Oct 2-9, 2020 Finally Back into Rubber

2020 - Prelude: COVID!

We all know what happened.  Wife Philippine trip in May was cancelled.  The world hunkered down.  All life seemed on hold as we waited, waited...

Then a trip back east in October left me alone with all my rubber!

Oct 2-3, 2020: Nineteen Hours in Rubber

It's been a long year for just about everyone. I had so much negativity and bad thoughts rattling around in my head, I concluded that October would begin with a celebration in rubber and a cleansing of the mind that only rubber meditation can cause.

As usual, I started with my Hydroglove suits. They still work. The first suit went on quickly and I felt the cool rubber warm to my skin. Its caress was so welcome. The second layer was the pants of another Hydroglove suit. These help to compress the rolled seal of the first suit and improve the watertight integrity. I now add another Hydroglove item - was once the rubber waders but the legs got too damaged so I customized by cutting the legs off, making a wrestler suit.

The prosthetic leg over rubber suit

Everything was ready for the Catfish heavy rubber drysuit. I considered myself sealed in all layers at about 7:00 PM, Friday. I worked with my bungee cord bondage system for another 45 minutes. Hot work inside rubber layers and sweat was soon flowing freely. Sweat dripped from under my hoods and occasionally stung an eye. All inconveniences that one accepts when sealed head to toe in rubber layers.

Finally at about 8, I could say I was sealed and locked. My new bungee cord arrangement took a while to get right but I was very satisfied with the results. It makes a snug fit from neck through the crotch and across the chest and waist. The photos and videos show it pretty well.

With that I settled into a night of heavy rubbering fun and excitement. I did several live video takes on Facebook (Bill Leytecks for anyone interested) and took camera shots and videos which I posted here and of the FB. I enjoyed the occasional chats that I had. I frequently pointed out that as a little bit of a sub, I would be open to anyone wishing to give a time setting for my kitchen safe lock box. I zoned (slight doze) several times. I did gas mask games, rebreathing games - my rebreather amounts to a bag on a short hose attached to a modified (exhaust port sealed and inlet valve removed) Israeli gas mask with about a 3/8 inch hole cut into the attached tube. When I go 100 percent rebreath, I just put a finger over the hole. If anything were to happen, the finger releases and the hole is open...so far I have never reached that level of danger.

Zoning and Enjoying Sealed in Rubber

At one point I used my very "industrial strength" massage device to have some proper stimulation. I placed it under the bungee straps so it would stay seated against my suit at just the right spot. Adding the rebreathing mask made an incredible and erotic time. I loved the stimulation and video caught it...I reached a high plateau of arousal, teetered on the edge of carnal satisfaction for seemed forever and finally with a slight shift in my position, exploded with pent up rubber lust.

I zoned some more. I was happy to say that nothing had seeped from the suits. Ten hours passed, still the lock box unset...twelve hours and after another zoning time, I went out to the front room and rode my exercise bike. I planned for ten minutes and only made it about three minutes before I had to stop - breathing hard in the gas mask. After fourteen hours someone finally suggested setting my box another two hours. That done I knew I was sealed until at least sixteen hours or about 11:00. Zoned again for a short time, it was getting close to 11:00, Saturday morning and the box safe opened. Chats became more frequent as Europe was coming on line. I was having fun, catching a second surge of rubber desire and thinking, "I'm not ready to leave the security of my rubbery world".

I couldn't quit my rubber! Yes I remained sealed until almost 1:00 PM. Finally and quite reluctantly I started the process of returning to the harsh reality of the regular world.

A complication in getting the pull lanyard I use to open the shoulder zipper of the outer suit created a bit of concern - I've learned early that panic isn't good - there was no way I would cut the suit. Fact is when I put the suit on, the lanyard didn't come loose from the pull strap correctly so I had cut it. No problem except the remains of the lanyard held the pull strap in a way I couldn't get the repaired lanyard through the strap loop. I struggled for fifteen or more minutes. Just couldn't get the critical loop opening...maybe a wire hanger could work. Found one and set about devising some way to get the lanyard into the loop. How many have ever tried to do something looking in a mirror? Finally the hanger got just a little into the loop but it was obvious that too much movement required I find some other way to stabilize the parts of the game. Used one of those reacher things to push the strap further down the bent hanger - again, mirror work is just pure fun - not!

Sweat was pouring from me. Contortions in three rubber layers made great exercise but did little to advance the cause. Finally, I got the hanger in the strap and through enough to work with some fix. It didn't take long to see the lanyard had to be hooked to the hanger and the hanger remain in the loop. Using the improvised hanger/lanyard pull rope, I was able to slowly work the zipper open. I would hold the lanyard tight the shift my shoulder against the strain on the zipper. Each move opened the zipper about 1/2 inch, then it would be 1 inch then finally a point on the zipper when the heavy watertight zipper finally allowed pulls of 2 or more inches and I was able to get it fully open.

I pulled the suit over my head and sat, exhausted from the effort. But I was free, well free to get out of three rubber layers.

Got into the shower and sitting on my shower chair kicked the good leg out of the suit. One last hitch, my spare prosthesis I use for my suit was stuck. The release pin must have gotten jammed at some point! What else could go wrong? I had a pair of vice grip pliers in the room but not in reach. The right leg was half out of the suit. My wheel chair nearby so I was able to get out to the chair and to the pliers without much trouble.

The pliers did the trick, the release button worked and I only had to get the leg out of the prosthesis. Easier said than done...the stuff on the leg, folded suit legs and a thin compression sock made working the leg off quite hard but possible.

Finally something went right. There was no stuff inside the outer suit. It was dry. The inner suits held all the sweat and piss safely inside. The rest was easy and the final clean up and drying of the gear remained, still several hours of work, but that could wait for my shower.