June 18, 2017: Fathers' Day/Countdown to Rubber, Six Days Away
In the US it is Father's day. No rubber or latex for me today. But with the wife going out of town for a few days at the end of this coming week, I have an opportunity to briefly sate my lust for rubber. I plan to record the session in higher resolution. That means clips may be shorter and need edits but they will be more clear.
My desire for total rubber enclosure in extreme heavy rubber remains. I always have my next plans developing in my mind. It seems I have an opportunity to surrender for many hours -yet determined - next Friday, June 23, and into Saturday. How many hours I enjoy the rapture and lust of heavy rubber enclosure. I am sure I will go a minimum of eight hours but I can always reset the lock box holding the escape keys and extend my rubbery prison passion many hours more. A journal post will of course be posted.
I will be doing a live Facebook feed during most of the time. My Facebook name is bill gadsberry or rbrbill2. Anyone here interested in friending me and dropping in to see my fate are welcome. Let me know you're a FetLife member if you friend request me.
June 20, 2017: Weekend Plans Formulated
Another day closer to total rubber surrender. Three layers might be about right. Start with my thinner Hydroglove suit with the heavier Hydroglove over and the final addition of my extremely heavy rubber fetish dry suit from Latex Catfish I'll be live on my Facebook page some of the time as I let the rubber enclosure completely absorb my body and I succumb to the ecstasy of total surrender to heavy rubber.
Adding another layer could be a test. I'll set my timer on the lock box for 8 hours initially then see how I feel. Additional time intervals could be in the works. I frequently have this wonderful feeling that I want to remain inside my heavy rubber for as long as I can. Meantime, be ready for journal updates during my enclosure with thoughts and words on how I'm feeling while enclosed.
June 23, 2017: Time to Rubberize
It started as a normal session in heavy rubber. I sealed myself in my favorite three layers of black rubber - 2 Hydroglove replica drysuits from a era gone past (modeled on the venerable Totes suit (Bill Sewell RIP) with the heavy fetish drysuit from Latex Catfish. I pulled and tugged my bondage straps - simple car tie down bungee cords linked together with some strategically placed steel rings to feed the strap through and create an inescapable harness once locked. I did some live feeds on Facebook. I made a better video on my camera and settled down to see what might happen. I let my rubber enclosure surround me. I sucked the rubbery air from inside my suit. My plugged ears made outside sounds distant and allowed me to concentrate on the internals of heart, blood and above all rubbery sensual bliss. The evening was typical rubber time for me. Not many rubber folks are up when it's 2000 in Texas.
A note about the bungee cord bondage. At the time of this session, the bondage was still a work in progress. I have since made a few changes and adjustments. The final version consists of requiring only three locks. The lock at the collar, the lock at the waist belt and the lock at the belly button ring are all that are needed to complete an inescapable web of bondage. There are two other locks on the tops of the hip boots, mainly for show as they just hold the boot strap loops together and the waist belt is slid through the loops when used.
A Chat With An Australian Rubberist
I zoned in bed a little over an hour - reaching a kind of twilight state between sleep and wakefulness. About 2330 my time the situation changed. I began chatting with a fellow from Australia. His life and experiences so mirrored mine that I could almost not believe it. His nick was rubberclone, a name I certainly related with.
The connection was a chat but I soon told him of my Kitchen Safe timed lock box. As I explained the box and its use - for me putting any padlock keys in and setting the timer for release in the future - he began asking me more. He wanted to know how locked and sealed i really was. He told me to set the box for 3 hours and lock it. I did. At the time I was on Facebook and streaming live. I showed the timer to the webcam. He said, "now that I know you will be in rubber at least three more hours, I will rubber up and we can chat/view on Skype.
True to his word about fifteen minutes later I had a Skype video call and there at the other end was a totally rubbery enclosed being from my own mind of rubber deviancy. His shiny black catsuit covered him head to toe. He had on the black Russian gas mask. Being heavily masked and hooded, it was obvious that speaking would be next to impossible, not to mention the muffled hearing. The next three hours were incredible. We used the chat to carry on our rubbery conversation. We discussed our early years - as young boys in both cases. How our rubberism grew despite guilt feelings. How the power of rubber became so potent to our lives. We discussed how we hide the deepest rubber feelings from our closest. Yes, they we have this esoteric eccentricity but they remain totally unaware of its power and depth. I related how I only get these chances at total heavy and long-term enclosure a few times a year and how I literally spend hours in multi sessions to sate my pent up rubber feelings.
This Skype chat was a very satisfying finish to the session.
June 25, 2017: If Not Thoroughly Cooked, Seal the Gimp and Simmer Some More
Friday was obviously not enough to sate my rubber desires more than 48 hours...actually more like 36 hours so here I am again. It's hour 9 of a session with me setting the timer release system another 9 hours away! I did some significant planning with my bondage cords and anything short of cutting one means no escape until 0600 tomorrow - about 9 hours 40 minutes from now.
I've chatted some, streamed on Facebook some (Google Chrome is amazing for that) and have cum as I streamed, cum was at the time watched by only one viewer - someone I was chatting with.
This the time the net starts to slow down so I am in for a long night of rubber bondage. Maybe I'll zone out a few hours and the time will pass more quickly. Maybe someone in the Pacific region will drop in and help me through the late hours.
More likely I just stew in rubber and think inner feeling of this rubber world. The rubber surrender is always so complete...even to a point that I fear leaving the rubber cocoon at the end of the timed period.
I become one with rubber and absorbed by its supple and living skin. It molds to me, moves as I move, stretches, massages, surrounds me with its aroma....rubber is so alive when it molds to the body...it becomes a living skin protecting, nurturing, restoring.
Proof my lust of heavy rubber is shared and worshiped. Another kindred spirit showed me a video of his complete and total surrender to rubber carnal lust. Amazing.
Alas, the slow period begins. I take pause to zone and reflect on my rubberized being. Oddly, I find time to read my Jack Aubrey book. The pages flow and rubber has me wired so no sleep can come. Rubber certainly keeps me from finding sleep, only the zoning times, that twilight between wake and sleep. It's like floating just under the surface of a still pool, a dream state no doubt.
Still sealed in with hours to go. So far I am doing fine and see no reason to take extra measures like cutting my cords. But this hour is slow and not many folks on line.
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