The Day After.

After the enthusiastic and exhausting session I described, I was shagged. Not only that but I went right off rubber for a week until I recovered enough to get geared up to walk down to the pub. That restored the faith of the usual people there that i was myself again.

I find now I get vanilla and rubberist spells alternating - I suppose because I am older. I also have many other interests. Had I when young been fortunate enough to have the freedom I have now I think I should have managed to wear rubber most of the time. I supose I should have got really used to it.

Even now I find when I have climbed into all my multi-layer gear that I feel quite relaxed despite the awkwardness and inconvenience. It is the same about being out and about in rubber. When I started going out in full gear as I have described - SBR mack over catsuits, thin and then thich gloved, boots, visible heavy latex trousers, broad doube buckled belt, open-faced hood with shades, collar strapped right up with latex buckled strap- it was an effort of will to get of of my car and walk in public. It was even more of an effort to go into a pub and hadle my money still wearing my thin gloves - the sleeves of the gloves are sandwiched between my suits so I cannot get the gloves off without the top suit.

Now it is quite routine and I find that people react accordingly. As I have said before, if you do everyday things, people accept you. A rubberist carrying shopping is not a threat. Hanging about is or may be. Some people are curious about the rubberist, but I have no objection to that at all.

Thanks to Overtrousers for his comment. An occasional comment cheers me up. Of course if I do not write a new post very often I can't expect people to keep looking.

I have posted another picture just so that you feel you have not wasted your time altogether.

Blackie.

A night in the sleeoing bag.

I am still partially rubbered - I just could not bring myself to strip off - after a night in my big rubber sleeping bag. I had been out in the evening at the local and had a dull time, so came home, stripped off my mack and boots, got out the bag and put it on the bed on a big rubber sheet. I then put on my full face hood with goggles.

Getting into the bag is quite tricky. There is just a little talc to help it slide. I stand at the side of the bed, step in through the zipped opening near the top, sit on the bed and pull the bag up until my feet touch the bottom. I then stand up and pull the bag round my shoulders. This is fairly tricky and may need several goes, but I get it over my head. I then sit on the bed, swing my legs up and lie down. Then switch off the light. Finally I close the zip around my neck.

I had set the timer for an hour and switched on the heater - I reckon on 25C or 80F as a working temperature. Challengingly hot and enjoyable, but not dangerous. My temperature which I took during the night did not go over 99.

I lay there fantasising and sweating gently. When the ringer sounded I sat up and removed the hood, substituting my gasmask with long tube. I then got competely inside the bag leaving the end of the tube outside, and closed the zip - there are four sliders, two accessible from outside, two from inside - round the tube. I was then completely enclosed.

The gasmask is the hooded kind but rather small. It also has an annoying habit of making a raspberry noise when the breath goes out. I was then set for the next hour.

When the ringer went again I was enduring hapily and went on for about half an hour more. But I had to get up and pee - that means unzipping all the layers and getting out the sheath with the tube at the end.

Then it was back for an hour in the hood, and so on until five. I slept I suppose intermittently though as always with a sleepless night one does not realise it. At five I reflected I had work to do today, so stripped. At least, stripped most of the way, but could not bring myself to take off my basic hooded suit, which I am still wearing. I have added my mack too.

So then at fivish I had several cups of sweet tea and lay down not in the bag and slept soundly for nearly two hours. Now I feel tired but good. I shall have to strip off and have a shower soon though and get down to my various jobs - I do not go out to work. It will be tempting to get geared up again, but I shall resist the idea.

So a really masochistic night, enjoying the challenge of rubber enclosure and heat. Like so many rubberists I wish I had a rubber female partner but do not do too badly as I have recounted.

When I was out in the evening I was enjoying not only the heavy rubber gear but showing off - open-faced hood and dark shades, as near to a full-face hood as I dare in public.

So that is rubberist Blackie, fetishist, masochist, exhibitionist! Not a severe endurance test by the standards of other rubberists, and no discipline, but kinkily enjoyable and stimulating.

I hope my readers enjoy this. A comment or two to show I am not wasting my time altogther would be appreciated.

Blackie.

Still around.

Since I last updated this blog I have various periods of intense rubber acrivity with definitely vanilla intervals. My general feeling is that I am generally no longer as keen as I was - after all I am old enough to know better.

There have been some really good sessions though. Here is a picture of me on one of the hottest days of the year at noon. Look how short the shadow is. They seldom come shorter in this country, nor days hotter!

The contrast beween the black mack and the bright background seems to uset the camera colour balance, so the pictures came out pink. I adjusted the brightness and the colour is now nearly right.

I had walked a couple of hundred yards from the car in the sun and sat in the shade with a cold drink before moving out to pose for an obliging if vanilla friend. By the time I had walked a couple of hundred yards back to the car I decided I was pushing it too far. So it was home with no aircon in the vehicle. My mouth temperature was 101 which is quite high enough -core body temperature is always higher, so i gave up. But it was an achievement.

Nobody took any notice. Of course people did not know I had two heavy latex layers under my mack. First pants, then a catsuit with hood, then heavy trousers and jacket, belted, with the sleeves of thin gloves sealed between the layers. Then socks, boots, open-faced hood, mack, bondage collar, wide double-buckled latex belt, and heavy gauntlets. I reckon something over 30lbs weight of rubber. Sweating profusely though always gets out through zips and finally works into the boots which are a nuisance to dry.

Less strenuous sessions walking around and down to the pub, half a mile and up the hill home are good endurance self-discipline training too.

I have not got very far with sleeping in my big rubber bag. I have tried sessions wearing full gear except mack and boots with gasmask and long tube. The opening to the bag is fully zipped with just the tube protruding for air. It needs a pumped air feed to prevent accumulation of de-oxygenated air and consequent apnea - suddenly having to gasp and take a deep breath. Even with a pump I think it would be dangerous for any long period. I aim for a working temperature of 25C. for shorter training sessions. I am not into breath restriction.

But I cannot keep up training day in and day out like Sealed - see sealedand suffocating.blogspot.com . I have lots of vanilla interests and find rigorous training leaves me shagged.

I am still enjoying my sessions though and have recently acquired a solid latex mack from Sealwear. It is beautifully heavy and has a high collar with a storm flap that comes right over the chin. I have an open-face hood which split down the front fold seam from chin to neck, and I shall try try that wrapped over the mack collar and held in place by the bondage collar. The trouble with multiple hoods is the effect on hearing. I need an external microphone which will communicate with a bluetooth earpiece or similar.

Your comments are as always very welcome, if only a note to see you have seen the blog.

Rubberist Blackie,