Diary of a Latex Lady

An evening out (or two)

2011-11-15T14:47:00.000-08:00

Not a lot going on these days. Summer has finally passed as I mentioned in my last post. The cooler weather means we have been venturing out more. Always a fun thing.

Recently, Sir took me to a performance at our local symphony house. It was Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition. Very enjoyable evening. He got us box seats close to the stage so we could look out over the balcony and see the performers. For the evening I wore my blue metallic gown, gloves, hood and burqa. Sir insisted that I wear the 6 inch platform boots under the evening gown. They make walking a challenge, but do give me much desired height and keep my hem from dragging too much.

The hood was a silencing hood so I could not speak or make any noise. I was also bound around my upper arms to the sides of my dress so I could not raise my hands and they barely exited the slits in my blue burqa. This was just for the fun of being bound up in rubber while out and about.

While I enjoy the sensation of restricted arm movement and having my stride limited by the over the top high heeled boots, it is the fact that I am silenced and in public that excites me the most. People nodded at me and Sir sent me over to buy him a coffee during intermission. The fact I could barely grasp it (thank goodness the serving counter was low) and that I could only silently nod at the young lady who served it generated a ridiculous amount of adrenaline, I must say. Walking back with his coffee held in both my tiny, gloved hands, barely able to clear the sides of my waist, was quite a challenge and did generate a few looks. But I made it, sat it down in front of him and then sank into my own chair. What I really wanted to do was collapse into a kneeling position ext to his chair and issue a "whew!" of relief. However, both actions were denied me.

Sir wore all black; blazer, trousers, shirt, and gloves.

I was not the only veiled person at the performance. There were two other women I saw in veils although not burqas like mine. They were with men and wound up seated in boxes across the auditorium from us. It was fun to watch them also lean out to see the performers as I was doing. Their niqabs occasionally fluttered over the rail.

The performance was excellent. Pictures is always a treat, being such a visual and aural piece. I sat through it happily. At intermission Sir struck up a conversation with the couple in the next box. They eyed me most curiously, but the subject of my attire, demeanor, or existence never came up.

We stopped at our favorite steakhouse afterwards and Sir enjoyed a good meal while I sat and watched. Of course, the silencing hood prevented me from joining him, but he had the waiter prepare a nice meal for me in a take home bag and I was allowed to eat later after we arrived at home. Sir had offered to remove my silencing hood under the burqa so I could join him at dinner, but I signaled that I would prefer to remain sealed if he did not mind. Sitting watching him eat while i have nothing to do, nothing to eat or drink, and no movement is such a strong symbolic gesture of submission, particularly in public, that I find I crave it and seek it out when possible.

A few weeks later we were invited to a party and went out this past weekend to attend. It was several hundred miles away and we were guests of our hosts at a sort of sprawling ranch house in central Texas. They are a lovely couple with quite a lot of empty rooms since their kids have mostly moved out and away. Consequently, they invited 3 couples to join them for a weekend party and we all got to have a suite each. A bedroom, private bath, and a separate room for the submissive to be kept in if desired...effectively, each bedroom came with its own little dungeon. Mine had a vacuum bed on a massage table, a spanking bench, and a violet wand in addition to a small collection of whips.

The weekend was spent with everyone in rubber, all 8 of us done up in hoods, catsuits, gloves, and serious bondage gear for the subs. We had a load of fun and our hosts put on a great spread including a big Sunday lunch of barbecue before we left for home.

So it has been an exciting few weeks.

Regards
Lady

The Heat has Broken but My Bonds are Tight

2011-09-08T12:01:00.000-07:00

Our string of 60+ days of over 100F (38C) degree heat has finally broken. This past Monday (Labor day, the official end of summer) we awoke to a cool 60F morning and it only climbed to 95F over the course of the day.

This still sounds amazingly hot, and is, if you are in the sun, but Monday was so cool, I was out puttering around in our garden while Sir did some maintenance on the house in preparation for the coming wet season.

Puttering around in our garden means going out in the early morning before the sun rises over the house and weeding and moving some flowers around. It also, of course, means doing it in latex.

Monday morning I asked Sir if I could work in the garden and he said yes, but to wear my burqa while I did so. And, because it was so cool when he woke me and let me out of my vac bed, I put on my usual cooler weather attire.

So, after my morning bath, I dressed in a thin skinsuit of transparent red tinted latex, a red rubber ankle length, loose skirted dress with a Victorian bodice (all high collar and leg o'mutton sleeves), matching boots, gloves, and a hood covering the skinsuit's transparent one.

This was the first day I have been able (and required) to wear two layers of latex all day long in quite some time. For most of the summer Sir has relented on the skinsuit allowing me to just wear a dress or skirt and blouse and only one hood. Sometimes, I have not even had to wear a hood for the whole day unless we were going out and then only the burqa's hood.

So, I wandered downstairs after dressing, doubly covered and gloved and hooded, and asked Sir if I could do my gardening before the sun got too high. His response was, "yes, but wear your red burqa. And I will put you in hobbling chains, i think!"

I was a little disconcerted since our back yard is fully enclosed and not exposed to neighbors or anyone else. No one could see, even if I was chained, so why the burqa? But needs must when the devil rides, so I went to our play room and waited.

A few moments later Sir joined me, collected a set of hobbling chains from the wall and proceeded to severely limit my range of motion.

The steel chains he chose are not very heavy, are very silver, and have rubber manacles attached to them. They start with a pair of ankle manacles, chained together with a length of about 18 wide. This limits my stride, but since I was to be kneeling much of the time, it would not matter much. A vertical chain rises from the center of the hobble to a rubber waist belt which went around my dress. Attached to it are 'D' rings at the sides and front and back.

The side rings have short chains coming off them with arm cuffs attached. These fasten above my elbows and restrict my arm range of motion considerably.

The D rings in back and front have chains coming off them leading to a heavy rubber neck collar. Once fastened, at the specific length, I would be able to stand, but would be unable to stretch.

Then, Sir fastened my head into a bright red hood (my third) with a feeding gag and limited vision from pepperpot eyes, and fastened the collar around my throat before draping the bright red burqa over my head (he is SO enamored of monochromatic dressing). The outer hood has a built-in gag which has a tube passing through it for providing me with water. Both inner hoods have wide mouth openings. The tube from the gag can either be run under the burqa or actually passed through one of the perforations in the burqa's grill for attachment to a water bottle that I could suck from as I wished.

He had me feed my hands through the arm slits and then then manacled my wrists with an 18 inch length between them on the outside of the burqa. Another chain dropped from the one hobbling my wrists to the one hobbling my ankles, so I actually had two chains rising from my feet to my midsection, one beneath and one outside the burqa.

If this all seems a bit excessive, it is, but Sir enjoys having me bound like this. The chains are connected to each other with small padlocks, so he can configure them any way he wishes, including shortening my stride and reach.

By just removing the wrist to ankle hobble he then has me ready to go out in public, bound and hobbled under the burqa.

Next I went to the garage to retrieve my tools, a bucket, and a rubber padded kneeling board. I was able to move with some difficulty, but I have done this countless times before, so I was used to it. Thankfully, I have learned to place all my gardening tools at a fairly low height in our garage since I could not reach higher than my elbows at best.

Out into the back yard and around to the garden. I decided where to work first and placed the kneeler in front of a patch of flowers with some weeds growing out of it. Then I prepared to kneel and get to work.

This raises a question. How should a veiled lady kneel to work in a garden? Does one kneel on the burqa? Does one lift it and kneel on the dress beneath it? Or does one lift all the skirts and kneel on her skinsuit?

I recall Sister Justine at school kneeling on her apron which she wore over her habit. But my mother would typically raise her dress up and kneel on the garden kneeler with her bare knees.

I opted for the most conservative, kneeling on my burqa. This still required some fiddling, fluffing, and flouncing of both my skirt and the veil, all of which was limited in scope by my chains. But, ultimately, I managed to drop to my knees in an appropriate attitude of prayer to the vegetable gods.

As I worked, bent over my weeding and pruning, Sir took some inappropriate photos, mostly of my rear. But, he did capture a few of my red rubbered hands with their black rubber manacles, emerging from the red swirl of latex burqa to wield a small garden fork and the obligatory pair of secateurs. There is something slightly sinister about those pictures with red rubbered hands holding shiny steel bladed secateurs. Slowly, my bucket began to fill with unwanted grass, weeds, and stems.

My kneeler has upright handles on it and short spiky legs which bite into the soil on either side. This is important because I could twist and use one hand to rise when I needed to move to a different location. I could only reach the side with one hand at a time because of the manacles and chain, but I was fairly capable of independent movement.

Sir, dressed in a black rubber shorty catsuit (a one piece affair with short sleeves and bermuda length short legs), proceeded to work on his grill, paint the railing around our balcony and stairs, caulk some windows, and repair some cracks in the outer stucco of our house. It has been a very hot summer and the exterior of our home has suffered, but it is looking much better after his efforts.

He WAS kind enough to take my bucket away from me and empty it multiple times as I filled it. He kept an eye on me to be sure I did not overheat as well and made sure that I was drinking from the water bottle, through my gag.

We worked for about four hours before the sun crossed over the crown of our house and began to beat down on the back yard. It had been very breezy and was quite a pleasant temperature in the low 70's, but one certainly did not want to be working with any strenuousness once the sun was up and the air began to truly heat up in the afternoon.

About 1 pm, just as the sun was getting to be too much, Sir came over, raised me up and unhooked all my chains. He reached under the burqa and removed the collar and the burqa hood with its gag. The reduction in pressure was much appreciated. But I did not speak as we are in agreement that once un-gagged I will always wait to be told it is ok to talk.

He then proceeded to walk me over to a chaise, sat me down, and removed my red rubber boots then walked me gently down the steps into our pool. My burqa and my dress were still on and they floated out around me until I got them a bit more under control and under the surface. The water was still blood temperature. it will be several days before it loses an appreciable amount of heat.

We floated around a bit, my in bright red voluminous rubber veil and dress, he in tight black jumpsuit. Finally, he came over to me, slipped my burqa off and unzipped my dress and removed both, placing them on a patio lounger by the edge of the pool. Thank heaven he had specifically told me NOT to corset in the morning.

So here I was, after about 5 hours in multiple layers of total enclosure and encasement in soft, red latex and steel chain bondage, now virtually naked in just the red tinted transparent skinsuit, still technically covered head to foot in rubber, floating gently on my back in a cool swimming pool. At one point, Sir came over behind me and I floated on my back, eyes closed, while he stroked my bald head through the thin latex (as he still keeps my head shaved). I am not sure when the orgasms began, but they did not end for quite some time.

We stayed in the pool long enough to enjoy each other very, very well, then he took me inside and undressed me and put me in a cool shower and had me re-dress, this time in black for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Later, after sunset, we went out to a nearby Japanese restaurant for dinner.

All in all, a wonderful labor day spent in the garden!

Regards
Lady

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

2011-09-01T13:20:00.000-07:00

Rant Alert: Sir tells me I should warn everyone that my post today will be a rant and not fetish or latex related.

Today I watched a horrible wreck on television.

Not a wreck of flesh and steel, but of mind and knowledge.

Today I watched an episode of the game show Jeopardy! with three school teachers as contestants.

It was terrible to see two of them, one fresh from university, one with many years of high school teaching, implode in a heap of wrong answers and poor scores.

The third was also a high school teacher and, to his credit, walked away with $30,000 worth of right answers.

The other two finished with under $4000 and -$1600, respectively.

Now many things can influence this game as I am sure regular watchers are aware.

"Reaction time is a factor", so we have to allow that the runaway leader might have been considerably swifter on the buzzer.

Contestants, even those well rehearsed and chosen for the game by the producers do, sometimes, choke in the real event.

And occasionally, the categories are just not the forte of a particular contestant.But, with the possible exception of the reaction time issue above, I do not thing these rationale apply.

The lowest scorer kept losing money until she was in the red by answering questions wrongly.

She did not even know the river bordering Texas and Mexico (hint: not the Colorado)

The other, a kindergarten teacher, but, as I said, fresh from university, seemed mostly to miss buzzing in or to not try...it is hard to know when someone does not even get the chance to answer, just what went wrong.

But I certainly expected to see more even scores across the board from professional educators.

We typically see much more even scores across teen contestants, which I find interesting. Teens REALLY know teen culture.

Our teachers are trained, in some ways crafted, by our higher educational system; it is a mighty force as anyone who has tried to stand against it or change its course can tell you. And so, I looked upon the works of those mighty and despaired.

Now Jeopardy is, by no means, the way a teacher should be judged or ranked, rated, or recommended. Jeopardy! is a game show and cannot be used as a significant testing vehicle except, perhaps, in the IBM Watson competition. IBM chose Jeopardy! as its demonstration vehicle because Jeopardy! does require contestants to both have a wide general base of knowledge and to exercise their language parsing and comprehension skills to participate at any reasonable level. Jeopardy! is used in schools to exercise students in those skills and it does have a very strong pedagogical background.

What worries me about this presentation I watched today is that I see many other episodes with people not in the education profession who do amazingly well; whose breadth of knowledge is both wide and deep. Why, then, do our professional educators who go on this show appear not to have the same knowledge base and skill base? Let me hasten to say that I have watched other Jeopardy! Teachers episodes with similar results. The previous one I watched had a high school teacher also go negative with all his wrong answers and have to leave before Final Jeopardy! And anecdotally, educators seem to make relatively poorer contestants overall. I have not performed a serious study, however.

What, I wonder, is going on?

Teaching is hard! teaching below university level is harder than hard. I have done it, I have taught others how to do it, and I have researched how students learn so teachers can be able to do it well and better than it has been done before. No matter what, teaching is hard...and teachers in our K-12 grades are not even allowed to teach as much as they would prefer...they are laden with so many administrative and politically motivated responsibilities that 12-14 hour days with significant amounts of that spent working at home each evening are considered not just normal, but somehow a moral imperative. Don't put those hours in and you are considered a poor teacher, unmotivated, ill prepared for promotion, etc, etc.

But, what are we doing in educating our teachers that we seem to see less and less breadth and depth in THEIR education? At these levels, ANYONE coming from a university education should have a strong grasp of a broad range of topics. And people educated on how to teach should also know the basics of general knowledge about history, geography, language, literature, mythology, physics, math, chemistry, biology, astronomy, philosophy, ethics, theology, politics, history, culture, music, drama, and art.

Our universities have an obligation to produce teachers ready to answer questions and ready to facilitate the gathering and contextualization of information into knowledge. Some say this is not necessary. Some say teachers should be taught to teach (organize and plan lessons and present the information, and just stay a few chapters or pages ahead of the students) but I must disagree. As long as there are teachers and we do not hand over education strictly to the web, teachers must continue to be a bit of the "sage on the stage" while also being "the guide by the side". They need a solid base of knowledge at their fingertips to quickly and accurately answer questions that arise. This is particularly true of elementary, but also of high school teachers.

Now, I do not expect every bachelor-degreed teacher to be an in-depth expert in all of those subjects above. but I expect teachers-to-be to be so interested in knowledge itself that they can almost not help but absorb significant amounts of information about those topics. And I expect university courses to be designed to interestingly and effectively impart that knowledge to them. Interestingly designed and taught general studies courses should be required of teaching majors...(no, frankly, I believe they should be required of ALL majors.).

Another thing we need to do before university is to stop teaching wrong information. History classes that are more designed to indoctrinate young students in cultural values at the expense of historical accuracy need to go. Geography courses that are decades out of date and set students up with an inaccurate vision of the world outside their borders need to go. Science courses that demonstrate effects without forcing students to think about causes and implications need to go. Literature courses that avoid hard topics and worry about political correctness when teaching students who absorb vast amounts of attitude from pop culture need to go. Any courses which universities identify as having to be untaught to first year college students need to go.

The current way in which teachers are prepared to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which teachers are expected to be teachers is unfair
The current way in which society views teachers is unfair
The current way in which society values teachers is unfair

These things are not just unfair to the individual teachers involved, they are also unfair to the students they teach and to the society those students both inherit and create.

The teachers I watched on Jeopardy! today who performed so poorly may be excellent teachers in their own environments. I know nothing of them, their skills, their interests, their dreams, or their achievements (well, apparently the runner up only managed to eat 5 hot dogs in a hot dog eating contest where she was the only woman and the winner ate 42, which does indicate a certain willingness to embrace difficult challenges!)

So please do not take this as any indictment of these individuals; I am making no judgements about them as individuals. But, after watching educators perform poorly as a group in several of these Jeopardy! episodes, I have to wonder, why do educators, as a group, seem to do poorly and non-educators, as a group, seem do so much better? And why do some educators do so wildly better? Are they just outliers or is there something else going on? Training, opportunity, personality? What is making the difference? I do not believe the old adage of "those who can, do and those who can't, teach". We have no scientific evidence of that. Although we DO know that many true experts in any field make very poor educators in that field. Experts do not know and often cannot explain how they do what they do...but here we are talking about general knowledge, not deep, deep expertise in a single topic.

But they should have more knowledge at their mnemonic beck and call than they appear to have on this show.

Well, those are my thoughts. I do not usually use this blog to comment on social issues, but this one struck very close to my heart. Watching educators do so poorly on that show always bothers me and worries me. I wonder if I could have done more as a teacher myself to be sure my students walked away with a greater breadth of knowledge than just the topic of my course.

regards
Lady

You will now be returned to your regularly scheduled latex fetish blog.

A Visit With Family

2011-08-25T13:07:00.000-07:00

My word! I did not realize it had been such a long time since my last post. All the way back to April. It is amazing how time gets away from me these days. My apologies to all of you who have been asking me to write again. i shall try to be more prolific, but I plead some exhaustion from this incredible summer we have had. We will shortly pass 60 days of over 100 degree highs. Not officially as we had a day or two at the beginning of August when the official temperature only rose to 99. But Sir and I have watched our home thermometer climb into the 3 digit range every day since June 30th.

I have spent the last two months being allowed to wear only 1 layer of latex around the house many, many days and not even having to be hooded some of the time. I have also spent a considerable time in shower and tub, staying cool and being sure I am safe from heat rash and other irritants.

