Tougher than ever !

It is more than a year since I posted. As I wrote before I am winding down but I still enjoy a day out in rubber when the sunshine calls. Here I am a few months ago in a bar:


Here I am in clubbing gear trying on a new hood at a helpful supplier:


My big heavy bondage belt is really severe self-discipline and the hood felt superb. I had alas to take it off to go out in public.

I had arrived in my open-faced hood and in my big latex mack as in the first picture. I had the belt on underneath of course. It was a hot sunny day and it was all I could do to walk a few yards in the sun but I stayed in my gear all day and evening. I count it as one of my best and horniest training days ever.

I did not though attract much comment - the yobs can usually be counted upon for a bit of back chat and a surprising number of girls. Another day two older girls, one with a baby, were very interested and started talking.

Quite often I get asked to pose for photos. In my open-faced hood and dark shades I am not recogniseable, not that it matters much to me, and I am alway happy to pose with gauntlets on hips or on my crotch. My thin gloves under my gauntlets are securely anchored between the sleeve of my heavy jacket and my catsuit. That does not have attached gloves - too easily damaged.

Rubberpal.com is also good for on-line acquaintances. Women there though are much sought after and I have little to offer except for the few who share my unusual tastes.

It is a long time since I have been to a club but I must make an effort to have an evening in total enclosure and perhaps receiving some discipline - bondage or a little caning.

It is amazing how fetish clubs have sprung up and how main-stream people know all about the existence of the scene which is overwhelmingly latex. Performers appear in latex gear - we have all read about Lady GaGa.

I shall try to post more often providing I have something interesting to say.

Blackie
aka traineelatex.

Hot weather rubber irresistible!

I have been busy in my vanilla life and had periods in which I felt I was past the rubber scene altogether. The watmer weather has though brought me back and I have been around again fully rubbered as I have described a number of times. The picture shows me in my usual gear on a recent hot afternoon.

One hot day I went shopping and after some time went back to the supermarket where I had parked. I really felt that it would be all I could do to buy enough to get out of the car park. At the check-out I said to one of the girls who knows me that it was too much even for me and that I was going home. She said, "Don't give up. Get a cold drink and you will be able to keep going." Good advice. I did that and after was able to go up and down the high street continuing really taking it.

When I got home I did sit in the shade. I had to take off my boots, tricky wearing even thin gloves - mine are anchored under the sleeves of my tight heavy jacke which is part of my secnod layer under my big mack. I could then move my socks and suit feet back in position. When the suit feet which do not fit well fill with sweat they gradually work back to bind against my heels when I have walked say half a mile. I got of course properly geared up again

Later I went to the pub but did not manage to walk as usual but drove. They take me quite as routine - rather dull really.

A good day and I appreciated the encouragement. I get some occasionally. I said to a nice Polish girlin a cafe that I looked weird but was harmless and she smiled an said "you look very nice". I must go back- perhaos there is talent there.

I have had a few of these rtubber days but have not managed in the evening to get into my sleep sack still rubbered. Clearly more traing needed.

Blackie.

Winding down

I am beginning to feel that I am past it all. Increasingly I have long vanilla spells and times when getting into my elaborate rubber gear is just not worth whoile. It is not revulsion and dumping everything which some people report, but rather winding down. On the other hand from time to time I still feel the need for rubber.

Perhaps I am depressed but I fear just getting on. So my posts will I think be fewer and have less to report. In some ways I am glad. i have a very busy and full vanilla life and although i am known locally as the man in black rubber I feel with people I know well just a little awkward. Then when out and about there is always the danger of meeting someone nasty and suffering physical violence. I hasve never met this but then have beehnvery careful about where i go in rubber in the evenings. Hot weather always has the danger of overdoing it.

So that is my update. Let's see how it goes.

Blackie.

Update

Juat to let you know again that I am still enjoying hot rubber when the sun does shine. I have not done anythin g very exciting lately,but i am not spending long on this update since I have to polish up my big latex mack and boots, then spend an hour getting fully rubberised. I am due to meet a rubbrist pal who should bewell rubberised to, shall we say, exchnge views.

Here is recent pic though:

Blackie
aka traineelatex

Humdrum

This is just to reassure my readers, if indeed there are any, that I am still around.

i am finding though that my vanilla periods are lengthening. I suppose I am getting past it - I won't go into numbers. I am not though into actual burnout. Some people report complete revulsion and disposing of all their gear. They often regret it later and start expensvely rebuilding their rubber wardrobe. i have done that myself twice in the past, The first time was when I decided I was endangering my marriage by my furtive rubbering and the second was some time afterI was widowed and followed a gay sex experience. Although that had meant little physical contact I found it was not just for me. Since then I have found that when in rubber I do not mind the odd grope by a stranger - the physical aspect is unimportant against the emotional.

