January 2012 TE Long Session

Monday, 23 January

This is the log of another of my epic rubber enclosure sessions with whatever came into my mind as I went through the experience. It is to be a self-bondage session along the same lines as my session on Monday, 21 November 2011 except I hope I have learned some lessons. This time I have dispensed with the key safe with mechanical combo lock and gone instead for a small Yale safe with electronic 8 digit combination lock. More details will be added about this during the session.

I have slightly edited down as it the detail and sheer length of entry was getting out of hand. For example, did u really need to know when I had to pee?!?!?! Still – sorry if the sheer length of the entry put u off reading it – I know it would for me….


Monday, 23 January 2012 17:00 TE + 00:00

Half an hour before the final item completed my total enclosure I took my initial dose of chemical libido enhancements and started to dress. A maintenance dose is to be supplied via hydration system. In full TE now… and …within another 15 minutes later (17:15) I had chain and padlocks in place.


Monday, 23 January 2012 19:00 TE + 02:00

After a couple of hours checking that all was comfortable and safe it is time to put the padlock keys out of reach in the safe. The combination was set some weeks ago and the only record I have is a screen shot of the 8 digit combination, deliberately placed within a stream of other digits to make it difficult to remember. I have already forgotten all but perhaps the first couple of digits, and wouldn’t stake my life that I even remember these correctly. The screen shot of the combination was then read into a software package called “Picture LoKiT” that will prevent me accessing the combination until a predetermined time – my target release time.

I have set my release time for 05:10 (AM) on Thursday 26th – or to put it another way, just over 60 hours of total enclosure. This is a seriously long time and I am already thinking it was way too ambitious! Why did I do it? I am really starting to wonder if I have a good answer.

Last time I was aiming for 38 hours and failed at just over 26 hours. On the plus side, after 26 hours I had managed to stay fairly comfortable & dry in my suit. After release my skin was in very good shape. OK, I did have the beginnings of a friction burn on my manhood, but I am hopeful that I have dealt with that problem this time, through the use of silicone lubricant. The real failure was a failure of will power. I had not had my head in the right place, maybe I was not prepared enough and I just got into my mind that I wanted out. Once there, it was just a short period of weakness that gave me just enough time to figure a way out. If I had not been able to find a way out, I would have struggled on without any ill effects and I believe that the rest of the 12 hours of my encasement would have become pleasurable again – probably within an hour or two. Anyway, I feel confident that there was no physical harm in attempting 36 hours of total rubber enclosure – but why 60 hours then?

Maybe it because “it was there”. I had engineered an opportunity to have more than enough time to have an extra-long session, with contingency in case it took longer than expected to get free or in case I needed recovery time, so then I starting wondering how much of that time I should budget on actually using for the session. The motive for long session has always been a fascination. I suspected it was achievable. Why not go for a nice round 60 hours? I will tell you why not – 60 hours is a VERY long time to be in rubber, particularly when you remove the element of choice. 60 hours when everything is going well and you are enjoying it would be a huge amount of time, but I am in here for 60 hours no matter how it goes – unless, when I do want to bail out, I can somehow find a way out…

The chains and padlocks are solid and I could not find a way out last time, so I am fairly sure I won’t this time either.

Last time the weak link was the mechanical combination lock on the key safe. This time I have a proper safe with an electronic 8 digit combination lock. There is no tell-tale clicks to help me crack the combination this time. There is no way I can try every combination –there are just too many combination, so it would take weeks. Also the lock sound an alarm for 30 seconds if u get it wrong 3 times, which would seriously slow me down. As far as I can see, the combination cannot be cracked.

This time I checked the internet before I bought to see if there is any security holes or easy cracks. This model seems to have addressed most obvious ones and although it IS possible to crack with the right specialist tools, I have made sure there are no tools available to me.

The safe does have a manual key (in case the combination lock batteries fail) to override the lock, but the key is in the boot of my car which is parked in a public car park (This is my safety Plan-B). I would have to go out in total enclosure, complete with mask/hood in public to get the key. This is my safety bail out option, but not something I want to do unless I get really very desperate.

