Hot work

I posted quite a long post the other day, and although the date appears as an update in my details, the actual text has not appeared. So here it is again, rather briefer. Here is also a picture of my enjoying summer weather. I had on my two heavy latex suits under the SBR of course. That is my clubbing gear as well, less the SBR mack, until I feel I want extra heat endurance discipline after midnight. In a hot club atmosphere that really does take some coping with.

At the beginning of the month during the fine hot sunny weather I went to a club session in the West of England. I geared up, with open-faced hood and dark shades. and drove some 150K, stopping at a couple of cafes, at one of which I attracted a good deal of attention and some photos, which is great fun.

There is a rubber-friendly place I know to stay, so I called in and then went to a small town for drink and food. I wandered round, and found a bar, where again I attracted attention and was interrogated and photgraphed, all quite sympathetically. My audience were being educated. A group of teenagers watched me go in and hung around so I had to go out and show off to them, answering their questions. Of course I do not say a lot to them or speak more than briefly.

I was going back to my car when a young man invited me to come and meet his mates in another more more lively pub I had not seen, and that was very good fun.

That night I did however strip off -it had been a long hot day, but I was back in full rubber for a light breakfast. I then drove to Plymouth and found Westward Bound the fetish shop and had a look at the fetish gear there. I found myself walking much further in the heat than I had bargained for, and had refuge in a cafe with a cup of iced coffee. No one turned a hair there about me. In towns that is quite usual.

Then back to rest and go to the club where I was able to watch the fun, though by then not very active myself - indeed I was away by 12.30 a.m.

The next day however I was again fully rubbered for breakfast, and drove home by a lengthy route, stopping to walk in towns and visit a couple of rather dull pubs. The day seemed hotter than ever, and when I reached home late in the day I was frankly exhausted. I gradually stripped off and just left my gear in a heap. It was a week before I could tackle getting geared up again - the effect was mostly not physical but a feeling that I had really done everything. I had not of course, and I hope to visit more clubs for longer and receive training and discipline.

I called myself a trainee rubberist for a long time, but not very long ago I decided I was a rubberist. Am I now, I wonder, entitled to call myself a trained rubberist? The last stage, the black belt as it were, I rate as being a tough rubberist, and I do not aspire to that.

I think though to be a trained rubberist one should do a test ordeal - say 24 hours continuously in a temperature of 25C (80F)in full gear with full-face hood and goggles, with exercise sessions for ten minutes every hour. One would have to keep a check on one's body temperature in such tests - 101 measured in the mouth is to my mind enough. The core of the body is hotter. Enough to drink is also essential.

What would be a suitable qualifying ordeal to be rated a tough rubberist? Wearing a gasmask as well for the 24 hours? Or longer?