ring.  Two additional straps attached to this belt at the centered ring would be passed through the crotch to the lock on the front of the belt.  A quick test of the strap proved my concept.  This along with minor fixes to the Hydroglove suits took up Wednesday.  I chatted with some friends and let it be known that I would be back in rubber by Friday afternoon.  I lied.

Thursday arrived.  I looked at my gear.  The Hydrogloves lay at the foot of my bed.  The heavy outer suit was in the bathroom.  I ate fairly light in the morning and had my usual bodily function.  Then I went again, twice.  I began to think that I might be clean enough to put on the gear later in the day.  I saw the opportunity to be in rubber by midnight, maybe a little sooner and out of gear early Friday afternoon, a usual session of twelve to sixteen hours.  I’ve done that length of time many times and was comfortable with the idea.  The fact is, I had gone nineteen hours a week earlier.

So About 10:00 in the evening I started to dress.  I took the foot off my prosthesis and pushed the leg frame into the left boot foot of the heavy rubber dry suit.  Setting the suit aside, I started pulling on the first Hydroglove suit.  I pulled the right leg on and made certain the foot was properly seated.  Then I pulled left leg, modified to be snug against the stump below my knee, on knelt left leg on the wheel chair and pulled the suit pants over my hips and waist.  I pushed each arm into the sleeves of the shirt, made certain the attached gloves were fully on and ducked my head into the shirt.  It slid easily over my skin and I pushed my head through the neck into the attached hood.  Using the mirror, I lined the edge of the pants evenly under the shirt bottom and made the first roll of the pants over the shirt.  I then carefully rolled the two pieces again so the seam sat just under my belly and against the lower back.

I pulled up a second pair of pants which covered the seam and pressed the rubber closer together.  Then I put on a second Hydroglove shirt which further completed the suit seals and provided additional protection from leakage while giving an even more erotic closeness against the skin.  I confess the close tight feel is my primary desire, the extra leak protection is just an additional benefit.

 I tape the dangling foot of the second pants to the stump then put on a compression sock to hold everything tight as I roll one of my rubber sleeves on the stump, essentially a neoprene sleeve like a wetsuit with a locking pin for the prosthesis leg.  Now comes the heavy suit. 

Right leg first into the long leg of the suit, working it up as I push the foot deeper into the magnificent heavy rubber.  Foot seated I push the left leg stump into its leg.  The layers of rubber under the sleeve creates enough bulk to make it an effort to push the leg into the opening and down to the locking mechanism.  I see the locking nut rotate, indicating the pin is seated into the opening.  I quickly turn the nut which draws the stump tightly into the prosthesis.

It doesn’t take long to pull the heavy folds of the suit up over my hips, then over my chest.  I feel the additional press of the rubber on my body.  I slip my arms into the suit and work the suit up to my shoulders, duck my head into the back opening and pull the suit hood over my head.  I shift and shuck my shoulders to get everything settled then pull the long lanyard to close the waterproof zip across the back.  This always takes some time but I get it all closed and I am “officially” sealed into all suits.  It is 10:45.

A short rest and enjoying the wonderful heavy rubber before putting on the bondage system.  I lock the two waist straps on.  One has the center mounted straps at the back.  The second one has “D” rings on each side.  I pull the two straps from the back to the front through the crotch, one strap passes on each side of the breathing tube that is attached at the crotch of the suit.  I lock them to the front of the belt.

I take the chest straps, sling one over each side of my neck then crossing the back and under the arm on the opposite side around the front of the chest, through the center steel ring around the torso again and finally locking each one them to the “D” rings on the second waist belt.  It makes for a very tight and perfect fit.  The final touch is the neck strap.  I put all keys and the pull lanyard into the Kitchen Safe Lock Box.  It is 11:30, the official time of sealed and locked.

I settle onto my computer and announce my presence and condition to my fetish friends, “sealed and locked in heavy rubber layers. Looking for suggested times to set on the lock box”.  I attach a photo taken that moment with the computer camera.