Looking at it from where I am now, it has to go one of two ways, both of which are concerning. The first outcome will be that I will have a moment of weakness, get desperate to get out and this will drive me to find some weakness in my self-bondage. It is amazing how inventive you get when sufficiently motived, but I know that bailing out early is likely to quickly feel very disappointing and even a betrayal. The other option is that I will not find a way out and will have to stay sealed in rubber for the whole 60 hours and I cannot be 100% sure how that will feel beyond the first 20 to 30 hours.

In choosing 60 hours, have I enviably set myself up for some sort of failure or disappointment? I wonder how the reader thinks it will turn out? At the moment, my 60 hours looks like they are unavoidable and I am feeling very anxious already. Does anyone out there know why I jumped all the way to 60 hours!?!?!

Monday, 23 January 2012 21:00 TE + 04:00

All is well. Feeling very comfortable. Going to chill now as it has been an epic day and I need to pace myself as there is so far to go – Picture LoKiT reminds me that I am only 4% into my little session!


Monday, 23 January 2012 22:45 TE + 5:45

Have been able to relax and feel very good. Also feel unbelievably contented. I know I am less than 6 hours in, but all the acclimatisation practice over the years and careful choice of rubber gear is really paying off. The cold temperature of this time of year means that I can fine tune the heating to be very rubber compatible. Right now, I simply could not feel more snug and comfortable. But of course, I do wonder what I will think 24, 48 or 60 hour in….

My initial dose of chemical libido enhancements seems to have been reasonably well judged and with the maintenance dose, they have maintained an elevated state of sexual arousal. Probably erring on being too aroused – which I will have to keep under control.

Last time I had trouble keeping up with hydration target and also had to pass water too frequently overnight. This time, I have worked out a schedule where I don’t set target consumption figures for the overnight period 9PM to 9AM, only sipping from my hydration tube if feeling thirsty. Drinking my quota 9AM to 9PM should make for an easier hydration scheme and will also have the side effect of reducing the libido enhancing chemical consumption overnight, which should make it easier to regulate my sexual urges which are often more difficult to control overnight.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012 09:00 TE + 16

When I woke up earlier this morning I was feeling absolutely fabulous. The feeling of total enclosure, boosted by my libido enhancing mix, made me feel like I was on fire - in a good way I think!

As usual, my sleeping was disrupted by my total enclosure which is of some concern no matter how delightful the cause. Past experience is telling me that sleep deprivation is now one of the few significant challenges remaining for me: as my total enclosure times lengthen, my willpower to remain totally enclosed often weakens due to fatigue. As some regular readers will know, I am very accustomed to regularly wearing rubber all day; I am not so accomplished at sleeping in rubber, often going weeks or even months between overnight sessions.

These days I am OK at sleeping if enclosed from the neck down, but I still find that the final mask/hood element required of Total Enclosure makes the whole thing much more difficult for me. And it is this level of enclosure and nothing less that I want and feel I need to achieve.

Even though I have chosen a mask hood carefully to ensure a comfortable fit over very long periods during the day, it still results in sleep apnoea type symptoms which periodically wake me up with a (delightful and edgy) sharp intake of breath. And yet I am steadily getting more acclimatised and I seemed to have slept much more this time than in my previous long sessions. Like most things I have experienced, the body can adapt eventually - if gently forced to. In this 60 hour session my body is going to have to adapt to 3 consecutive nights sleeping totally enclosed in rubber or suffer!

Anyway, after last night slow adjustment came several hours of sleep followed by an amazing period of slow awakening. All through the period of waking I felt a very tangible background of sexual arousal mixed with occasional very gentle waves of delight (just short of ecstasy) which I think of as a tide of micro-orgasms. I have always said that for me the experience gets more deeply sensual sometime between 12 and 24 hours, but this intensity of experience is, I think, new to the last few self-bondage sessions and I love it!


