05-07: Heavy Rubber Times continue as wife enjoys her visit

 

Unlike the last session, I document this session every few hours as it progresses.  So with no further ado, here it is.

05-07-17, 0235 - Heavy Rubber Time

Gawd, I love it so! Heavy rubber since 2030  yesterday evening (six hours ago) and no desire to leave my private rubber world. No idea how long I'll go. I'm just loving the amazing feel of rubber, loving the amazing smell of rubber, loving the sweat and other stuff sloshing about my legs...

This is a total enclosure marathon session. The wonderfully erotic feel isn't fading. The wonderful living rubber is taking me over. I am truly one with rubber tonight!

Chatted with a few friends on Facebook and other venues, just wonderful chats about the experience of heavy rubber highs and the total rapture of rubber surrender. I wish it never ends.

05-07-17, 0430 - Seven Hours Sealed in Rubber

Zoned out about an hour. Used my old Israeli mask that has thick layer of latex over lenses to block light. video of part of the rest - had a very erotic rubber thoughts and came spontaneously. So wonderfully rubbery bliss.

Then back to the rubberlympics training again. This time with the Israeli mask. The training is hard and as breathing grows frantic I pull the mask for air...Never place in the games with such short endurance..

Then back in bed a bit - exhausted but cannot bring self to climb out of rubbery world just yet. Just enjoying the wonderful massage of my suits as i move and chatting on line

just swilled more water and feeling fine as a rubber slut can feel.

Another update later this morning or do I quit the rubber world and descend back into the vanilla world with all its problems.

05-07-17, 0630, Ten Hours in Rubber

Zoned another 30 minutes and had that nice caressing feeling that pushed into my loins - not quite spontaneous but just one or two light strokes pushed me over and added some more spice to the soup inside the suits.

I'm so rubbery now...no hope of climbing out until I have full surrender.

It's been so may years since I had a session this intense, this sensual, this full rubbered experience beyond all thoughts.

More hydrating - I'm on a fast to pay homage at the altar of latex and rubber. No food for almost 12 hours but plenty of hydration.

I love rubber so! I scream it from the rooftop, "I quit this world and lust for rubber!"

I am a depraved rubber slut through and through...and I don't give a rats!

0830, Twelve Hours in Rubber

couldn't help myself. Got to video chatting with a fully suited rubber freak and he suggested I set the kitchen safe lock for 4 hours. This after I showed him how it worked. So heavy rubber influence may have clouded my reasoning so now I am sealed in my gear until noon. But loving it still so much.

1130 - one half hour to go, 15 hours, 30 minutes in rubber

That four hour time lock has just about finished me. I have about 30 minutes left and I feel I am one well cooked rubber toy. It's been a ride. No doubt it happens again, just not sure when. Let's get out of the gear and cleaned up before taking a next step.

Incredibly 9:00 last night seems such a vague memory. I only planned on about four hour session but here I am almost 16 hours later. I have become one with rubber this time. I even think I may want to stay in rubber. It's as close to the 24/7 fantasy I've come in years.

Being one with rubber is a religion. To worship rubber is sin. Rubber come alive when it surrounds a body. One can never tire of the touch, feel and subtle caress of this magical material.

I will peel it off gratefully but with regret but I know the rubber song will carry me into its embrace sooner rather than later.

05-07, Epilogue, Reflections, Thoughts for Future

All fun things come to an end and there is a price to pay. By 12:30, all of the harness system was off and I had the pull lanyard attached. Opening the zipper is hard. By pulling the left hand up into the sleeve, the extra slack is removed and by aligning the arm to get the zipper somewhat straight, pulling grudgingly gets the zip to open. All fine until after opening it a little over six inches, the loop on the lanyard slips out of the zipper loop ring!

So I spend the next 20 minutes trying to get the lanyard into the puller strap. I don't trust the ring I had put on. I came so close so many times. It doesn't help that I'm using a mirror to spot my target, a moving loop of canvas-like line attached to the zipper runner. Finally I thread the hanger through the loop the discover it just yields to any effort to push the lanyard on into the opening.

Struggle, push, hanger end catching on the chair back gives new hope as I lean out and more hanger and lanyard gets through that elusive opening. The hanger is in but a new complication when a knot on the lanyard hangs up on the loop. It's no use but I have the hanger in hand and the lanyard is here too - albeit the part not inside the loop.

I twist the hanger around the lanyard, several turns and succeed in securing it to the hanger. This also easily secures the looped hanger into the zipper pull. I set to adding slow pulling to the zipper. Does the zipper open or does the hanger pull its loop open? Slowly the zipper yields. I feel it opening and I take up slack line and keep up a steady pull. At 1:00, I am free of the suit, more or less. I still have to pull the open suit top over my head and continue with removing it. Happily as I get the suit off I see the Hydroglove folds worked almost perfectly. Only a very small amount of fluid has made it to the outer suit interior.

Next came the funny surprise as I got the outer suit boots off. Without the heavy rubber material holding everything together, the fluid all flows into my feet. The Hydroglove feet look like black Mickey Mouse shoes or maybe the old cold weather boots in the military.

I literally drag these fluid filled encumbrances into the shower. I fear a failure and the worst results but everything is good. My guess is I managed to put over a gallon of body fluid into the Hydroglove suits. The resulting elixir of stale piss, sweat, powder and other nice spices sent a strong odor through the bathroom. I'll always remember that odor as a sweet perfume byproduct of extreme rubber fun and total rubbery surrender.

Clean up proceeded as usual after this. I sit here and wonder why I did it. I sit here and can hardly imagine doing such a session again. Then I feel that tug of passion for rubber calling me and I know in a few days, all the trial and hurdles of my rubber play are far outweighed by my shear joy of surrender to this sensual material.

Lesson of the day. Put the lanyard directly through the zipper loop. Forget about the attached key ring piece. In fact take that off the zipper loop!