I try Messenger.  I send out some feelers, do get a few chats but nothing about setting the lock box or times.  Sweat is rolling quite freely and I have to hydrate. I can already feel fluid filling my good leg.  I swill sports drink.  I chat some and surf a little.  I check my Fetlife page.  It is Thursday evening and just becoming Friday morning in Europe.  This time is typically kind of dead time as the main part of the day is marching across Asia and the western Pacific region.

A Conversation with a German Friend

At 1:00 Friday morning, the German friend described earlier comes on the messenger.  I send him a photo of my status and a “Heavy rubbery greetings!”

I wait briefly before moving on to other surfing.  I almost miss the notice that he has replied.

We chatted and discussed some of his future plans and adventures. I was getting pretty hot as he described plans to be completely submerged in a slurry of sludge while sealed in multiple watertight rubber layers and being connected to the outside by only umbilical tubes for liquid food, water and air. This project would last several days determined by his helpers and without his knowledge of the length of time in the slurry tank.  The tank will be trailer mounted and he will be taken anywhere the handlers go.  Each day he will be taken from the tank for a sleep cycle but forced to sleep on the ground in a large pool of sludge then returned to the tank at the end of the designated sleep cycle.  Sleep cycles will be staggered and varied in order to confuse him relating to time.  His mask keeps him sightless so he has no idea of day or night.  Because of the planned duration he will obviously produce waste that will remain in his suit.  It will be the ultimate humiliation for a rubber pig.

I really was getting hot as he described the plan so I mentioned that I was still looking for someone to suggest my lock timer setting.

"How long have you been in right now?" he asked.

"Since 11:30, about two hours."

"What your time now?"

"A little after one AM"

"Then set your lock to open at bedtime tonight," he says.

His suggestion means setting the timer for 18 hours.

"Or you can stay in your gear through tonight into tomorrow morning."

That would mean an additional eight or nine hours! I passed on that. One full night and day is enough for me!

Thus, began my long endurance adventure sealed and locked in rubber. I zoned several times, even slept once. I actually slept sealed in layers from top of the head to toe.

I surrendered to my lust for rubber. I loved the massage, each time I pissed, the sweat slowly filling the inner suits, the squeaking with each move, the whoosh of air when I wore gas masks...everything was pure rubber bliss.

I made videos of me enjoying my rebreather mask.  I demonstrated my “zoning” gas mask.  I surfed, did some chat, zoned, drank sports drink, pissed and sweated and pissed some more.  I took my morning pills.  All the while I was feeling hot, sealed and just a little bit aroused.  But the feeling was a pretty constant press and the comforting press of rubber kept my focus. 

 

At about the 16 hour point I took out the Equalizer massage device and worked it under the front straps.  I switched the device on and moved it to around until I found the right spot.  This was rubber heaven.  I thrust and moved and shifted to bring the vibrations to the exact place needed to achieve relief.  My description of this sexual climax is described in my final note to my German friend.  Soon arousal turned to that urgent need which carried me over the edge to a most satisfactory orgasm. I lay there stewing in my juices as I recovered. You know that feeling after orgasm, the desire to get out of gear which I could not do.

I made videos, posted instant photos from the computer camera, did some live feeds on FB, zoned, drank sports drink and protein drinks. What else can you do when locked in rubber for 21 hours?

 

Soon arousal struck again, I pulled on my zoning gas mask, the one with covered eye ports and used the industrial strength massage unit and came again. Still locked and now truly exhausted I could do nothing but revel in rubber as I climbed, reached and came off a second orgasmic peak. I let my mind zone and wander as I let the rubber cradle me in its wonderful embrace.  For another three hours, I watched some TV, did computer games, laid down briefly and just waited for the locks to release. Thus ended 21 hours sealed in rubber.

Final message on the session to Friend who suggested the amount of time to set on the timer.

A final note.  I made it twenty-one hours in rubber – was thinking to go another three for twenty-four hours, but when including the time getting dressed, locked into the bondage system and removing the bondage and getting out of the heavy outer suit, I had been in the first layer for almost twenty-four hours.  Besides, after such an intense and long total rubber enclosure session, I couldn’t see being up until 2:00 AM with initial washing and hanging of gear.

