Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Mini Epic With A Plug


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.