Tuesday, 24 January 2012 10:00 TE + 17

Thought it time to explain a bit more about how my rubber bondage works.
I am wearing a Hydroglove suit (the hooded sort), which is actually 2 pieces: A top half and a bottom half. These are joined when wearing by rolling together to form a water tight seal and then securing with a rubber cummerbund (those who are new to this sort of suit, see http://youtu.be/HitvyeS1wkY video of how to put one on). With this suit I have wrist seals to connect to gloves. I am also wearing a hood/gas mask combo from Regulation (London) – basically a mask bonded to a hood which has a large neck belt with buckles and belt loops. The hood goes over the top of the Hydrogove hood and straps up around the neck, so I end up feeling very well sealed in! A chain goes through the hood’s neck belt loops to form a loop (around the neck) which is padlocked to hood at the front and a free end is long enough to be routed down my front, between the legs, back up to the back of my neck before doing a second circuit of my hoods neck belt loops and is padlocked in place at the back of the neck. To prevent the chain being slipped off via the leg, a second chain connects to the first at and forms a waist belt.

The bondage makes it impossible to get either half of the Hydroglove suit off. With a LOT of fiddle, it does allow me to unroll the two halves to allow a tiny slit to be opened for pissing - as long as I constantly hold it open against the stretch of the rubber. However, this access is not really sufficient for anal access / defecation (think about route of chain), only urination which means being dosed up with anti-diarrhoea drugs for the duration.

I should mention that I do roll up the suit in a slightly differently way than shown by the Hydroglove: rolling down from chest rather than up from below crotch when donning the suit. This is particularly important when unrolling, as my crotch chain would otherwise prevent unrolling, if I followed usual practice.

I know it might be difficult to picture in your mind’s eye, but the chains do allow you to unroll the middle (with a lot of fiddly effort). On the other hand you also have to imagine that in practice the chains mean the (previously rolled up) rubber does not have anywhere to go, so there is only just enough scope to make a gap between the two half. I tend to usually have to hold down the spare rubber at the top of the pants to make a gap for my manhood to fit through for pissing.

If I wanted to be all technical about it, this piss time is obviously an exception to being totally enclosed. But in a locked in situation I wanted something reliable and therefore simple and so did not want to go for “personal plumbing solutions”. Once I have relieved myself (and inspected the goods for any issues + lubricated with silicone), I soon want to be packing it all away (even if I wanted out of the rubber) because I find this state is not comfortable for long as the excess rubber wants to snap back and crush my bits if I don’t hold it down.

The bondage also means the hood is impossible to remove. Depending on how I set the locks, I can have it so that it is so while impossible to remove from the neck completely, it can be unzipped and moved away slightly from the face – for example in case I am to be bound during a period when I want to make a lot of phone calls.

Getting the bondage secure and yet not uncomfortable for long periods has taken a while to work out but seems fit for my purposes now. It is not binding or over tight and yet seems to be totally secure.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012 12:00 TE + 19

On a recent review of my hydration I found I my consumption was slightly ahead of my plans, so need to reduce consumption for a few hours. The new hydration schedule seems to easier to live with.

As an aside…. The total volume of 2L per day may seem a little low to those who have done the research. This is still up for review, but I have a few observations to share.

When I was on 3.5L / day it was almost impossible to keep up with the schedule. I was having to urinate very frequently – which is very inconvenient when you are as well sealed in as I am! At 2L/day I have still had to piss 4 times in 19 hours, which is a much more manageable amount.

Most consumption figures I have read assume that you are going to perspire 0.5L or more by sweating and this does not apply for me. The temperature, conditions, my chosen level of activity, my years of acclimatisation and my preparations prevent such an uncomfortable volume of perspiration from happening in such a short period. I would quickly be able to tell if I had sweated any real volume as fluid cannot leak away as my dry suit is totally water tight. After 19 hours I would be surprised if there was any measurable quantity of perspiration in my suit. It feels like just a slight general dampness at most and certainly not half a litre of free fluid sloshing about.

Another consideration is that I suspect I do not lose as much moisture through my breath as would normally be predicted. Airways in my mask mean every time I breathe, the incoming air it takes on some of the moisture that was present in the air I exhaled. This is probably only a slight reduction in moisture loss, but may reduce required consumption.

In summary 3.4L was way too much for me to consume under the conditions of total enclosure. If it does turn out that 2L is not enough then I am hoping that the rate of my dehydration should be sustainable over a few days of total enclosure.