But last night it actually rained. We went out to dinner and noticed, as soon as we stepped out of the house, that the air smelled like rain. The sky was cobalt blue with nary a cloud in sight, but still there was the unmistakable fragrance of aerosolized moisture in the air! Sure enough, loud thunder awakened me in my vacuum bed this morning even before Sir was up to release me. And the patio was not just damp but positively wet when I went out for a little swim later.

Ah! The new vacuum bed. I love this one.I have not written of it before because Sir did not get it for me until our recent wedding anniversary (36th) last week. It is a stylish red and allows my head to emerge, covered in a black latex hood or transparent one from my skinsuit.

This makes it possible for me to sleep in it next to Sir. Just sealed in a whole body skin suit with my head protruding from the smooth, shimmering red sea of latex. Our bedsheets are black latex, which makes for a lovely contrast. This new vacbed does not hold vacuum without a constant pump (unlike our older his and her beds) but Sir placed the vacuum pump a good distance away and ran a long pool hose to the bed. This makes the noise distant enough that we can fall asleep.

Beyond the fact that my head protrudes and the face that for the first time I can directly see what my vacuumed packed body looks like in such a bed, there is little difference between this one and my other one. But it is very nice to be able to see while being packed, sealed, and restrained in it. The fact that I am sometimes even able to communicate with him is fun, but I confess, most of the time I enjoy being gagged and having him use my face and head for his fun as he stimulates me in my rubber prison.

In other news, we had Sir's sister, niece, and their friends over a while back. We did a nice Sunday dinner. Nothing special here...I was in my red burqa over a red floor length dress. I was, however, allowed to speak and eat. We had barbecue which, for me, meant a small plate with bite sized bits taken under my burqa and consumed while everyone else ate as well. We met the niece's new boyfriend who was a little disconcerted at first, but adjusted quickly. Sir's sister had a long time girlfriend with her who was also aware of my lifestyle and had even met me down in San Antonio so there was not any surprise there.

Before we ate, we all went out in the pool. I wore my blue burqa over a blue skinsuit and the water kept me cool enough, but frankly, it was still blood temperature and not very refreshing. Nonetheless, it was fun to be floating in the pool, burqa swishing around me, warm water sluicing over tight latex beneath it. I DO love swimming in latex...it is a most stimulating exercise.

Sir wore a very tight latex bermuda shorts catsuit with latex cargo shorts over it. That worked for him as he could drop the shorts and be in what was effectively a shorty wetsuit for swimming. His niece forgot to bring a suit so we loaned her a latex bodysuit of mine which fit very nicely...we are about the same size. She had never worn rubber before and was a bit skittish at first, but I pointed out all the celebrities that are wearing rubber now and that got her into it! She's quite the Gaga fan, among others!

Beyond that, our past few months have been fairly quiet with little of note. We have been going to movies to get out of the house and stay cool. We had one of three aircons fail for a week which meant that we slept in the playroom for a few nights as its A/C comes from a separate unit from that of our bedroom. It is also in the middle of the house with no windows and thus remains cooler.

We went to an interesting museum exhibit a few months ago (I can't believe I have not posted an entry since before then) and have been out to dinner several times, occasionally with friends or colleagues of Sir's. His business is continuing to grow and he looked into larger offices recently, but has made no decision. He joked about me going back to work in the office as his partner...at least I hope it was joking...I do not have much desire to return to the business world although there is something appealing about the idea of wafting up and down the corridors of his offices in a swirly rubber burqa. :)

I have been doing some writing recently. Just some stories to amuse myself. One about a submissive young man who agrees to become a bizarrely transexualized rubber maid for a couple in a society of latex aficionados.

And after watching the recent royal weddings and the batch of 1950-1960 period shows on television I began to think about a story revolving around a woman who is invited to enter the upper echelons of a very stiff, formal society ... attending galas, balls, debutante presentments, high teas, charity and political funding events, and such ... but this is not just high society she is invited into, it is rubber society and she must make some serious and permanent decisions about her lifestyle and her appearance, dress, and commitment to the etiquette she is expected to keep when she enters Rubber Society.

Sir encourages my little writing hobby, but I am not sure hat to do with them once they are finished. Many are little more than a chapter of a larger work and not even up to the standard of a short story...they are vignettes as of now, but I shall continue tweaking and pecking at them.

So this has been my long, lazy, hot, and rubbery summer. It is officially over in little more than a week (labor day) but I suspect the hot days of 2011's summer will hang on throughout most of September.

The Real World: Who Wears a Burqa in LA?

2011-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:00

I had a comment last post on wanting to read more about my real life. I shall attempt to accommodate in this post as, here in early April, I do have a few real world updates to provide.

First, however, let me point out that my experiences navigating and interacting with people in Second Life is no less 'real' than talking on a telephone or corresponding by mail. So, while I shall shortly regale you, dear readers, with stories of my recent trip to Los Angeles to see our son, and my past week in continuous multi-layer rubber encasement while Sir was out of town, I wish to mention and thank my friend Deirdre Young, in Second Life, for asking me to model once again with her lovely submissive partner Lelo Recreant. The two of us wore wonderful kitty-cat outfits from Latex Web in Darkadia.

The images, rendered with apprpriate bits over my avatar's 'bits', are available on The Fetish Fashion Blog at
http://slfetishfashion.blogspot.com/2011/04/latex-web-inc-kitteh.html

I enjoy the opportunity to model and I love the outfit, but truth be told, I rather enjoy the more formal look of my previous outfit, the latex kimono. Nevertheless, I apparently now have one of these kitten-like outfits on order, per Sir :-)

Now, with respect to the 'Real World', a recent SL acquaintance commented on my last blog post:

Dear Lady Latex,
The last month I’ve been reading your blog from soup to nuts. I’ve noticed that people admire or criticize you to wear a burqa, though you aren’t Muslim.
So I wanted to ask you if you could ask the “world” why they wear a burqa?

Kind regards, Lilith

Which prompts me to ask the question, 'world, who wears a burqa, and why. Of course, by burqa, I mean any full body covering, worn in public, which hides the majority of the face and possibly, but not necessarily, the figure of the wearer.

This, includes fetish clothing, male or female, medical clothing such as surgical masks, and professional clothing such as clean suits or level 5 bio-suits, as well as the more traditional veiling for women in some cultures and religions. Someone stated in comments last post that wearing hoods in the workplace would never become common. I suggest it already is common in certain workplaces such as clean rooms, surgical operating rooms, and quarantine wards.

However, note that my definition above states an 'in public' criterion. So we may interpret the question, Why do you wear a burqa in public?

So please, readers, if any of you veil in public in any manner, let us know in comments to this post.

Now, my recent journey to LALA Land ... does anyone recall that?

Sir had a recent need to travel to LA on business and decided to take me along. Our son lives there and it presented another opportunity to see him and to enjoy time with he and his long time GF.

As usual, we travelled in rubber, Sir in slacks and a tee-shirt, with a rubber bomber jacket over that and I in a red rubber dress, tightly collared, long sleeved, ankle length with loose, straight skirt. A red catsuit, gloves, and knee boots completed my outfit. As usual, I wore an open faced hood beneath my burqa for the identity check and replaced it with the burqa's full face silencing hood in the ladies room inside security.

This was my first trip wearing the new metallic 'electrum' burqa Peter made for me a while back. Sir decided it has not had enough 'exposure' as he called it and decided that, even though I do not have a matching dress, i should wear it. Typically, he prefers me monochromatically dressed, but decided red and dark gold worked well together.

I did have to submit to the rather more intense 'pat down' which is, essentially, a frisking one step shy of a cavity search. But, to be honest, this is to be expected when one asks for a private screening anyway. I was not required to remove my dress, at least. I did have my head patted down through the latex hood, but that has been happening for years now. The screener noticed that I had no hair under the hood but said nothing about it. She did ask why all the 'plastic' and I told her I liked Lady Gaga! That actually got a bit of a laugh.

Sir opted for the pat down as well (the public one in the security line) as we both object to subjecting ourselves to x-rays unnecessarily. I wonder if, given the recent awareness of radiation limits prompted by the nuclear situation in Japan, the general public will be more or less likely to allow airport screeners to expose them to ionizing radiation. Of course, the airport devices typically emit far less than even the lowest levels being encountered by those brave people working the reactors in Japan, but Sir and I believe that as we are exposing ourselves to more radiation by flying at all, then there is no good excuse for accepting more when a pat down will suffice.

We had a couple of hours before boarding so Sir took me to an oriental restaurant in the airport and we enjoyed a light dinner. As I was still wearing the open faced red hood under the burqa, rather than the ever more constraining burqa hood, I was quite able to take a plate of Broccoli chicken under my burqa and eat it. Thus I had quite a nice dinner before I was required by Sir to seal my face up in tight fitting latex beneath the burqa's usual silencing hood.

After dining, we went to the airport lounge where we spent about an hour before boarding. I, of course, ducked into a ladies room and added the hood for my burqa, with its pepperpot eyes and no mouth, fitting tightly enough to silence me. This hood has goggle eyes just like the burqa does and they have to line up properly. I put the hood on in a stall, with the door closed, then emerged, surprising a woman at the lavatory. She stared at me as I looked in the mirror for a few moments, adjusting the burqa until it was sitting just right over the hood and then pressed the internal snap into place, securing the burqa to the hood. The snap prevents the burqa from sliding out of place and obscuring my vision.

The electrum burqa also has a third piece, a headpiece with niqab and just a slit for vision. I sometimes wear it either under or over the burqa to limit my vision further. However, for a flight I did not do so as it does tend to slip a bit and does not work inside the burqa when i am wearing the snap in hood.

Once everything was in place I glanced over at the woman, who was in her forties, tall, titian haired and quite nicely dressed in a Chanel traveling suit, nodded once and then left the restroom to rejoin Sir, who I found munching on cookies and a cup of coffee from the bar. He tolerated me brushing sugar cookie crumbs from his black rubber tee-shirt quite well, I must say. Have you ever noticed how amazingly messy sugar cookies are around rubber? I thin it must be the static charge.

I did notice the woman come out of the ladies room after me and she looked around until she saw me, then headed at an angle to join her fellow traveller, probably her husband. She still looked a bit flustered.

We travelled in first class so we had the two seats to ourselves. The trip was uneventful and we were met at LAX baggage by our son and his girlfriend. They took us to our hotel and we got checked in, then the four of us went to a very nice Beverly Hills restaurant for dinner. I was allowed to wear a hood with an open mouth so i could converse with son and his g/f over dinner.

I changed before we went out to dinner into my lovely blue dress with the ruffled bust, cuffs, and the very tight waist. That, under the blue burqa but with a hood with a mouth and blue gloves and boots completed my outfit. LA was warm, but nothing like the Texas weather has been. My corset, under the dress was a nice matching blue and Sir did me up quite tightly, but comfortably.

Sir added a jacket to his outfit. Our son was in black jeans and shirt as well and his g/f was in her cute rubber sailor moon outfit as I call it.

We had a lovely dinner and yes, saw two or three celebrity people also dining at the restaurant. We had a certain number of looks as we came in and were seated, but no one said anything to us and the wait staff were completely professional. Sir and our son had steak, I had lamb (braised, off the bone...nice bite sized pieces), and the g/f had fish.. One thing I have learned is that gravy and rubber hoods do not go too well together, but I managed by cutting my meat into very small pieces. I did this before taking the plate under my burqa and son snapped a photo of my blue gloved arms emerging from the burqa, knife and fork in hand, slicing into the very tasty lamb.

After dinner we strolled the area a bit, a large, european style town square lined with boutiques and shops. I bought a few things and then we headed back to the hotel. it was a wonderful night and we do not get to catch up with Son often enough. LA does get a bit chill after dark but with three layers of rubber I did not feel it. His g/f, however, did begin to get chilled and at one point she and I were walking with me wrapping her up in my burqa as we headed for the car. I am just as glad that we do NOT have a picture of that! :-)

The following day Sir had meetings and I stayed in the suite. Son came over by himself and took me to a nearby bistro for lunch and we chatted about his life, his plans, his new car and my growing desire for GRANDCHILDREN! This last is an ongoing bit of humor between us as he knows I would love to have some and he has no plans to make any!

Later, he took me back to the hotel. Sir and I had a quiet dinner in the hotel and prepared to return to Texas the following morning. For the flight home, I wore white. My white catsuit, dress, boots and gloves all under a new white burqa. We had no issues at the airport and saw two other women in full veil behind security. They were apparently headed for Dubai, based on the gate they were at. They saw me walking down the concourse and we nodded at each other, but did not speak. Our gate was some distance away.

The plane flight was uneventful. No holes appeared in our plane, and we arrived to a quite cool day here in TX.

All in all, a nice, though short, visit with the chance to say hello to our son.

That is about all for the moment ... nothing to exciting, but that is life.

Upon returning, the following weekend, we went to see the new movie Sucker Punch. Now that was intriguing.

Lady

Cool Winter and a Second Life

2011-02-08T10:25:00.000-08:00

Well, it has been a while between postings. We are having a very nice winter with rather more cold, ice, and snow than usual this month. But not the foot of snow we had in february last year.

We have done very little in the way of shopping or outings. The cold certainly makes latex dressing a bit of a challenge and I am routinely wearing three layers around the house...a total enclosure skin-suit in transparent rubber, a catsuit over that, and a dress over it all.

We did go see Tron: Legacy at the cinema...a fun flick with better story I think than the original. I was in my blue burqa with the two eyes which limits my vision a bit. We did not partake of 3D ... Not sure how that would work for me. I was able, however, to follow the story and the visuals are quite stunning. I love some of the costumes ... very dramatic and fetishy...I wonder how much the rest of the audience recognized that aspect. beneath my burqa I was in a long blue dress and a very tight, full enclosure blue tinted transparent skin-suit. AndI was, of course, silenced by the burqa's metallic blue latex hood which also has pepper-pot eyes to limit my vision further.

The new burqa which I have mentioned in other posts is more of a bronze electrum colour than platinum and Sir thinks it will be more interesting as a springtime outfit. So I hope to have some photos of it in a few weeks when the temperature starts back up.

I have been spending a lot of time in Second Life and have made some new friends. However, I mentioned Deirdre Young in my previous post and she and I met up again the other day at the Powers of Creation store. I was contemplating several new transparent latex full enclosure suits they are offering for avatars. I had just found a gorgeous latex kimono at Latex Web, inc. and was wearing it with a very nice Oiran hair. Deirdre suggested I model for her.

One thing led to another and a few minutes later (with Sir's enthusiastic permission) I was in her studio space and being posed on a wonderful stand crafted by Lelo. I have included some of the photos she let me have here.

I believe she will publish some others in her Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog soon. I think the kimono is one of the best in SL and the inclusion of Geta really completes the outfit. The hairpins are an extra item, but they were from Latex Web as well.

Not much else has been happening, as I said earlier. We have been resting up after Christmas and had absolutely no intention of getting out in the Ice this past week. Nor did we go to the SuperBowl, an event which has no attraction for Sir, whatsoever. I have been working on a gift for my sister, a new embroidery project. Doing needlework in gloves is challenging, let me state categorically!

And so I shall close this little posting. I hope everyone enjoys the images of my Second Life Avatar, latexladyll galicia.

Lady

A New Friend in Second Life

2010-12-12T16:42:00.000-08:00

I wanted to take a moment to mention that I have been back in Second Life a lot lately. I have been away for a few months, hardly ever signing on or going in-world. But I began to log in a bit more in the last month and Sir instructed me to update my wardrobe and my look. All of which translates into

SHOPPING SPREE!

I have been acquiring, at his behest, a significantly broader SL wardrobe and adopting a bit edgier (his term) look for my avatar, LatexLadyll Galicia. Of course the items are latex and I do still try to exercise a certain restraint in terms of fashion, looking for gowns and dresses, but I have added a ridiculous number of new items to my inventory in the past month. These include

Catsuits ... with the new V2 Tattoo layer, catsuits really are second skins, not first...and they fit nicely under more elaborate outfits.

Gowns ... There are more and more designers in SL making great latex gowns and formals

Hair ... I have upgraded my hair from the simple Betty Page style I have used for a couple years to include longer and more elaborate styles ... including some that go well with my kimonos and also with a more edgy look. Modesty Blaise was always another one of my favorite characters and I found some lovely Up-Dos that remind me of her

SHOES!!! ... it is amazing how many new pairs of shoes and boots I have purchased this month. Sir sent me specifically looking for thigh highs and for unusual stylings to go with my new-found look. Coincidentally, we have been shoe shopping in RL as well and I have acquired several new pairs in the real world as well as Second Life.

I have been much aided in these shopping endeavors by my recent re-discovery of the Second Life Fetish Fashion Blog by Deirdre Young and Lelo Recreant (http://slfetishfashion.blogspot.com/) . Although I had a whole list of usual shops that I frequent, these two fine young journalists provided me with a wonderful collection of new and different places to spend those Lindens.

A recent posting by these two led me back to House of Alisha and Alisha Ultisch. She has produced some amazing new latex restrictive and ethnic fashions including a new latex abaya with full veils (she had already made me several burqas), and an extravagant evening gown with layers of veiling which includes optional robotic handmaids.

I acquired the abaya and veils, and I am keeping my fingers crossed for the evening gown from Sir! it IS gift giving season, after all. So, even though I am seen more and more in long leggy catsuits, jackets, and other fetish gear, i can still retreat to a soft enveloping burqa from time to time. Her latest creation complements my new one in RL from Peter. I usually wear the one while I prance around in SL in the other. Those V2 features such as outfits and tattoo layer come in very handy as well ... As i am in RL, I can now be fully dressed in heavy restriction in SL while veiled most modestly in a burqa, khimar, or niqab and abaya

All of this is a digression however. I wanted to say that after I chatted with Alisha a bit, she mentioned Deirdre and Lelo to me and gave me an introduction. This led to me spending a lovely 90 minutes chatting with Deirdre (Lelo was present, but appropriately quiet as Deirdre's sub). The chat ranged all over the map but I can certainly say that this is one of the most intelligent, articulate, and fascinating persons I have met in SL. I heartily recommend the blog as both a wonderful reference and guide to fetish fashion in SL as well as an interesting insight into the thought processes of a pair of self reflective fetishists. The two ladies are fascinating to read and you can get a better sense of what real D/s relations look like both n RL and SL by just reading between the lines of their blog.

