06-14-2016 - Flag Day (USA)

 

What better way to spend Flag Day then sealing in rubber ecstasy!  I don't put out a flag.  I don't look for any special programming - no, I show my patriotism for the Rubber Republic.

I had a surgical procedure trying to stabilize the A-Fib I battle since 1996 last week.

Another dive into the rubbery deep of my heavy rubber layering love. I have the afternoon - at least 7 hours alone with my thoughts. So much has happened these past three weeks. First my atrial fibrillation of the heart became much more frequent but the docs said I was a great candidate for surgery - cardio ablation - to correct the condition. I went for it. After two days in hospital I came home somewhat weak but my heart was now beating more normally.

So June 14 became a milestone in my recovery. My question was how would I handle a heavy rubber session? I feel stronger as the surgery was almost two weeks ago. I feel it is time to climb inside rubber and let myself go in the wondrous bliss that only rubberists understand.

I pull on one of my Hydroglove shirts and chest wader - my first layer tightly encasing my entire body. Then I begin to work the heavy outer suit over my body. It is slow work. I am careful not to get too winded as I pull and tug the thick rubber up over me. Like molten lava the heavy black rubber slowly covers me in its sealing embrace. I pant, pull and tug until I'm ready to push my arms and head into the suit top.

With great effort I work to close the zipper. It's hot and exhausting work. It takes me three tries to finally get the waterproof zipper closing across me back. I stand leaning against a wall for support and tug, pull and work the zipper shut. It eaches the top of my right shoulder. Then I feel the runner close across my middle back.. I know I will get it fully closed now. I wrap the lanyard tighter and pull slowly until the zipper is over my left shoulder. I tighten the lanyard again. Pulling the zipper I feel it close completely.

I pull the lanyard out of the zipper ring and settle in for my hours in rubber. I pull a gas mask in place. I try to do some Internet surfing looking through the gas mask with near-sighted eyes. It's almost as hard to concentrate on reading and typing as it was putting the suit on my body.

Sweat is building. I feel so hot and cozy. Rubber odor assails my senses. Rubber massages with every movement. Rubber squeaks with every shift in my position. The amazing lure of rubber - heightened feel, wonderful smell, amazing sound, even rubbery taste when sipping water through drinking tube - all heightened in the mind - as the eyes are reduced to minimal use.

The amazing encasement of total rubber enclosure. I relish in the excitement of my heavy rubbering hours. I sweat more. I try surfing the Net. I watch a couple of heavy rubber videos. I enjoy my ecstasy of rubbery bliss until time, all too soon, demands I climb out of this bliss and return to the harsh reality of the world.

I often fantasize of a place where I can be totally immersed in rubber for hours or even days at a time, to only emerge for the most basic hygiene needs. Ah but that is fantasy. Meantime I can always submerge into my rubber world for a few hours when I have a chance.

Surrender to rubber is so incredibly erotic.  God help me I love it so.