Rubber Surrender
4-2-16: Last night I went into deep rubber surrender. Step one is putting the silicon ear plugs in. I roll the thick rubber into thin plugs that can penetrate into the ear canal a short way. With each plug inserted I have reduced hearing but can still hear some sounds. As I pull on the simple latex hood with eye, nose and mouth openings, the ear plugs push a little further into the ears and my hearing drops off another few decibels.
I take up the first suit trousers. The soft rubber is chlorinated for easier donning. The soft black sheen pleases my eyes as the rubber slides through my fingers. I push my left leg into the black opening and the touch of cool latex thrills me. I tug at the latex pulling it up the leg. I slip the right leg into the pants and work the latex up my leg. I have to pull and push air from the inside as living latex wraps tightly to my legs. I stand to pull the trousers high waist over my hips. I pull and push the pants up tightly. The high waist reaches to just beneath my chest. I fold the pants down to the hips as Hydrogloves use a roll seal system – no zippers.
Now I take up the hooded shirt. I push my left arm into the sleeve and push my hand through the tight wrist into the attached glove. I do the same with my right arm. The latex starts to warm and as I duck my head into the shirt bottom, pulling it down over my torso. My head pops through the neck seal into the hood. Sounds drop to a mere whisper. The bathroom exhaust fan is now unheard. I adjust the sleeves and hood then pull the shirt tail over the folded bottoms. Grasping the edge of the pants with each hand I make a fold of the latex up to my waist. I make one more fold sealing the suit to my body. I check and adjust the sleeves, hips and legs for fit. I already feel the warming touch of the suit as it comes alive against me.
Although I have a second Hydroglove suit I have learned from experience to use my Hydroglove chest wader for the second layer. The waders help compress the seal of the inner suit and trying to fold a second suit seal creates a bulky bulge that ruins the smooth look as well as making a much too tight fit line. I put some lube on the neck seal of the second shirt and push my arms into the sleeves. Then I duck my head into the shirt and find my hooded head. The slick lube allows the shirt to slide easily over the head and settle around my neck. The silence becomes even greater and I can hear my breathing and heart beating inside my ears. I hear rush rhythmic rush of my hot blood coursing through me. My arousal builds as I take up the waders to add the second layer to my legs. Of course the waders add a partial third layer to my lower torso as I pull them up, squeeze air out and slide my arms through the shoulder straps. I sit and push my right arm under the front. As it opens the gap to my crotch area, another push of trapped air gushes out. I pull the front up high and the waders settle about my body. I rest a moment and allow this second rubber layer to come alive. Each small move of my body creates an equal reaction of soft massaging caresses. Newton’s Law applies to latex as much as any object…for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction…only these seem magnified as the feel of each move spread way beyond the initial point of motion to fill me with wondrous thrills and increasing erotic arousal. I am such a committed and slutty rubberist!
But now I am ready for the most important and amazing layer. I sit looking at the heavy rubber mass at my feet. I’m a big man and the suit is a big suit. At six feet seven inches I have a lot of body to cover and this made to measure rubber dry suit does just that. Once the waterproof zipper is closed I am truly sealed in rubber!
I hold the mass of black rubber and push my left foot into the gaping black gaping opening. I feel the heavy rubber pressing loosely against my leg. The right leg follows and I feel complete protective cover on my legs as I stand and pull the suit up over my hips. I push air from the legs then sit to put on the upper part. I lube up the neck seal then push each arm into the shoulder opening and duck my multi-hooded head into the dark abyss of the suit. Strong rubber aroma fills my nose as I breathe the heavy rubber scent into my lungs.
The slippery lube eases the neck ring over the bulky Hydroglove hoods and settles around my neck. Three layers of rubber around the neck causes a tight, almost restrictive condition that is not uncomfortable but amplifies my predicament of total rubber encasement in heavy layers. I have to pull my right hand out of the attached glove to grip the sleeve of the suit. I lift my hand to straighten out the zipper runner across the back and adjust my right arm one more time to tighten the sleeve. I grasp the zipper lanyard with the left hand and begin to slowly pull the zipper. I feel the closing rubber sealing the gap. It hangs up once and I back it off a bit, shrug a little to settle the suit better and start the pull again. This time it closes past the center of my back. I take a turn on the loose lanyard cord and pull again. The zipper completely closes. That thrill of total enclosure shoots through me.
I pull the outer suit hood back from my head. I then put lube around the top of my head from just below the crown to under my ears. I pull my heavy perforated eye hood over my head. Now the tight grip is almost unbearable but thrilling as this head bondage sends a massive thrill through me.
