The shifting
fluid provides an amazing erotic feeling.
It is a cross between a light massage and the water jets of a spa. I know many rubberists prefer caths or some
sort of collection bag but for some weird reason, I really get off on knowing I
have no control of my body fluids and the rubber seals it all safely inside my
rubber world.
The kitchen
safe reads 1 day, 2 hours. That time
marks when I have access to the keys of the locks. The timer lock confirms the rubbery sentence –
26 hours and some minutes. Barring an
emergency, I can do nothing but revel in the feel of hot rubber – not all that
bad an experience for a lifelong rubberist, especially one who loves heavy rub total
enclosure.
This
adventure into rubberized depravity two weeks ago when the wife announced she
needed to take a trip to California and help a cousin. I knew my first chance at a long-term rubber session
in two years was coming. I fantasized in
bed of how I would complete the task of sealing in rubber bliss.
The two
suits from Knight rubber have waited much too long for a long and extreme session. The shoulder entry suit is snug. It was quite hard to dress but after
forty-five minutes, I completed the task.
The suit slid over my heated body as I rested before getting into the heavier
water proof suit. I bubbled with
excitement pulling the heavy rubber slowly onto my eager body. The hot sweat inside the first suit was
beginning to seep out. This second suit
handled the issue with ease. Nothing has
come out of the final rubber barrier. Getting into that was also challenging. My prosthesis leg had to be inserted; pulling
it up and keeping it up to work the suit to the shoulders took effort. I put a lanyard through the hood opening to
aid with getting the upper part properly settled. It worked and I was fairly quickly closing
the front zipper completing the seal.
Getting the
bondage system correctly connected as a single unit of interlocking rubber
straps making escape from the suits impossible took four hours. I designed it as a self-bondage system of
rubber bungee cords and D-rings. I didn’t
expect the hood I had on made seeing the rings to feed the cords pretty much
impossible. Three hours of frustration
and I was no closer to linking the three separate sections of cord into a
single binding harness requiring only three locks.
Briefly, the
system has a collar, a waist belt with through crotch straps and a central long
length of cord that connects through rings at the collar and belt and crisscrosses
the torso. Finally everything locked
after six hour and the stomach butterflies were raging as I set timers for 30
hours and pushed the engage buttons.
I’ve been posting some videos, did two live feeds on FB and just zoned out, letting th rubber carry my thoughts and dreams wherever it desired. It’s 12:30 PM, think I’ll drink a protein shake.
