Sleep Sack and Body Bag Times

 In the mid-1990's SOA developed a solo sack which I just had to have.  This heavy latex sleep sack had an internal zipper and breathing holes at face level.  Because of my height and size (6' 7" and 275 pounds), I took some measurements to have a custom sack long enough for me to stretch out fully and snug enough to enjoy the tight press when sealed inside the sack while wearing two or three catsuits.

I came to love that sack.  I had many sessions with the sack.  The down side, as I discovered, was I had control of my element.  I could never figure out a way to force myself to stay in the sack more than fifteen minutes.  Left to my own devices, I could never will myself to keep the sack closed.  I realized I could never sleep in it, I was just too aroused.  That sack was nice and added variety to my total enclosure activities.  I did record a session once with my home video camera.  The resulting VHS tape showed me struggling inside the sack, getting obviously closer to sexual gratification and finally using my hands to finish off, laying still a few minutes before pulling the zipper open.   Sadly, the video didn't survive as VHS tape media was replaced with digital media and I failed to make a conversion.  The sleep sack was fine but I continued searching for a means of achieving even better self-bondage.

In September 2002, I stumbled onto another enclosing method, one that might provide a more difficult escape.  This is when I found the military body bags located in a base warehouse I had access to during my reserve duty.  There was a little hint of the macabre that provided an added thrill to these bags.  Of course they were new but the idea of their purpose did send funny thrills up the back.  I couldn't help taking one for my personal use.  Amazing what something new in rubber can encourage.

By reversing the bag, the heavy zipper was accessible from the inside.  The carry handles, being inside as well, provided perfect tie points for self bondage.  I planned to cut a "X" slit near the head of the bag which would allow me to push a gas mask hose through from the inside and screw a filter onto the hose.  Tightening the filter to the hose flange would seal  the opening tightly.  The zipper was virtually airtight because of its primary purpose so when sealed inside the bag, wearing the gas mask was the only means of getting fresh air to breathe.  

I was staying in base quarters for the drill weekend.  Of course, I had to try out the bag as soon as I got to my quarters.  

I also grabbed a pair of heavy rubber gloves the government uses for pots and pans washing.  These were black gauntlets with long eighteen inch cuffs.  I had a plan to use the gloves as part of my "inescapable" bondage in the bag.

I took ten cable ties from the Prime BEEF work bench and a pair of scissors, those heavy government ones with black handles.  The scissors would be back in the office next day.  I also grabbed six lengths of tent rope.  All of these items figured in my plan.

Since I drove to the drill, my full collection of rubber was with me.  At this time, I had four catsuits, a wader suit, three hoods, and an Israeli gasmask with an attached corrugated hose and filter. 

A photo from the Internet of the body bag type I took from the warehouse

Once in my room, I spread the bag on the bed.  I reversed the bag so the zipper tongues, and the carry handles were inside.  The inside of the bag was the same green rubberized coating as the outer surface. Since the rubber layers sandwiched heavy canvas, there was no stretch to the bag.  When laid out, the bag was about eight feet long and about three feet wide, a perfect fit for my 6' 7" body.

I cut the slit for the gas mask hose, fed the hose from the inside of the bag through the hole and screwed the filter on the hose.  I put the mask inside the bag against the edge.  

I pulled on one short molded hood, and the two hoods with zips.  All of the hoods were of fairly light latex but the outer most hood had a skirt that tucked into the catsuits. Now I set about dressing in my suits.  The first suit was the very thin latex front zip suit with the open hood and attached gloves.  I pulled on the Darkside Creation catsuit (with attached gloves) on and closed its shoulder zips.  Then I climbed into the backzip suit and carefully pulled the zipper up.  I had learned from experience that the zipper sometimes snagged on the latex so any stoppage had to be quickly reversed and shifted.

I put on the second shoulder entry suit, a medium weight suit like the backzip suit, and closed the shoulders.  The four suits meant I had about 1.9 mm of latex on my body.  I decided to go all the way and added the wader suit with its gloves.  This meant I was sealed in 2.5 mm of rubber with some air trapped between layers.  Movement was difficult but not impossible and with each move, the latex responded with the most erotic caress/massage of my entire body.  Of course I had no plans of any major exercise or walking.

I checked the fit of the gloves I brought from the warehouse.  They were snug but they slid on.  Once on, my hands were virtually useless, just what I wanted. I attached each glove loosely in the bag at its center handles with cable ties.  I looped a length of tent rope through the top handles.  I put  rope through each handle at the "bottom" of the bag.  I climbed into the bag.  With some difficulty, I was able to use the rope to tie the boots to the handles at my ankles,  basically creating a light bondage of my legs in the bag.  I put the scissors inside the bag below one glove cable tied earlier to a handle.

I pulled the lower zipper up closing the bag to my waist.  I laid down in the bag and pulled the zipper the rest of the way to meet the second zipper tongue above my head.  Reaching above my head I found each end of the rope above my head.  I looped the rope ends under my shoulders and pulled the ends across my chest.  I tied the rope ends with a square knot.

I pulled on the gas mask and tested the airway.  The comforting whoosh-whoosh filled my ears.  I tasted the filtered air in my mouth.  The breathing system worked perfectly.  At this point I was in complete darkness inside the bag.  Only touch and feel would guide me during the rest of the session.

