Feb 4, 2019: Finally! Back in Rubber

 

Prelude/Anticipation

Dec 28, 2018 -

This is my plan for my next rubbery session. I will start by putting on one of my Hydroglove drysuits, the left leg of the suit taped or glued snug to my stump. Add a second Hydroglove shirt with the Hydroglove chest waders, again the lower left leg taped to be snug. Then I'll put on my rubber sleeve that the prosthetic leg fits on. Put the prosthesis foot into the left leg of my heavy rubber fetish drysuit. Put the leg on and put good leg into suit. I can then pull the suit up and put it on normally...get all sealed up, gas mask and my Bungee cord harness. Lock everything up and put the keys into the Kitchen Safe. Set the safe timer for eight hours and just enjoy - optional to add more time when the eight hours is done.

Jan 21, 2019 - Date set as Feb 4!

It's been over a year since my last rubber session. Much has happened to me. I had a chronic infection that my docs decided to rid by amputation -- thus my left leg was removed below the knee. Now many months later, I am ready to rubber up, and I plan to make up for lost time! The prosthetic leg will fit nicely in the boot of my outer suit. My inner suits will be folded at the stump to provide a tight fit for the sleeve the leg attaches.

I will have plenty of fluids and ready for a very long return to rubber. My kitchen safe lock box awaits the keys to my locks. I so anticipate the wondrous feel of rubber I've missed and many hours breathing air from inside my suit, my gas masks, my rubber layers and the shear joy of rubber surrender. I'll be on line, doing a live feed on Facebook. The best place to find me is the Facebook. I'll gladly do video calls with friendly rubberists. My Facebook name is Bill Leytecks.

Looking forward to seeing any who drop by to chat.

R-Days, Feb 4 - 5, 2019:

Yes, I returned to my first love - rubber. It was an incredible, amazing and erotic adventure in heavy rubber. I learned quickly the plus and minus of having a prosthesis.. It was fairly easy to put on the inner suits, the suit that fit to the skin. The long legs have always been an issue with the Hydroglove suits but with one leg short, I could more easily get the trousers fully up my legs. The trousers fit snugly to my crotch and the sensation of them rubbing me was bringing on wonderful sensations. I felt so protected and sealed as I pulled on the heavy suit.

The leg sleeve did not fit right over the layers so I put on the leg without any locking point. It was held by the suit and what suction it created with the inner suits. It works well once the suit is fully on but before that great care and patience was needed as the leg, being loose, could slip off the stump.

All in all the donning went fine. On the second day the long pull lanyard of the suit fell out of the zipper loop while closing it right in the center of the back I was stuck and after realizing I had no options, I went out of the room looking for our son who lives with us. He was out on an errand - I was STUCK. Texted him (that was quite a challenge in suits and three layers of gloves) but finally got off a message, "In rubber suit. Stuck." He let me know he was about five minutes away and on the way home.

Decided to continue and when he got home told him to go ahead and close me up. It was worth it. I finished with putting on lock system and other gear and settled down for eight hours of rubber enclosure.

Total bliss. Spent a couple of hours just laying on floor listening to my breathing in gas mask and zoning into light drifting pleasure, feeling arousal on a plateau and getting hornier as I held back my explosion - awesome lusting rubber fun!

Times have changed - some fun things like live video feed on Facebook seem to spice up a session in rubber. Maybe bad timing but no one really wanted to open chats though several dropped in to view. There's Skype but again not as open as chat rooms. I miss the camaraderie (and occasional spontaneous cyber play) of the old rooms, the Latex Lair, the IAR and Rubberpal. The Net has aged and the early days of simple chats seem gone.

Time and two satisfying carnal explosions later, I willed myself to leave the hugging comfort and protection of the temporary escape into my rubber world. Tying the lanyard to the zipper tongue (learned lesson) I opened the zip and slowly returned to the vanilla world. Cleaning and hanging gear to dry is an anticlimactic but necessary end to the session. All that was left was remembering the bliss and lust and posting screen shots and video records for friends to enjoy.

Yes, my plan to get sealed in rubber worked. The leg did just fine and now I want more. The wonderful bliss of last night will happen again and tonight seems a good time! Talk about catching up on lost rubber time. I fully expect to seal in layers again and surrender to rubber. Yes, I'll set the timer again - at least 8 hours but more could be in the offing. Last night was such pure pleasure and self indulgence of rubber good fun. Being retired has perks.

Prosthetic Leg in the left suit leg prior to pulling it on

January 18, 2018 - Short Rubber Session

 

January 18, 2018: I had some time to seal in rubber.  I think the wife went to Houston with her sister and family.  These trips to the Asian stores last over ten hours.  They go shopping and I go rubbering; seems I get the best part of the deal.  Getting sealed in took just under one hour.  I am getting very efficient with dressing in one Hydroglove suit, the Catfish suit and the bungee cords.  Set timer to seven hours and figure plenty of time to clean up afterward.