Well, SL aside, in the real world we have been quite busy the past month

Of course there is the usual seasonal decorating going on and we have our tree, lights, wreaths, and other decorations up. I have been embroidering christmas ornaments for years and we used only those on the tree this year. Nonetheless, we had too many so we donated a box of them to a local charity needing christmas decorations. We also chose our angel tree children from a tree at the mall ... Yes, I DID get a few odd looks picking out angel tree names from a tree while fully veiled in a bright red latex burqa...such fun.

I have been wearing the red one more and more lately because it is the most festive looking and I do enjoy this season. I presume most people have seen the latest photos Sir let me upload to Flickr which he took while we were out to lunch one day in November.

We've done our Christmas shopping and i have acquired some nice gifts for him. Shopping by myself in the mall is always an interesting experience...still exciting even after these last few years. However, if anything, shop clerks and people were more helpful than usual.

We have also been entertaining friends and visitors here in the past month. Our friends from Switzerland passed through for a weekend and it was great to see them. We also drove down to see his family in San Antonio for Thanksgiving. The weather was just incredible. A bit cool, but fine for walking around the shopping center and dining on thie patio the first night.

So, a usual Christmas season and a very enjoyable time lately.

Happy Holidays to everyone and I will write again soon
Lady

Out and About in Cool November Weather - with pics

2010-11-08T09:51:00.000-08:00

Well, by now, many people will have seen the new batch of pictures Sir took and let me put up on my flickr account. We were out for lunch at Cheesesteak Factory in the local town square the other day. We had a very nice afternoon, not doing much, but enjoying the day.

We do this quite often, but on this day, Sir took some photos and, with only a little begging, I was allowed to post them up on my Flickr account http://flickr.com/latexladyll.

We had lunch first...I was allowed to speak and to eat...bringing my small bites under the burqa. I wore my bright red one which looks very nice in the sun. He took some pics around the house and garden first, then took me over to Cheesecake Factory for some broccoli and fries. I was wearing a full face hood as usual under the burqa, but this one had a mouth opening so I could speak and eat normally.

After, we went window shopping...this is an unenclosed shopping center, a town square for the suburb really. I posed with a woman in surgical scrubs who saw us and popped out of a White House/Black Market clothing store. She wanted to know what we were up to and then I asked her if she would like Sir to take a picture with us both and she said yes.

Nice jackets in WH/BM, if you are into wool and do not require a hood. :-)

After that we wandered over to the Apple store and I got to play with an iPad a bit and look at the Mac Air...very nice and light. And I can report that the iPad works even with my gloves on!

Then off to the bookstore (a big box B&N ... love these places) and some browsing, some pictures (Sir took a couple of me from the escalator as he was going up) and then some as we got a drink at the coffee bar.

All in all a nice quiet afternoon as usual...not unlike how we spend our time quite often, but I was so happy he let me publish the pics. He usually does not even think to take any photos.

Everyone was very polite, some staring, but no comments. Cheesesteak Factory staff were wonderful and very helpful and most friendly. The Apple people were helpful and nice and the B&N folks are always completely accepting of the woman in the burqa!

Hope everyone enjoys the pics...everyone should be able to see them, even in places like German!

Lady

A Break in the Heat

2010-09-10T13:09:00.000-07:00

At long last, we've had a nice break in the heat. The temperature has dropped over the past few days and we had two days of torrential rains as a side effect of Tropical Storm Hermine. Unfortunately, that rain (about 30 cm in a day) cause flash floods and the weather spawned some very destructive tornadoes.

Sir and I spent much of the time indoors, however, and were quite safe. Our home is well above the flood plain and in a part of town not typically prone to tornadoes although any part of the DFW area is subject to them to some degree.

Nothing much to report. We took the opportunity of lower temps and rain to go out and have some fun. Dinner and movies in the cooler evenings. It was quite nice to go to a steak house and be able to eat a small plate of teak bites and potato under my red burqa. Sir allowed me to be un-gagged for the meal although I happily wore a very tight red silencing hood to and from the restaurant.

He has ordered me a new burqa in response to the comments from folks reading my last post. It will be in metallic platinum. Peter Leth, our master of rubber burqas, has come up with a new addition to the design which Sir likes a great deal.

I am looking forward to wearing it, as this new burqa will have three layers of occlusion and veiling. The new third part is supposed to be quite sever according to Sir.

For Labor Day we had some friends over, Sir cooked, and I was allowed to float around the pool in my white skinsuit and burqa. We even played a bit of pool volleyball and it was most fun. I must say, however, that a burqa is not the best attire for spiking the ball while standing in a pool. :-)

Floating in the burqas is amazing...all the rubber wetly flowing and settling and weighing me down, Our friends gently holding me up and caressing me, and being silenced and tightly wrapped and restrained...fantastic!

And, do not worry...we are always most careful with latex in the pool...I am never in any danger. If I don't say that I will have 20 comments about being careful ... please believe me when I say we know what we're doing and I don't recommend rubber enclosure in a pool without watchful, aware friends around.

Our friends were also in full enclosure for at least part of the day, although they shed their TE suits down to just briefs and bikinis for Sir's steak dinner. I, of course, was not allowed to shed anything, but was given a nice liquid milk-shake for my dinner. Sir was very nicely covered in an elaborate enclosure suit which he then took off to cook in. Under it he wore a rubber t shirt and rubber biking shorts of a most enjoyable nature.

Not much else to report. Sir is talking about us going to see Blue Man Group while they are here. That will be great fun, particularly swathed in multiple layers of metallic blue latex! I shall report back once we have seen the show.

It is once again clear and hot today, but with September here, the cooler temperatures of autumn are not far away.

Regards
Lady

Still Here - Been Very Lazy in the Heat

2010-08-15T10:48:00.000-07:00

Hello, everyone.

Yes, I am still here and still intent upon updating this blog. But it has been several months since my last post because I have had little or nothing I wished to write about.

I still have very little to report, but I am less busy now and staying inside almost constantly because of the extreme heat here in Texas. It has been as high as 107 F occasionally and the humidity is very high as well.

Sir has been traveling a lot lately as he gets business for his company but I have not accompanied him recently.

The heat is so high that I am reduced to a single layer of latex most of the time. Often this is just a loose skirted, ankle length dress with hood and gloves. Sometimes it is just a skinsuit.

I have been out swimming in our pool several times...typically in a white or transparent grey skin suit. But even then, it is best if I wait until the sun falls below the trees or even until after sunset.

We did go see Sorcerer's Apprentice a few evenings ago. Silly, but fun and I always enjoy Nicholas Cage. The particular theater at the cinema we went to was small as the movie is soon to be out of the theater. We sat in the top row and had only a handful of other people in to see the show. I wore my white burqa with its silencing hood ankle length dress over a white dress and gloves and boots. Very light latex for me since I had only the burqa hood on my head under the burqa and only the dress covering my skin. theater, thank goodness, are still well over air-conditioned so it was quite comfortable.

Sir seems quite comfortable with the heat, still wearing his latex slacks and shirts although he only wears one layer. He keeps his offices very cool as well so he can tolerate the heat as well. If he has to wear street clothes, he still tries to wear a thin catsuit underneath but he often just wears latex slacks and shirt into the office.

I understand from him that we may both be traveling back to Ireland for a few days soon, then on to the UK and Germany. The cooler temperatures will be most welcome.

I suppose I can no longer travel to France as well as Belgium and dress as I wish to. This is most unfortunate and unfair. Fortunately, even here in Texas, there have been no such calls for bans on dress to any significant degree.

We can only hope that the French Constitutional Council declares it to be unconstitutional, thereby restoring some rationality to the discussion.

So, not much adventure or travel in the past few months. Just working round the house (my garden is doing well, but our lawn is suffering in the heat) and resting and keeping myself busy in the house with a bit of shopping and going out.

Sir has begun to talk about another burqa for me and I expect a new dress may be in the offing for our soon to occur 35th wedding anniversary. He suggested I ask my readers about my next burqa?

- Metallic gold or silver or some other hue?
- Goggle eyes like my blue one or a traditional mesh like my others? or should it be fully occluding, rendering me sightless and well as speechless?
- Silencing hood inside it or a more restrictive garment such as a hooded strait jacket or a hooded shoulder cape that binds my upper arms to my sides?
- Hood with a built-in rubber gag, a sheath or condom gag, or the usual extra tight mouth covering with no gag?
- Arm slits like the rest of my burqas or built in sleeves ending in matching gloves?
- Should the burqa be somehow locking so that I cannot remove it? Perhaps collared around my neck or chained on?
- Should the head cap be more cylindrical and should there be more detailing on it or around the viewing area? Perhaps appliques in a contrasting color? Or in the same color for monochromicity?
- Should I have a matching dress under it
- Should that dress be loose skirted or severely hobbling?
- Should the dress be attached to the burqa so the whole thing is a single unremoveable unit?

Several of the ideas above are Sir's, of course. Your opinions are welcomed as are any additional ideas.

Lady

A Walk in the Park

2010-05-03T02:32:00.001-07:00

Sir took me out yesterday to a local park to listen to a live concert. The weather was lovely and it was in the evening so it was cool enough to enjoy the walk. But I get ahead of myself. First, I must mention that we have visitors at the moment. My niece Sarah and her three year old son Josh are visiting us for a few days.

We've been having loads of fun around the house, playing in the yard, and shopping. It does mean spending all my time encased in latex burqas which is a bit of a chore, but well worth it given the company and fun we've had. Per Sir's orders I am veiled at all times when someone else is in the house, although I am allowed to speak to her.

We decided to go out shopping the other day and I explained I would have to silence myself with a gag. Sarah helped me get ready to go out. I already had a black dress, gloves and hood on when she suddenly came into my dressing room to get something. I asked her to help me pick out a gag to insert into my mouth. The hood I was wearing allows a variety of gag designs to be chosen and used to fill my mouth. I have a selection ranging from small to large to inflatables. She suggested a medium sized inflatable with recessed valve. It is one of my favorites because it fills my mouth but does not have a protruding valve.

I inflated it to a comfortable level and she topped me up, giggling a bit as she squeezed the bulb twice more. Then, I pulled on my white burqa and she zipped its silencing hood closed for me. It fits very tightly when it goes over the black hood I was wearing and takes a bit of tugging to get the zip shut.

Usually, I do not bother with a gag inserted into my mouth under the burqa. The silencing hood is sufficient to stifle my voice and remind me that I must be silent in public. However, Sir has been having me actively gag more often lately and I thought I should for this outing.

My niece and indeed my whole family, is most tolerant of my lifestyle and it was fun to be out with another girl (woman, really, as she is in her late twenties) while I was fully covered and she was in fashionable, chic, casual wear. Since I was going to be in latex, Sarah wore her own tight, shiny real-latex leggings and a fitted, metallic red latex-look shell that came just below her waist. She is very fit and quite petite like me. We both favor four inch heels and were of a height while out and about.

Her leggings were footless and her shoes were a very pretty pair of metallic red Grecian strap sandals with laces crawling up her ankles over the leggings. I offered her a choice of black or red wrist length latex gloves with rubber ruffles at the wrist and she chose the red. I made a gift to her of those later as I seldom wear them anymore and she looked wonderful in them.

We certainly attracted our share of stares as we wandered one of the larger malls in Dallas with her little boy walking between us and holding our hands...hers in red rubber and mine in white latex over black.

Her little boy thinks we should all wear "shiny clothes". I nearly choked around the gag inside my silencing hood with laughter when he said that because it is the same thing my son used to say to me when he was growing up.

We enjoyed a nice day out at the mall, then yesterday the four of us went to the park for the concert. Saturday I was in a transparent skinsuit with grey tint, a long black dress, hood, corset, boots and gloves for our mall excursion. The burqa over this was my bright white one with its built-in silencing hood to limit my vision and speech. I also wore a second pair of gloves, white, so my hands would be covered securely and also match the burqa.

As I said above, Sarah had even helped me dress before hand and was fascinated to watch me pull on the burqa hood and helped zip it shut, sealing me in silence for the day out. She was not the least confounded by having to keep up both sides of the conversation and regaled me with stories of her job, co-workers, and adventures with preschool. For my part, the occasional "mmm", nod, or a flurry of my rubber gloved hands constituted my contribution, but we got on well. I could not eat or drink in the white burqa hood, but we stopped for sodas and she and Josh enjoyed themselves.

For the park last night I wore a blue tinted skinsuit, a blue metallic rubber dress with a fairly strict narrow ankle length skirt and black corset and boots. Over that I wore the blue goggle-eyed burqa and blue gloves. The burqa has the severe interior hood you've probably seen on my Flickr account. I once again wore an internal gag but not an inflatable one.

We walked to the park from our house. It is only about two blocks and was quite comfortable. There were about 200 people gathering to attend the concert and the weather was perfect, temperatures in the 60's and a lovely breeze blowing my burqa slightly.

Fortunately, we were not required to tramp across much grass, certainly not as much as the ladies in Galway at the races have to. And our grass was not wet. We wandered the crowd for a while, then found a nice place to sit on a grass covered embankment overlooking the stage. After I settled myself on the grass, the blue latex swirling around my seated form, Josh crawled up into my lap to watch the show. Sarah, once more in her latex leggings but with a black top with long sleeves and black ankle boots sat next to me and chatted with me. Sir sat on the other side of me and talked with us.

The music was nice, covers of some fun stuff from the 80's and 90's by a local band. We had several many stares and a couple of people looked like they wanted to approach but in the end only one person came up to Sarah and asked her if I could see OK. She acted as if I was deaf, not just veiled. Or maybe she thought I was mentally challenged :-)

Sarah leaned over and asked me if I could see, I nodded and the woman moved off looking embarrassed. We all chuckled, mine a bit muffled, and Josh asked what we were laughing about.

Afterward, we walked home, my burqa flapping in the wind which had picked up a bit. The trip took a bit since I was severely limited in my gait. Josh was sleepy and Sir carried him on his shoulder. By the time we reached our home he was asleep.

Sarah put him to bed and then helped me remove my silencing hood and gag, but I kept the burqa on afterward as we gathered in our living room for drinks before bed. All in all, a wonderful couple of days.

Lady

Sunday Morning ... with Goo

2010-03-14T09:21:00.000-07:00

Well it is about 9am on a sunny Sunday morning and we are just finishing breakfast. We have been enjoying a delicious plate of sugary, sticky cinnamon rolls and crispy bacon. Sir got up early this morning and made me breakfast in bed! I was allowed to sleep late, wrapped in rubber duvet and hooded nightgown.

Any idea how messy eating cinnamon rolls is when your face is encased in tight latex? Yes, I had an open mouthed hood on, but nonetheless, gooey, sticky icing was all over my mouth and cheeks before I was done. It was wonderful.

Sir ensured that icing went other places as well. His rubber undergarments and cassock will need a good wash as well :-) It is a good thing that our bed covers are latex...even so they will require quite a cleaning this afternoon.

Now, we are finishing up, I have cleaned myself up a bit and must shortly head for my bath. A nice soak in warm water with jacuzzi jets and bubble bath is just what I am looking forward to. Then a nice clean skinsuit and my prettiest red dress, hood and gloves for a Sunday outing. Sir wants us to go to a movie and do some book shopping this afternoon.

And I hope we get more cinnamon rolls!

Eating in latex enclosure is always a bit of a challenge (unless it is piped into one - but that's not really eating...just being force fed like a machine being fueled or lubed) but I usually manage it with small bites which I can guide to my mouth without staining my hood much...just a bit of juice or grease which cleans away neatly with a serviette. And of course, when we are out in public, under a burqa no one can see even that little bit of mess.

But there are some foods that are just messy no matter what one does ... and a few that are intrinsically fun as well! mmmmmm

Regards
Lady

A Quiet Spring

2010-02-28T04:17:00.000-08:00

Nothing much is happening around ourselves at the moment. We are enjoying a quiet time of rest and reasonably warm weather here in late February. The pool is, of course, still too cool to use, but we hope it will be warm enough by April.

We've spent some time working around the house and I have been finally catching up on cataloging books in our library. I had neglected making any notes or records of books we acquired in Ireland and that laziness is coming back to haunt me now.

Sir has added a few new toys to our playroom and I'v ebeen the enthusiastic recipient of their attentions. I shall describe them more fully in later postings. clothing wise, I've not had anything new recently (since Christmas). Valentine's Day I received a very nice, extremely soft and cuddly, totally rubber encased teddy bear among other things. he is quite cute and I have no idea where Sir acquired such a perfectly fitting catsuit for a plush bear about 2 feet in height.

Sir has begun taking about a new burqa perhaps in metallic silver or gold. He loves the look of the blue one. I think we have agreed that the double eyed look is fascinating, but might be a bit less alien looking if the eyes were almond shaped or oval. The cloth ones we model on often have the eye holes teardrop shaped with the elongated tail angled up to the outside of the wearer's head. This seems to soften the look.

I have been wearing dresses with hobble skirts more around the house lately. These are very tight rubber with very narrow hems at ankle height and they constrict my stride considerably. I rather enjoy kneeling on the carpet next to Sir's chair while wearing such skirts as they constantly restrict any slight movement and remind me of my position. Of course, the full enclosure hood helps with that as well :) i do not have to wear such hoods all the time, but I enjoy being hooded so much that I do it voluntarily even when Sir does not require it. It rather pleases him to see me self-restrict in this manner.

Silencing hoods, tight corsets, multiple catsuits, hobble skirts, strict gloving with more than one pair...all these things are things which please him greatly and I find it very convenient to self restrict myself when I dress in the mornings. Then, I am ready to go out if he desires and if not I am propoerly enclossed for the day anyway.