The session had a spiritual aspect.  I was so consumed by heavy rubber and the oneness I have discovered in other sessions grew into a single identity with the rubber surrounding my entire body.  I was so wrapped in rubber and so focused as I concentrated on the great pleasure in rubber.  Nothing else mattered then.  The outside world was distant, maybe even gone.

I never got tired, just zoned five or six times, came out of zone mode refreshed and ready to continue in my rubber rapture.  At the sixteen-hour time I was so frustrated and aroused that I used my Equalizer “industrial” massage device.  Applying it to the sweet spot, I was soon consumed with building desire.  My body thrust and surged in its rubber prison as I reached a plateau of erotic cravings.  Feeling for rubber lust buried in dark corners erupted to the surface of my depraved mind.  My rubber encased body hung on the edge for an eternity, counted in many seconds, before plunging into the carnal depths of the most explosive and gratifying orgasm in years!

Of course, that intense desire to climb out of gear hit as the afterglow faded, but I was trapped!  My rubber prison was complete, sealed and locked for another five hours.  I had to endure the hot cloying rubber.  But soon I warmed again to my erotic situation and settled in for the last five hours. 

I did some computer stuff.  I found a free program to convert AVI video to MP4 and set about converting a couple of videos shot with my camera. The video of my orgasmic experience was viewable after the conversion.  Must admit an orgasm of someone sealed and locked in heavy rubber suits has a very limited fan appeal, but I sure love seeing them.

Then at about the eighteen-hour time, I was hit with a surging desire to cum again.  Even after eighteen hours of intense and exhausting rubber enclosure I felt the need for carnal satisfaction!  Tired as I was, I put on the “zoning” gas mask, put the Equalizer to my rubbery skin and began teasing myself.  The rubber intensified the vibrations as I moved the device over different parts of my hot and rubber-sealed body – chest, side, thighs, chest again, around the bondage straps and the gas mask tube attached to the crotch of the suit up to my shoulders, a pause on each nipple area, on and on I teased myself.  So many fingers enjoying teasing me in my prison.  Zoning out in the near dark of the mask, I visualized being on display at a convention, being a new rubber toy to tease and use, ears plugged and eyes covered, the only senses being touch, smell and taste and those are completely rubber driven.  Unheard people commenting, laughing and pointing as I am securely locked and immobile.  I move the device to the spot, imagine one of those unseen people doing the action, and BAM – a second explosive orgasm wells up out of the depths of my rubber world and consumes me a second time in total rubber fulfillment. 

The last three hours went quickly, a fitting epilogue to my rubber journey.  The locks released and I climbed back into the real world.  Cleanup is always a pain and quite time consuming but was well worth the price of such incredible sexual intensity, excitement and satisfaction.

I thank the rubber friend who inspired me to do this adventure through his personal rubber sessions and his suggestion to set the timer to lock me from 1:30 AM, Friday morning until 9:00 PM Friday night.  He even suggested that I could lock in until 6:00 AM, Saturday morning.  Part of me wishes I had done that; part says I did the right thing.  I guess I’ll never know for now.

 Postscript:

After experiencing the reality of being locked in rubber for more than 20 hours, I will never go back to a session under 24 hours.  The incredible feeling of surrender and becoming one in rubber for such a long time is absolutely indescribable but it changed my rubberism goals forever.

Oct 5, 2020 - Sealed Again

October 5, 2020

Still catching up from the CoVid break

Well I did it again...sealed and locked in heavy rubber. I was sealed up for ten hours this time. Very exhausting to be under rubber the second time in a week.

I prepared by getting three bottles of sports drink and three bottles of a liquid meal - Soylent. I know it's a marketing thing and it caught my attention as I was getting the sports drink at the local Wally World.

