Here we go, with another mini epic self-bondage in rubber
total enclosure which I am finally posted but was experienced last winter.
Decided on target time of 09:30 Friday 10 February, which
would be 36 hours total enclosure. Sounds reasonably modest, but this time
there is a difference. I am wearing 2 layers of sheath pants under the suit,
the inner one having a built in butt plug. Modest in size, but aiming to have
it place for the whole time in I am locked in rubber, which I think will be
quite a challenge in the end.
Feel comfortable enough in bondage, so put keys in my
combination safe, lock safe and then load the screen shot of the safe’s 8 digit
combination into Picture LoKiT software, which has been programmed to not show
me the combination until 9:30 on Friday.
Wednesday, 23:30 TE +2:00
The tight sheaths squeezing my erect cock hard and the plug
forcing its way into me is already driving me to distraction! This is not the
usual laid back experience I am used to with the gentle tugging of rubber
across every surface of my skin. This is much more insistent and urgent – like the
rubber has decided to take me!
Time to chill out – or at least try my best to chill.
Thursday, 1:30 TE +4:00
Only 4 hours in and the discomfort of my anal plug became
absolutely unendurable. I resorted to Isopropyl Nitrate (poppers) which dilated
my anus nicely. Suddenly everything became much more tolerable, but soon this
developed into a dependency cycle.
Thursday, 2:30 TE +5:00
Inevitably this progressed over the next hour from a quick
hit, regular dosses with accompanying fantastic shuddering rushes followed. The
cycle repeating under the threat that the anal pain would soon return if I broke
sequence. Fantastic experience, but I cannot see how this is sustainable for
over next 31 hours.
Thursday, 07:00 TE +9:30
Needed a chemical refresh of libido
Thursday, 08:30 TE +11
My rubber skin feels fantastic this morning, as it usually
does. But this time, it feels very intimate as the rubber sheaths my cock and
plunders the depths of my anus. Like the rubber is trying to invade every
aspect of my form.
Somehow managed to find a sort of balance last night and
settled down to a more sustainably but still chemically charged night. Much of
the night I was either too uncomfortable to get proper sleep or too chemically
supercharged, but eventually things settled down and I found that I could
actually get some real sleep. I am wearing my hood/mask with less tension
around the jaw and this seems to make things much better than last time. As I anticipated
the first night might be difficult, I have allocated the whole morning to a lie-in
and so am off to bed to chill and catch up on sleep.
Thursday, 09:30 TE +12
Got excited. Used tons of Nitrates, eventually Mini orgasm –
some ejaculate precum maybe? Sleep.
Thursday, 12:00 TE +14:30
Got up, found I had a surprisingly insistent erection.
Thought I may have peaked a little too early and used too much Nitrates.
Apparently not.
Feel comfortable. Some occasional pinching with the more
elaborate underwear, but usually I am comfortable. The plug sometimes feels
fine, sometimes feel dreamy and sometimes feel like it is splitting me in two.
Even though the amount of time I have spent totally enclosed
is still fairly modest yet, I feel sure that if I had the option of stripping I
would have done so by now, probably by mid-morning. Right now, that would seem
absurd, but back then I felt “all done”. I did go through the whole, “how do I
get out of this bondage” thing, but this time I did not have even the
beginnings of a plan, having learned from past mistakes where I was eventually able
to figure a way of getting free. At the time, that lack of control just made
feel desperate to be out, whereas right now I am SO glad I did a good job of
the bondage.
Thursday, 17:00 TE +19:30
I hoped that I might get a lot of things done this
afternoon, but the transition to long term plugged and sheathed rubber man has
been every bit as challenging as I imagined. Its been a dreamy experience, but
I have had to concentrate hard just to go through the motions of doing the
essentials and its been nearly impossible to keep busy enough to distract
myself from being overtaken by the intensity of my situation…
My rubber is as comfortable as can be expected, although I
am having difficulty staying warm. The heating is struggling against the
sub-zero outside temperature and given I have had no solid food since yesterday
AM, I am not generating much body heat.
Perversely, I am sure I have perspired slightly more than I
would have expected due to the temperature. I think my instant anal plug has
caused some sort of body reaction where it is resisting the plug and so I have
occasionally suspected than I am go through an episode of “glowing” slightly.
