May 13, 2021 - Locked in Rubber Challenge

 Prelude to the challenge

It all kind of started as a fantasy.  I saw a Twitter site with interactive real time inputs for a rubber slave adventure.  The slave was locked in rubber for a minimum of four hours and depending on the like/view participation, the time locked could be doubled to eight hours.

I decided, I could not do the interactive live concept.  I also have been sealed and locked in rubber for almost 24 hours so I created a test I thought worthy of my previous endurance in rubber.  I decided to poll Twitter (X) users for a baseline time to be locked.  The poll provided three choices: 6 hours, 12 hours, more than 12 hours.  More than 12 hours carried the vote with 77 percent.

With that baseline length, I proceeded making the rules for extending the time beyond 12 hours.  It was pretty simple, Likes of the Challenge post added 5 minutes to the 12 hours, shares added 10 minutes.  The post was given 12 hours for responses and the maximum length was set at 36 hours.

May 11, 2021

Posted this on the Twitter Feed two days before the challenge day.  Been following my "Like" and "Retweet" count on the advertising session notification message on Twitter, @rbrbill. The tally ends in 12 (0800, CDT Wednesday) hours and the timer setting is up to 21 Hours 15 minutes. That is above the probable four hours in two suits before I finish with third suit and bondage straps. And I am tweeting two additional photos that count toward the tally Thursday morning. Those will only be up about four hours before I add the time from them. We shall see how I handle it. Sealed in rubber for so long should be heavenly rubber bliss.

I'll be one with rubber and rubber Drone conversion could be complete.

Drop by Twitter if you do it and see how I am doing.

Challenge Day, May 13, 2021, Locked in Heavy Rubber May 13-14

This entry is a little out of sequence but it is from my original entries on FetLife during the challenge.

I had been in two layers of heavy rubber since 10:30 AM. At 12:30. I finally got the last suit, the outer rubber drysuit closed. It took until 2:00 PM to get all the bondage straps placed and locked in an inescapable web of thick rubber. The imprisonment was complete.

I felt the need to follow the rules I made at the start of the exercise of surrender to both rubber and the unseen rubberists of Twitter. I had less than 40 followers so I challenged the Twitterverse - get to 100 followers and I set my Kitchen Safe to 12 Hours. I then posted four Tweets about my upcoming challenge with the ability for these unseen faces to increase the time, each Tweet "Like" meant five more minutes, each Retweet was worth ten more minutes.

The final tally resulted in a timer set for 29 hours. - 12 hours for over 100 followers and another 17 hours in "likes" and Retweets. Logic told me to include the time from 10:30 in the total, but passion beats logic when one is sealed in a couple of layers of heavy rubber. So the clock just went under 24 hours and it is 7:10 PM.

Now a little about the suits. Two I have owned for many years. One is an old Hydroglove replica Totes rubber drysuit. It was probably one of the last from Bill (Rest in Peace) before his untimely end. The suit has seen better days but I lovingly keep it repaired. It is a favorite to be sure, With my size the Hydroglove is nearly skin tight where it counts. It is very easy to het a water tight seal between the two pieces. Hydrogloves are very comfortable and the feel as it massages the body with each move is pure rubber ecstasy.

The other old suit is a Latex Catfish heavy drysuit. It seems to be a copy of a Black Style drysuit. It is a solid suit, It fits a little loose which for the stiff and thick rubber works. Being Chinese, it was reasonable for latex. I've heard the Catfish has gone down in quality and service lately, too bad as it was a good source of certain latex styles. I enjoy sealing in this suit and with the Hydroglove under, it made for a very good and erotic rubber experience.

Now I come to the third and newest suit. I ordered this suit in February from Studio Gum. It took almost three months for the suit to be finished and shipped, After what looked like an European tour, four cities in two weeks with one city seeing the suit twice, the suit finally got to the USA. I got the distinct feeling that every FedEx employee who touched the package knew what it was. As I picked it up, the counter guy said, "Hope you have fun with it, whatever it is."

And this morning the wife went out of town and by 10:30, I was sealed in two rubber layers. The Studio Gum suit is absolutely amazing, It's a perfect fit, not too tight or loose, just right. It's latex is supple and flows over my body. It almost feels like it is melding to me. It's hugging embrace is nothing I have found in latex. I so fell in love with this suit as it came alive and carried me to the depths of rubber depravity. I could have easily stopped with this layer but I still had the Catfish drysuit, the suit that allows my prothesis to be under rubber. So I had to put the third layer on, add the bondage and locks and now I am sealed for another almost 24 hours, even after being in latex for over eight hours.