…back to now. I have had to heavily ratio the remaining water so that I do not run out of fluid before 24 hours are up. Maybe partly through this slowdown in chemicals being delivered by the hydration system, I started to feel like I was going “off the boil” with regards to motivation. I decided extra libido enhancement prescription drugs were needed…

The affect was quite noticeable within about 30 minutes. Now it is all I can do to stay in control. My rock hard member causing delightful distractions at my ever move – however slight.

….luckily this over sensitivity did wane slightly within an hour or so and I was able to stay in control through the afternoon.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012 18:00 TE + 25

I have well and truly cracked the 24 hour mark without losing control of libido and ejaculating, which is a nice milestone. Can you imagine being totally encased in rubber for 24 hours and not coming even once? Neither could I once upon a time! Somewhere around 23 hours to 24 hours was a little challenging where all my instincts were trying to take over and take me over the edge. Now I feel calm and in control and looking forward to getting to the half-way point which is still 5 hours away at just after 23:00. The fact that half way is still 5 hours away and even reaching that will mean I have another 30 hours total enclosure is very daunting - so daunting I dare not imaging how tomorrow, tomorrow night and the Thursday morning will go.

I have refilled my hydration system with sustenance and chemical enhancements. I have modified the mix this time… [details withheld! You going to have to find you own doses!]

Its been about 30 hours since I last eat “what you humans call food”, and interestingly the transition to 100% liquid /chemical diet has only just started to register on my thoughts.
I still feel reasonable comfortable. Perhaps not quite as comfortable as I did earlier, but nothing very noticeable has changed. I think I am still reasonably dry inside my rubber skin although I guess I will inevitably be moister than I was earlier. It’s difficult to be precise as it just feels natural to me at the moment but I can be 100% certain there is no free liquid sloshing about. Maybe there is the odd pinch around my waist and my ears have finally started to feel slightly flattened. But nothing that is at all difficult to cope with.

A question just occurred to me, if I were not locked in here for another 35 hours, would I by now be tempted to start thinking of indulging my baser sexual instincts which would (via one or more climax) inevitably lead to me wanting to end the session and leave my rubber skin for the night? It’s a tricky one to prove either way, but certainly knowing I have no choice and WILL be in this skin all day tomorrow and the night after means I am certainly going to TRY to avoid getting too carried away. I do think the lack of free choice simplifies things so makes it much easier to be more disciplined about it. So far I have not found it difficult to stay in control while also feeling very stimulated and am motivated to stay vigilant to anything that could lead me to accidentally getting carried away. The thought of sitting in my own juices for 30 hours with reduced sexual appetite is so scary, there is no way I want to indulge my baser instincts and find I am in a sort of strange self-chastity situation.

Being in it for long haul does not mean I won’t be sexually stimulated tonight – quite the opposite. I am sexually stimulated right now, with an insistent erection nagging at me and I fully intend to experience hour after hour of gentle sensual pleasure. The 35 hours of self-bondage ahead of me is also quite a turn on for me in its own right.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012 22:30 TE + 29.5

Nearly 50% there. Things suddenly started to get more challenging this evening. Now I am exhausted. Really VERY exhausted. It seems that I did not get as much sleep last night as I thought. I do hope I get more sleep tonight.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 09:00 TE + 40:00

I had a tough time last night so have written it up this morning…

Before I went to bed I was starting to suffer a little. I was exhausted, partly from the poor quality of the previous night’s sleep and perhaps partly due to the challenges of inherent in 30 hours total enclosure. When exhausted it becomes more difficult for me to cope with what otherwise would be minor challenges. I seemed to be being pinched by the rubber in one or two places, my mask was becoming a little uncomfortable and I was developing a slightly sore penis from 30+ hours of near constant demands. To be honest, I had been suffering from slight soreness at the weekend, (for which I “blame” my partner’s enthusiasm!) so I was not starting off in ideal condition! Lubrications with silicone every time I pee seems to have worked for the first day, but I am concerned that the current slight soreness can only get worse from here in.
When I first went to bed, I was initially reasonable successful in sleeping even though I had my mask on. However as time went on, my sleep got more and more disrupted with breathing difficulties waking me up, over and over again. Each time I woke from my sleep, I seemed to be getting more and more exhausted and even my chemically enhanced mojo was starting to wane. It seemed to be the exact opposite experience of the previous night.

