The next morning - and back in rubber.

In my last post, written as you will have seen in great rubber enthusiasm, I said I would put on my Russian gasmask with stretch hood and see how long I could last lying on a latex sheet. I lay there in the dark, gripped all over by rubber, hot and sweating, reflecting on the joys of being a rubberist and on the rubber story I had just read in the new IAR postings.

But it didn't last long. I had to pee. Peeing in suits is all right at the time, but unexpected drips outside occur, and the gear is hard to clean properly. So I struggled out of my gear, and fell naked into bed.

This morning though, when I have chores to do, and shopping to get, I felt rubbery again,and put on my light gear - sheathed pants, a thin shirt with zip front and laced neck, and medium trousers with socks over the ankles. Then came my heavy trousers and heavy jacket with my wide sdouble-buckled stetch belt on tightly, which is what I have on now.

When I go out I will put on my mack, tightly belted and with a neck strap, and my boots, SBR cap and short heavy gloves. It is a mild morning and I shall be nice and warm. Nobody will though I fear take any notice of me - they have seen me before, but perhaps being a Saturday I shall get get some ribald comments from yobs. I give as good as I get with a laugh, and have had no problems with them and indeed enjoy it. With any luck the girls will look and laugh, and if they are in a group question me. I am careful about young people though and do not encourage more than a brief conversation.

So you see I am enjoying my rubber life and steadily learning to take more rubber discomfort and heat. I am also nowquite used to going around in public geared up. As I have said before, if your behaviour is ordinary, then the rest of you is acceptable even if you look weird.

Blackie.

Taking it and enjoying it.

I am just back from the pub. I feel really good - my gear is hot, tight and heavy. I am still fully geared and macked, really turned on.

I said I must get a wetsuit so I duly bought one on eBay. It arrived this morning. Not all black, but full length with a front opening. So this evening I geared up - pants with sheath secured by bands, medium heay hooded suit with feet but no gloves. A stretch hood to seal it.

Then I got into the wetsuit. It was small, and I had struggle to get into it and the heavy zip fastened. It was certainly already hot and very tight.

My heavy trousers were next, belted and with bands at the ankle so that I could put on my boots. My long thin gloves followed. Then my heavy jacket, belted.

I began ro wonder if I could take the heat and restriction, but was beginning to feel good. I climbed into my big SBR mack, buttoning it right up. My big two buckled stretch belt went over that, and a strap ad buckle held the collar up tightly in place.

By then I was really taking it. I added my heavy long gloves, my dark shades over my glasses and I was ready to walk the half mile to tjhe pub. It was amild evening, so I made the walk and into the pub where I was greeted as usual and appreciated a pint.

The bar was of course hot, but by then I was really keen , and enjoying the tight rubber, sweating happily as I still am.

I regard this as a very satisfactory training session. Up the hill coming home was really tough, and I had to remind myself that a trained rubberist cold not only endure but enjoy it.

Now I shall lie down as I am on a rubber sheet, and see if I can sleep. But I have my limits, and one of them is that the wetsuit has no crotch opening for urination. I shall not I fear like Sealed last the night. I shall try adding a gasmask - a hooded one, really tight.

Going to the pub has the plus of showing off. I was able to explainto a couple of girls that I had put on an extra suit thinking it would be cold, but was enjoying the result all the same.

Being a rubberist and learning to be tough is splendid. I wish I had a partner to administer bondage and discipline, so I have to do my best on my own.

So you can imagine me at the keyboard using a stylus to hit the keys wearing gloves, sweating in my heavy, very tight hot gear - and enjoying it! A masochist and a rubberist.

I hope my readers feel the same about my evening. Now into my gasmask.

Blackie.

So you are Out - Big deal?

As I said in a comment on my previous post, I have been suffering from a nasty cold. Being unwell is definitely vanilla. I did manage though a day out in rubber on Monday and an evening at the pub after. So I hope after Christmas - a social and vanilla experience - to get into my rubber regularly and to tackle chlorination, and then sleeping in my sleep sack.

I have been thinking about my experiences in the past few months. I said I was going to try going round in SBR to get people accustomed to it and working up to more. Well, this has worked quite well. Locally I go round in SBR mack, boots, SBR cap, shiny black plastic gloves over other gear, including visible heavy trousers.

To the pub I wear my open-faced hood, and my mack with double-buckled wide belt outside, and als a separate collar. Sometimes I takes off my SBR to show my heavy jacket and trousers underneath - there is a catsuit and lighter jacket and trousers under that. People just say Hi.

For many years I enjoyed wearing rubber in public but was terrified of anyone I knew seeing me. Now it doesn't matter. A worry I have had for years about being found out has disappeared. I am just mildly ecccntric in black 'leather' as people call it and just a local character. A woman acquaintance met me when I was in vanilla and queried why not my usual gear. A few days later in gear I met her again and she said, "Ah, there's the Blackie we know".

Of curse I have a vanilla life which is important. Like Dark, rubber is not everything in my life, especially as the sex drive is not what it was. With some friends and on some occasions I dress conventionally, indeed formally. Oddly my vanila habits are very conventional generally.

But I now feel much more at ease with myself and can accept my fetish. Perhaps as result my enthusiasm may dwindle over time. My physical stamina is not what it was - as I have recorded, some of my hot summer days in rubber left me exhaused for a day or two.