So I sealed and locked myself in and settled down to serious rubber ecstasy. I made some videos. Did a few chats and just settled into a relaxing oneness with rubber. So many times I have extolled the virtues and my personal love for rubber on this page. Need I repeat myself? The complete surrender to wondrous rubber requires repeating. I want everyone to know the effect this material has on me. How else to describe how something so lifeless becomes alive and draws its strength from surrounding me as I draw strength from the amazing feel and massage of the living rubber?

Anyway, I drank some Soylent and a few hours later I started cramping. Not sure if the Soylent was the cause but I was locked and sealed in four rubber layers and no hope of opening locks for another two hours - timers do that. I had no choice but to let go. What came out was soft and mushy. There was enough to feel a squishy sensation about my butt. The feeling was actually not unpleasant. No point in dwelling on events...I now wondered just what I would find when I started removing the gear.

Since my gas mask is attached to a hose from the crotch of my outer suit, I thought some bad odors might happen but that isn't the case. I only inhaled the stale piss and other odors that are so common after several hours in rubber, though maybe a slight hint of mint-chocolate?.

Kept on keeping on and soon the accident was buried to the back of my thoughts but it still tickled me. When the keys finally were available I didn't open locks. I stayed in the suits another three hours as I delayed the inevitable.

Finally getting up the courage and the necessity of a cleanup I unlocked the bondage and opened the suit. I kicked the right boot loose while making sure the top remained inside the shower. I checked for anything bad in the left leg with my prosthesis. Just a good rinsing was in order and without much problem, I had the prosthetic leg out of the suit and drying outside the shower. Not too much of anything was in the outer suit but enough for a thorough rinsing out. Even the first inner layer had just a few funny spots and there was no odor to speak of. It smelled a little like mint - the flavor of the Soylent.

With shower running and water diluting everything inside the two inner layers, the mess pretty much ran down the drain. My right leg - the whole leg received the bulk of any stuff and was no worse for the exposure. So much for my concerns though had my accident been bigger, who knows what the resulting cleanup might be.

Thus ended another great rubber session with the wrinkle of an unexpected trip with scat play. It was just a small hint but I can see how such play appeals in a very basic and erotic way. I was helpless when the cramps began and knew, absolutely, that I was going to shit in the suits and nothing was going to stop it. It was total loss of control in the situation - submitting to the whims of my master, my own mind, and those locked straps holding me inside the suits.

Oct 2-9, 2020 Finally Back into Rubber

2020 - Prelude: COVID!

We all know what happened.  Wife Philippine trip in May was cancelled.  The world hunkered down.  All life seemed on hold as we waited, waited...

Then a trip back east in October left me alone with all my rubber!

Oct 2-3, 2020: Nineteen Hours in Rubber

It's been a long year for just about everyone. I had so much negativity and bad thoughts rattling around in my head, I concluded that October would begin with a celebration in rubber and a cleansing of the mind that only rubber meditation can cause.

As usual, I started with my Hydroglove suits. They still work. The first suit went on quickly and I felt the cool rubber warm to my skin. Its caress was so welcome. The second layer was the pants of another Hydroglove suit. These help to compress the rolled seal of the first suit and improve the watertight integrity. I now add another Hydroglove item - was once the rubber waders but the legs got too damaged so I customized by cutting the legs off, making a wrestler suit.

The prosthetic leg over rubber suit

Everything was ready for the Catfish heavy rubber drysuit. I considered myself sealed in all layers at about 7:00 PM, Friday. I worked with my bungee cord bondage system for another 45 minutes. Hot work inside rubber layers and sweat was soon flowing freely. Sweat dripped from under my hoods and occasionally stung an eye. All inconveniences that one accepts when sealed head to toe in rubber layers.

Finally at about 8, I could say I was sealed and locked. My new bungee cord arrangement took a while to get right but I was very satisfied with the results. It makes a snug fit from neck through the crotch and across the chest and waist. The photos and videos show it pretty well.

