Reflections of The Last Four Weeks with Unrestrained Rubber Access

During this time of unlimited ability to enjoy full rubber pleasure requires some post-session observations. At my point in life, heavy rubber is not easy to pursue, especially in a solo situation. The logistics is fairly easy, the execution much harder. Plans include remembering hydration and liquid nourishment supplies. Since I do not catheterize or have the ability to make any "medical preparations", my time comfortably in rubber is limited. The maximum time I've ever sealed in rubber is 32 hours. I did that over two years ago. Because of my approach, I accept I will urinate inside the suits. My gear accommodates this event, being completely watertight when fully closed. 

A little on urination; I accidentally fell into this aspect of fetish as an offshoot my heavy rubber total enclosure activity. As I desired longer and more intense rubber experiences, I eventually found myself pissing in my suits. The aversion to that first piss became an erotic bonus as the hot gush spread out from my crotch to slowly run down my legs and settle at my feet. After the first time, it was easier to, after holding as part of the adventure and feel, let go a long gush and fill the feet even more. 

When I first started doing these "water sport" games, I owned five different catsuits with different zipper placements - front, back and shoulder zips. The front zip suit was my first suit against the body and I added duct tape to help seal the opening. I always liked two or three rubber layers but adding a fourth or even fifth became a normal process and my accidental discovery in thicker rubber. None of the suits were waterproof but combined provided enough protection and barriers to keep fluid from getting to open air.

This photo was taken in early 1990's. The old first layer suit had much heavy wear, many repairs and the duct tape really did damage too, but it was always under outer suits so looks meant nothing while feel and fluid holding properties were priority. This suit was also made of fairly thin latex and its attached open hood kept fluid from seeping out when laying down. 

Return to 2024, I'm almost 30 years older than the above photo, my love of rubber remains strong, maybe even stronger. My opportunities to plunge into rubber are fewer and further between so each chance results with more concentrated and intense sessions. My taste for heavy rubber and very long sessions replaced sessions of 12 or less hours. My session now are always 12 or more hours. This is the result of the length of time just getting geared up. Sometimes I struggle two or three hours just getting the heavy outer suit on, partly because of the thickness (and resultant lack of elasticity), partly because my process has not been refined because of few uses; mostly because suits like mine really need help to put on and I choose to go solo.

It took less than an hour to get this suit over my hips, an hour later this is the progress with the suit. I rested several minutes. Working the back side of the opening up my back is a challenge of gained inches. Shifting the body, shrugging shoulders, leaning left and right while spreading arms to the limits of the opening; the lanyard through the neck opening is the key. Once I grasp it and flip it over the shoulder I can squat at the bed, lay the chest over the bed and tug, Each tug pulls the back further up until it finally hooks over a shoulder. Success is grabbing the back of the opening and lifting it over my head. It's amazing how easily the suit falls into place at this point - wish getting it to this point were easier!

All closed up and needing air to cool the face.

Yes, after such struggle the payoff has to be huge and with almost unlimited time to enjoy the heavy rubber hugging my body, no wonder the rubber encasement inside the suits can last twenty or more hours. This time involves lots of Internet surfing, sending out updates on the session with photos to three different social media platform and just enjoying the heavy resistance of rubber with every move. 

I zoned out about three or four hours once in early morning  (2 AM or so) when most of the world is also asleep. That vast empty space in the Pacific Ocean typically has little rubber activity. Then around 5:00 AM here, Europe starts waking up. Depending on the day, I get many likes and comments on the posts already on my media. The occasional message comes in and a little chat ensues. 

Between the activity, I add notes and observations to my journal or blog. In the grand scheme of the world, I reflect and marvel at my journey to this place as one of the very rare people who revels in being sealed in rubber. I meditate on why I am sitting in front of a computer screen inside ten pounds of heavy total rubber enclosure at 3:00 AM. By 5:00 AM, the end of a 24 hour session is in sight. 

0515, 24 hours in rubber finish at 0900

Only four hours to go, the session is reaching a destination. What started as a distant goal with vague expectations but great anticipation reaches a time of reflection and review of the total immersion in rubber that accentuates the times of extreme rubber worship and extreme rubber surrender. The deep and dark abyss of rubbery bliss calls me to leap from the edge into the uninhibited lust of carnal rubbery rapture! During the 24 hours, I edged on a verge for many hours, waiting for some trigger to turn pent-up desire on a slowly rising plateau into physical release. Twice I reached the magical and too brief destination in the clouds. Twice I exploded my lust deep inside the sealing suits. Twice that secret moment between living body and living rubber joined in releasing my passion. Twice I shook in muscle tensing rapture and had that rush of desire to escape and twice my rubber prison mocked me with a resounding, "You're locked for the duration". But now my body is spent. I can hardly lift the right leg that is filled to the knee with sweat, piss and cum. the left leg has no such burden as it is the prosthetic. 

I breathe in a rich mixture of rubber, piss and sweat from the tube sealed to the convenience opening on the dry suit. Actually the tube has a wide piece of rubber tucked inside that almost seals the opening completely - a small amount of fresh air is sucked into the suit with each breath allowing continuous breathing of the mixture with no threat of asphyxiation. 

0845, 15 minutes before lock box and timer lock open

An exhausted rubber object now waits quietly for the locks to release.  I have no plan to push beyond the 24 hours set at the beginning of the session. I only want to get out of my prison and clean up. Maybe the next time I set the locks for a longer time or I set the locks again at the end of the first cycle depending on my strength and desire for additional rubber unity.