And, of course, if he desires me to be in some other rubber costume i have the pleasure of being undressed and redressed by him.

Sir requires me to be strictly gloved and tightly clothed in latex even to clean around the house, cook meals, and while I am working in the library. Typing is a challenge, but I persevere. Cooking dinner and doing laundry while wearing full enclosure rubber catsuits and dresses is also challenging but fun. Not being able to taste my cooking because I am in a silencing hood that fits so tightly my lips go numb is a bit of a challenge, but Sir tells me how the sauce or soup is coming along :)

Lest anyone think this is my only life mode, however, let me point out that I had a cold last week and Sir did NOT allow me to wear a full face hood, just an open faced one. I spent the whole week resting, in latex nightgowns and robes, and did not get to wear anything remotely restraining or restrictive. That was restful, but I confess I missed tight hoods and gloves and draping my burqas over myself and going out to shop or see a movie. I was quite ready to climb the walls when I finally recovered (grand total of 3 days) and we went out to a nice dinner of tapas with me in my red burqa and no hood underneath. Sir is quite solicitous of my health and comfort and wanted to ease me back into full enclosure and restrictive dressing.

Fortunately, this week I am back to normal and as I write am wearing a full grey tinted, transparent skinsuit under a very tightly skirted black rubber hobble dress, two pairs of gloves which extend under the sleeves to rise over my elbows, and a mouthless hood with a separate gag fitted tightly between my lips. My knee high boots are very tight over the skinsuit and have 5 inch spike heels with zips up the back. It feels good to feel good again.

Regards
Lady

Snow

2010-02-11T13:18:00.000-08:00

It is snowing here in Dallas today.

We often have slight snowfalls in February, but I do not recall the last time I saw it snow for 12 straight hours here in Dallas. It is at least 4 inches deep around our property. Just lovely.

The temperature is above freezing, but the snow keeps coming down. It makes for some beautiful scenes. Sir has had to clear snow off our satellite dish twice though.

Sir has had me step out in multiple layers...still rather cool even under three layers of rubber. But I must say, the pictures he's taken are impressive looking, particularly the ones where I am in my white burqa. I was all in white rubber, catsuit, dress and burqa.

The blue burqa makes more contrast though...I am much easier to spot in it. :)

Not much else to report...we certainly are not going out!

Regards
Lady

Recent Travels - London was fun

2010-02-02T00:23:00.000-08:00

Just a short note to say hello to everyone and to thank you for all the comments on my new burqa and my new years eve fun.

We've been traveling again. Ireland, london, then back to texas. It has been an interesting experience because Sir required me to wear the new blue burqa with its two goggle eyes. It seems to be much more disturbing to people than the mesh versions...I guess it makes me look more 'alien' and less 'veiled'.

London was very cold as we wandered Kensington and Oxford circus and Mayfair. It was about freezing with a bit of wind to lower the temp further. I wore four layers to go out including:
a transparent blue full enclosure skinsuit with gloves and feet but no mouthole
a second catsuit (opaque metallic blue) plus matching hood (also with no mouthole) and gloves
a black rubber corset and a black long, tight, ankle length hobble skirt which limits my stride. It zips down the back to a ridiculously small circumference, enforcing steps as small as three inches. Sir would allow only a small walking slit so my stride was just about a foot. Stairs were impassable.

Finally, I wore a full metallic blue dress with ankle length loose skirt, and a tight bodice with long tight sleeves cut in a raglan style so the dress curves nicely over my breast.

My boots were black rubber knee high boots over the two catsuits. Five inch spike heels and very pointed toes. They are very shiny which worked in London as shiny black patent was everywhere.

Over everything I wore the blue burqa with its internal silencing hood as my third hood and a third pair of gloves in metallic blue rubber which come up almost to the elbow. This was to insure that my hands emerging from the burqa would be both identical in colour and unfeeling as only a three layer rubber enclosure can make them. the appears to be a part of the burqa and Sir commented that he might have Peter make one with built-in gloves.

We went shopping, taking taxis around town, wandering through Harrods, and John Lewis, then off to Oxford Circus for some window shopping. Finally, we went back to Picadilly, went into Berwick street looking at fancy fabric (no latex) and ended up the day at Fortnam and Mason. Then back to our hotel where I warmed up for about an hour before we went out to a lovely restaurant for dinner.

Unfortunately we did not have time to get up to Islington and peruse the fetish shops.

I was not particularly cold under all those layers, but I was heavily restricted and restrained in walking, forced by the inner tight hobble skirt to take small steps which Sir happily accommodated.

So London was fascinating in cold blue rubber. We had quite a lot of looks and a few comments. One woman asked about the material when we were in Berwick street. No one seemed to expect me to be able to speak and no one seemed offended at a veiled blue spirit wafting her way through the streets.

We return to Texas this week and should have dinner with friends after that. i shall post again when we do. I have not had any more trouble flying veiled than i did before. I wear an open faced hood under a burqa and ask for a private screening which is always accommodated. I then put on a tighter, silencing hood later in a ladies room behind security. I usually sit quietly during the flight anyway and if I now have to 'keep my hands in full view, I do so through the slits in my burqa. I have not been asked to unglove.

Some people have asked my opinion of the new movement in France to ban the burqa. Let me state categorically that I am a libertarian and do not feel that ANY government has the right to tell any person how to dress or what to wear.

The argument about needing to see the face for security reasons is ludicrous. If you are a criminal you will add the crime of hooding, masking, or wearing a cycle helmet to your list. If you are not, then it makes no difference whether your face is shown or not.

The notion that veils or burqas are oppressive to women is just as ludicrous. people are oppressive to women, not clothing. I am certain there are plenty of women in the world who are forced to wear veils, burqas, and other such garb against their will. forced by either other people, peer pressure, culture, or belief. many who do so probably would like to not do so.

I am just as certain that there are women forced to wear tight short skirts, high heels, particular hairdos, bras, and even to have surgery by men or by their own perceptions of the requirements their society and class and circle puts on them.

To be forced against your will to conform to someone else's notion of proper attire or demeanor is wrong. To allow yourself to willingly submit to someone else's notion of dress, appearance, behaviour, and attitude is fetish...and a wonderful fetish it is too! We all have the right to build whatever type of relationship makes us happy...but no one has the right to make us unhappy or pressure us into a mode against our will.

If women may not veil, then where does it stop? men can't wear caps? women may not wear hats? sunglasses? makeup? perhaps cosmetic surgery will be outlawed? No long robes? No long dresses? Pockets can hide things, perhaps they must go. The list is endless.

France's leader is afraid of the changes coming to his country, but change WILL come. Soon my country of the USA will be Hispanic majority and will begin to speak Spanish more than English. While I do not believe in any religion or god myself, Islam will most likely continue to grow and be very popular with a vast number of people over the next few decades, supplanting Christianity just because people are seeking something else. But the majority of those people will want th epeaceful aspects of a religion and will want to live their lives and dress their bodies as they prefer.

In addition, fashions for the non-religious will move through extremes and waves where certain forms of dress shock and annoy the establishment, then become normative and entrenched. I remember how upset women born in the 20's were about miniskirts...but not about those incredible bullet bras of the fifties :)

Change happens and legislating against some minor aspect of it such as particular dress will not stop it. The powers that be in Europe and in the rest of the world need to understand that.

So I would say that people should be left alone to dress as they see fit, to express their opinions by means of their clothing and appearance as well as their voice and writing. (Or non-voice if they choose to be gagged).

regards
Lady

A New Year and a lot of activity

2010-01-03T05:14:00.000-08:00

After a nice Christmas at home with our son and his girlfriend, I've been enjoying the first few days of the new year, lounging around the house in my new blue burqa, and connecting to friends and potential friends in Yahoo and Facebook.

Sir and I had a very nice dinner out on New Years Eve with another couple. I was restrained and gagged under my new burqa with its goggle eyes and internal silencing hood. I could not eat, of course, but sat quietly in my chair at the restaurant until the others had finished their dinner and drinks, then we all stood up and raised glasses (even me) to ring in the new year at midnight.

The restaurant staff were very accommodating and understanding. They have had the enjoyment of our custom before and knew that when i come in I almost never eat. Sometimes Sir allows me to be ungagged and to eat small plates, but less and less lately. he has been taking me on a journey of greater and stricter restraint and isolation lately and the new blue burqa is part of that.

It looks so unhuman, and many people seem to find it more intimidating with its two goggle eyes, that Sir prefers me to be less and less free when wearing it. So I am often restrained at the arms, hobbled at the ankles, and gagged with an inflatable gag under the bright blue rubber hood which is built into the burqa.

This all limits the interaction I can have with others which both Sir and I find exciting but which disconcerts strangers. Something about the eyes also seems to disturb people and I get more comments such as, "Why are you covered like that?" and "How can you see under that?" or "Can you breathe? Isn't that very stuffy?" they become even more flustered when I tap my mouth to indicate that i cannot speak, unless my arms are bound in which case i cannot interact with them at all except to shake my head.

New Years Eve we were out with another latex couple, very good friends, and she was in a beautiful red rubber gown with tight sleeves and matching gloves which she never removed, of course. She wore a red catsuit under it as well as red boots.

I was in a black catsuit and dress dress under the burqa and high heeled black rubber boots. The dress has an attached hood and gloves and my blue hood and gloves went on over these. My arms were secured behind my back for most of the evening until just before midnight when Sir released them so i could hold up a glass to toast the new year.

The two men were dressed in latex slacks and shirts and blazers. They also both wore tight catsuits under the 'street wear'. Sir referred to me as 'it' several times during the evening when discussing his planned after dinner activities and the woman became quite aroused at some of the things Sir suggested we all do after the dinner party.

After dinner we went back to our house and I was used to provide pleasure to all three of them, starting with the woman. She had me slowly remove her dress so that I could be placed between her legs to please her while her husband massaged her breasts and thighs. Sir watched for a while, then got involved using a whip on my back and buttocks to encourage me further.

Later I provided an oral orifice for each of the men to relieve themselves and was whipped (quite harshly) by the woman as I was used by her husband. Other activities included me being tied over our spanking bench and being used orally while she was tied up to our whipping post and administered to by Sir.

After we all collapsed about 3am, I was put into my vac bed for sleeping, and our friends stayed the night. In the morning I was whipped by the woman before being released from the bed and then had to bathe her and her husband as well as Sir before being allowed to clean up myself. I was made to do so in my catsuit and to put on my burqa, fully gagged and gloved, just to please them all. It was absolutely wonderful.

After bathing and dressing our guests and Sir (who was lounging in his rubber dressing gown), they ate a light breakfast which I was denied. but while I served them, I was force fed through a set of tubes attached to each of them. it was quite bizarre with me mounted in the center of the table like a rotating statue, being fed from their bladders while I placed strawberries and toast into their mouths.

Our friends left before lunchtime, fully dressed in rubber and wishing us a great 2010.

So that's how I spent New Years Eve, then new years day later. Since then Sir has allowed me to remain fully hooded and gagged for the past few days (as well as skin suited and plugged) while I chatted with friends, connected with others on Yahoo and Facebook. it has been a most enjoyable holiday.

regards
Lady

New Blue Burqa

2009-11-28T11:39:00.000-08:00

It is amazing to me how time passes so quickly. Finally, I have posted some photos Sir just took of me in my new blue burqa to my flickr account

Nothing much has been happening of late. We visited Sir's sister for Thanksgiving and had a great time. We went out shopping at one of the outdoor malls on Friday and I got some presents for Sir. It was fun shopping in the burqa with its silencing hood on underneath. The two eye hole design limits my peripheral vision more than the single large mesh, but the view ahead is quite clear.

We have been back to Ireland a few times over the past few months and the new pictures are from the Irish house. they are not great quality, just snapshots Sir took in passing. I hope to get some in the sunlight soon.

I've had some questions about the burqa and I thought I would add the answers to this post.

The material is metallic blue latex from radical rubber and is a wonderful reflective blue that seems to glow in the right light. The burqa is sewn atthe seams. Peter always makes his goods this way and it adds a true touch of class and sophistication to the look (at least in my opinion).

Along with the burqa with its goggle eyes look, Sir had Peter make a matching hood of the same color. The hood has goggle eyes with perforated openings as well. This actually does not change my ability to see much at all. I was concerned that the double perforations with smaller openings would make vision much more limited, but it does not. However, the burqa's goggle eyes limit peripheral vision much more than my other burqas with their wider meshes.

The hood is a silencing hood just like my others. It has no mouth hole and I cannot speak when it is installed on my face and tightly zipped into place. For extra care in making me silent Sir has occasionally inserted a gag into my mouth as well, before sealing the hood around my face and head.

The other feature of the hood is that is attaches to the inside of the burqa with a popper at the crown of my head. Which means it can be removed and the burqa worn without it if Sir so desires. I sometimes wander around the house wearing just the hood under a matching ankle length dress, then I can pop the burqa on in about 5 seconds.

This hood is amazingly tight and totally restrictive and silencing. Once it is fully zipped shut, I find I cannot open my mouth to talk against the pressure of the latex. At the same time it fits perfectly so I do not get that jaw pain even when wearing it continuously for a couple of days. It is multi-panel and sewn just as the burqa is.

When Sir took the pictures I just uploaded to Flickr and the one above, I was was wearing a matching metallic blue dress and gloves. My boots were black rubber knee high with 5 inch heels. We looked at a pair of metallic blue latex thigh boots on eBay, but did not think they would fit me properly and have not acquired them yet.

Sir acquired metallic blue gloves to go with the burqa, but we were sad to see the colors do not quite match. He is searching for some that are made from RR's latex. They are quite nice, though.

My previous blue burqa (made by a friend) was made with an internal leotard with bondage sleeves that were closed and wrapped around behind me like a straitjacket. unfortunately, it was badly damaged sometime back and was beyond repair. This new one is fantastic and the goggle eyes are amazing. I hope Sir has others made for me with this look. I look alien and different and somehow more restricted and isolated in this one than the others. I understand why they are so popular in areas where burqas are worn routinely.

We went shopping in an open air mall after Thanksgiving and I had many stares and reactions, but was able to go into some shops alone, buy gifts for Sir, and manage to complete the sales even silenced. The clerks were only interested in my credit cards, not my veil - :-) Shopping for books or other items WITH Sir present was as much fun as usual. We did not see anyone else veiled that day, but the shops were full and busy, yet I only garnered a few looks (maybe one or two shaken heads).

The weather was comfortable with a bit of a breeze blowing and the burqa billowed out behind me a couple of times. In my red burqa this could be a problem because it would shift around and the mesh would no longer line up with my eyes. My white burqa with the hood firmly attached inside corrects this and the new blue one does as well. I wasn't sure if the use of the snap would be as effective, but it works like a charm. the goggle eyes of the hood and the goggle eyes of the burqa stayed lined up even in a heavy breeze.

i was wearing the same blue dress (ankle length) and gloves as in the photo above, but of course, what I am wearing beneath my blue latex veil is irrelevant. The dress has a high ruffled collar which fits over the neck of the hood making the hood seem to emerge from inside the dress. The look is quite nice. The same happens at the cuffs of the sleeves as they engulf my gloves. The bodice is tight and slightly ruffled too making the overall look quite conservative and school marmish...just what Sir likes. It goes well with my figure too, even with my corset. I guess I need a blue rubber corset now...hint to Sir!

Well, that should explain what I was wearing and how the burqa works. Thank you all for being patient with me and I hope this answers some of the questions. The pictures are on http://www.flickr.com/latexladyll

regards
Lady

What a Summer

2009-10-24T08:43:00.000-07:00

Well, it has certainly been a while since I wrote. I want to thank everyone who has been sending in comments asking when I wo9uld blog again.

To make a long story short, Sir wound up in hospital two weeks after my last post and was there for some time. He has been recovering for the past two months and is just about back to normal now. He had a massive infection which just got out of hand.

So, as you can imagine, I have been most busy and worried. And I have just not felt like writing for the last three months. In the middle of all that, as he has regained his strength, we have relocated back to Ireland for a couple of months.

However, things are getting back to normal now. Sir is home and his strength is back. I have had some time to rest and to enjoy my latest gift from him. So I decided it was time to write a bit more.

The challenge with Sir in the hospital was, as it was a few years ago, in staying fully covered as per our desired lifestyle. I must say, however, that the hospital was understanding and helpful. I was able to wear my burqas, with dress and gloves and even my inner hoods but , of course, I had to be able to communicate a bit so I was not gagged as I usually am when I go out in public.

I mentioned my latest gift. Sir has had a new metallic blue burqa made for me by our usual designer in Denmark, Peter Leth. It replaces my previous blue one, made by some friends, which had recently worn out. The new one has some interesting features including arm slits and a built-in hood like the white burqa.

The internal hood, however, is snapped to the outer burqa which means it can be easily separated and worn by itself if Sir wishes me to. The eyes are different as well. The hood has pepperpot eyes just like my white burqa hood, and no mouth, of course, but the outer burqa does not have the traditional mesh viewport. rather, it has goggle eyes with pepperpot perforations as well. This gives the wearer a much more limited view and the look is very bizarre.

The burqa is metallic blue latex. It shimmers and reflects the light beautifully. and, while I will miss my original blue burqa that wwas made by friends, this one is even nicer and more elaborate. The cap is nicely shaped and it fits perfectly. Peter does wonderful work.

The blue looks wonderful against the water in our pool and probably attracts more looks than even my red one. The metallic look is somehow more provocative. We have acquired matching gloves of course and I love the monochromatic look. I think a nice metallic blue catsuit or ankle length dress might be next on the acquisition list.

Sir says we can post some pictures of me in it soon.

Well, that's about all for now. we are here in Ireland for another couple of weeks before returning to Texas. The weather is clod, wet, and blustery...perfect rubber wearing weather and we have seen several pairs of real latex leggings on the shopping streets in the city centre.

Dallas is cooler now as well, so when we return in a couple of weeks it should be enjoyable to dress in total rubber as well. I am very happy to be back in my standard two layers plus burqa layer.

