17.0623-0900 What turns me on
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Dear Marla,
It as been almost a year since I Came Out to the Hahns.
I've been trying to wear my latex as much as I can. The idea of 100% enclosure, 100% of the time seems daunting. I've dreamed of living out my life in rubber since I was a teenager. One of my most recurring fantasies is being locked into Total Enclosure for life. I know that is not feasible in real life, but fantasies don't need to be practical.
I once tried locking myself into my latex catsuit for a few days. (I mailed the key to myself.) It was really nice at first but then it gradually became increasingly messy, itchy and uncomfortable. Eventually I began to look for ways to defeat the locking mechanism. I was tired of the whole thing and just wanted a shower and get some air on my skin! Yet there were times when I, somehow, 'stood back' and actually relished my distress. The mail man showed up on the third day with the key. I soaked in the bathtub with epsom salts for an hour after that!
Lorraine asked, "Would you do it again?" Then she giggled and said, "Although I don't think I'd rely on the mail around here for anything like that."
I smiled. "I'm way ahead of you. I've already discovered sources on the Internet for small digitally-timed lock boxes for keys. I saw one that will go to 999 hours! Yikes! That's 41 days! They're also cheap enough that I can afford to buy 2-3 of them. That would add the versatility of being able to unlock different ordeals at different times. I would not need to ask the post office.... or you to be a key holder."
"Thanks. That sounds quite diabolical. What happens if something starts to hurt or becomes uncomfortable or you develop some kind of medical emergency when you are locked in? I'm not sure I would want the responsibility of holding your key. I think that could be very, er, 'messy'," said Lorraine.
"Well, yes, that's a problem. I think there is a 'master key' to open the boxes. I suppose you could stash that a secret place in case a real emergency develops. That's what bolt cutters are for. There is also the 'final solution' which would be to cut the (expensive!) suit off of my body with scissors. In any case, the whole idea is for me to be 'incarcerated' - held captive - in my latex suit for extended periods. It's the inescapability of the situation that is the magic that makes it something I want to do again and again, but maybe with a few modifications."
She suddenly had a quizzical look on her face. "You say you identify as a Deep Rubberist. Are you also a masochist?"
I thought about that for a moment and then replied, "Yes, I guess I am.... sort of. It's weird. At times I somehow enjoy certain kinds of discomfort. As I removed the suit after that three-day ordeal there was still a part of me which 'pined' for it to remain on. In many of my nighttime fantasies, I am often "incarcerated" in a 100%-enclosing latex prison suit, which is usually a catsuit and hood with a lock on it. The only exposure to the air would be through a few dozen 'micro-perf' holes for breathing and limited vision. 99.75% Enclosure.
Or, maybe once a year, padlock an elaborate latex burqa onto me for a week!
Just the fleeting thought of being imprisoned in a full-cover latex suit with heavy, steel cuffs and collar, a corset and lots of straps and padlocks just makes me randy. Add some steel chastity stuff, install Tom and Dick and Harry, and puts me in heaven, even though I'm also going through hell."
However, the idea of pain from "contact sports" such as whips, needles, hot wax, etc., simply does not appeal to me. I can understand how some people are enthralled by those things, but they are usually a hard limit for me. We are wired a bit differently. However, where this becomes cloudy is that I also crave restraints or containment. For example, I love armbinders, straps, mummy bags, vacbeds, boxes, chastity belts as well as edging and forced orgasms. These can often cause aches and pains. Somehow, within reason, these discomforts are OK. They come with the territory. I don't want the aches and pains, but I also don't mind them as well. I guess it matters how I torture myself with delight.
Though I've never actually experience a Sybian, ever since I saw an ad for them maybe 20 years ago, I have been especially intriqued by them. One of my recurring fantasies include being heavily strapped to a Sybian in a small, cramped box (clear acrylic) with a hole for my head to stick out. My knees are smashed against my chest and my arms are in a tight armbinder behind me. A mirror lets me watch the hopelessness of my situation. The controls of the device are set to 'random' intensities over 30 minutes or sometimes longer. At a regular time each day (without fail) I am imprisoned in the 'fuckbox'. I am at the unpredictable mercy of the Sybian to rape me brutally with multiple orgasms. Or maybe not! Mostly, it just toys with me.
The idea of having my brains fucked out by the sybian, say, beginning atexactly 3pm every day without exception, also appeals to me. If I miss it, even by a few minutes, I am penalized heavily for it somehow. Maybe I have to longer session that day.
Other, somewhat similar fantasies involve being hog-tied and
I went on, "I read that LatexLadyII would take a bath with bath salts twice a day for one hour each. Putting her (cleaned) suit back on immediately after was simply not optional. So, theoretically, she was enclosed in latex 22 hours a day, for a whole year.
Apparently the two baths a day makes a big difference. The protocol was that If she ran over time at either of them there would "delightful" repercussions such as various restraints..
Hey! Just for fun...
I think it might be fun to present myself to the Hahns in a different "rubbermaid" costume for each day of the week.
Each one could have a different name like "Greta" or "Elizabeth". ;-)
Greta might be the goggle-eye gasmask character who appears on Tuesdays to do the messier tasks such as cleaning toilets, mopping floors, etc. In contrast, Elizabeth might on duty on Wednesdays and wears one of the expensive 'rubberdoll' kigurummi masks.
I've got some money saved up and can now afford to buy one or two decent femmasks. Generally speaking, the more the mask costs, the more realistic it will look. There are numerous cheap femmasks on the market with the "Manga-style" eyes painted on. Instead, I'm looking for femmasks which have "normal" size features, how realistic the eyes look, the precision of the sculpturing of the mouth, nose and eye sockets, etc. I've seen some which have a built-in gag.
I also have two different style gasmasks.