I'm loving it!

Locked in Heavy Rubber May 13-14, Part Two - 0100, May 14 and beyond

Rubber is absorbing my very being. I an beyond any comprehension outside this rubber world I am consigned to live within for another sixteen hours. Sealed in rubber seemed such a wonderful and exciting idea. Yes, it is a very exciting idea. My mind so intensely dreamed of the results.

Now it is fourteen hours into the rubber conversion with seventeen to go before I release from this torture. Yes, pleasantly exciting torture but torture all the same. My entire body is rubber. My mind is rubber. I smell rubber, I taste rubber, I see rubber, I am rubber!

Just before writing these words, my zoning - I was zoning in that amazing mask with the Flex Seal tape covering the lenses. Strangely the Flex Seal allows a very low level of dark gray through - not really light, just a small amount of rubber filtered light - appropriate for a rubber drone convert.

Then I woke from a very erotic rubber themed dream and found myself urgently demanding a release!

The dream so vivid. I am walking in town in my heavy rubber enclosure. Air is sucking through the gas mask noisily, whoosh, whoosh...whoosh, whoosh. A beautiful girl approaches me. She looks at me, smiles.

"How wonderfully protected from the virus!" She exclaims with a squeal. Then her hands are all over me.

She touches every part of the rubber.

"So smooth, so shiny!"

And I wake to find myself laying on the bed, unmoving sealed in heavy pressing rubber. Sweat and other stuff inside my suits provides a natural lubrication for the rubber massage with each movement. The delicious feel arouses me, even after so many hours. I am closely reaching a point of no desire to leave this rubbery world! Total conversion into as close to a 24/7 rubber drone as possible! I see such a life as escape from any cares beyond serving rubber and receiving the rewards rubber provides.

Reaching for the Equalizer deep massage device I press the vibrating wand to my crotch. Even through three heavy layers, the vibrations from the device reach my aroused manhood. The position of the device at the base of my tool stimulates both my nuts and cock! A building volcano of lust heats my already hot body to a boiling rage delicately balanced on the edge of a dark abyss of demanding lust. In my arousal, I explode in a passionate release of rubber induced ecstasy as I fall headlong into the waiting rubbery void!

The carnal depravation of my rubber addiction is complete. I worship at the altar of some rubber deity. I drop the wand to my side - close by if another urgent release in passion wells inside me.

Sated, for now, my entire body relaxes and I fall into sleep. It is a rubbery sleep that skips along the edge of light and dark. I feel like I am just under the surface of a still lake - the water smooth as glass and I see light just above me. I think I am drowning but no, as I breathe, I taste and smell rubber not choking water - such a strange sensation.

I woke at about 11:00 in the morning and still seven hours to rubber release. I could really do nothing but wait. I was exhausted from my ordeal but not tired. I was hungry and swilled a protein drink. My dry mouth demanded my attention and I sucked down half a sports drink - filled it with water, diluting the drink and swilled more. I peed into my suits. Hot fluid gushing out into my crotch and adding to the fluids already in the suit. Even after so many times I've peed in the suits, each time is still erotic. The uncontrolled release of bodily function while trapped in inescapable rubber bondage can be very arousing. So far my other function has remained in control, but now with seven hours to go, I feel should an "accident" happen, I will manage to live with it until release time - I really have no choice and at this point my body and mind are so numb with rubbery aches and thoughts, I really have no concern beyond a shower, cleaning the suits and self.

Watched some TV, Played some Sudoku - very challenging in rubber - and Internet surfed until release time.

With one hour to go the urge to wand struck again. This time there was no dream, just the intense desire to cum one more time. The wand worked wonders and I slumped again as my passion left me limp. Next thing I remember before the lock box opened was a light slumber in my chair...rubber bliss completely satisfied until next time which comes sooner than later, perhaps by Tuesday.

When the lock box opened, I sat a few minutes.  A sudden desire surged inside me to jump on Twitter and report the 31 hours was completed but I would consider any replies suggesting additional lock time.

Well, I resisted.  I'll save a longer locked in rubber challenge for another time.