Regards
Lady

a few pointers

2009-07-18T04:53:00.000-07:00

I wanted to respond to a comment from a friend and give my friends a few pointers for connecting to me

First, however, let me say the weather here in Texas is hot, but I did have a nice trip to Boston for a few days which ended up in Ireland again for a week or so last month. Theat cooled me off.

I am dressed today in a very thin all encasing transparent lilac tinted skin suit, with, as usual large eyeholes and mouthhole. Over this I am wearing a semi-transparent pink peignoir of ankle length latex with a ruffled closure over the front. I have just got out of bed a while back and not yet bathed or dressed.

My second layer hood is pink today, to match the peignoir and has, as usual, no mouth hole so i am properly silenced for the morning. It also has closed lenses over the eyes and a very tight fitting neck...it is a pull over with no zip or other closure.

The inside temperature of our home is at 68 F which makes it possible to be fully sealed like this. The outside temperature, now, at about 7am, is already in the 80 F range.

I have been allowed to dress lightly like this for several days except when Sir wishes to engage in a scene ... and of course a burqa must cover such thin layers when I go out. One does not go out of the house in a peignoir, however, and it is replaced by one of my white or red full length dresses and pairs of gloves, boots, corset, and hood.

we've had no particular adventures this week...the trip to Boston, then Ireland, was a bit of a surprise but went off smoothly. We have kept our house in the West so we had a fully stocked place to stay.

Now a point about connecting to me. A friend recently pointed out that I am rejecting more connections now and I should explain my internal decision process on accepting invites. So here goes.

I receive a great number of friend requests and have had to make some decisions about which services i will connect through...and apply some standards for acceptance.

First, the two services I feel best about are Yahoo Connects and Facebook. The third is MySpace. Please use one of those to send me invites.

I had a bad experience with grouply and will not connect through it ... nothing personal to those who use it, but I had to slice the pie somewhere and I still receive strange requests from grouply form time to time.

I will accept a request only from someone who has a reasonably fleshed out profile on one of the top 3. I can't see this until I connect, but an empty profile will result in me dropping the connection in a non-prejudicial manner...meaning I'll look again if i get another. This also means you must offer a photo. A photo which I feel might be you (not obviously found on the web), and no avatars. They are cute, but I like to see a photo. And a personal invite instead of the system generated one says you are truly interested too. it can still be a one liner, but it lets me know you are intrigued.

The quickest response from me is to a photo of you in fetish. This doesn't have to be rubber, but something where I can recognize that you are interested in fetish like me.
If all you have is a crop of your last office party or you on vacation at Yellowstone, that's OK. But I would prefer to see a fetish dressed photo of you.

Let me hasten to note that, from my point of view, the many friends I have in the muslimah category count as well...a photo of you in your hijab, niqab, or burqa, while not officially 'fetish' will get you accepted onto my links list immediately. Same think for a man visibly committed to his beliefs...immediate accepts on those.

And while it is not a pre-condition of me accepting, the more info on the profile, the better...but everyone has a different comfort level, so I make no real judgement here. I just note that in a community, it is nice to know some details about an individual...we should all flesh out our profiles a bit.

I am the LAST person who feels I have to see your face or kn,ow your legal name...not interested in that...another reason photos of you in a hood veil, or mask are perfect. They scream out that you are committed to your interests.

I truly hope I do not offend anyone with these guidelines. But I now receive up to 200 invites a day sometimes and while I like having a long list of links and friends, a girl has to have some of the day left to process. :-)

Thank you all for continuing to read, for saying hello when we meet in SL, and for giving me your wonderful thoughts.

regards
Lady

A Point of View

2009-05-21T04:09:00.000-07:00

It is so nice to see other people wearing the clothes now. The fashion show we recently attended was delightful with wonderful fashions for the cognoscenti. The sheen on the material is stunning, making the models look like they are walking while wrapped in liquid.

The drape across their breasts and the intensely high necks give the definite impression that these fashions are intended to retrain and control the wearer. The hoods are black, covering the heads and letting only the faces show through and the restraints over the shoulders keep the arms straight and close to thebody in a sensual fashion.

Shoulders have returned, many of the blouses and tops reminiscent of Gibson girl fashions from the early 20th century. Other designers capitalize on the stern, rigid 1950's fashion of Dior's new Look, the shiny dresses made stiff over bullet bras with heavy boning.

The skirts and dresses are cut so tight to the hip and the leg that they enforce a certain gait, small steps, one foot before the other. beneath the skirts shiny leggings or thigh high boots enhance and control the legs of the models.

Every model is gloved and the gloves are so tight they must be cutting circulation. They rise up to the shoulder, often under three quarter or even short sleeves...presenting that fetishistic look of a woman from the 1930's with a light colored evening gown with short sleeves matched with contrasting black gloves to remind their partners of their presence and phallic power.

One designer un-apologetically poses and displays his models as lesbians, two per runway walk, stroking each others shiny black hoods with slickly gloved hands that move down to caress breasts and slither around each others tightly corseted waists and hips.

The footwear was almost exclusively boots over amazingly shiny leggings. The heels were never less than 5 inches and often more. Looking at boots which seemed to crawl up a model's legs, disappearing woith promise beneath her skirt, lent an intensely erotic frizon to the fashions. Some of the models unzipped long slits showing that even with ankle length hobble skirts, thigh high boots of the tightest and slickest variety were the order of the day.

The whole show, with many designers, concentrated on clothes which restrain, control, limit, and encase their wearer. The models seemed pleased with fashions that limited their mobility, forced them to walk in small mincing steps, and had them teetering on heels that approached heaven. All while having much of their faces covered and absolutely no hair showing beneath their tight shiny black hoods, some of which covered their eyes with just small slits for viewing while others came slithering up their necks and over their chins to cover the lower part of the face and mouth.

Simply wonderful!

Sir and I had the opportunity to attend a fashion show here in Dallas recently. The fashions were NOT latex and the show was NOT a fetish event. The fabrics were silk, satin, leather, and vinyl in an incredibly diverse combination. The leggings were PVC or leather or shiny liquid looking plastic bonded to stretch lycra.

I was just struck by how these 'NORMAL' fabrics were being used to craft very beautiful, couture clothing with lots of built in kink...the exact sort ofthings we see in our latex and leather fashion shows, but executed in other materials and not so blatant about the erotic aspects.

Sir and I, in latex suit and burqa, got quite a lot of attention and looks and several compliments from some of the designers. It was much fun

regards
Lady

Back in the US of A

2009-04-21T15:51:00.000-07:00

Well, time has passed and things have happened and we are back

That is, we are back in the US of A

We arrived a couple weeks ago but I have just been too busy to blog lately.

It is very nice to be back in our house and in our usual town...and in warm sunshine (sometimes too warm) and near our friends.

I say too warm because it is considerably sunnier, warmer, and drier here than Ireland. However, lounging by our pool yesterday in full latex enclosure was quite nice. I waited until the sun was going down and the heat of the day was off, then went out and sat on the chase.

It has taken a bit of getting used to. We went out to a mall the other evening shopping for some presents and i was very aware of how many stares I was getting in my flowing white burqa.

But my most enjoyable moment was a few weeks ago when we came back into the US. We were debarking at Chicago O'Hare airport after our flight from Dublin. I was in my white burqa as is usual these days for traveling. Suddenly we encountered a large family with three women (two very tall and thin and a third more matronly) all in black abaya and full niqab and gloves, their daughters also niqab'd (but in grey) and three men traveling with them. They preceded us through customs, then Sir and I followed. Suddenly we were all clustered at the exit from customs. Sir and I stepped around them and headed for the escalator. As I rose up on the steps, I looked back and the whole family were watching me and Sir. I waved a white gloved hand at them and one of the girls waved a little grey gloved hand back.

It just brought home to me that more and more being veiled in public in the US s accepted. No one else n the airport paid any attention to me or to them, crowds of passengers hurrying around them and us.

Here at home, I do get some stare3s in the mall, but frankly, the sight of veiled and even niqab'd women is becoming common enough around our place that I raise no eyebrows particularly.

We have settled back into the house, made sure the playroom is properly furnished (some things had been packed away) and finally moved all of our artworks back onto their proper shelves. We have not yet had an opportunity for entertaining any friends, but have been out to dinner with friends a couple of times.

Sir is very pleased to be back and has taken a few weeks off...which means he's lounging around the house in a full enclosure suit and long rubber cassock all day and night. I find I am wearing a single total enclosure skinsuit and a dress .. with corset of course, but a layer less than my usual in Ireland. It is warm enough here that this feels more comfortable right now. mostly, I am dressing in white rubber these days, sometimes changing to black for evenings with Sir.

Frankly, though, I really adore the way the white dresses and burqa look...and they way they gleam in the Texas sunshine. Ireland just has not had enough sunshine these past few years.

Not much else to say just now. But it is fun to be back

regards
Lady

Cold Weather, Warm Rubber

2009-03-08T04:10:00.000-07:00

Well it has, I notice, been some time since I wrote...where does the time go?

I have been packing those things we are taking back to the States but we will probably not leave Ireland for another Month or so...perhaps around Easter, Sir says.

Lifestyle wise, I have found three layers of latex, at a minimum, keep me pretty warm in this cold and damp. There were some pretty days with freezing temps recently, but the rains seem to have returned now. Even as I write this sleet is pounding on our patio door. but it will be followed, probably, by a period of clear sunshine.

It is Sunday morning and I am wearing a lavender tinted transparent catsuit under a very cute little short latex nightie in transparent pink and a lovely lavender tinted transparent pegnoir. These three layers or those of a catsuit, dress, and burqa keep me fairly warm in this cold climate.

Many people have been asking about my new suit and I thought I would describe it a bit more. Sir has me wear it a few times a week and I have worn it for a long time (over three days).

There is nothing particularly unusual about it...just a white total enclosure suit with feet, gloves, and hood all attached. It zips up the back and down from the crown and the two zip tabs can be locked at the base of the neck. The back zip only comes to my waist which means sliding into the suit is tight and requires sir to help. it wraps my hips and buttocks with an incredible tightness.

The mods are that at the crotch there is a urethral catheter passing through a small whole in the front and a rectal catheter passing through a small hole in the back. The back tube passes through a butt plug so that I have both a plug and a catheter in me during wear. The cath protrudes beyond the end of the plug and is inflated by sir once inside me.

The plug is glued to the suit and to the cath. There is also a vaginal plug glued to the inside of the suit as well. This goes in which presses against my urethra as the cath is passing into me too. the plug has a tube passing through it so I can be douched or a cath with a bulb on it can be inserted, the bulb inflated, and I Sir can move it back and forth pleasing me. Very strange sensation.

Next the hood has a nasal stomach tube glued into the left nostril and a short breathing tube in the right that keeps that nostril open for breathing. It just goes up my nose a bit.

There is also an inflatable gag built in with an inflation tube that ends just at the surface of the hood. Sir can inflate it with a pump and then seal the inflator and the effect is still a smooth hood.

The eyes are pepperpot perforated like my burqas, but Sir can decide when he puts me in it if an internal shield is folded up or down to blind me.

Once inside I can be kept in it for quite some time. i can be given enemas, douches, feeds, and stimulation. I have to completely surrender myself to the rubber sensations and all my bodily functions are out of my control and in the hands of my master.

It is an extreme suit...Sir fully restrains me and likes to stimulate me while I am strapped down, secured in a lounger, or suspended from the ceiling. The suit is hard to get into and not comfortable at first, but after about ten minutes I love it. And the image of me in a mirror is amazing. I become a glistening white form, inhuman and unfeeling, sealed forever and kept alive only by my owner filling and flushing me. I feel like I could be stored in a time capsule for millenia when I am fully installed into this suit.

Sir seems to like it too :-)

I hope that description answers all the questions I've been getting.

Finally, let me suggest to everyone that they go see Watchmen. We braved the rain and cold yesterday to go see this and it is a wonderful movie. Very complex plot, film noir elements, fascinating characters, great costuming and the perfect soundtrack. Silk Spectre's latex costume didn't hurt Sir's or my eyes either :)

Rather nice to spend three hours in the cinema, fully rubbered and burqa'd (and gagged and restrained under the burqa) with Sir in latex slacks and T and blazer sitting next to me, watching a great movie.

Regards
Lady

Busy days

2009-02-01T10:05:00.000-08:00

Well it has been a busy few days

Sir returned form a long trip to the US and annoounced that we are going to be moving back to the US very soon. His business here in Ireland is sufferieng from the recession just as everyone else is and he feels it is more advantageous for himself to work from the US even while leaving his developers here.

So we will be going back to our house in Dallas soon for a relatively long time. however, Sir thinks wew may keep our house here in Ireland as well.

Nothing much on the fetish front. I spend most of my days in the house, going out very little. Sir has been wearing his full enclosure suits a lot around the house and has had me wearing my new white tube suit a fair amount.

Many people have asked about my suit and where it came from. Sir tells me the base suit is from Simon O but he had friends add the catheters afterwards. It is lovely and fits like a dream. I have spent up to three days straight in it without removing it while Sir was travelling. It is an experience to be treasured.

The red blouse he gave me has a nice high collar with a little band around it to make it even tighter. I love how it fits smoothly over my hoods. and it blends very nicely with my red rubber skirt. It is a bit different from the one I have from Peter Leth, but the color matches his skirt very well.

I've been wearing my hobble skirts a lot...red, black, and white sometimes. They are very nice, but I would like to see one with a walking pleat instead of just the zipped hems. I have been doing some research on 50's fashions and the popular mid calf ankle skirts were just great looking. In rubber they would be incredibly sexy. Also, those incredible 50's bras which gave such definition to the breast. Of course, we get that same thing now from rubber corsets with overbust design.

We've not had any opportunity for meeting with friends since Christmas, but I expect we will have later after we get back to the US.

I guess that's all for now

Will write again later
Lady

A Lovely Holiday

2009-01-08T10:15:00.000-08:00

Back in Ireland now. We had a wonderful three weeks in the US.

Our son visited us for a few days and brought his girl friend. She received a pretty blue catsuit that is a bondage suit as well. It locks on and has hood gloves and feet, but also has attached straps to bind hands and feet. It came with a matching blue arm binder too.

I received a nice white total enclosure suit that has catheters builtin so it cannot be worn unless I am tubed.

Sir also gave me a new red rubber blouse and we gave our son a very nice latex top in black.

Nothing much else happened. We went out to a nice New Years Eve party and my red burqa attracted quite a lot of attention, most of it positive...I was actually dancing with Sir while wearing it as the ball dropped surrounded by hundreds of people. Underneath I was wearing my red condom hood and a very tight red dress down to the floor.

Our travels were relatively uneventful. The flight back today was not very comfortable as it was very bumpy and quite hot in the plane. The flight attendant did not seem able to get it adjusted to a comfortable level.

I was online and on camera a couple of times while we were in the US but I think the time change was such that most of my acquaitances were not onlie.

I am very tired and jetlagged, so I will close this now. I have been wearing my white burqa over a black dress and hood all day (the whole trip), including now as I write. But I think it is time to go change into a nice rubber night gown and head for bed.

Lady

Travelling Again

2008-12-13T06:43:00.000-08:00

Well, we are in transit to the US.
I was online on yahoo messenger a little while ago and even on camera, but saw none of my friends. Oh well, I shall be on again later perhaps.

We intend to have a lovely christmas with Sir's family and will stop and see my family on the way. We shall be gone from Ireland for about 3 weeks.

Nothing much more that we've been doing. We are hoping for some sunny weather while we are away. Sir has been very busy and will be travelling a great deal more next year. He says he will take me sometimes, but I will have to remain home many times as well. We shall plan appropriate regimens for me when he is gone, but I suspect they will be more stringent the more times he is away...and more enjoyable.

I've been in and out of Second Life a bit lately. Alisha Ultsch provided me with three burqas in red, black, and blue latex, so I have been wearing them quite a lot. she has also made several wonderful ball gowns, sleep sacks, and nun's habits, all in latex textures. These are wonderful for the elaborate look.

I have been surprised at the number of residents who are disturbed by not being able to see my eyes when I wear the burqa in second life with the veil at near full opacity. More people mention this to me in SL than ever in RL...perhaps being virtual makes them more uninhibited, but why should they care at all...my avatar's eyes are certainly not mine either.

I have had many comments on how lovely the burqas look, how elaborate they are and how striking they are. I would love to meet other burqa'd residents, but have not done so.

Sir has promised me some new latex for Christmas and we've acwuired some very nice presents for our son and his GF. Christmas should be fun. We are looking forward to it.

Everyone have a happy holiday
regards
Lady

A weekend with friends

2008-11-09T06:50:00.000-08:00

It has been quite some time since I blogged last. We have had tons of very bad weather (it is hailing and blowing a gale right now) and we have had a most historic election in my home country. Sir and I stayed up the whole night watching the results come in and were absolutely overjoyed. In celebration I got to wear a red white and blue bondage ensemble for the next couple days :-)

It was a red catsuit with bright blue hood, gloves, and boots and a white rubber corset, posture collar, and monoglove harness. The hood had a big blow up gag in it and pepperpot eyes to limit my vision.

We were saddened to hear that California passed proposition 8 defining marriage as solely heterosexual even after the State Supreme court had ruled it legal. We hope the ludicrousness of denying the full enjoyment and benefits of marriage to any people who love each other comes home to the people of California soon.

We spent this past weekend in Dublin and met our friends there. We had quite a nice dinner the other night at a very exclusive restaurant. My lovely friend Annemarie wore a dark purple rubber evening gown over a very dramatic matching catsuit with open faced hood and a bizarre high collared corset. Kermit, her husband wore a black latex pair of slacks and red shirt under a black blazer. Sir wore a similar outfit, but a full body catsuit under the pants and blazer. I was in a bright red dress over a red transparent catsuit. The dress was complemented with a corset, hood, gloves, and boots in black. the hood was full face, gagging with pepperpot eyes.

Of course I was in all that under my red burqa. We ate a nice meal and then went back to our hotel for an after dinner where Annemarie and Kermit put me through my paces in a very long scene that lasted most of the evening and into the next day. it involved severe bondage and breath control.