Little did I know at the time that this would be my only chance to seal in rubber until the next year.  My life had a major change in May, when my medical issues with the left leg culminated with a below knee amputation of the leg.  By August the stump healed enough to fit me with a prosthetic leg.  I was in rehab until late December, building strength in the remains of the left leg, strengthening the right leg, and learning to walk again.

By February 2019, I was not only ready to rubberize, I really needed to rubberize!

January 1, 2018: Twelve Rubber Days of Christmas

 

The things I think up when sealed in rubber

A bit late but in the season......

12 Rubber Days of Christmas
By: rbrbill

On the first day of Christmas my master gave to me, a total enclosure rubber drysuit.

On the second day of Christmas my master gave to me, two pairs of leggings and a …

On the third day of Christmas my master gave to me, three latex blouses, two …

On the fourth day of Christmas my master gave to me, four latex dresses, three …

On the fifth day of Christmas my master gave to me, five bondage hoods, four …

On the sixth day of Christmas my master gave to me, six rubber dollies, five …

On the seventh day of Christmas my master gave to me, seven styles of gas masks, six …

On the eighth day of Christmas my master gave to me, eight pairs of rubber boots, seven …

On the ninth day of Christmas my master gave to me, nine gags for silence, eight …

On the tenth day of Christmas my master gave to me ten hours suspended, nine…

On the eleventh day of Christmas my master gave to me eleven gimps for milking, ten …

On the twelfth day of Christmas my master gave to me, twelve amazing catsuits, eleven …

Dec 16, 2017 - Short Rubber Time

 Just a Series of Short Videos from Dec 16

This was a quick but completely satisfying rubber session.  No other record but these video clips exist.

After the Sun Break, Time Machine Back to Rubber, June 2017

 

June 18, 2017: Fathers' Day/Countdown to Rubber, Six Days Away

In the US it is Father's day. No rubber or latex for me today. But with the wife going out of town for a few days at the end of this coming week, I have an opportunity to briefly sate my lust for rubber. I plan to record the session in higher resolution. That means clips may be shorter and need edits but they will be more clear.

My desire for total rubber enclosure in extreme heavy rubber remains. I always have my next plans developing in my mind. It seems I have an opportunity to surrender for many hours -yet determined - next Friday, June 23, and into Saturday. How many hours I enjoy the rapture and lust of heavy rubber enclosure. I am sure I will go a minimum of eight hours but I can always reset the lock box holding the escape keys and extend my rubbery prison passion many hours more. A journal post will of course be posted.

I will be doing a live Facebook feed during most of the time. My Facebook name is bill gadsberry or rbrbill2. Anyone here interested in friending me and dropping in to see my fate are welcome. Let me know you're a FetLife member if you friend request me.

June 20, 2017: Weekend Plans Formulated

Another day closer to total rubber surrender. Three layers might be about right. Start with my thinner Hydroglove suit with the heavier Hydroglove over and the final addition of my extremely heavy rubber fetish dry suit from Latex Catfish I'll be live on my Facebook page some of the time as I let the rubber enclosure completely absorb my body and I succumb to the ecstasy of total surrender to heavy rubber.

Adding another layer could be a test. I'll set my timer on the lock box for 8 hours initially then see how I feel. Additional time intervals could be in the works. I frequently have this wonderful feeling that I want to remain inside my heavy rubber for as long as I can. Meantime, be ready for journal updates during my enclosure with thoughts and words on how I'm feeling while enclosed.

June 23, 2017: Time to Rubberize

It started as a normal session in heavy rubber. I sealed myself in my favorite three layers of black rubber - 2 Hydroglove replica drysuits from a era gone past (modeled on the venerable Totes suit (Bill Sewell RIP) with the heavy fetish drysuit from Latex Catfish. I pulled and tugged my bondage straps - simple car tie down bungee cords linked together with some strategically placed steel rings to feed the strap through and create an inescapable harness once locked. I did some live feeds on Facebook. I made a better video on my camera and settled down to see what might happen. I let my rubber enclosure surround me. I sucked the rubbery air from inside my suit. My plugged ears made outside sounds distant and allowed me to concentrate on the internals of heart, blood and above all rubbery sensual bliss. The evening was typical rubber time for me. Not many rubber folks are up when it's 2000 in Texas.

A note about the bungee cord bondage.  At the time of this session, the bondage was still a work in progress.  I have since made a few changes and adjustments.  The final version consists of requiring only three locks.  The lock at the collar, the lock at the waist belt and the lock at the belly button ring are all that are needed to complete an inescapable web of bondage.  There are two other locks on the tops of the hip boots, mainly for show as they just hold the boot strap loops together and the waist belt is slid through the loops when used.

