Sometimes simple cheap things remind you of what it all about and also reminds you of the habits that have set in. Opportunity is a strange thing.
You can discover new perspectives just by grasping a passing opportunity. It makes you think if you would every see things clearly if opportunity did not come along or you did not grasp the opportunities that are presented to you.
Recently I have had the chance to indulge myself without the usual chores, commitments and work getting in the way. I had specific ideas how I would use such a golden opportunity for uninterrupted fetish fun - I view my fetish as fairly well expressed in my everyday wear and was think along the lines of more of the same and probably just a little more extreme. Then I did something out of character and had an impulse buy. As I am not a natural shopper and not particularly spontaneous, purchasing something I have not been coveting for months is a bit weird – but there it was - something to remind me of the fun of it all.
Such a simple thing - a cheap hood made of clear PVC. Yes that right, not rubber and not expensive like all rubber stuff. The hood in question was an inflatable hood and came with a re-breather bag.
OK – yes, I have had rubber inflatable hoods and even whole suits that were inflatable and yes I have bought many rubber re-breather bags over the years. But when u buy something, a certain spark of imagination is involved when browsing shiny new items that dusty cupboards may not rival.
The imagination was simply sparked by the memory of the intense sensation of being in a hood that is pumped up to press hard against every inch of your head. The total reliance on the breathing rubber. The deadening of sound and the effect on all other senses. Then add on a breathing bag where you have total control on what you can breathe…
Once I had bought the hood, I was not disappointed by the experience. It was just as I had imagined and for me total bliss mmm…
But then, once I had adjusted to the intensely suffocating atmosphere I had time to reflect on my usual fetish gear… And how familiar and “standard” it has become.
You see, my usual gear has to be totally enclosing while also being practical and functional. I am in my rubber skin so much that it has to be this way. Sensory deprivation and inflatable mummification has not always played a major part in daily life, even a rubber fetish oriented life like mine. Practicality dictates I need to be able to hear, see and feel to perform my work and chores. My rubber skin has to be comfortable for long periods, compatible to my body needs and to some extent take into account my environment. On a given day I may even need to be able to get out of my full hood/mask fairly quickly (30 secs) in case where I need to communicate with a non-rubber person.
So, while my usual rubber outfits have expressed my full-enclosure rubber fetish perfectly, it also is essentially designed for practicality – practical rubber is a great achievement I guess but a bit of a shock to me and makes me think of what I might have been missing out on in the last few years of developing my current “style” of rubber attire. If you do not need to be in there for more an hour or three, a much more intense experience if tenable.
Having the opportunity to go beyond the practical has tantalised me and make me think of the extreme fun I can still have “out of hours”. Why do I not mix my usual practical wear for majority of daily life but spiced up with more fun/extreme stuff for short periods during the day or occasional long sessions dedicated to hedonism.
Such a simple experience brought about by a cheap purchase has certainly got my imagination going. An imagination that has been perhaps stifled too much by practical considerations? An imagination that has not stayed along these paths since the days when my fetish was expressed by just occasional and relatively short sessions. Now rubber is a regular habit, bound up by practicality, I wonder if I am missing anything else from these early and intense experiences? I will certainly be trying to find time to remember.
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