At one point, I found myself hogtied, in an inflatable bag with my breath being provided from Kermit's gas mask as he was being stimulated by both Annemarie and Sir simultaneously. That meant I was trying to breathe (while orgasming) on his exhalations as he became more and more excited by the two of them both pleasuring and torturing him.

The elaborate gear they brought was almost all from Studio Gum who make some of the most astounding and heavy rubber wear in the world.

None of us rose until after noon the next day and enjoyed a long sunday brunch with me on the floor beneath the table, dining on liquid nourishment provided by the three of them through a funnel hood.

We drove back home from Dublin and I was able to completely wrap up in my black burqa beneath which I was still in heavy gasmask gear and bondage. It was a wonderful weekend, the slashing and driving rain notwithstanding.

regards
Lady

Spoke too Soon

2008-10-04T07:35:00.000-07:00

Well, the lovely weather has gone away ... we had two days or so of sunshine followed by interminable rain. I am most definitely not typing these words while sitting on my balcony overlooking the bay. It has turned cold, rainy, and stormy. Even wrapped in multiple layers of rubber, it is miserable weather and we have been staying in our house.

We did go out a few days ago and went into town to do a bit of shopping and have dinner. we had not been out since dinner with my sister. The weather was not too bad that evening and there was a bit of life on the street. We had a nice dinner at one of the restaurants participating in the Oyster festival here. Sir even allowed me to eat oysters under my burqa. This was an interesting exercise, involving me wearing two hoods, one very tight with a small mouth opening and an outer hood with a wider mouth opening. This allowed the slippery oysters to get pulled into my mouth through a tight hole without getting a lot of juice on my masks.

Nonetheless, it was a challenge!

Not much else has been happening out here in the real world. In second life, I was visiting alisha's castle and met a new friend, Mayi. The three of us all dressed in Alisha's elaborate white nun habits (me in my white latex one of course) and went wandering around.
While at the welcome center I was IM'd by a person named Ballet who is a reader of this blog. alsiha took us to a very nice church sim and Ballet joined us, then also donned one of these 1000 prim habits and we were four identical ultea nuns. It was a wonderful sight and We have some pictures.

New friends and the return of the Sun

2008-09-28T04:15:00.001-07:00

Well, it has been quite a while since my last post (and I had been doing so well, too). but much has happened and I wish to mention it all.

First, the sun has returned. After 90+ days of rain, everyday during the summer, essentially, The sun has returned and we've had beautiful weather here in the west since about September 16. The temperature is warmer, the wind lighter, and the sky bluer. I am sitting outside as I write this, my blue rubber burqa wrapped around me, the internal hood fitted toghtly against my face and the attached bondage body suit hugging me sensuously. The burqa is draped around my body, the chair I am in and flows over the small table.
I have a very tight blue hobble skirt on as well and black ballet ankle boots of soft rubber. corset and stockings of black and blue latex respectively, complete my undergarments over the bodysuit built into the burqa. Consequently, the burqa is unremovable without fully undressing me.

My arms in the body suit are only restrained to the elbows making typing possible (The sleeves can be zipped to my torso). My hands are, of course, gloved with a pair of matching blue gloves which extend under the sleeves of the bodysuit to my shoulders.

All of this is over a blue tinted transparent skinsuit which also has no mouth. it is, of course, gloved, footed, and fully sealed as well. And for those of you interested, I am fully cath'd and plugged as well in all appropriate orifices.

There is only a light breeze, so the burqa gently stirs and rubs sensuously against my other garments. It is only a bit distracting. The sun is shining brightly on the bay below and the tide is out just now.

I have not spoken to Sir for almost a week, being kept gagged in what he has taken to calling my Doll Mode. However, last week I was allowd to speak as we met my sister who is visiting Ireland and went out and around with her a bit. We went up to Sligo and down to Cork and I was able to chat with her almost all the time except in the mornings when Sir decided I needed to be silent during breakfast.

My sister is most understanding and accepting of our weird (as she sees it) lifestyle and even tried on my red and my black burqas. She did not have the courage to venture out with me to the local cafe, but we did sit around fully veiled for one entire day having coffee and tea and chatting about things while she learned how to live in a burqa. She and her husband traveled to KSA and Dubai last year and she learned to be veiled in the Saudi manner but not, I think, to embrace it fully. She is now, however, much more sanguine with my veiling and no longer feels at all uncomfortable about it. She even remained veiled all evening when Sir came home and we ate dinner sitting on the floor, the two of us swathed in latex burqa with our only view of the world the one as seen through our mesh. We played scrabble too...an unusual exercise through a mesh.

Aside from that, I have been spending a lot of time in Second Life and meeting wonderful people there. Of course I have mentioned Ruri Muni and Alisha Ultsch before and I spent some wonderful time chatting and visiting with them. Sir has not been on much as he has been very busy, but SL makes for a very nice way to meet him and see him when he is travelling, particularly to the US which he did a couple of weeks ago.

A new friend, introduced to me by Ruri, is Asudem who has a latex doll fetish blog here on blogspot. Her blog is at
http://dollsrealm.blogspot.com

Asudem has a very comprehensive latex sighting in the real world blog, lots of interesting posts about doll fetish, and writes very nicely. Her blog is much more newsy than mine and is a delight to read...sort of the New York Times of latex fetish. I have, consequently, been spending some time on Doll Island in SL and finding it interesting and entertaining. it is frequented by people who enjoy being dolls, owning dolls, and who, like me, seek objectification and the reduction of my humanity to nothingness.

Many of them also like busty plastic bodies with improbably waists and the name Barbie :-)

But what I have found most interesting is the desire to be boxed, sealed, put on display, and largely kept as a collectible. The island attracts Banes and heavy fetishdolls as well and everyone is very accepting.

Yesterday I also acquired the steampunk lady avatar skin and gown. I had been looking at this for a while. Although I love the bettie paige looking avatar sir got for me, and the rubber one I got early on, there is something wonderful ablout looking so robotic and still immaculately turned out..and it goes well with my runcible steam powered horse!

Alsiha, who has been recovering from an injury in RL and I hope she is feeling better, made me an incredible pair of outfits. The first is an elaborate 500 prim (SL'ers will understand) nun's habit in black rubber. It is so extreme and floaty and billowing, it feels as though I am wearing it. In real life this outfit would probably weigh 60 or 70 pounds...what I would not give to find someone in RL who could make such a thing.

It is, of course, veiled and it is interesting the number of people I meet in SL who ask or demand that I remove the veil to see the face of my avatar beneath it. She also gave me a beautiful blue burqa (not latex) which engenders some odd reactions. I visited Mysteria island in it and was welcomed into the group, but one of the security people made a point of telling me that if anyone gave me any grief over my burqa I should report it to her. In truth the exact opposite has happened and everyone I've met has been lovely and accepting.

Alisha also gave me a venus corset in latex and it is incredible. it forces my arms into a reverse prayer position, reduces my waist far below what is possible with avatar adjustment and looks as kinky as can be. Sir likes me to wear it around the SL house, particularly when I am wearing my RL version as well. A venus corset, for those who are not familiar, forces the wearer's arms behind their back and binds them there so that she appears like the venus de Milo statue, to have no arms.

Such corsets are only, as far as we can tell, custom made and ours was made for me several years ago. it does not force the reverse prayer pose, but it does lock my arms and hands in a rubber monoglove attached to the corset in the back.

Alisha ia working on a rubber burqa for me in SL (but has been slowed by her recovery and I am in no tremendous hurry) and once it is finished, Sir says I will have to wear it often, particularly in his presence. But he has also allowed me to wear mostly any other latex outfit I like and even some non-latex ones. I've just acquired a beautiful red kimono from Milky House. It is an Oiran Kimono, not a Geisha (subtle historical differences...look it up if you want to know) and is very elaborate (and expensive by SL standards).

Finding Oiran hair for it was a day's work, but i did in the end although not as elaborate as I would like. Sir lets me wear it as long as I wear latex benath it ...I visit a teahouse in Yoshiwara sometimes for the Geisha dances.

So that is how I have been spending my time. Sir is most kind and allows me to have this outlet. When he is aroound, however, i am spending more and more of my time gagged and sealed not just in skinsuit and dresses, but benath a rubber burqa or in serious bondage or both. We have been extending my gagged time and my enclosure time more andmore to see if perhaps I could return to the 24/7 total enclosure and take it a step further this time, with breaks only twice a week and less and less contact with the outside world or even with my senses. Not sure where those experiments will lead, but if you don't hear from me for a year .....

Regards
Lady

Day at the Races and New Friends

2008-08-04T00:56:00.000-07:00

Have had a lovely week or so. The weather has been its usual rainy with patchy sunshine. But Sir did take the opportunity for us to go out to the Galway races one day. It was quite lively and we watched several races from one of the skyboxes.

I was in a very nice red rubber kimono with red thigh high boots with 5 inch heels. I was also hooded and gagged, with a hose to a breathing bag mounted in my obi and with my arms bound tightly to my sides by a rubber harness that forms my obi, then cuffs to my upper arms keeping me restrained the whole day. The bag was my usual 10L rebreather which had to be refreshed every few minutes, but when we were walking in the crowd, Sir opened the intake and allowed me to breathe without his assistance. Once we took our seats, however, he sealed me off completely and had to refresh me whenever i began to get desperate for fresh air.

For those of you who pay attention to such things, I was of course corseted and wearing a transparent red catsuit under the kimono. And my mouth was not the only filled orifice nor did I need to worry about trips to the little red rubber girls room. I was completely sealed and inviolate.

Of course, the whole thing was hidden beneath a bright red rubber burqa and I could hardly see through the mirrored lenses of the hood and the burqa mesh. My normal limited vision and limited life.

In other news, Sir is headed for the US again soon and I will have the house to myself for several days. We've been working out a regimen of restraint and discipline for me while he's gone. I've been spending more time encased and enclosed lately, perhaps in preparation for another round of 24/7 enclosure. At the very least, I expect to be in significantly restrained breathing and movement for the week he is out.

In Second Life, I've been meeting people and making friends. Castle Alisha is run by a lovely woman (Named Alisha) who creates incredible 18th and 19th century gowns and dresses. she also makes Gorean fashions including Burqas. She is working on a latex one for my avatar, latexladyll galicia, and a proper rubber nuns habit as well. She does amazing work.

By now, I hope you've also seen my plug to the left for ruri Muni's shop in second Life as well. She has been a very good friend.

Last night I met several people, including Hurly Burleigh who makes beautiful rubber fashions. I have just about completed a total rubber wardrobe and Sir has filled our SL house with rubber furniture. It is nice to be able to be as completely closed or open in latex as I wish there. Sir has let me show a normal flesh-toned skin as long as it is the transparently rubber covered one. We are going to a live concert soon and I will be in heavy rubber restraint both in real and second life. Should be fun.

We did go to a nice BDSM party put on by the Virtual BDSM group. The people were very nice, the scenes were as well staged as possible for Second Life, but the lag time for the servers was so bad we did not stay long. I did get to kneel next to Sir's avatar in proper position for the entire event. I don't get to do that in public in real life too often.

We have been somewhat surprised at the lack of real world latex companies and design in SL. It would seem to be a perfect vehicle for companies like deMask and Simon O. to advertise their products and let people experiment a bit before they buy. The experience will never replace the reality of being wrapped in a second skin, feeling your owner slowly pull a hood over your face or having yourself brought to screaming orgasm with the last breath you can physically draw, but it does let us see what things will look like. And it prompts the use of the imagination.

Well that's all for now. I shall write again soon with news of my new discipline forth etime Sir is out of town.

regards
Lady

Catching up And censorship in the West

2008-07-26T02:43:00.000-07:00

Well, first, let me say this has been an interesting and exciting week. i have been exploring Second life, had the opportunity to spend a huge amount of money on clothes, and made several new friends. This blog entry is to play catch up.

I am over my cold...thank you all for your kind wishes

We went to dublin for a few days and had a nice time there. Those trips are becoming very normal to me now...3 hours on the train, bundled up in folds of latex, sealed underneath in layers of tight restraining rubber and usually typing on my laptop.

There have been several people telling me they cannot get to my photos on flickr. Blame your governments is what I have learned.

When I moved my photos from yahoo to flickr, Yahoo in their great wisdom, declared my account as a loose cannon. I do not know why since none of my pictures are pornographic or even terribly suggestive. Apparently, people in rubber, however, are not to be seen by normal human, so Flickr made the account one of restricted content in its safesearch settings. I do not know why because I would have put it on moderate. But they will not change it.

People in certain countries cannot access flickr restricted content accounts. it seems some of your governments are enforcing this. It is terriby unfortunate, but I do not know what to do about it. We may try to copy the pictures to an account for Sir and see if we start it off at a moderate level with restrictions if Flickr will leave it alone.

This all happened when yahoo made us migrate to flickr.

On other fronts, I have met a very nice lady on Second Life, named Ruri Muni. She has a store selling gestures and sounds and you can find a SLURL to her store in my sidebar. She has great taste in clothes and her avatar is a lovely elf (with curly horns). She also takes a mean picture and helped me start decorating our house.

While wandering around second life, Sir and i were at the Latexia store, a big, fully stocked latex mall run by the Latex dolls sisterhood, and a couple of other shoppers recognized my name (latexladyll galicia) as being related to this blog. So that was fun. I seem to have a bit of celebrity there...a bit daunting actually.

I've met many other people, including Alysha who runs an incredible clothing store making gorean fashions, victorian fashions and other amazing clothes. I am sending her some latex textures as she makes burqas and perhaps can make me one or several in latex. her designs are amazingly authentic and I find that even though I can dress anyway I like in SL, I miss my veiling burqa even though my avatar is not allowed to have a face (her skin is rubber at all times)

I am finding SL quite compelling and Sir is as well. He has started scripting and is experimenting with things he can do. We shall have to see where that all goes.

I look forward to seeing some of you in SL and shall post again here soon.
Regards
Lady

A Latex Life - A Second Life

2008-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00

So yes, I now have a second life avatar. Sir had me create a presence out there on the second life grid. it is fascinating and very nice to be able to dress in so many cool latex outfits. I was amazed at how much is out there and how much variation there is.

My name is latexladyll galicia and Sir's is latexgentlg skytower . i suspect that you can find us just by searching for the usual first name.

It is a very different place, but much fun. sir and I are looking for a good place to build a house. We have actually talked about building the convent we have fantasized about for years but building it in second life. i must say I have not found a really authentic nun's habit in rubber yet in SL and I would love to find a rubber bburqa...perhaps someone who knows how will make one for me.

I've included a few pics of my avatar as sir has dressed me. I love the outfits from rubber kittens in red and purple and the black latex kimono i found in a japanese clothing store is great.

I am learning to use animations and all the other bits and pieces in SL and sir has already given me a collar to control me. he can now tke complete control of my avatar as well as my RL body.

Look me up in SL the next time you are there.
Regards
Lady

A Cold in Rubber

2008-07-13T01:06:00.000-07:00

I have a cold today. BLEAHH
Woke up with a sore throat and stuff nose. Sir is traveling and I am alone this weekend. Had to take care of it myself.

I was chatting earlier and, of course, everyone wanted to know if I was hooded with a cold. The answer is yes. I started the day with an open faced hood (after a LOOOONG hot bath) and slipped into a black rubber dressing gown, gloves, and the open faced hood. Took some strong medicine (which makes me sleepy) and went out to the living room and spent most of the day on the sofa with a nice hot cup of tea and the telly.

After a while my throat cleared, my nose stopped running and I felt good enough to go get a nicer, full face hood with built in gag and pull that on over my face, covering it tightly. The tight rubber against my sinuses actually felt good. The hood has very small eyes and an inflatable gag with a breathe through pipe so I could still breathe through my mouth and I could gently sip my tea.

I felt good enough to change my dressing gown for a corset and dress...a high necked victorian style dress in black rubber but with a tight hobble underskirt so it is more restrictive than the usual victorian dress with loose skirt.

I went back to my sofa and rested the rest of the day. I finally fell asleep on the sofa late in the evening, woke up about 2am and went to bed. Slept well, though and woke up with only a bit of a stuffy nose.

Today I am feeling better, but I think I will stay in my dressing gown for a while. I did put a full face hood on again today over an open faced hood, but it doesn't have a built in gag. So today I shall probably not put on a gag unless I feel well enough to go out later.

My dressing gown (or robe) is black and full length, actually dragging on the floor as it has a bit of a train. Sir had it made for me several years ago and I love it. It wraps around me and snaps closed on the side, mandarin style, as well as being belted. It is different from my peignoirs in that it is a heavier weight of latex, and designed to keep me warm, not arouse my husband...although it does :-). it has fairly loose sleeves as opposed to most of my dresses and my gloves fit under it quite easily. It makes a very nice garment to lounge in.

The weather has been nothing but rain since we returned from the US, but it has been good weather for rubberwear, that's for sure.

I put a few more photos up on the flickr account the other day, including the one above which I think is an excellent picture of me. The day was so pretty as I came down those steps from the balcony outside our bedroom to our private pool.

Well, I am tired now from my medicine and I think I'll drop off for a little nap. I shall write more later
regards
Lady

More Photos from Our Time in the US and a Birthday

2008-07-06T05:06:00.001-07:00

Sir has allowed me to post a few more photos from our time spent in the US last month. They are on my flickr account http://flickr.com/photos/latexladyll.

Not much happening here in Ireland. It has rained everyday since we returned, which has made for nice rubber weather. We've been out shopping a bit. Sir gave me a lovely dress and a new hood and collar for my birthday and took me out to a lovely dinner at one of the local hotel restaurants. I wore my red burqa over the new latex dress. I was allowed to eat from a small plate of food under my burqa.

The new dress is medium green rubber with ruffled cascades of rubber around the neck, bodice and hem. it is of a Victorian design with a bit of a bustle on the rear because it has two skirts, an under-skirt and an over-skirt. The underskirt is white rubber and makes the green over-skirt stand out nicely.