Sometime around 3AM, I woke up with a very clear intention that I must immediately take off ALL my rubber. To vindicate my intentions, it even occurred to me that it would probably be personal record if I took off my rubber after 34 hours WITHOUT having ejaculated. With that rationalisation justifying my actions, I set to strip – but I gradually realised it was not going to be that easy this time. I then got into the mind set of “whatever it take” because I felt so sure that I was going to be miserable if I stayed in rubber any longer. I fully expected to find a way out of my self-bondage like I had last November, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised I had everything covered. Chains, padlocks and safe were all impregnable with the limited resources available.

The only thing left was my “Plan B”. I could get the safe’s manual override key, which was locked in my car. But my car was not just parked in a regular parking place, that would have been too easy! It was parked somewhere where I would have to go through public areas, past 24 hour receptionist/security desk and past countless CCTV cameras. All viewers I would have reason not want to see me stroll past totally rubber encased. The plan was designed to only be needed in an emergency or if I could not open the safe on Thursday morning – only worth considering if the alternative was unacceptable.

During the day, Plan-B would have meant going through some busy areas. If I activated Plan-B at 3AM I was bound to be noticed by security or anyone else still about as I would be only thing out there. Being easy to spot and being in rubber total enclosure I would stand out while making my way to get something from a locked car, and probably alarm people into calling the police. Not ideal.

Meanwhile, I had had one success. While I could not remove my hood/mask which was chained to me, I had been able to unzip part of it so my breathing was no longer via the mask. I was still wearing my suits hood under the opened mask hood and the mask was still there, hinged from the front of my neck and in front of my face, but I knew I could at least breathe while asleep.

So given my sheer exhaustion, I decided to accept my rubber encased fate as the best I could for now and settle down to sleep with the clear intention that in the morning I would be able to think of a better plan.

I knew it was not going to be easy, (for example, I had deliberately put myself a long way from home so I could not easily ask for a friend to help) but I thought something would occur to me by morning...

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When morning did arrive, I could hardly believe the difference in my perspective. I awoke in the most comfortable place in the universe – my rubber skin. It felt so right. I felt so lucky to be waking in rubber. The only thing of note was that my throat was dry and I felt thirsty. I fixed that quickly be putting my mask back on which has the hydration tube inside it. I gorged on my hydration mix and felt so very “special”.

Clearly exhaustion is THE biggest challenge for me staying totally encased for long periods and needs to be avoided - at all cost.

I did not give my intentions of last night a moment’s thought until I wrote this entry and right now, it is hard to imagine why I would want to end the session early. But of course, there are still 20 hours to go…


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 09:45 TE + 40:45

I was very thirsty when I first woke this morning and so started my hydration early. I just check and ~ 1L of hydration mix left – which should have lasted me until 12:00. I am going to have to be sparing for next couple of hours. Of course getting the volume consumed right is not just a case of my hydration but also the chemical dose of prescription drugs, non-prescription drugs and herbal supplements I receive. Too high and there may be undesirable side effect. When I run out early, there is usually a low period which makes it less desirable to be totally encased in rubber.

Naturally, at the moment I feel nicely dosed up and highly motivated due to my earlier over supply. I hope this persists until 12:00 when I can get back on to my regular dose.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 13:30 +44:30

I am suffering from extreme exhaustion again this afternoon, which is making things more challenging than they ought. Rather than the wonderfully continuous sensual experience of yesterday, it is more a matter of highs and lows today. Still, the highs are pretty good. Another worry is that every hour my penis feels a little sorer from continuous contact and friction with the thick rubber of the suit restraining it.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 17:00 +48 hours

Momentous: 2 days spent locked in totally enclosing rubber. OK, a few hours last night I had my mask slightly ajar to aid sleep, but I am still as very pleased with the achievement.
On the negative: I am so very physically exhausted I need to take frequent breaks to lie down and my soreness is increasing.