Now for the final act - the act that would complete the bondage.  My stomach fluttered, my heart pounded.  My breathing quickened, whoosh-whoosh...whoosh-whoosh.  My cock stirred deep beneath the rubber layers.  I pushed my left hand into the glove attached to the bag handle.  I pulled the cable tie more snuggly around my wrist.  The left hand was "locked" inside the glove.  I reached across my chest with the left hand.  The movement pulled the bag against my side but there was just enough play for the hand to touch the right edge of my rubbery body.  Just to be sure of a future, albeit difficult escape, I pushed my right hand into the other glove attached to the bag, picked up the scissors and tested using the scissors to slide under the left hand cable tie.  I didn't close the scissors to cut the tie but assumed it would work later.   

Confident of the results, I put the scissors back down below the right glove.  I put the right hand glove up to the left hand and by touch found the end of the cable tie at the wrist and pulled it tighter.  I tested the results and the right hand was also now "locked" inside the long gauntlet.  

My arousal immediately surged!  I had finally reached the nearest to complete loss of control of my situation.  I was slick with sweat.  My breathing grew faster, I rubbed my thighs with the hands.  Inner thigh and crotch tingled noticeably.  I lifted my torso and moved against the rubber skin.  The rubber massaged my chest.  Even under five rubber layers, I knew nipples were hard.  I thrust inside and felt my tool rubbing rubber under the layers.  It straightened out between the crease of my left leg and torso.  I thrust and moaned in my lust.  I reached heights of passion I seldom achieved since that first rubber encounter in Kentucky.  I actually replayed that time in my mind and I let out a monster groan/shout and exploded.  I pumped and groaned, moaned and pumped and knew I was emptying my very soul into the rubber suits.  I surrendered to the rubber altar; my legs were so weak, had I been standing I would have collapsed in my ecstasy!

I slowly started a recovery process but because I was so bound and locked in rubber, I could not just rip the gear off.  This realization brought a new surge of lust through my entire body.  The tingling arousal returned quicky and I felt another building surge.  This time sweat and cum created an easy sliding of my phallus and I was again grunting and groaning with carnal desire.  This time the explosion slowly built like a volcano before erupting and spreading over my entire body.  I realized I held my breath for many seconds right at the apex of the orgasm.  I panted hard and sucked the filtered air as best I could.  Now I lay still and lust reveled in the rubber aura around me. Two spontaneous explosion in one session was a first and I needed to savor the moment as long as possible.  I actually dozed lightly from my sensual exertions.  

Some time later I stirred.  I was thirsty, my throat dry. But more urgently, a THIRD erection was demanding attention!  This time required my rubbing of the crotch.  The bag would have been an amazing thing to see!  I'm sure it was alive around me as I worked my desire and spewed one last cum.

Now totally exhausted and aching from my extreme session, I reached for the scissors but they weren't below the right glove.  I had no idea where they had gotten to in my exertions!  Had they slipped under me?  In the dark and with thick layers of rubber on my hands I could feel almost nothing.  Had my writhing body movements pushed the things toward the bottom of the bag?   

"Don't panic", I told myself. 

"Those scissors are large and heavy," I told myself.  "Easy to find."  

The rope at my chest didn't help.  I could not lift my body in a sitting position to reach down and feel around the legs.  So I felt and felt some more.  This time the urgent feeling of being sealed in my fate until a housekeeper showed up in the morning was just too much - a FOURTH arousal resulted and broke my escape desire as the more depraved demand for rubber lust pushed into my head!  

No grunts or groans this time and very little tensing or spasming of my body.  I was fairly well spent but I felt the weak squirts of a fourth cum from my aching tool.  I lay there in the bag thoroughly exhausted again.  Oddly my right hand sitting at my side touched something hard...the scissors perhaps?  I carefully felt through thick rubber layers and confirmed I was touching the working end of the scissors.  They must have slid out from under me during the last movement during the orgasm or maybe I had just missed them earlier.  Carefully I found the handle, lifted them over my chest and grabbed the blades in the left hand.  Firmly holding the blades, I carefully pushed my thumb and finger into the handle.  I let go of the blade, opened the scissors and pushed one blade between the cable tie and the glove.  Cutting the tie was not effortless.  In fact, I kind of had to saw the blades on the thick plastic and even worried I might not get the thing cut but after some effort - an eternity - under the circumstances, the tie popped loose and I could pull the left hand out of its gauntlet.

The rest of my release from the bag went fairly quickly and I was soon climbing out of it.  I looked at the clock to see the entire session, which began a little after five PM had extended to after midnight! 

I pulled the wader suit off but was so tired, I just hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign and collapsed on the lounge chair in the room.  I didn't really sleep but drifted in and out of what I now call zoning until morning.  This was the first time I had explored, discovered and appreciated the incredible bliss and satisfaction of extended rubber enclosure.

I never used cable ties again with this bag.  Any future use involved putting the heavy gauntlet gloves through the carry loops, fingers toward the head then twisting the handhold loop so the glove opening was accessible after laying down in the bag.  The hands could still slide into the gauntlet with difficulty and once in the gloves were much more difficult, but not impossible,  to pull out.  This was much safer for solo activity, but only created an illusion of lost control in bondage.  I never achieved the same result as the first time using the cable ties, thus a less satisfying and thrilling session resulted.  The bag also was so heavy and bulky, I could only use it at places where I drove my car.  This limited its use to military training (five times a year) or disasters in Washington or Oregon.  

   Relaxing in a lounge chair while in four catsuits