My situation without family or job responsibilities is favourable for this. A partner is as I know quite another matter. It does seem though we underrate the acceptability of latex wear to the public, who know nothing whatever about the existence of the fetish or the scene. But then Ilive in a quiet part of the country.

All very surprising. But then life is surprising.

Blackie.

It is time I posted another image. Here is one of me in clubbing gear. There is of course a complete suit and then a thin jacket and trousers under the heavy jacket and trousers visible.

I did not sleep in rubber last night. I had been wearing my sheather underpants and thin suit for 36 hours and both they and I needed a wash. During the day yesterday I wore my thin suit, thin trousers and jacket, and thick jacket under my SBR mack, with no hood, just SBR cap as described before, with a pair of short heavy gloves. I was out and about like that.

In the evening I stripped off the two jackets and trousers and put on a heavy weight suit with hood, then replaced two pairs of trousers and the thick jacket, plus a stretch hood. My long thin glove sleeves were under my jacket. Finally I had my long heavy gloves and shades. This is the usual sort of gear I wear to walk half a mile to the pub and back. They were very busy last night, with music and I could not hear anything, so I did not stay long. The two hoods make it difficultto hear at the best of times. I need an intercom system - suggestions welcomed.

Then I had difficulty in stripping off the thick suit shoulders. It is tight fitting and getting it off the shoulders is notmally tricky, but when it was sticking to the thin suit very difficult. So I was pretty tired when I was finally naked. and able to have a wash.

Today I shall be back in my thin suit, two jackets and two trousers, which I find comfortable. I could do with a thin suit with attached open-faced hood. If I want a hood today I should find pulling on a stretch hood over the hair difficult.

AsI have said I am now pretty well out. I wear the hood to the pub but otherwise not locally, though I do so where Ido not meet so many people I know. Next week I shall be away in vanilla, and no doubt will be rubbery on return.

As I have said before, if I can chlorinate my sleep sack so that I can get in more easily, I shall try using it more, wearing either a suit or naked. There is a temptation to zip it up nearly completely over my head leaving only a small breathing aperture, but this is too dangerous. I am not used to it, and so lose sleep.

Sealed has explained his technique for endurance training is to undertake regularly a routine and to increase the time and severity from mild to more severe. Vanilla life tends to interfere with this for me.

The summer is much more fun - I have the challenge of enduring heat when out and geared, and I attract agreeably more attention. I am careful though not to expose myself to possible unpleasantness or even violence, as I have explained before. However even at present I enjoy my showing off,which sounds a nicer term than exhibitionism. My combination of rubberfetishism, masochism and exhibitionism is I suppose fairly common. I am able to enjoy it, though many, most no doubt, for vanilla reasons cannot.

Your comments as always welcome.

Progess in coming out

I was away for nearly three weeks without rubber, so am now back in an intensely rubber phase, wearing gear all day and some at night too. I have gradually accustomed friends and relations to seeing me in varying amounts of rubber. They have accepted what they see as an eccentricity, and I have found that I can walk into shops and cafes etc. wear my gear around without any anxiety, though I do avoid drunks and in contrast secluded places, where any solitary man gives rise to suspicion anyway.Few people realise it is a fetish, and they are no problem, but good to meet.

The remarkable thing is that my usual gear of SBR mack fastened up to neck, SBR cap (from Westhervain - the peak unfortunately points down, looking to much like the SS, though I think it looks more like the Brigade of Guards), boots over latex trousers, and heavy rubber gloves attracts little or no attention in winter, though it gets gratifying curiosity in the hot weather as I have written before.

I wear layers of black latex under, and in suitable company like the local pub, where they have quite accepted me, will now take off my mack to show my heavy catsuit, or my heavy jacket and trousers, with wide latex belt.

But I have no problems of work or family, living alone and working only part-time, remotely.

For my vanilla life I dress conventionally, very conventionally. and even produced a dark overcoat and bowler hat for Remembrance Sunday. I did not buy the bowler - it was presented to a friend on retirement, and he gave it to me saying that I was more likely to wear it. So I do not flout convention, but wear rubber only where it is acceptable. Clubs of course get the full enclosure treatment.

I do not have a web site. The web is another matter. People not in the scene with different motivations might intrude if they could recognise or trace one. That might be disagreeable. There is still a common general belief that fetishism and BDSM is connected with disagreeable and criminal actions which we rubberists would have no more to do with than our friends and relations. Those public-spirited people who maintain free fetish galleries are splendid, but I have not the same resources or indeed the same pictures.

Rubber fetishism remains a mystery. For people in whose childhood rubber wear was everyday, a trauma leading to fetishism is understandable. Nowadays people discover when they are older a fascination with rubber and often leather that seems to be the satisfaction of some special qualities - perhaps the smooth feel, or being covered in a tight and clinging garment. Men seem to require this, while women often prefer the fashion aspect with perhaps bondage aspects. There seem sadly few women rubberists who have not been motivated by their partners and acquired different amounts of toleration or enthusiasm.

I find I get great great and continued pleasure in wearing my rubber and even more in showing off - that is a separate and unusual yen. Rubber is not necessarily a direct sexual stimulant, though it gives me a pleasant continued feeling of arousal swhich sheathed underpants encourage.

Your comments are as always welcome. Am I very unwise, playing with fire? I have learnt not to push physical endurance, especially of heat, too far, tempting as it is when already on a sweating high. What about the social aspects?

Rubberist Blackie - learning to be tough in rubber, and enjoying it !