On the positive: If you ignore my manhood, I am still reasonable comfortable. Maybe not as comfortable as even first thing this morning, I am certainly suffering a little pinching but nothing severe and there are no pressure sores and am not over-hot or soaked. I also still feel very “special” and I am in a sensual mode, if no longer as sexually charged as I was.

The fetish is driving me on, but clouds are forming in my mind I am sure that I am near a tipping point of the pleasure suddenly becoming real discomfort. My observation is that even a slight amount of soreness in your sexual organs makes a huge difference to how it feels living encased in rubber.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 19:00 +50 hours

Mild panic set in – there are just over 10 hours to go and that is too much for me to imagine right now.

I cycle between the highs of the embrace of my rubber and the desperation of exhaustion and soreness to be release from my total enclosure. The highs transport me to another place of bliss, the low bring me back with a thud to the burning pain of my male member, rubbed raw by the latex.

[Much of the rest of the following posts were only written rough at the time and have been heavily re-written in the days following, with the experience fresh in memory.]

Hood off – I cannot take anything else off, but I need to think my way out of this. I know I have been all around this before, but I re-examine every physical way of breaking my way out. Everything is solid and the impregnability of my bondage actually turns me on – I use the moment to get the sexual pleasure I have been constantly addicted to for the last 50 hours, knowing that it will quickly be subsumed by the burning pain.

I am spurred on by the fact that if I can bail out now, I will have spent 50 hours living a sensual time in latex, but controlled my sexual response and not ejaculated. I reflect that breaking the link between rubber and ejaculation has been a long term aim, with only occasional success on anything more than 12 hours and certainly nothing that has ever lasted more than a day.

It occurs to me that if I put any more physical effort into trying to break my bondage, there is just as much chance of me damaging the padlocks so they will not release when my time is up and I have the keys. To be honest, I think they are too strong for that so my actions are futile – but either way I stop imagining there is any way to physically break out.

There is only Plan-B for me now.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012 20:00 +51 hours

I have been thinking hard on how I can activate Plan-B with the least amount of risk of suspicion, discovery and embarrassment falling on me.

I am a very private person and not a rubber extrovert who everyone sees out and about in rubber. Where I live, you would have to be a very strong personality to pull that one off. Most people would see you as a sexual predator and it would badly affect people’s perception of you. At certain points in my life I would have thought, “sod what people think”, and got on with my living life my way. If I had done that then, things would be very different now. However I now have (private) reasons not to “blot my copy book” as the fall out would hurt others who are precious to me.

With all this in mind, I still knew I really wanted out.

I reasoned that by now things might be less busy, but if I left it till the small hours I would again be very noticeable. It occurred to me that 20:00 was a good time to go to the car, if I could really not wait till tomorrow. I decided I could not wait any longer – I was desperate.

I had some “normal” clothes with me, and had realised the previous night that I could use these as partial camouflage over my rubber skin. But what about my hood and mask? I pulled on my chains so I could easy the mask around the front. It was half throttling me when I bent it down to my chest and then put on a hooded rain coat over the whole lot. I looked like a backwards hunch-back – with a huge lump between neck and chest that you would be able to see from about a mile away. I worked out a way I could hold myself and have my hands in my upper pockets to make it look like I was holding something and using my coat to protect it. Anyone with 10 paces would know there was something VERY weird going on – but maybe I could avoid that.

I set off and things went well. I managed to avoid meeting anyone close up and when I realised I might pull it off, I relaxed and actually started to enjoy the experience. There was something fabulous about walking through the cold night air while being protected from the neck down but rubber. The motion of the rubber over my skin was lovely and I felt as comfortable as I had for hours.

I got back to the safe, wrote up the rough account of this entry and am unlocking the safe now… I am acting quickly as there is currently no doubt in my mind that I will use the keys on the padlocks as soon as I can.


Later…

Stripping I was amazed to see how dry I was considering the 51+ hours of being in there. There was noticeable condensation on the arms, but the rest of the top half of my suit was either “just moist” or in a few placed actually bone dry. As normal, the legs were a little more moist – but there was no actual fluid dripping let alone sloshing about. The crotch area was a moist area – but of course there was not the usual volumes of semen from ejaculation. My hooded head was very damp, but not running. Quite amazing really. I think the temperature was a great help, but I do like to take some credit for years of acclimatisation and preparation which I think helps me to control my perspiration.

