2/16/17 - Once Again into Heavy Rubber Depravity
I do not remember the reason, but wife is out for the afternoon with her sister for at least five hours. Yes. I had several hours and the heavy rubber suits called to me from their drawer. It is that Siren Song only a rubberist knows.
"I miss you. I want to surround you. I want to caress you. I want to heat your body. I want to carry you to those very heights and depths of heavy rubber ecstasy." Indeed the suits are living beings in the mind of a rubberist.
After putting on my first layer of a Hydroglove top with the Hydroglove wader (a modified bottom with added upper and shoulder straps) I turned on my video camera and webcam and worked at pulling on the gloriously heavy black full rubber fetish dry suit. The heavy rubber rolled in my hands. It's tarry blackness and silky feel beckoned for me to thrust my legs and body inside.
I sorted out the long legs and pushed my left foot into the black opening. Deeper into the dark my foot thrust. The foot slips into the attached boot with a loud plop. Next my right legs pushes into its place. I feel the thick rubber surrounding the Hydroglove sealed legs. I stand and work the hips and waist of the suit to my chest. Each arm pushes into the thick rubber suit. I get the shoulders up into place and settle the rubber suit before sitting and ducking my head through the shoulder zipper opening and into the hood.
I take a pause to enjoy the feel of heavy rubber all around me. My world is now defined by the thick rubber suit. I stand and pull my right hand up into the sleeve to keep the back taught enough to allow for closing of the watertight zipper. I use my left hand to grasp the lanyard and slowly begin to pull the zip closed. It closes and seal me inside completely.
Then the final touch - attaching a gas mask inlet opening to the rubber tube fitted into the crouch zip. The tube is sealed tightly in the opening. A wide rubber flap inside the suit provides for restriction of the very small gaps between the zip and the tube.
As I pull the mask over my head I am rewarded with the thick hot rubber air from inside the suit filling my nose and lungs. Now I am completely sealed in a rubber world. The suit begins to close about me as air is sucked from its interior region. This process reaches the point where breathing becomes difficult but not impossible. I have to take each breath slowly and carefully and I revel in my rubber world.
I begin to surf computer sites. I try the Rubber Pal Skype link but no one is there. I surf FetLife. I view videos. All the time I am hot and sweating inside my glorious layers of rubber. I finally need to succumb to my carnal desire and lay on the floor. Hard breathing and hot rubbery body are more than I can resist. I surrender completely and explode into the Hydroglove suit. The intensity of my eruption spreads from my thrusting member spreading through my entire body, filling me with incredible peace and fulfilled ecstasy.
I let my body tension release and resist the desire to rip off the mask. My breathing was almost suffocating as I exploded but I know fresh air is working into the suit - not much but enough and I feel my body responding. Not long after this first explosive cum I find myself on a plateau of anticipation. I am still feeling the need for aroused explosive desire.
I take to my FetLife page and pull up one of the Fetish Dynasty videos. It doesn't take long for my response to the rubber sex fun playing before my gas masked and hooded eyes. The two girls are having so much fun. They are so filled with rubber delight as they tease each other to ecstatic rubber lust!
I respond and cum a second time into my suits. My gas mask keeps my grunts and groans muffled while the girl's screams and giggles of lusting joy hide my own animal sounds from the camera mike as I explode.
After a short cool down it is time to leave my secure rubberized world. Reluctantly I disrobe and clean my gear. I already look toward my next chance to revel in rubber.
February 17: Rubber Fun and Outside Rubber Sunning
The Hydroglove suits go quickly over my body. I love these suits which were meant for someone smaller than my size so they fit me like a second skin. My condolences to the Sewell family and may Bill Swell rest in peace. I will miss his fine work.
I have taped the tubing for the gas mask into the convenience zip of the heavier outer suit. By now I'm very adept at donning this wonderful suit. My leg and foot wraps (sealed in plastic bags to keep fluid out) add bulk that create a very tight fit for the boots of the suit. The effort to stomp the feet fully into the boots adds to my dressing fun.
After pulling on gas mask with inlet attached to the tube passing inside the suit, I suck the hot rubbery aromatic air deeply into my lungs. The total rubber experience on all my senses is an assault on all five senses that my brain can not resist! Tight rubber on every inch of my body, massaging my skin with every tiny movement. The sound of sucking breathing in my ears. The wonderful smell of hot rubber as I suck air from the inside of my suit. I taste rubber as breathe through my mouth and I see through the gas mask lenses and watch the rubber videos on my television. No torture could be so complete and so sweet as sealed and locked inside a total rubber prison.
Then I fire up a German rubber "art" video and settle in for a nice rubbery session. Way too soon my slow arousal rapidly increases to urgent demand and I find I cannot keep from exploding into my suits. I want to hold back but my carnal desire, obviously still powerful despite the monster session yesterday, and I am pushed into a massive and explosive blast of cum. I thrust and strain as my entire body tenses and the powerful heat spreads out from my crotch as magma might explode from a volcano and flow down the side enveloping everything in its path with hot fiery fury. My fulfillment is complete but now I feel I've cum too quickly. My solution is a self-punishment of some sort.
I look outside. The sun is bright and warm. The outside temperature is a pleasant 75. I think the backyard might be a fine way to take a little sun. This is a first for me...daylight outside rubber. I stand at the patio door and watch the street on the other side of our fence. When standing any pickup truck, van, SUV or commercial truck can look as they pass and see into our yard. Though the fence will kind of block the view while sitting, when I'm standing and walking about I will be completely visible. Houses across the street have second floor windows but I feel comfortable the chance of someone looking out is low.
I steel myself and open the door. Waiting for a brief lull in traffic I step out and set up my camera. This must be recorded. I quickly settle into a lawn chair, turn on the video record and put on my gas mask. The hot sun has immediate impact. Sweat is pouring from my body. I feel the slippery rubber of the inner suit sliding and slipping as I move. I revel in hot warmth. I immediately feel an inner glow of peace. I am so completely sealed from the troubles of the world. Once I take the plunge and go outside I no longer fear or worry about being spotted. All cares strip from me as I slowly breathe in the even hotter air from the suit. I am in rubber bliss. I find I'm reaching a wondrous high in rubber. It is better than a drug. It is a euphoric nirvana that only a rubberist can understand.
I record the first five minutes or so of my peace and knowing the recording for the entire time will be pretty dull, I stop the recorder. Some time later, I feel my throat is parched and sweat still rolls from my hot rubberized body but I know I've been relaxing under the sun for some unknown time. I've zoned out a few times...had dreamy thoughts of rubber carnal knowledge. I've stretched and shifted - heavy rubber massaging and pulling at me with every move. My gas mask has fogged a little and my vision is even more restricted. I switch the camera on to record the last few minutes before I close out this part of my session and go back into the cool sanctum of the house.
I finally pull myself out of the chair and back inside I fill my water pitcher and drink a large quantity of water. I return to my room to finish out the session. I check the time and determine I have been outside about 20 minutes. The time seemed to pass so slowly, yet so quickly. I was completely lost to the concept of time as I lounged under the sun in hot rubber. I can understand the Siren Song aspect of my rubber passion...this is a life I can embrace for many hours - perhaps days at a time if given the right conditions.
I finally have to return to the vanilla world with all of its complications. Rubber surrender is an elixir of passion that never fails me. I admit - I am a total and unwavering rubberist...have been for many years and will be until the end of my days.
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