A Chat With An Australian Rubberist

I zoned in bed a little over an hour - reaching a kind of twilight state between sleep and wakefulness. About 2330 my time the situation changed. I began chatting with a fellow from Australia. His life and experiences so mirrored mine that I could almost not believe it. His nick was rubberclone, a name I certainly related with.

The connection was a chat but I soon told him of my Kitchen Safe timed lock box. As I explained the box and its use - for me putting any padlock keys in and setting the timer for release in the future - he began asking me more. He wanted to know how locked and sealed i really was. He told me to set the box for 3 hours and lock it. I did. At the time I was on Facebook and streaming live. I showed the timer to the webcam. He said, "now that I know you will be in rubber at least three more hours, I will rubber up and we can chat/view on Skype.

True to his word about fifteen minutes later I had a Skype video call and there at the other end was a totally rubbery enclosed being from my own mind of rubber deviancy. His shiny black catsuit covered him head to toe. He had on the black Russian gas mask. Being heavily masked and hooded, it was obvious that speaking would be next to impossible, not to mention the muffled hearing. The next three hours were incredible. We used the chat to carry on our rubbery conversation. We discussed our early years - as young boys in both cases. How our rubberism grew despite guilt feelings. How the power of rubber became so potent to our lives. We discussed how we hide the deepest rubber feelings from our closest. Yes, they we have this esoteric eccentricity but they remain totally unaware of its power and depth. I related how I only get these chances at total heavy and long-term enclosure a few times a year and how I literally spend hours in multi sessions to sate my pent up rubber feelings.

This Skype chat was a very satisfying finish to the session.

June 25, 2017: If Not Thoroughly Cooked, Seal the Gimp and Simmer Some More

Friday was obviously not enough to sate my rubber desires more than 48 hours...actually more like 36 hours so here I am again. It's hour 9 of a session with me setting the timer release system another 9 hours away! I did some significant planning with my bondage cords and anything short of cutting one means no escape until 0600 tomorrow - about 9 hours 40 minutes from now.

I've chatted some, streamed on Facebook some (Google Chrome is amazing for that) and have cum as I streamed, cum was at the time watched by only one viewer - someone I was chatting with.

This the time the net starts to slow down so I am in for a long night of rubber bondage. Maybe I'll zone out a few hours and the time will pass more quickly. Maybe someone in the Pacific region will drop in and help me through the late hours.

More likely I just stew in rubber and think inner feeling of this rubber world. The rubber surrender is always so complete...even to a point that I fear leaving the rubber cocoon at the end of the timed period.

I become one with rubber and absorbed by its supple and living skin. It molds to me, moves as I move, stretches, massages, surrounds me with its aroma....rubber is so alive when it molds to the body...it becomes a living skin protecting, nurturing, restoring.

Proof my lust of heavy rubber is shared and worshiped. Another kindred spirit showed me a video of his complete and total surrender to rubber carnal lust. Amazing.

Alas, the slow period begins. I take pause to zone and reflect on my rubberized being. Oddly, I find time to read my Jack Aubrey book. The pages flow and rubber has me wired so no sleep can come. Rubber certainly keeps me from finding sleep, only the zoning times, that twilight between wake and sleep. It's like floating just under the surface of a still pool, a dream state no doubt.

Still sealed in with hours to go. So far I am doing fine and see no reason to take extra measures like cutting my cords. But this hour is slow and not many folks on line.

October 14, 2023, a Break from Rubber Brought by the Sun (Eclipse)

 Partly cloudy conditions obscured the sun several times but was able to get some very good shots and video of this amazing astronomical event.

Approaching totality, about ten minutes to go

Total Eclipse

05-07: Heavy Rubber Times continue as wife enjoys her visit

 

Unlike the last session, I document this session every few hours as it progresses.  So with no further ado, here it is.

05-07-17, 0235 - Heavy Rubber Time

Gawd, I love it so! Heavy rubber since 2030  yesterday evening (six hours ago) and no desire to leave my private rubber world. No idea how long I'll go. I'm just loving the amazing feel of rubber, loving the amazing smell of rubber, loving the sweat and other stuff sloshing about my legs...

This is a total enclosure marathon session. The wonderfully erotic feel isn't fading. The wonderful living rubber is taking me over. I am truly one with rubber tonight!

Chatted with a few friends on Facebook and other venues, just wonderful chats about the experience of heavy rubber highs and the total rapture of rubber surrender. I wish it never ends.

05-07-17, 0430 - Seven Hours Sealed in Rubber

Zoned out about an hour. Used my old Israeli mask that has thick layer of latex over lenses to block light. video of part of the rest - had a very erotic rubber thoughts and came spontaneously. So wonderfully rubbery bliss.