My hood for the evening was a heavy red hood with tubes running from my nose to a small valved casket on the back of my neck. It has an open mouth for feeding but very tiny eyeholes which meant I could see almost nothing behind the occluding mesh of my burqa. Sir led me in and sat me in a chair and ordered for me. Although I was ungagged for the evening I still had no reason to speak.

I had little bites of chocolate cake for my birthday desert. all served on a plate I brought in under my burqa so I could eat comfortably, although with almost no vision.

more later
Regards
Lady

Back in Ireland

2008-06-19T06:49:00.000-07:00

Well, our time in the US is at an end. We headed for New York day before yesterday and came back to Ireland today after Sir completed some business in NYC

It has been very nice in Texas, but I must say, the cooler temperatures in New York were much easier to bear and the rainy weather here in Ireland is even more so.

The night before we left NYC we took in a show. I was blending in quite well since we saw Lion King and all the cast members were masked as well. :-). And in Mew York hardly anyone even noticed when I walked by.

The flight back to Ireland was uneventful, filled with families on vacation. We landed in rain, then made our way back home to the west.I have just uploaded some new pictures to my flickr account latexladyll .

These are from the house in Dallas and I hope everyone enjoys them.

regards
lady

A Lazy Saturday Morning - I'm Blue

2008-06-14T08:56:00.000-07:00

I am just up a while this morning. Bathed earlier and then went for a swim. it is so nice to have the pool available. The temperature is only in the 80's at the moment, so being in a full enclosure black latex catsuit, then hooded with a very tight, low profile gas mask over that is not bad at all. The red burqa then covers all of that, of course.

You didn't think I was in some revealing rubber bikini did you? :-)

I can swim in that outfit quite effectively and I love the way a gas mask feels under water. Mine is a full hood with limited vision goggle eyes and no air canisters so it still fits close to the face. The burqa is, of course, required to meet our lifestyle requirement of covering my body completely when out of doors. It drags a bit, but I am not really trying to swim laps or anything, I am just paddling around.

Rubber is an incredible material for getting wet in. it is impermeable, but of course water seeps in, crawling over my skin and making the latex slide and stick in interesting ways. Sir and I actually like to swim in loose rubber like my burqa or his cassock. the swirling flowing mass of rubber is something you can easily imagine getting lost in, drowning in, then drifting to the bottom in a beautiful lowing rubber cloak or dress, all consciousness gone, the epitome of a rubber doll.

After a while Sir joined me and we had some nice fun in the pool this morning. Then we climbed out and relaxed in the shade on the deck allowing our second skins to dry. I love getting just a little sun and a lot of warm air on me in these situations. i feel like a rubber covered lizard. i know the sun is not good for the latex, but we don't do it often and it feels so snug and warm.

Afterwards, we went back in and changed into day wear. For me this was a transparent blue skinsuit with open eyes and mouth, but with front and rear plugs of soft pliable rubber. The skinsuit is tight enough to hold them in place. Then I put on a white rubber corset, white latex stockings, white rubber gloves, and white rubber ankle boots.

Sir inserted an inflated full mouth gag and then pulled on a second hood, also white, with no mouth, pepper pot eyes, and a built in neck corset which Sir tightened for me. This holds my head up and is quite severe, particularly as a second hood, but is very comfortable if one succumbs to its discipline and sits straight and does not attempt to move the head much. The mouth presses so tightly that nothing in my mouth can move and the little balloon gag is secure but somewhat chewable too.

Then stepped into a blue, ankle length, a-line rubber skirt and a matching blue rubber blouse with high collar, a very tight bodice and long sleeves over the shoulder length latex gloves.

I went back out to the living room, all blue and white, and was just settling down to watch some telly and to enjoy being plugged in all three orifices, when the doorbell rang.

When we have visitors, I must pull a burqa on so that is all they ever see of me. It is a solid rule even if the visitors are close friends or family. Only my blue rubber burqa was hanging on a hook by the door, so I tossed it on while sir answered the door.

Well, one does not toss this blue burqa on. It is the one with a built in body suit which is supposed to be snapped between the legs and with long sleeves, gloves, and a hood attached. I had to lower my skirt, step into the body suit and pull it up, pull the hood over my head and zip it down, fit the eyes (a second layer of perforations), slide my arms into the sleeves and gloves (thankfully lubricated well), then zip the back of the body suit up to my neck and lock the two zips together (they have a folio locking tab on them), then pull the skirt back up and into place.

Whew!
All done in about 3 minutes...so I could go greet our guests. Who turned out to be out next door neighbors stopping in to say hi. They are used to me in my weird coverings and not speaking, and only stayed a few minutes, chatting with Sir while I knelt next to Sir in silence.

He chatted with them a few minutes and they asked me if I was OK and some other yes/no questions like was I still liking Ireland...then they left.

So here I am fully dressed to go out into the world. Sir told he to stay burqa'd, we would go out soon. I have been so now for a couple of hours and he shows no hurry to go. but we'll get out sometime. In the meantime i am typing slowly as i have three layer of perforated vision and three pairs of gloves on...thank heaven the house is cool.

So much for the morning.
more later
Lady

Shopping in the Heat

2008-06-11T20:48:00.000-07:00

We went out shopping today. It was very hot outside and even reached 100 degrees f. Just walking from the house to the car in the heat was a bit of a trial. Particularly as I was severely encased today.

Sir had me wear my white skinsuit...all white, fully encasing with a mouthless hood and made of medium weight latex. it is thicker than my usual transparent skinsuits. Over this I wore black boots, a black corset, a pair of black shoulder length gloves, and a second hood in black with plastic lenses built-in over the eyes. Lastly I wore a very tight ankle length black pencil skirt and a very strict looking white rubber blouse with tight sleeves and very tight cuffs, particularly over the two layers of gloves.

This outfit is very striking looking, particularly as the skirt is hard to walk in and the hood is quite intimidating looking. it is a bit different from my usual looser skirted dresses and is severely restricting to my movements. The second hood is very smooth, not really anatomical, and the lenses are mirrored so my eyes cannot be seen. The smooth panel that covers the mouth section seems to remove any semblance of facial features.

I was lounging around the house this morning in this outfit, reading a book and doing some embroidery, when Sir announced we were going out to shop. He handed me my white burqa and helped me put it on over the layers of rubber I was already wearing. He very kindly pulled the hood with its pepper pot eyes tightly over my other two hoods, making it even more impossible for me to speak.

Then he draped he body of the burqa over my head and adjusted the mesh so i could see through the two layers of perforations. The lenses make things darker as they act like sunglasses and the double layer perforations give things moire patterns.

Hitting the hot outside air, fully encased as I was, was like walking through a wall of heat. But I was safely handed into the car soon enough and then we were off. The air conditioning in the car cooled me off fairly quickly and I always love the way the burqa drapes and wraps around me when I am riding. The softness of the folds of rubber flowing over me and the cool air from the vents blowing through my eye mesh always calms me and makes me feel very relaxed.

We arrived at the mall and Sir handed te car off to the valet. A very nice young man held the door open for me and offered me his hand as I stepped out of the car. he did not seem the least surprised or taken aback by the presence of a burqa'd woman stepping out of a car. He did run his fingers over the black rubber gloved hand I held out for him to receive and I saw his eyes widen a bit, but he seemed to find nothing unusual about a veiled woman.

In the mall we walked slowly around, looking at jewelry, books, clothes, and electronics as we passed from store to store. At one point, though, I walked slowly (never fast in hot weather and certainly not fast in that skirt) over to the rail and looked down onto the levels below. There I saw a woman in a white walking with her family, two other women in fancily embroidered black abayas and niqab and an older man who appeared to be her husband. one thing I could see was that they were all wearing very stylish high heeled pumps under their veils. They were walking around shopping just as we were. her burqa was flowing behind her like a cloud. he was in a white caftan as well and I assume they were visiting from the emirates or the KSA.

Later, I saw another woman in a blue burqa walking through the mall as well, with her husband. The mall we were at is a very high end mall and it is an attraction for many foreign visitors. But I have never seen two women in burqa on the same day.

No wonder the valet was comfortable with a veiled woman stepping out of a car...
We had a wonderful time shopping. I was unable to communicate with Sir, of course. And when he stopped for a coffee I had to stand behind his chair the whole time looking conspicuous...I love being put in that position...demonstrating my submission to Sir in public. Sometimes it takes the form of me kneeling while he sits, but standing while he sits and enjoys a coffee, not moving, being unable to speak, and draped in latex...it is one of the most arousing things he makes me do.

This afternoon when we returned home, Sir ordered me to remain in my burqa and fully restrictive clothing and hoods. he allowed me to login to chat with friends but I had to stay sealed. I am still sealed this way as I write. The skirt is so restrictive in its movements I can barely walk and I can hardly feel the keyboard through the layers of gloves.

What a wonderful day!
Lady

At Home in the Heat

2008-06-06T08:59:00.000-07:00

WOW!
WOW!

We flew in last evening from SF to DFW to spend a few weeks here at our house. Stepping off the plane, fully covered, of course, I have a much greater appreciation for living in Ireland!
WOW!

And a much greater appreciation for veiled women in hot countries. Committing and sticking to such a lifestyle of total cover is dedication indeed.

It was 95 when we stepped off the plane here. And about 80% humidity
WOW!

The plane flight was uneventful, First class was not very full and Sir and I sat side by side with me by a window. I did some reading and window watching while we flew rather than my usual napping routine.

I was in white, anticipating the heat on landing somewhat. And we dispensed with my usual third layer of a transparent skinsuit as Sir was concerned the heat would be too great for me initially. It has been a while since we were here in Texas in the high summer. So I only had on two layers:

Boots - but thigh high rubber, laced up the back, with 5 inch heels
Stockings - almost completely covered by the boots but with enough of a top to attach to the corset
Corset - overbust corset laced to my usual 20 inches or so
Gloves - new pair from SF, white and opera length (to the elbow)
Dress - loose ankle length skirt, tight bodice, puffed sleeves, tight at the wrist over the gloves, high collar, with a wide rubber belt that can be used to restrain wrists to waist.
Hood - built into the white burqa, no mouthole and very very tight to prevent speech, with pepper pot eyes
All under the burqa. Seeing was a bit difficult as usual, but I am used to it.

I was not restrained until after security, but spent the whole flight with arms restrained to my waist. For reading, Sir was quite clever. I was reading a book on my computer, the text blown up to a minimum of 14 point for reading ease, with a little notebook mouse attached to my gloved finger. These mice are designed for single hand cramped space use and if that's not my situation, i do not know what is.

But when we stepped off the plane onto the jetway I was taken aback by the sudden wash of heat. Once inside the terminal it was OK and I have long since learned to walk slowly and not build up too much heat from exertion when fully encased and shrouded in heavy latex.

The driver collected our luggage and we proceeded to our waiting limo. He is Jordanian and Sir requests him when we come back to DFW because he understands the issues of a fully veiled woman traveling in this area and weather. The true blast of warm June air hit me when I stepped out of the terminal into the late afternoon sun.
WOW!

But the limo was cool and we had time to relax on the drive to our house which takes about 45 minutes in the North Dallas traffic. The house AC can be controlled over the internet and Sir had already started cooling it down so it was quite comfortable when we arrived.

Today, as I write, the house is cool and I have even been out relaxing by the pool a bit (under the porch roof, in the shade). The weather is warm but there is a nice breeze and I am quite comfortable now, having begun to adapt to the warmth. The few days in the Bay area did not prepare me though. It is much much cooler in SF in June than here...indeed it was cooler than in Ireland.

Today I am in a loose blue dress and black boots, gloves, corset, and hood. When we go out I shall wear my blue burqa, I think. We do not have much planned for tonight, but may go out to a show in Dallas. later, next week, we have a dinner party planned for some friends, once the house is back in full function.

More later
Lady

In-Flight Entertainment

2008-06-02T15:58:00.000-07:00

Flying to the US now and the flight is going well. It is 10 straight hours and Sir and I are two of only 4 people in the first class section of this plane. The other two are an elderly couple. He is tall and thin, white haired, in his 70's I should think, and dressed in a grey tweed jacket and khaki slacks. She is also thin, also white haired, still very good looking however and in a black suit with a skirt at mid-calf length and knee high black boots with good heels. she is even wearing the obligatory strand of pearls.

Sir is sitting beside me. This plane is a 1 - 2 - 1 configuration so we are in the center section. However, the seats are designed to be very private and to be sleeper seats, so I am separated from Sir by a panel between the chairs. It means that I must actually deal with the flight attendants myself rather than huddling next to the window with Sir as a buffer as I usually do.

The couple was sitting behind us also in the center section, but after takeoff, the woman moved across the aisle from me and is staring at me almost without shame. She does not even flinch when I turn to look at her through teh mesh of my burqa.

I am all in red today with a new hood sir gave me this morning just for this flight. for those of you who keep careful track of such things I am, from the ground up, wearing the following:
red knee high, lace up the back rubber boots with 5 inch stiletto heels
red rubber stockings that have a black seam up the back
a pair of red rubber double dildo panties
a red foley catheter and red collection bag attached to my left inner thigh

A red rubber corset which covers my hips and provides 8 suspenders for the stockings
The corset is an overbust, covering my breasts while forcing them together and up
There are soft rubber knobs on the inside of the breast cups to keep my nipples happy
I wear a matching neck corset that buckles to the top of the corset between my breasts and to the back of the corset down my back
Shoulder length red rubber gloves which are very slim and quite tight

Over all this is a red rubber dress with tight fitted bodice, short, stand up band collar, tight fitting waist, straight ankle length skirt, and long tight sleeves with tight cuffs covering the gloves

The new hood is also red with pepperpot eyes similar to those in my white burqa's hood
It is a zip down the back hood, medium weight, and very tight. fitting my face and shaven head perfectly
The hood has a semi-rigid sheath gag with a rubber ring fitteed behind my mouth.
It holds my mouth open continuously in a gentle 'O' shape
The sheath is double walled and filled with a jell...i suspect KY

All of this is worn beneath the red rubber burqa, freshly polished and gleaming

The new hood was not given to me until after we cleared security. Sir handed it to me and told me to replace the usual open faced hood I was wearing for the security check. I did so, as usual, in the ladies room, but I must confess that afterwards i stared at myself for some time in the mirror until another woman walked in.

My newly shaven head brought some questions from the security agent today. She required that I pull the hood back to see if my passport picture which ahs me with a bald head matched my current appearance. She asked me what the whole "getup" was about and I just told her "personal preference". She seemed mollified with that. To be honest, she is the first security agent in several months to ask me anything about my dress mode.

I discovered the interesting aspect of the new hood's sheath gag when I first put it on. with the ring behind my teeth I cannot close my mouth. However, the jell filled sheath gives me the sensation that there is always something filling my mouth and I can gently masticate it. The result for me is a very comfortable but completely filling gag. The result for Sir, when the opportunity arises, will be delightful i suspect. He has filled my other sheath gags with a variety of foams or jells before. Then, when he uses me orally the foam not only lubricates but squirts out all over him and all over my face in a pie in the face sort of way. This will most likely provide the sensation without the mess! We'll try it soon, I have no doubt.

I am sitting in my seat, belted in with the seatbelt across the burqa, and quite comfortable. I cannot eat or drink orally, of course, silenced and gagged as I am, but I have a red rubber feeding tube which I discretely inserted through my nose when I first put on the hood in the ladies room.

I have a large 60cc syringe under my burqa that Sir gave me. With that I can suck up water or tea and irrigate my stomach with it. I also used it to eat a tub of strawberry yogurt which, of course, tasted just like rubber. I even managed to communicate to the flight attendant that I wanted a second tub of yogurt which she brought me. She apologized that there was no more strawberry and asked if raspberry was OK. I nodded and then slipped it uner my burqa and proceeded to inject its contents as well. it also tasted just like rubber for some reason :) I do not know what she made of the perfectly clean, untouched spoon on my tray...it was still wrapped in the napkin I did not need.

I was impressed with the flight attendant's aplomb when dealing with my cover. She was surprised when she first saw us (Sir is in rubber too...slacks and a very tight rubber shirt all in high gloss black...yum!!), but directed us up to our seats and did not seem too surprised at my silence. Sometimes on these flights, the attendants try to ask if I need this or that and take a while to get the message that I am not going to respond vocally. but they've all had sensitivity training and quickly adjust to the presence of a silent, veiled, glossy, rubbery passenger.

This is a long flight but at least I will not have to use the lavatory. i can already feel that my collection bag is slightly fuller than it was before lunch. It is a nice rubber balloon between my thighs. And I love the feeling of being catheterized. It is so intensely objectifying and pleasurable at the same time.

I can barely see through the double mesh of pepper pot mask eye holes and burqa but whenever I look at the woman now sitting directly across from me, she is staring at me, watching intently. I drifted off to sleep a while ago and when I awoke i found her standing above me, looking down at me. Of course, she may not have noticed me transitioning from sleep to wakefulness as the burqa shows virtually nothing.

Speaking of showing nothing, we were wandering the streets of downtown here in Ireland the other day. I was in my newly repaired blue burqa and the wind was very light so it was not billowing too greatly. we waled down a side street and turned a corner and nearly ran into a couple of fully veiled niqabi.

This is a fairly rare sight where we live, and we all stopped for a moment, stunned by the sight of each other. one woman was in traditional black abaya, hijab, and niqab and the other was tall, thin, and in a beautiful blue and metallic tunic over black satin trousers forming a very modern looking Salwar Kameez. Her hijab was also blue with dangling crystals embroidered at the hem and she had wrapped it so that it covered her entire head and forehead and then draped across her nose and mouth leaving only a very narrow slit for her eyes...which were also a deep bright blue.

But even her eyes were almost impossible to see because of the crystals dangling from the hijab's hem where it crossed her forehead. The lower part, covering her nose and mouth, also dripped crystals so they seemed to float in front of her face, obscuring her from sight and reminding her not to speak.

The overall effect was of incredible beauty and sophistication. She was just lovely.
Her companion, shorter, but young looking and slender, was very traditionally invisible by comparison, but the woman in the blue and silver and crystal outfit was going to be noticed.

