I expect this is the last heavy rubber session for a while. Wife called this afternoon and told me she wanted to come home on Easter. Yes I checked and was able to change her reservation at no cost. Me being sealed in rubber and waring a hood made the conversation a bit unusual. I certainly relished the situation, me sealed and locked in rubber layers and she on the other end totally unaware of my rubberized condition.
I always find such irony in my adventures a surprise diversion. Who would think I was carrying a perfectly normal chat with wife, setting up het new flights and returning her call to let her know the change was done while pleasuring my body in rubber layers.
I decided to make this session a grand finale. I set the timers to be sealed for 30 hours. As I type, the countdown is at 14 hours 30 minutes remaining. Past halfway and feeling that oneness with rubber as the suit absorb my very being and convert me into a rubber disciple. The other complication is the timer lock stopped working. Helpful commenters tell me it will never open. Guess I will forever be locked in my suits, truly becoming a 24/7 rubber gimp. That's the fantasy, reality is only two straps are locked with the lock and I can easily cut the "escape" ties. Still the idea of permanent residence inside these heavy suits is a fun condition to contemplate.
It only took two hours to get the outer suit closed today. Needless to say, the easier sealing in the suits was a blessing. I allowed more time to the session by stating with the closing of he second suit, not the first suit as is normal. I added, doing this start point, two hours to he time in rubber.
Putting a label on my suit added some variety to the session. Some folks liked the tag, "Heavy Rubber Addicted Slave". That is what I become every time I suit up.
I removed my gas mask while talking with wife but not my hood.
This deep dive into my rubber passion is memorable. I do not believe I have ever gone so deeply into the fetish of rubber. It strikes me as a multisided ritual. Rubber fetish is not a singular focus on an object. Latex often enhances the sexual experience and does not necessarily replace the act. I learned hat I acquired subset desire as spin offs of latex and rubber. adding bondage and water seem to be natural extensions of rubber. My distaste to urinating became erotic pleasure over time. Breathing in heavily urine and rubber scented air from inside my suit added more excitement to my arousal and desire. Longer and longer sessions with this 30 plus hours in rubber marathon is a test of my limits in rubber and a testimony to my heavy lust for shiny latex and rubber.
The timer ticks off the seconds so slowly. It is that time of the evening when almost no one here to share and chat. I find time to reflect on the session but this session has a certain finality in it as I know the suits will be put away soon. I know that the length of the time in rubber will sate me and exhaust me equally. for
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