Then back to the rubberlympics training again. This time with the Israeli mask. The training is hard and as breathing grows frantic I pull the mask for air...Never place in the games with such short endurance..

Then back in bed a bit - exhausted but cannot bring self to climb out of rubbery world just yet. Just enjoying the wonderful massage of my suits as i move and chatting on line

just swilled more water and feeling fine as a rubber slut can feel.

Another update later this morning or do I quit the rubber world and descend back into the vanilla world with all its problems.

05-07-17, 0630, Ten Hours in Rubber

Zoned another 30 minutes and had that nice caressing feeling that pushed into my loins - not quite spontaneous but just one or two light strokes pushed me over and added some more spice to the soup inside the suits.

I'm so rubbery now...no hope of climbing out until I have full surrender.

It's been so may years since I had a session this intense, this sensual, this full rubbered experience beyond all thoughts.

More hydrating - I'm on a fast to pay homage at the altar of latex and rubber. No food for almost 12 hours but plenty of hydration.

I love rubber so! I scream it from the rooftop, "I quit this world and lust for rubber!"

I am a depraved rubber slut through and through...and I don't give a rats!

0830, Twelve Hours in Rubber

couldn't help myself. Got to video chatting with a fully suited rubber freak and he suggested I set the kitchen safe lock for 4 hours. This after I showed him how it worked. So heavy rubber influence may have clouded my reasoning so now I am sealed in my gear until noon. But loving it still so much.

1130 - one half hour to go, 15 hours, 30 minutes in rubber

That four hour time lock has just about finished me. I have about 30 minutes left and I feel I am one well cooked rubber toy. It's been a ride. No doubt it happens again, just not sure when. Let's get out of the gear and cleaned up before taking a next step.

Incredibly 9:00 last night seems such a vague memory. I only planned on about four hour session but here I am almost 16 hours later. I have become one with rubber this time. I even think I may want to stay in rubber. It's as close to the 24/7 fantasy I've come in years.

Being one with rubber is a religion. To worship rubber is sin. Rubber come alive when it surrounds a body. One can never tire of the touch, feel and subtle caress of this magical material.

I will peel it off gratefully but with regret but I know the rubber song will carry me into its embrace sooner rather than later.

05-07, Epilogue, Reflections, Thoughts for Future

All fun things come to an end and there is a price to pay. By 12:30, all of the harness system was off and I had the pull lanyard attached. Opening the zipper is hard. By pulling the left hand up into the sleeve, the extra slack is removed and by aligning the arm to get the zipper somewhat straight, pulling grudgingly gets the zip to open. All fine until after opening it a little over six inches, the loop on the lanyard slips out of the zipper loop ring!

So I spend the next 20 minutes trying to get the lanyard into the puller strap. I don't trust the ring I had put on. I came so close so many times. It doesn't help that I'm using a mirror to spot my target, a moving loop of canvas-like line attached to the zipper runner. Finally I thread the hanger through the loop the discover it just yields to any effort to push the lanyard on into the opening.

Struggle, push, hanger end catching on the chair back gives new hope as I lean out and more hanger and lanyard gets through that elusive opening. The hanger is in but a new complication when a knot on the lanyard hangs up on the loop. It's no use but I have the hanger in hand and the lanyard is here too - albeit the part not inside the loop.

I twist the hanger around the lanyard, several turns and succeed in securing it to the hanger. This also easily secures the looped hanger into the zipper pull. I set to adding slow pulling to the zipper. Does the zipper open or does the hanger pull its loop open? Slowly the zipper yields. I feel it opening and I take up slack line and keep up a steady pull. At 1:00, I am free of the suit, more or less. I still have to pull the open suit top over my head and continue with removing it. Happily as I get the suit off I see the Hydroglove folds worked almost perfectly. Only a very small amount of fluid has made it to the outer suit interior.

Next came the funny surprise as I got the outer suit boots off. Without the heavy rubber material holding everything together, the fluid all flows into my feet. The Hydroglove feet look like black Mickey Mouse shoes or maybe the old cold weather boots in the military.

I literally drag these fluid filled encumbrances into the shower. I fear a failure and the worst results but everything is good. My guess is I managed to put over a gallon of body fluid into the Hydroglove suits. The resulting elixir of stale piss, sweat, powder and other nice spices sent a strong odor through the bathroom. I'll always remember that odor as a sweet perfume byproduct of extreme rubber fun and total rubbery surrender.

Clean up proceeded as usual after this. I sit here and wonder why I did it. I sit here and can hardly imagine doing such a session again. Then I feel that tug of passion for rubber calling me and I know in a few days, all the trial and hurdles of my rubber play are far outweighed by my shear joy of surrender to this sensual material.

Lesson of the day. Put the lanyard directly through the zipper loop. Forget about the attached key ring piece. In fact take that off the zipper loop!