I pull on my M-40 gas mask with attached hose. After tightening the harness, I test the seal on the mask and find it collapsing to my face quite satisfactorily. I push the hose into the slightly open convenience zip at my crotch. After pulling the zip as closely s possible, minding there is still a slight gap, I use tape to seal a four inch square piece of black rubber secured to the bottom of the hose to the suit. This tape seal effectively closes the opening at the crotch to a very small gap at the point the slightly raised zipper runner passes from under the rubber square. I suck and feel and taste the hot rubber-scented air from inside the suit entering my lungs. As I draw each breath, I can tell the remaining air inside the suit is being sucked out as effectively as a vacuum pump. The image of my body acting as a pump enhances the dehumanization I feel as I am transformed into a totally faceless and anonymous rubber encumbered creature.
After about five minutes, the air is almost completely out of my suit and the loose latex skin is pressing against my body with slight folds in the loose-fitting suit. I can tell that each breath is now pulling small amounts of fresh air into the suit by way of the small slit openings at the crotch zipper. I breathe another five minutes to ensure that the system is safe and I can breaths under this near rebreathing system. The only possible better situation is having air from a tank feeding under the taped square with a small tube that replenishes air slowly as I suck it from the suit, making the entire suit a completely enclosed self-contained breathing system.
I use a mirror to pull my suit hood over the gas mask harness. I tuck it under the universal second skin of the mask. After smoothing the hood into place I wrap my bungee cord collar about my neck and lock it in place.
I put on my waist bungee belt and put the end loops through the lock. I don’t close the lock yet as the shoulder/body harness ends must be pushed over the two metal loops before locking. I put the harness around my neck. I loop one end under my arm and put it through the metal ring on the end of my zipper pull. I finish wrapping the cord about my chest, back across my back, under my legs and up the crotch to the waist belt. I fit the metal ends over the waist belt ends then fumbling with four metal loops on a padlock hasp finally get everything in position and push the hasp home. Now that I’m all locked into my self-bondage, I gasp at the erotic power of my bondage. I feel carnal lust surging inside as I grasp how sealed and locked in I am. The heavy rubber caresses, o pushes with heavy rubber thrusts against every square inch of my body. I hear my blood coursing through my veins, my accelerating heartbeat, the building heat and the slippery sweaty rubber pressing tightly to me. I am in total rubber ecstasy as I prepare for the next step.
I am right on the edge of total rubber surrender as my throbbing phallus buried deep inside the layers pushes against the slick rubber interior. I am so totally filled with lust I feel I might explode in seconds. The next step of my bondage is tossing the keys to the locks and the lanyard I use to close the back zip of the suit into the Kitchen Safe and setting the timer on the lid. I turn the dial to twelve hours and put the lid in place. I push the button and watch as the five second delay counts down and the lock whirs silently locking the box. This final act of sealing the bondage is all it takes for my complete surrender and a massive explosion of lust rushes through my entire body. It built into one volcanic blast followed by several seconds of secondary thrusts and surges. I groan and yell inside my bondage as my breathing pulls every last bit of air from the suit. I forget that little part about bodily function – breathing gets really fast and hard during orgasm – as the body demands build. The air slowly sucks through the small opening at the crotch but too slowly to fulfill my needs. My breathing is labored. The mask is sucked to my face with each tortured breath. I almost feel as though I may have gone too far. I feel light headed! I suck hard. I fumble with uselessly gauntlet-covered hands to try to get the tape loose! Finally an eternity later my thrusts subside, my breathing though labored is slowing slightly and I feel enough air is getting in for my life functions. I’m still panting hard and the extreme urge to rip the mask off, or at least to pull the bottom away from my head and suck in fresh air, remains. Knowing that I am getting air and recovering I hold my urge. I don’t want to break the seal on the mask if I can avoid it. It has become a battle of will…my desire to get free of the tight constriction and my desire to remain tightly sealed. It's amazing that in the panic of the moment I thought the tape removal was a better choice than just pulling back the mask.
I know I’ll take off the gas mask at some point over the next hours. It is the only part of my outfit that I can remove. But I intend to wear it for as long as I can during the next twelve hours.
I look at the lock box timer. It reads “0 days 11 hr. 58 min. 37 sec”. The whole first explosive lust lasted about one and a half minutes. That after feeling desire to rip the rubber off floods me but this time I cannot get out without tearing or cutting something. That’s the reason for the lock box. I’m totally trapped until the timer hits zero and that knowledge brings on renewed surging lust. My gosh!; just thinking about being completely encased with no control to get free is pushing me to new arousal in less than three minutes!
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