With that I settled into a night of heavy rubbering fun and excitement. I did several live video takes on Facebook (Bill Leytecks for anyone interested) and took camera shots and videos which I posted here and of the FB. I enjoyed the occasional chats that I had. I frequently pointed out that as a little bit of a sub, I would be open to anyone wishing to give a time setting for my kitchen safe lock box. I zoned (slight doze) several times. I did gas mask games, rebreathing games - my rebreather amounts to a bag on a short hose attached to a modified (exhaust port sealed and inlet valve removed) Israeli gas mask with about a 3/8 inch hole cut into the attached tube. When I go 100 percent rebreath, I just put a finger over the hole. If anything were to happen, the finger releases and the hole is open...so far I have never reached that level of danger.

Zoning and Enjoying Sealed in Rubber

At one point I used my very "industrial strength" massage device to have some proper stimulation. I placed it under the bungee straps so it would stay seated against my suit at just the right spot. Adding the rebreathing mask made an incredible and erotic time. I loved the stimulation and video caught it...I reached a high plateau of arousal, teetered on the edge of carnal satisfaction for seemed forever and finally with a slight shift in my position, exploded with pent up rubber lust.

I zoned some more. I was happy to say that nothing had seeped from the suits. Ten hours passed, still the lock box unset...twelve hours and after another zoning time, I went out to the front room and rode my exercise bike. I planned for ten minutes and only made it about three minutes before I had to stop - breathing hard in the gas mask. After fourteen hours someone finally suggested setting my box another two hours. That done I knew I was sealed until at least sixteen hours or about 11:00. Zoned again for a short time, it was getting close to 11:00, Saturday morning and the box safe opened. Chats became more frequent as Europe was coming on line. I was having fun, catching a second surge of rubber desire and thinking, "I'm not ready to leave the security of my rubbery world".

I couldn't quit my rubber! Yes I remained sealed until almost 1:00 PM. Finally and quite reluctantly I started the process of returning to the harsh reality of the regular world.

A complication in getting the pull lanyard I use to open the shoulder zipper of the outer suit created a bit of concern - I've learned early that panic isn't good - there was no way I would cut the suit. Fact is when I put the suit on, the lanyard didn't come loose from the pull strap correctly so I had cut it. No problem except the remains of the lanyard held the pull strap in a way I couldn't get the repaired lanyard through the strap loop. I struggled for fifteen or more minutes. Just couldn't get the critical loop opening...maybe a wire hanger could work. Found one and set about devising some way to get the lanyard into the loop. How many have ever tried to do something looking in a mirror? Finally the hanger got just a little into the loop but it was obvious that too much movement required I find some other way to stabilize the parts of the game. Used one of those reacher things to push the strap further down the bent hanger - again, mirror work is just pure fun - not!

Sweat was pouring from me. Contortions in three rubber layers made great exercise but did little to advance the cause. Finally, I got the hanger in the strap and through enough to work with some fix. It didn't take long to see the lanyard had to be hooked to the hanger and the hanger remain in the loop. Using the improvised hanger/lanyard pull rope, I was able to slowly work the zipper open. I would hold the lanyard tight the shift my shoulder against the strain on the zipper. Each move opened the zipper about 1/2 inch, then it would be 1 inch then finally a point on the zipper when the heavy watertight zipper finally allowed pulls of 2 or more inches and I was able to get it fully open.

I pulled the suit over my head and sat, exhausted from the effort. But I was free, well free to get out of three rubber layers.

Got into the shower and sitting on my shower chair kicked the good leg out of the suit. One last hitch, my spare prosthesis I use for my suit was stuck. The release pin must have gotten jammed at some point! What else could go wrong? I had a pair of vice grip pliers in the room but not in reach. The right leg was half out of the suit. My wheel chair nearby so I was able to get out to the chair and to the pliers without much trouble.

The pliers did the trick, the release button worked and I only had to get the leg out of the prosthesis. Easier said than done...the stuff on the leg, folded suit legs and a thin compression sock made working the leg off quite hard but possible.

Finally something went right. There was no stuff inside the outer suit. It was dry. The inner suits held all the sweat and piss safely inside. The rest was easy and the final clean up and drying of the gear remained, still several hours of work, but that could wait for my shower.

