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.

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?

  

03-01-2024, Heavy Rubber Session, Again....

 

March 1, 2024: Wife comes home March 10.  I see one more heavy rubber session possible before she arrives.  The intensity of the long session in early February has not faded but the urge to seal in the rubber suits and surrender to their hot embrace is irresistible.  

I overcome the trepidation of the six hours required to get fully enclosed in two suits and the bondage harness system.  The ordeal of getting into the suits only amplifies the need to stay sealed for many hours of rubbery pleasure.  These sessions approach epic proportions as rubber takes control of my mind.  I feel no need to ever exit this rubbery prison.  As past sessions, the surrender is complete.  The love of rubber consumes me.  I have no choice but to accept my fate.

This time, I take a short video after getting into the first suit. I put on my leg and do a short walk about with the prosthetic.

Now time to remove the leg, shoe and rubber foot so I can fit it inside he outer suit.  Once suit and boots are on I can walk pretty well.  The rubber hides so much. No skin shows. I am anonymous rubberized slave beholden to the strong smell and constant touch of rubber.  RRRUUUBBBBBEEERRR, draw out that word and revel in the power in wields over me.

 Help me but I love being sealed, totally enveloped, in this sensuous material.

The zoning mask is special.  Covered with Flexseal Tape, it allows a miniscule amount of low level light.  I did not know the tape allowed any light in but I have come to appreciate the dark gray view it provides, a perfect ask for reducing light to the minimum without total darkness.

Have to do a little rebreathing.  The whoosh of the breath is so erotic.  

The last 9 hours of the session was total exhaustion.  Total surrender to rubber is real and possible.  I used the Equalizer Body Massage tool to complete a final orgasmic act that left me totally spent and dead to the world beyond rubber.

A final video of this last few hours is available but quite boring.  I watched it and saw no movement from my rubberized body after I set the massage tool down.  I was truly so exhausted.  Rubber won,  Hours later my stiff body slowly pulled up from the bed.  The prospect of two hours getting out of gear almost defeated me - Could I have really just stayed in the rubber? I know that thought is absurd but I was really that close to believing 24/7 sealed in rubber was possible.

Addendum: Mar 6, 2024: Wife is staying at least until Mar 16 as she wants to visit her sister in San Diego.  That means........More Heavy Rubber!

02-04-2024, Heavy Rubber Total Enclosure, Part 2, getting dressed in extreme rubber

 

The wife is winging west.  She is off to California to help a cousin settle the home and prepare for selling it after her husband passed.  The passing was a year ago so time has helped with the mourning and getting on but now the house that family lived in for over 30 years needed to go on the market.  The memories of the house and sorting stuff is difficult and wife provides an amazing support service for a difficult task.

I do not wait long to work on my own support mechanism to cope with being alone at home.  It's my reliable journey into rubber which has comforted me for sixty years.  Sixty years I have turned to rubber for erotic arousal and hot passion.  Hard for someone to understand how clothing made from heavy rubber holds such an attraction on me.

Yes, I have related my journey in earlier entries in the effort to build the story of my ever-increasing lust for rubber, yet knowing what the last three weeks have been still surprises me with the intensity, the power of rubber. the building excitement leading to explosive release and the slow drift into zoning relaxation, aware that my hot and sweaty body will remain locked in the heavy suits many more hours.

I dropped the wife at the port at 2:30 in the afternoon.  Took a quick trip to WalMart for sports drink and liquid protein drinks.  Quickly to home and putting out the gear.

  Took until 5:00 to get everything set up in the bedroom, stripped and pulling my inner suit onto my right leg.  The shiver as I felt cool, smooth rubber sliding up my leg filled my thoughts with rubber loving lust for the next many hours.

The tools of heavy rubber toral enclosure. Two suits, the shoulder entry suit that is 0.7 mm thick.  There is a little stretch in this suit and it hugs my body very closely. It weighs a little over three pounds. The second suit is the outer layer, a little bit looser (not by much) 1.0 mm thick rubber front entry/water tight zip. This suit weighs seven pounds.  The suits have thick socks so add the cut off legs of the old Latex Catfish dry suit as hip boots that reach to my crotch.

Gas mask selection for heavy rubber total enclosure.

It took an hour to get the shoulder entry suit on and settled on my body.  Part of the slow process was having sweat form inside to help lubricate the two skins so the suit would work into the final position against me.

The challenge of the second suit almost beat me. It took over three hours of struggle getting the suit on.  I tugged, I pulled.  I dropped to my knees and leaned on the bed.  I put a lanyard through the neck opening to help with pulling the opening over my shoulders to grab from the front.  Even that aid made slow progress.  The suit doubled on itself but hard pulls, lots of sweat gathering under first suit and perseverance eventually freed the suit and the top came over the shoulders!  A short break then pulling the zipper closed and I was sealed in two heavy rubber layers.

After another short rest, I started getting the bondage system over the rubber suits,  Three straps made from bungee cord tiedown straps. Once in place and locked, the bondage is one connected system with collar, waist/crotch belt and chest straps connecting the two together. System was complete and locked at midnight.

Session to continued...

02-14-2024, Valentine's Day and my Sweetheart is in California

 Yes, she is still out of town.  I called and we exchanged Valentine greetings then too soon the call was over.  The emptiness of being so many miles away might fill the mind with all sorts of bad thoughts or desires.  I choose to seal my body and mind in rubber.

The suit I choose is a very heavy front entry dry suit.  Thick and heavy rubber will imprison my body and thoughts in its warm interior.  Sweat will wash away any ill feeling I might have in being alone this day.

So I settle in for a few minutes of rubbery bliss.  At this point I am not sure if I will sleep in the suit but if I do - sweet rubbery dreams and good night.

02-24-2024 - Rubber Sleep Time - Sweet Rubbery Dreams

 

Wife still in California helping with relatives so I took a cozy journey into rubbery dreamland.  Just a simple single suit and hood for a night in rubber bliss.  Sleep was slow in coming but I managed to finally get a few light sleep/zoning minutes during the night.  

Total rubber enclosure is an experience hard to imagine and when tried hard to ever forget.  If one has never done this activity, a description is not enough.  Imagine hundreds, thousands of fingers lightly touching every inch of the body.  Each move elicits a subtle massaging response.  The rubber becomes a living object that responds to every move.  It pulls at the skin then as sweat forms lips and slides in the most exquisite way with each move.

The constant responses to your slightest moves, your breathing, a twitching hand - every move invokes a feedback of erotic pleasure on the skin.  Skin is the largest organ on the body.  Many do not understand the interconnectivity of each part of the skin, the hands connected to the feet, arms to the legs, every move and touch responding with messages to the brain. Now add rubber covering everything and imagine to sensory overload on the brain.  That is total enclosure in skin-hugging rubber from head to toe and everything in between.

Add a mask and the dreams can begin i earnest.

Sealed in heavy rubber: Part 1 (Part 2 details dressing session)

 

Feb 4, 2024, 11:35 AM - I’ve been sealed in rubber for since 1:40 this morning.  I am wearing two heavy weight rubber suits, one is shoulder entry, the second suit is a heavy suit designed after a drysuit with water proof zippers.  Even now sweat and piss are sloshing around in the lower part of the suits but there is no leakage.

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.