My skin was not quite so unscathed. While showering I noticed my skin looked a little red all over – nothing major and it was almost back to normal by the following morning. I did feel a little itchy for the next couple of days – but only to a mild degree. I did have one patch of about 3 or 4 inches of skin that looked a little angry on my inner thigh. To be honest, it looked worse than it felt (if I had not seen it, I might not have noticed feeling it) [however I have to be honest and say a darkened patch of skin was still visible several days later when editing this entry, although I could not feel any discomfort at all it is clearly a little worrying].

I have been VERY lucky over the years and usually do not suffer from wearing rubber. This time I think I may have gone just beyond what was easy for my skin to handle. It could be either too big a jump or, just maybe, it was too long under any circumstances.

The next day after I ended the session, I did NOT want to be in latex. This did not disappoint me as I thought it sensible to let my skin recover. Yet only one day later I was desperate to get back in – which I did (against my better judgement) and did not have any problem.

Given I had such a good rubber fix so recently, I know it goes against all preconceived ideas, but the desire to be in back in rubber and stay in rubber was stronger than I remember for years. I was SO glad to be in there and spent the whole day in there (about 8 hours) and the lack of expectations that it was ever going to be a long session meant it felt so easy and informal. While in there I felt such a desperate connection it was almost scary – but once I had my fix, I was fine. This was probably the most unexpected outcome as I was going to allow myself a few days off to recover.

As for the session as a whole…

Yes, as for aim of the self-bondage forcing me to go the whole 60 hours, it was almost a total disaster. The psychological impact of being under the control of the software programmed with my original intent was eventually lost at around the 50 hour mark when I started to scheme a way around my bondage. The worse part of that is I need to modify the main plan as currently I know that Plan B is not as unthinkable as I thought …

However, 50 odd hours was quite a good achievement in its own right. Much of it was spent in a beautifully blissful state. And, reflecting on it, spending all that time being “sensual” and yet never going the wrong side of sexual fulfilment was really important achievement for me.

On a purely practical note, keeping short of ejaculation while being sensual and sexual for the whole time you are in TE is a convenient mechanism to stay keenly focussed. It also avoids the demoralising reality of having to sit in the same pool of semen for several days!

On a different level, breaking the link between being in TE for a very long periods and inevitable ejaculation I see as the first step in where I want to take this fetish next, at least for a while... Being sexually driven to regular sexual release is part of who I am. Being obsessed with total enclosure is another aspect, but I have often suspected this may be true irrespective of my sexual nature. I am interested in the idea that there may be a way of enjoying them separately as well as at the same time. It would certainly be interesting experimenting to decouple the two.

If I can learn from the experience and have enjoyed the journey, I consider that I can now think of it as time well spent, although I am not sure I can forgive my succumbing to weakness and straying from the path early.


My Concluding Points / Lessens / Questions ….

Sleep quality is absolutely essential; exhaustion must be avoided at all costs. I therefore need to investigate all aspects of this. Maybe getting hold of a better hood/mask, suitable for sleeping in as well as all day. Suggestions welcome!

I need to avoid friction burns to my private bits! I need to go back to wearing comfortable rubber underwear as the thick rubber of the suit seems to only be tolerable for about a day or so. Maybe I shall return to sheath pants or plumbed pissing pants…

The basic self-bondage plan worked, however if I want to avoid activating Plan-B ahead of an actual disaster, I need to make sure that any “street clothes” available are not going to be suitable for camouflaging rubber total enclosure. Clothes that could be used as camouflage (like hoodies, coats etc) needs to be unavailable / locked away. This is unless any of my readershave good ideas for a better Plan-B – that is a plan that I will generally not be tempted to activate and yet I could if I really have to in order to let me have the key in the case I cannot get the combination off my laptop at the appointed time (or some other emergency like the combination lock batteries go etc).

I wonder how long I should aim for next time? I picking this time, I need to factor into this that before I start my next session, I will have made sure that escape will be impossible and resorting Plan B will be much more unappealing.

Constructive comments welcome!

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