Shadows of a Rubbery Time - Aug 20, 2019

 

Rather unusual event on Aug 20. I went into the clinic to have the cardio folks interrogate my implant. They scan it a few seconds and download the history of what my heart has been doing since the last visit. Everything seemed pretty much normal with one exception - May 20th my heart rate was quite rapid for a long period of time. Nothing serious just a rapid rate for over an hour. The tech asked if I remember doing any heavy exercise or anything else that day.

Flashback to May 20 - dropped wife at airport and went immediately home to seal in rubber layers for the first time in months! Yep, I sealed up and was in rubbery bliss for hours that afternoon/evening. In fact the session began about 2:00 PM with my first Hydroglove suit. The second layer quickly after and the heavy rubber outer suit closed up by 4:30 with bondage straps and locks by 5:00. The session didn't end until 5:30 AM, the next morning.

I was so excited to be encased in my favorite material, completely isolated from the world, sucking air through a tube sealed to my rubberized crotch and gasmask.

The twelve plus hours passed so quickly! Well it dragged for about the middle six hours then as I saw my goal in reach - the timer on the lock box under three hours it seemed to end quite quickly. I almost wanted to just sit and enjoy the rubber longer but I knew a shower was needed and the rubber would certainly call to me again in just a few hours. I zoned out a few times, sucking rubbery air, I came thrice and sweated and pissed until the stuff sloshed around my thighs. It was pure rubber bliss and surrender and guess my heart was just as excited as my mind after so long.

I told the technician I had an especially long session on my stationary bike - not sure they would have appreciated the truth - that I was a totally dedicated rubber lover and spent so many hours sealed in heavy rubber. Guess the later sessions that month and into June didn't have quite the same extended response though I'm sure plenty of short heart bursts were recorded over the next two weeks.

Wife Visits Sister May 20 - Jun 2, 2018 It's RUBBER Time!!

 Future Rubber Storms in Late May:

Wife will be away again, visiting her sister. I'll have many days - two weeks to seal in rubber and enjoy the pleasure of heavy rubber total enclosure. I have already modified my harness device to be a little less bulky in the crotch but still provide a locked device that prevents escape without the keys. We all know I'll lock the keys in the kitchen safe box and set the timer. How many hours will I set the device? I've had sessions from eight to sixteen hours in the past - enjoying and reveling in rubber enclosure, sucking hot rubbery air through the tube fixed to my crotch - feeling the air leaving my suit and the suit pressing closer to my inner rubber suit. Finally getting air in short bursts from only tiny openings in the breathing system. Ah, such erotic pleasure. I'll be adding new heavy gauntlets to my gear - arriving next week, the gauntlets are 22 inches long, will cover to above my elbow - since the attached gloves of the outer suit have gotten some damage, I will cut off the fingers but retain the palms. The gauntlets will be under the outer suit with the glove fingers through the suit. What else might happen during the sessions and how often I seal in rubber is for the future to know. But it will be many times over the two weeks...more to come later.

May 16, 2019 - Yes. Time is running down. It's now four days until I have heavy rubber storms. The new gear I ordered for this three weeks, and especially the 24 on the 24th is starting to arrive. New gas mask hoses come today. Will fit one to the rebreather/breath restriction bag for play with an Israeli gas mask due on Monday that I will modify by closing off the exhaust port and making the inlet valve work both ways. Should have all my new gear in time for the 24 challenge.

May 18, 2019 - Yes, it is getting close to time for rubber storms. Wife will be out of town for three weeks and I pretty much have all that time to enjoy rubber fun. We have an agreement, when she's at home no rubber for me. It's a hard choice but I am an age where I can keep the promise. However, when she is out of town, I have lots of catching up and I definitely do that.

Today, Amazon teased me a bit by sending out my civilian Israeli gas masks for delivery. I guess they do not read delivery instructions until the driver is about to make the delivery. I tracked him through the neighborhoods, anticipation and a little concern building. I really had no idea how to disguise/hide a fairly large Amazon box from the wife. Then he must have read the delivery instruction and - poof - he drove on. Probably best as I don't need the masks until Monday and they will come then. But the little thrill in the belly of anticipation sure gave me a preview of coming attractions.

