July 22, 2024 - Wife Away And Rubber Time Again!

On short notice, wife decided to visit sister in San Diego.  This unplanned trip meant one thing to me - Heavy Rubber Storms and plenty of total enclosure.  That said, I took full opportunity of her absence and sealed myself in heavy rubber for 37 hours.    

After putting on my first rubber suit, I put on my prosthetic leg and did a short walk around the room.  I modified the suit by cutting off the lower left leg and glueing the remaining leg opening closed.  The process included folding the glued end to the side of the remaining leg and more glue.  The successful modification maintained the watertight seal of the leg.  Walk about done, I set about putting on the second suit.

After second suit and putting on bondage bungee cords, I set the timer lock and Kitchen Safe for 30 hours.  In reality, I'd been in rubber for four hours before setting the timers.  Those four hours were how long it took to get the second suit on and putting on the bondage cords.  I had a little difficulty getting the suit on.  Getting the hood and shoulders up over my back took three tries, each fail requiring several minutes resting before trying again.  Sweat was pouring into the suits when I was finally dressed and took a deserved hydration break before setting the timers.

 

Put on gasmask and breathed the hot scented air from the gas mask tube attached to the suit crotch.

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The short video shows my almost completely closed breathing system.  The crotch tube has a wide rubber flap inside the suit.  The flap fits against the watertight crotch zipper which creates a nearly airtight seal.  As I breathe, I feel the excess air being sucked out of the suit and am subjected to a wonderful rubber aroma.  Later in the session, piss and sweat add their scents to the mix.  The resulting odor has an old locker room flavor.  When the near vacuum inside the suit begins, small amounts of air pass the flap and enter the suit with each breath.  

This photo taken at 1:06 AM, July 23.  I've been in rubber since 4:30 PM, yesterday and still going strong.  The Internet is slow this time of the morning.  This is the perfect time for rubber meditation and complete rubber worship.  The mind teems with rubbery thoughts.  I check my messenger boards and do a live video feed but no one is stirring in the world.  I slowly suck the hot odorous air and drift, sitting, into a zoning moment.  

I tried a different bondage bungee cord pattern and was not pleased with the result.  The straps became loose around my body as some shifted.  Although the waist belt and collar kept me locked, the loose straps around my torso did not present a nice look.  

24 hours after starting the session, I reached that one with rubber feeling.  I pulled off the gasmask long enough to take my evening medicines and thought, with six hours still on the timers. the end was close.

Around 7:30, I decided to have one last Equalizer high.  I lay on my bed and started the massage through the rubber layers.  The Equalizer never failed me and it wouldn't start now.  My arousal from the long session quickly rose as the massaging tool sent strong pulses through the layers.

Exhaustion hit hard after my Equalizer ride.  I knew I needed a zoning time.  Since the suits were getting quite full of fluid, I pulled the gasmask tube from my crotch and closed the watertight zipper as a precaution against leakage.

The planned length of the session was 30 hours plus the initial 4 hours dressing in gear.  I slept through the timers and finally stirred from a deep rubber-induced sleep about 1:30 AM on July 24!  37 hours in rubber And I still had to remove the gear and clean up. About 4 AM, I crawled into bed.  My rubber-scented skin a vivid reminder of the session.  The suits hung in the bathroom to dry.  The bungee cords strewn on the floor, gasmasks laying on my bed where I let them drop.  The implements of rubber worship would again seduce me soon enough.  For now, I was completely spent from a very satisfactory rubber adventure.