Oct 5, 2020 - Sealed Again

October 5, 2020

Still catching up from the CoVid break

Well I did it again...sealed and locked in heavy rubber. I was sealed up for ten hours this time. Very exhausting to be under rubber the second time in a week.

I prepared by getting three bottles of sports drink and three bottles of a liquid meal - Soylent. I know it's a marketing thing and it caught my attention as I was getting the sports drink at the local Wally World.

So I sealed and locked myself in and settled down to serious rubber ecstasy. I made some videos. Did a few chats and just settled into a relaxing oneness with rubber. So many times I have extolled the virtues and my personal love for rubber on this page. Need I repeat myself? The complete surrender to wondrous rubber requires repeating. I want everyone to know the effect this material has on me. How else to describe how something so lifeless becomes alive and draws its strength from surrounding me as I draw strength from the amazing feel and massage of the living rubber?

Anyway, I drank some Soylent and a few hours later I started cramping. Not sure if the Soylent was the cause but I was locked and sealed in four rubber layers and no hope of opening locks for another two hours - timers do that. I had no choice but to let go. What came out was soft and mushy. There was enough to feel a squishy sensation about my butt. The feeling was actually not unpleasant. No point in dwelling on events...I now wondered just what I would find when I started removing the gear.

Since my gas mask is attached to a hose from the crotch of my outer suit, I thought some bad odors might happen but that isn't the case. I only inhaled the stale piss and other odors that are so common after several hours in rubber, though maybe a slight hint of mint-chocolate?.

Kept on keeping on and soon the accident was buried to the back of my thoughts but it still tickled me. When the keys finally were available I didn't open locks. I stayed in the suits another three hours as I delayed the inevitable.

Finally getting up the courage and the necessity of a cleanup I unlocked the bondage and opened the suit. I kicked the right boot loose while making sure the top remained inside the shower. I checked for anything bad in the left leg with my prosthesis. Just a good rinsing was in order and without much problem, I had the prosthetic leg out of the suit and drying outside the shower. Not too much of anything was in the outer suit but enough for a thorough rinsing out. Even the first inner layer had just a few funny spots and there was no odor to speak of. It smelled a little like mint - the flavor of the Soylent.

With shower running and water diluting everything inside the two inner layers, the mess pretty much ran down the drain. My right leg - the whole leg received the bulk of any stuff and was no worse for the exposure. So much for my concerns though had my accident been bigger, who knows what the resulting cleanup might be.

Thus ended another great rubber session with the wrinkle of an unexpected trip with scat play. It was just a small hint but I can see how such play appeals in a very basic and erotic way. I was helpless when the cramps began and knew, absolutely, that I was going to shit in the suits and nothing was going to stop it. It was total loss of control in the situation - submitting to the whims of my master, my own mind, and those locked straps holding me inside the suits.