I am still needing occasional doses of poppers in order to
cope. Either the plug becomes intolerable, or my double-sheathed erection
becomes intolerable, or my chemical abuse / sleep deprived headache gets too
much and I need to either crawl into a foetal position in bed and whimper or
get the relief and brief head rush of my next popper dose. My bodies reaction does
change when it is chemically saturated over time and it is essential not to
give in too soon as then it becomes difficult to know what is a pleasing
synthesis of chemical and rubber and what is a toxic dead end that leads to a
vile loss of form.
So I have cycled between periods of gentle activity followed
by exhaustion and chill, cured by a wonderfully delicious periods back warming
myself in bed… rubbing helps and rhythmic movement is comforting… Followed
maybe by a period of mid-coital sleep… Sometimes a sort of “zombiefied” waking
sleep.
Thursday, 21:30 TE +24:00
24 hours is always a lovely achievement and today is no
exception, with my particularly challenging encasement, but tonight it is bitter
sweet...
This evening I have gone through a period when I would have wanted
to strip from rubber if I could as I had an overwhelming feeling of “being
done”. A feeling that I had got everything I was going to get out of my rubber
encasement and that I was only left with the discomfort. A sort of Post-coital
tristesse (depression after sex), except I have not had an orgasm yet! I would
more true to say I have regularly had long periods of near orgasm followed by
exhausted sleep, over the day these have slowed until this evening I suddenly
hit a brick wall.
I couldn’t help myself but to think of how to get out of my
bondage and remove my rubber skin. Soon my mind went into overdrive, thinking
so hard it almost hurt – but my logical brain was battling against a plan it
had hatched itself over many months of refinement to foil this exact moment
when the emotional brain weakened. Now I had a complete lack of other pleasant
distractions, I couldn’t stop my brain latching on to the problem with full
force like an irresistible puzzle. I was trying all sorts of ideas out mentally
and physically but this time my “plan-b” for early release really was a very
remote possibility that was only imaginable if I experienced grave danger by
staying until the allotted time.
In fact, my plan-b for escape from total enclosure would involve
some physical risk along with VERY public and certain humiliation. To retrieve
the emergency key, I would have to pass through busy buildings, hike through
estate ground and then upland countryside, with a sub-zero blizzard raging,
without any clothes to protect me except the my rubber skin. Warm clothes were
safely inaccessible until my time was up and I could open the safe. I felt too
cold inside my room, so would be taking a chance at this time of the day going
out.
Thinking it through over a few hours I realised that the
option to stay in my rubber was actually a lot better than all the alternatives
I could think of, even though I had an almost irrational desire to be free.
Maybe its just me, but it took me a long time to mentally realise I had “lost”
the mental challenge, there really was no alternative and I really was trapped.
Once my mind was there, I was overcome with a feelings of total defeat but also
some relief that I no longer had to any temptations to release myself and also
a major feeling of relief that I no longer had to think of what my next step
was. It was almost like my mind “switched off” at that point and I became a passenger
for the rest of the journey.
Thursday, 23:30 TE +26:00
Very tired but restless. Feel more comfortable than I did,
but would love to have that key in my hand right now… Must get some sleep.
Friday, 07:30 TE +34:00
Overnight I settled and comfort levels were restored for a
while. Some sensual loaded periods and magical moment interleaved with acute
exhaustion. A theme of dreamy perspective developed... The rubber seemed to won,
was taking control and seems to be enjoying itself, using my body as its animating
force. It started as a symbiotic relationship where it gave me the sensations I
craved and I gave it the life, physical presence and movement it needed to
explore its existence. Overtime, the payment of sensation was given whether I
craved them or not, sometimes overloading me but becoming more and more
strongly in control of me. Heaven and hell regularly changed places overnight. Discomfort
seemed to be taking over and I could only translate it to perverse pleasure for
a short while. I continued to dream of my submission to the rubber all night
long…
Friday, 09:30 TE +36:00
I woke up tolerably comfortable and yet I have to admit the
last few hours I was counting down the hours to my release. I did have some remaining
fetishistically charge libido, if much diminished, which helped pass the time pleasantly.
But it was a struggle to stay focused now.
When the end came and I had access to the keys, it was a
very calm experience as I slowly removed the rubber which had kept me sealed in
for the last 36 hours. When I was totally naked and in the shower, I calmly congratulated
myself on the fact that I had spent 36 hours in latex and had been successful in
staving off all opportunities to orgasm, which had been a regular threat. I
probably got a little to close on one occasion and reflected that if I had been
more paced, I would have found the last few hour even easier to endure.
Still, it was a special experience and sacrificing myself to
the rubber for the full period, despite my discomfort felt very necessary.