And the big plan for 24 hours in rubber on the 24th looms closer with all my new gear coming in it looks to be some very heavy rubber storms in the forecast.

The accessories of Heavy Rubber fun, gas masks

Equalizer  Massage Wand

May 18, second entry - two wake-ups to rubber. I have discussed with one of the participants at the event the idea of having someone check in on me randomly to be sure I am following the rules and doing okay. These personal contacts will be in addition to videos I will be making and posting to chronicle this twenty four hours in rubber!

Just writing these words sends that feeling into the pit of my stomach that I get every time I know rubber games are in the near future. That feeling has hit me since I was fourteen years old and would check out the fishing boots and rain gear at Gem Supply, a local sporting goods store. Even now I remember the name of the place that had such memories. I'm sure that my regular purchasing of the black rubber chest waders in the store helped keep him in business - bought more than a few pair over the span of four years.

May 22, Let the Rubbering Begin

May 22 - I was all sealed in my suits and enjoying a nice quiet evening, just my rubber and me. Then I started chatting with a "mistress". Very convincing. Ended with a live video session and I was making a rubber slut, pig, slave "fool" of myself. Who cares, I was in rubber, hooded and gas masked! "She" commanded me to lock the timer box for five hours as punishment. Actually pretty turned on by this! Set timer, showed it in video, then settled down to trying to "sleep".

Some minutes later put on long thick rubber gauntlets - elbow length. very wonderfully rubber. That seems to have set a trigger and my video phone link started ringing. Answer and well, "mistress? is no mistress. But I got the last laugh in that I discovered about five minutes later that the most critical lock of my bondage gear was not correctly locked.

So Having been sealed for about six hours, decided that a fake mistress deserved a fake punishment and I got out of my gear.

Still it was quite fun just to play the game and I know this will most likely not be the last time I play with a fake, but I will never play with this guy again as the thrill of the fantasy is gone.

May 31 - What a way to end the month, sealed in three layers of heavy black rubber/ I just could not pass up the chance to layers rubber over me and seal myself inside the most wondrous of materials! Yes I started about 1:00 PM and now it is 6:30 and am going strong. Been doing a little chat, lots of reflections on my inner self and just plain loving the wonderful; feel of rubber moving over every inch of my body as I shift and move about the room.

Still uncertain how long I can go but for now seems a very long time. I've had some chats during my live cam session but not many. People have looked in but the seem quiet.

As it gets later, we will see if zoning and quiet rubber lust is in the cards. Thew heavy rubber storm clouds are out there. But for now its a light erotic high from total enclosure. Where the high goes next I can guess but that is a later.

Must drop back on my session, fans may have looked in since I have been writing this. Maybe someone will tell me to lock my keys away for many hours sealing my fate more permanently.

June 5 - The rubber gear is put away. The house back in order and wife coming home in a few days. I am completely sated in my rubber needs. I was a rubber slutty slave six times in the past two weeks. To many on line I seemed to be enclosed in heavy rubber more often than not.

The Litter of the Morning After

A Note about the Equalizer Portable Massage Device.

I made a joke about this machine in the photo caption, something like, "An industrial strength massage device for industrial strength rubber." Well...

My three sessions with the device were beyond expectation and each was better than the one before.

My videos tell it all. When I strapped this baby to my crotch and it went to work through the two layers of Hydroglove suits and my outer heavy rubber suit, the results were total surrender to rubbery carnal bliss. If anything, I couldn't hold back long enough to enjoy the building sensation of that massage working the rubber against me.

As long as I fiddled with gloves or the "zoning" gas mask, the massage was just right to give me that wonderful erotic edge and glow of anticipation. Then everything on, sucking hot rubbery/sweaty/moist air through the hose at my crotch, I had to wiggle and push and work my hips to feel all of the amazing vibrations pulsing from that incredible toy into my darkest, deepest inner rubber being. A true prisoner to rubber and in full slut mode, I found myself exploding within minutes - total surrender to rubber.