Like so many male rubberists, I live in hopes of meeting a rubber enjoying woman. I have met some who are tolerant and I find quite a few who will hug me when I am in rubber but they all are spoken for already. One unattached woman who seemed sympathetic and to whom in consequence I appeared wearing rubber and to whom I spoke freely I later found to have been quite disturbed. My long vanilla friendship has been upset.

I do know one girl who is not as young as she was, was never good-looking, and whose unsatisfactory relationship broke up several years ago. I am tempted to tell her how to get a man who will not worry about her looks and be considerate, probably economically stable, and intelligent - I mean the average rubberist. All she needs to do is to wear a shiny black rubber mack.

However I shall say nothing. Like many women she would I am pretty sure find the physical feeling disagreeable, feel that she was making herself socially doubtful, and that she wanted to be loved for herself and not for her rubber. Women in general, such is my own observation, both envy and despise other women who use their powers of sexual attraction to get what they want.

I return though to my own current situation. I do have fully rubberised expeditions, but more often just wear a mack, boots, gloves and SBR cap with a big wide belt and strapped collare. Under I have ordinary black chinos and a black long sleeved teeshirt. Uninspiring but keeps up the image.

I also feel I am definitely unwise to go out in the evening apart from the local pub.

Despite these negative feelings, the fine weather makes me want to gear up completely in multi-layer rubber with my open-faced hood and dark shades to get around and show off. Warm weather is a definite plus. Not only do I have a challenge to endure discomfort and heat for a long time, up to 36 hours, but I attract more interest. I sleep in such sessions in my rubber, less mack and boots and in my big sleep sack with full-face hood and spells in gasmask.

I need a pressure air system for the gasmask hose to avoid apnoea - waking up abruptly gasping for breath because shallow breathing has not cleared the mask. Then I could sweat happily all night 100% double enclosed.

Last year in the very hot weather I did feel though I was in danger of overdoing things. My ideal is warm and sunny enough for endurable and safe discomfort for a long period. I read a splendid account from a couple who went to the rubber Kink week in the Caribbean and trained in endurance sunbathing in bondage in the midday sun in total encllosure. They went close to the danger limit, reporting symptons of heat exhaustion - headaches and dizziness after.

There does seem though a definite climatisation effect. The daily latex wearers who blog can undoubtedly take more continuously than anyone unpractised though their motivation must be very strong. Alas, both my own spirit and my flesh are getting weak.

One of my fantasises is to appear as a living statue such as one sees in tourist places. Instead of silver or stone paint on body and clothes I should be 100% black rubbered in two tight catsuits etc with full-face hood and dark goggles. It must have been done of course. I must keep an eye open in seaside towns.

So, as I said in the title, a humdrum update. Having camera trouble too, so no pics. Typing errors too I fear.

Blackie.

Back in the groove.

Here I am back getting into the rubber groove again. I have been off to Oz for two months, completely vanilla. The idea of travelling rubbered up was of course attractive but impracticable. I told earlier about travelling by air to Germany fully rubbered except for double gloves and hood. It was a really hot day too. it was as much as I could do to struggle along with a heavy bag and a backpack. At Stanstead I had to take off my mack and stasnd there inmy heavy jacket and trousers. Noone took any notice. Isaid to the Security man, "I look weird but I am harmless." He replied, "Going to a fancy dress party?" But I wasn't but my friends thought my gear looked too Nazi for comfort to wear around. It is interesting how a long black garment and a peak cap speak Nazi. TV keeps the memories going. The Germans do seem keen rubberists though.

On the way back German Security did not like me and I was searched thoroughly. I had to take off my boots showing my latex socks over the bottom of my latex trousers. Cabin crew were no problem. Girls in general find me interesting if not attractive. I do though get hugged a lot.

So now I am looking at rubber on the Internet and getting rewady to get into rubber. Tomorrow evening I shall get fully rubbered with hood and dark shades to go to the pub where they know me and se lots of chums. I am as I have explained before a local eccentric and thought harmless.

The great thing about wearing rubber gear in public is to do ordinary things in ordinary places. Being furtive and hanging about arouses suspicion about any man alone, let alone a rubberist.

I have discovered Rubberpal.com where memeber put up some very good pictures. Rubberist.net is more serious and I think very helpful to rubberists who are unsure of theur fetish life or the gear they can get and look after.

So that is just to explain my silence. Of course the warm weather will be better for rubber - people are agreeably curious whentney see me geared up in summer. Teenagers are fascinated by me, but of course I speak to them but move on. Children take no notice in general, though I keep away from families. One small boy in a pub once came upto me and asked if I was Batman. I said I was Darth Vadar on a day off. When you think about what appears on TV my appearance is nothing special to them, though their parents may feel differently.

I am wondering about going to Plymouth for the Westward Bound Valentines Ball, but do not know a place to stay where my rubber during the day would be acceptable. Any suggestions welcome to traineelatex@rubberist.org.

So watch this space.

Blackie.

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.