Saturday, March 9, 2024

March 8 - 9, 2024: Once Again Sealed in Rubber

Interim Report for posterity, 1700 - March 8



0600, CST, San Antonio: The overwhelming urge to seal in rubber hit this morning. It smacked me like a truck, no slow desire this time. It is a raw latex demand, an "in your face" latex rubber desire. I needed to bury my soul in black rubber...heavy black rubber.

Preparations went smoothly; I pulled the shoulder zip suit on and was overed in he first layer of 0.7 mm latex a little before 9:00 AM. My body warmed to the second skin. Rubber shifted and slid over my body as sweat lubricated the interface between rubber and skin. The massaging rubber came alive, living rubber pushing my arousal center into higher gear.

The mind is a complex thing. In my case, I still wonder occasionally what a different path may have wrought. Such minor, even random turns in life that brought me to this time, this place and this desire for rubber. 

A pink rubberized raincoat - what was that initial attraction to this coat? I theorize many reasons - protection; the smooth outer shell; shiny pink fabric; or just my older sister's coat. I mean how does a three year old mind fit a concept of overwhelming desire into a pink rubber coat?

The hip boots at four years old were much easier to grasp. Putting those long black boots that reached all the way to my crotch were sure to stimulate my winky and bring good feeling spreading over me. Again the actual feelings were alien to a little boy, but that feeling was irresistible.

That is as far as I psychoanalyze my rubber lust. Safe to say 68 years later I have journeyed from a pink raincoat to this. 


A big rubbery wave to anyone stumbling into my rubber word. 

Getting into the second suit became quite the challenge. One of the lanyards dropped inside the suit. I didn't know that and the difficulties almost bested me. I put the prosthetic leg into the suit, then the left boot, as usual. The stump slid easily into the waiting leg and mated with the prothesis perfectly. In fact I get the suit up to my waist with ease.

The struggle came with the upper half of the suit. I tugged and pulled, stood and pulled, fell to the floor by the bed, laid across the bed, got wedged between bed and walker with right leg twisted under me - I almost didn't get out of that jam. After more than an hour, exhausted and sweat flowing off my brow, I took a water break and rested to restore strength.


There I sit, open suit draped across me and just about out of ideas. This is about the time I realized one of my two lanyards passing through he neck opening was inside the suit. I could feel it pulling back when I leaned forward. My strategy had to change. Many twists and turns later, the back side of the opening was finally at my shoulders but I still had to get the opening to the front so I could grab the zipper.

Laying across the bed again, butt between bed and floor, I pulled on the one lanyard still available. The suit slowly shifted up my back. Each tug and squirm inched it closer to the top of my shoulder. A quick breath catch, getting so close; cannot stop now. One final pull and I grabbed the back of the suit and was finally able to tuck my head inside. Success!

Another breather and pulled hood off to get cool sir on my face. The rest refreshed me and made putting on the bungee cord bondage system very easy.


As I type, it is nearly 1900. I have been sealed in at least one rubber layer ten hours. The struggles getting into the second suit seem distant at this point for I am surrendering to heavy rubber.

0245, 03-09-2024

I am still here.  The timers ae down to 6 hrs 36 min. Been an amazing rubber day. I chatted with a friend from Asia. We talked quite a while about shared experiences in rubber. I met a Mistress and we exchanged messenger for about two hours. Posted lots of videos from my phone and the compute. I swilled a gallon of  water and peed even more. Stuff is sloshing around my ankle and lower leg on he right side and the thigh of the left. It's the last leg, barring any changes as 0900 is in reach. I still feel one with rubber. Rubber is ruling me even now. There is a place deep inside me that tempts me with thoughts of setting the timers again. 

I used the Equilizer at about 0300. The relief was much needed. The usual desire to get out of the suits didn't happen, not that it could be acted on. I settled into some slot machine games I play to complete daily tasks for extra credit. These activities really did little to alleviate the early morning boredom when the Internet is not very active. 

The early morning hours drag. Soon some Europe folks may be stirring but who knows. This is the slow time of day. The Pacific regions aren't all that populated. Maybe I should zone out for a bit. Quiet relaxation time in rubber is good for the soul.

Zoned a little over an hour. he Equilizer carried me to the clouds and rain one more time before I zoned. Exhaustion and I dozed lightly. Sweat and stuff fills the legs of my suits. I can hardly lift my legs to get off the bed. Still almost five hors before the locks free keys.



On the final stretch of my 24 hours of heavy rubber. The thing is, I'm not sure I want to quit my rubber world. It is amazing how rubber clings to you, penetrates your very senses and takes over the very center of the body. It's a subtle thing, like raising the heat in a pot of water; before you know it the rubber has control. The rubber rules your very existence from the moment you close the locks and even as the end nears, the rubber influences your decision to leave the erotic environment rubber created for you.

This is the quandary waiting for every rubber lover at the end of every rubber session. Eventually, life goes on and rubber loses but when nothing else matters and rubber has control...what do I do?


  



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