We nodded at each other and Sir and as we passed they turned and watched me carefully. I know because I turned and watched them. The crystals showering and sheltering the woman's face were just Sooo alluring!

More later
Lady

Preparing for a trip to US

2008-06-01T09:09:00.000-07:00

Well, we are off to the US again soon for about 3 weeks. We will be in San Francisco, Dallas, and New York. The time in Dallas, Sir promises, will be vacation. We will say at our house there and see many old friends. And while we are in new York, we plan

Lately, here in Ireland, the weather has been lovely and sunny if a little hot for total rubber wear. But I persevere. We've been out site seeing, shopping, and even walking along the beach.

My blue burqa has been repaired and I shall be taking it with me to the us. It will certainly be hotter there than here and I am trying to pack accordingly. However, Sir insists on a large part of my wardrobe being black, particularly evening dresses to wear after dark when in scenes with Sir or friends who are using me.

We already have one dinner party we are attending in San Francisco where I will be in severe bondage for the evening as will the other subs (3 other couples, I believe). That should be fun. And San Francisco is always cool in June. I expect my burqas will get a workout there. We hope to see some of our neighbors and friends from San Jose as well. They were quite used to seeing us and dining with us with me in full silent mode, covered by my red or white or black burqas. but they haven't seen my blue one yet. Sir also intends for us to go out to some BDSM venues in New York as well and I am looking forward to shopping on Madison avenue fully veiled and silenced in flowing white rubber...I probably won't be the only one in burqa given the folks we saw the last time we passed through NYC.

Sir has discussed a yellow or gold rubber burqa for me...I am not sure how serious he is. That would be nice as I like yellow, but never wore it in my old pre-rubbered life because I thought it made my skin look sallow. If, however, I am fully enclosed with no skin showing...well, it would be gorgeous, wouldn't it?

Not too much new on the gear or clothing front these past few weeks. Sir HAS been having me wear stricter and more stringent hoods as i wrote before. The one that is most severe is two layered with a valved breathing system attached to the nose mask. The intake tube can be connected to an aroma casket or a liquid inhalation bottle for very severe breath/aroma control.

I did get a nice black rubber skirt and blouse for mother's day from my son. It is quite severe, the skirt requiring that I be significantly corseted before I can wear it and very tight at the hem, hobbling me quite effectively. The blouse also has gloves attached inside the puff sleeves. I plan on wearing the ensemble when we meet him in SF, with a very strict hood.

We were watching Tin Man the other night and I must admit I was lusting after the very sexy clothes Askedelia was wearing, but the latex uniforms of the technicians were very seductive as well even if the men wearing them were not particularly. But I may just buy a rubber skirt and a transparent top for Sir sometime.

Sir has recently made the decision to return me to total, smooth, baldness. I am now completely shaved including eyebrows (painfully plucked, actually). i was already keeping my hair very short so that hoods were easy to wear, but now we have returned me to the state I was in in 2005.

Interestingly enough, my passport picture was taken in 2006 while I was still hairless, so now I more closely match it once again. I just wish they would have allowed me to wear at least a transparent full face hood for the picture since I consider that my 'true face' now more than that of my exposed skin, but, as you can imagine, that is considered a no-no. I did read a predictive article recently where the authors felt that we would be able to completely cover our faces in the near future, even for governmental checks, as identity will be verified through dna or retinal scan and traditional facial features will no longer be considered valid for ID.

These authors actually predict an increase in the acceptance of facial occlusion in public as a consequence of the increased surveillance by CCTV cameras. They see the rise in surveillance coupled with an increasing growth of middle-eastern style religious conservatism as leading to a greater tolerance of veiled women and even veiled men in the next two decades. Their analysis is particularly looking at the migration of far more conservative cultures into Western and Asian cultures and concludes that a new conservative attitude will emerge in the west, particularly if the economy continues to falter for a significant length of time.

For myself, I have returned more and more to the notion that I am most myself when beneath a shielding layer of lovely latex. I much prefer the look of my features constrained and smoothed, blurred or opaqued completely beneath a layer of thin, constricting, and reassuring rubber. My hands, as well, look better to me, covered in rubber. My neck surrounded by a tight corset collar and my figure controlled and enclosed in a seamless latex skin, changing my flesh with its texture into something perfectly smooth, homogeneous, and undifferentiated.

Sir agrees with me on this and is quite willing for me to return more and more to a fully latexed state. We expect that the month of June, spent in the US will allow me to explore this while we also have the opportunity to meet with friends who are sympathetic to the idea of my descending back into a rubber cocooned existence.

More later, and I promise to write more often.
Lady

Quiet Spring and a Little Journey

2008-04-29T05:52:00.000-07:00

I have not written anything here for several weeks and i thought I should post a little something.

The spring is going well here but the weather is still cool and a bit wet. We have had more dry days, however. We went back to the US for a couple of weeks in early April, though, and it was much warmer. Our house is in good condition and we spent some time there just relaxing. It was considerably warmer than here in Ireland.

My blue and white outfits saw a lot of Texas weather while we were there. We also went down to San Antonio for a couple of days to see Sir's family. Very nice and once again they were most accepting of their strange in law with her silent rubbery ways :). So the first part of April was most enjoyable.

Except that when we returned I discovered some significant damage to my blue burqa. It has a significant rip in the body suit and I do not know how it happened. Sir is investigating repair, but I suspect it is beyond help.

We went down to SW Ireland last weekend and spent some time site seeing. Sir had been down before but not I. I was in all white for the day...catsuit, dress, and burqa. We wandered around for about 12 hours seeing some hill forts, and small towns and a waterfall. It was all quite nice and I shall post some of the pictures if Sir allows it.

Sir has been experimenting with longer periods of enclosure for me, having me wear more layers during the day and for longer periods. It has been most strenuous but enjoyable particularly experimenting with heavy hoods and inflatable restriction devices.

Other than all that, I am sitting here on our back balcony, enjoying the nice Irish spring we are having, wrapped in several layers of rubber including a transparent skinsuit and an inflatable dress which barely allows me to move. The hoods are very tight and the gag I inserted into my mouth this morning is stretching my mouth as I inflated it a bit more before I started writing. My red burqa covers all and keeps me modest.

I was online a little while ago and on camera and will be again later tonight I think. But first I think I shall take a little nap lying here on my deck chair, wrapped in rubber.

regards
Lady

Windy Hill, Whipping Latex

2008-03-23T04:23:00.000-07:00

We went on a site seeing trip yesterday to the north and wandered around some megalithic monuments and tombs on a hill. it was quite nice, very cold and windy. We had a lovely time and I was in very heavy rubber under my blue burqa.

The wind was so strong I had to hold onto the folds quite tightly to keep from being blown off the ridge. The weather was lovely, but quite cold and I was glad of my total enclosure transparent skinsuit, second white catsuit and inflatable hood, full blue leotard with hood and gloves attached to the inside of the burqa. In addition, i was in thigh high rubber boots with 4 inch heels...thankfully, there were gravel paths around the monuments, not just wet grass. I am, however, quite good at walking in soft soil even in spikes by balancing on my toes.

While we were driving my arms were fully zipped to the side of the leotard and the inside hood was inflated to the point where I could barely tolerate it and it interfered somewhat with my breathing. When we stopped, Sir released me and deflated the hood somewhat although it was still inflated. It has a gag bladder inside it which is inflated separately that presses tightly against my mouth to silence me...as most of my hoods do. My arms were left partially restrained to my sides, but I had some mobility.

A very nice way to drive around for about 6 hours and wander around fields and tombs and other places for about 4 hours. Not to mention a bit of shopping in Sligo as well. All in all, a nice way to spend Easter Saturday

regards
Lady

Rubber smoke

2008-03-14T03:26:00.000-07:00

UGH!!!
I do not think I realized just how badly latex absorbs cigarette smoke until yesterday. Sir has taken me to Dublin for a few days and we had a very nice dinner party with friends here the other night in their gorgeous home.

But last night as we were walking back to our hotel we passed through a crowd of people hanging outside a pub, puffing away. This is always a bit of a problem for me in burqa (I was in my red one last night) because the smoke drifts up under the hem and collects for a while in the burqa itself.

Last night it was so bad (and Sir apologized later for not noticing them as we walked or he would have crossed the street) the smoke could be seen exiting through the mesh of my burqa. Fortunately for me, I was in a fully sealed hood with lenses and nose tubes leading to a 10L rebreather bag filled so I did not get much of the odor.

But when we got back to the hotel, I had to wash the stink from my burqa and my dress twice before it cleared out. There was just so much (and some of it cigar) that it had absorbed into the latex horribly. I even had to wash Sir's catsuit and slacks, it had seeped into them that quickly.

I know some of you enjoy a smoking fetish, but I must say that is absolutely NOT on my list of pleasures or kinks!!!

And yes, we did get some comments, rude ones, from the yobos in front of the pub, but Sir just took my arm through the burqa and walked us on through. we were not exposed to the smoke or the commentary for more than 15 second...but the smoke stayed with us much longer!

Fortunately, today, things smelled better as I packed. I am in my blue burqa this morning and comfortably shielded from the world (even the smokey one).

regards
Lady

Stormy Weather

2008-03-01T09:35:00.000-08:00

It has been very stormy here in Ireland for the past two months. Great rubber weather and sir and I have bene taking advantage of it.

There is something amazingly exciting about wandering the hills near our home in blowing rain and even sleet and hail while sheathed in multiple layers of latex. Sir had me wear a slew of layers last week while we went out.

I know many of my readers enjoy full descriptions of my attire when we have our special sessions, so please read on and I shall try to be as precise as I can.

I was put into a thin transparent full body skinsuit with a silencing hood with no mouthole that even covered my eyes with lenses, so I was completely cut off from the environment. Breathing tubes issued from the hood, permamnently attached, and these would ultimately be fed to an aroma casket that i wore slung on my back.

Before that, however, another catsuit, with hood, gloves and feet, similar to the first, was stretched over me. This suit is white and also has no mouthhole. Sir has become very adamant about me being silenced most of the time, even in and around the house. This is perfectly acceptable to me because I have found that as I grow older and more involved with my submissive nature, more comfortable with my desire for objectification and submission, I find less and less need for speech and more and more desire to exist for longer periods with a gagged mouth filled with latex plugs, dildos, or, my favorite, sheaths.

My third layer last weekend was a long, tight skirt and corset, in black, with distinct bondage and hobbling traits. The skirt is ankle length and very tight providing me with a very short stride. Sir likes me to wear it around the house as he enjoys my hobbled gate. The corset is long and covers my breasts, completing yet another layer. Sir cinched it down comfortably tight over all the rubber layers. and I pulled on another

Over all this, sir had me wear a long full skirted black rubber dress. its waist and bodice were quite tight over the layers and corset, but it fits well and felt very strange with the hobble skirt underneath acting as a restraining slip. A third hood and neck corset was fastened over this and the breathig tubes, fed through ech hood's airholes, were connected to a smalla roma casket slung from my back.

With that (and a third pair of gloves) I was ready for our little jaunt. Sir had me wear my white burqa over all this and we went out walking. The wind and rain were tremendoous and the senasations as my layers fluttered in the wind were astonishingly exciting. I wasn't cold...the heavy and too insulating for that.

The hoods severely limited my sight and of course there was no direct contact between me and the outside world, not even on my eyes. The aroma casket filtered all my air and I can honestly say that i could not smell anything of the sea or the fileds we were walking by.

We wandered along the coast for a while, saw several people who must have been startled by this vision in fluttering white latex, bits of black showing underneath as the wind whipped my rubber garments back and forth. The slithering of rubber on rubber, coupled with the immense restriction of my hobble skirt, made every step a challenge. It took us a good 10 minutes to walk even one block.
finally, we stepped into a small italian restaurant for Sir to have lunch. i sat quietly as sir ate and, yes, we did attract several stares, but no comments. of course, with three moouthless hoods and no feeding tube, i could not eat or drink, but i was quite comfortable for the time we were there.

Once we made our way back to the car, a slow walk wit me so completely hobbled, we headed home. I removed my burqa, but kept the rest of the outfit on for several hours at sir's requirment.

So that was our weekend. I hope my readers enjoyed my description as much as I did my experience.

regards
Lady

Holidays at Home with Family and Friends

2008-01-01T10:05:00.000-08:00

Well, we are back in Ireland now, but had a wonderful tenday at our home in Dallas.

We were joined for Christmas by our friends from Switzerland and our son and his girlfriend. We all had a nice 10 day holiday and a fine Christmas. And we had a couple of very nice outings. We went shopping at several of the malls and I was not the only one in a burqa. At the Dallas Galleria I saw four niqabis in traditional all black and one other blue burqa as well as a large number of hijabis. Hijabis are as common as can be in the DFW area with several new mosques in the suburbs.

I've mentioned before that our son's girlfriend likes to wear latex anime outfits. When they flew in she was in a rubber goth loli dress complete with latex petticoat and rubber gloves and stockings. She looked most elegant and incredibly sexy. She continued to dress like that for our whole stay and complementing Anne-Marie and myself quite nicely as we wore Victorian fashions in rubber many times.

Our friends Kermit and Anne-Marie and their new maid Laurel all showed up as well. We all spent the entire holiday in latex, we ladies in catsuits under dresses or skirts and blouses and the gentlemen in catsuits under slacks and jackets. Around the house we mostly stayed hooded and all of us were in hoods on Christmas morning when we opened packages. Laurel and I were even gagged for pressies!

Sir got me a lovely dress and two new rubber blouses but the most impressive gift from him was a new stainless steel Jennings gag which forces the mouth open. He gave one to Wei as well, our son's girlfriend. I am sure I'll get lots of use out of that. Wei looked quite beautiful with her mouth spread open during one of their scenes.

I gave him some books and a nice rubber hood I found out on the web. Our son got a new pair of rubber trousers and some noise cancelling headphones.

We have a playroom in our home, fully fitted as a domination dungeon. We had a wonderful fun scene on Christmas eve with our friends while our boy took his g/f to a movie. It lasted about three hours and I was utterly satisfied and exhausted when it was over. I had to be taken up to our room and put into a nice vacuum bed for an hour to calm down and recover. I was in a sort of convulsive fugue state, crying uncontrollably, not from fear or pain but from a quivering, never-ending wave of pleasure.

I had to service Anne-Marie orally for what seemed like forever while I was stimulated by her husband with a violet wand. I was dressed in a total enclosure black catsuit for the scene but the sparks from the wand easily penetrated the thin rubber as he played the electroes over nipples and genitals. IThe suit has anal and vaginal sheaths as well and he used one of the wands probes as an excrutiatingly pleasurable dildo on me.

That was followed by a long luxurious whipping by Sir which is always a delight. But in this case, as I was tied over a spanking bench for the whipping, I was also available for Anne-Marie to take her revenge with her rubber gloved fist in my just recently stimulated orifice. It was amazing but left me utterly out of control of myself. An hour of total encapsulation, still hooded and re-gagged but now in my vacuum bed and quivering from both physical and psychological pleasure and pain was just what I needed. By the time Ian and Wei returned I had borrowed Laurel and had her dress me in a lovely long white rubber dress and extremely tight corset. Matchng hood, gloves, and stockings were, of course, de rigeur.

We did actually have to schedule the playroom as the three groups of us had private desires and needs. But the times when we all participated in some nice D/s play, me, Laurel, and Wei in bizarre bondage and suspension or trussed up and used as living rubber furniture for an evening that were the most fun. I love being made to kneel beside Sir, hooded and gagged while he discussed business or literature with Kermit, Ian, and Anne-Marie or being made to wear my burqa all evening and bow with my head touching the floor before Anne-Marie while she used me as a footstool. Knowing that Wei was similarly engaged, licking Ian's or Kermit's boots only made me the more excited.

Throughout the pleasurable pursuits, laurel, our friends' new maid, appeared hooded, gloved, and corseted in rubber french maid's uniforms of differing colours and served as maid, housekeeper, and cook. It was wonderful. She even made turkey dinner for Christmas day. She also was available to any of us for play and I confess we all made use of her lovely body. She is a little younger than Wei and not as experienced in submission but trying very hard to be the best maid she can. Her willingness to suffer our somewhat more sophisticated attentions and to take pleasure from her ordeals was very well appreciated and she was generously rewarded by her owners.

We all went to see the new National Treasure movie at a midnight showing and wore full rubber regalia to it, including hoods and with me in burqa. We got a lot of stares, but nobody bothered us, not even the local police who were monitoring the cinema.

All such fun must ultimately come to an end, however, and we all parted company at the airport, each to fly back to thier specific destinations. We stayed in latex although the hoods came off.

We have arrived back in Ireland safely and our friends and family have made it to their respective destinations as well. So, as I write this on the first day of 2008, the new year looks to be interesting and intriguing. Sir is feeling fine after his illness of last year, I am committed to my lovely rubber life, our family is happy and our friends prosperous. All is well.

Regards
Lady

2007-12-18T14:09:00.000-08:00

What a day!
Sir and I arrived at the airport for our flight to the US about 3 hours ahead of departure only to find the flight was delayed by an hour. The line of people checking in wrapped nearly all the way around the line of ticket agents booths and the wait for economy class checkin was at least 2 hours. These airlines are absolutely ridiculous about how they check people in.

Fortunately, the first class check in was much shorter and we only had to stand in line about 20 minutes. The airport was incredibly busy, but we managed to get the process out of the way fairly quickly. For international checkin I have to ask for a female checker and we retire to a private room where I raise my burqa and show her my face. I wear an open faced hood that looks very much like one of the new 'sport hijabs' that are being sold so devout girls can participate in sports at schools.

I was not alone in being veiled and having to go through these procedures, however. I saw at least a dozen niqabis and three more burqas going through the security lines with me. I was the only one in a 'rubber rain burqa', but they were there.

Today I am travelling in white which means the white burqa with its builtin hood. Usually I leave the interior hood off when I wear the white for travelling until after the security inspection, or put it on backwards and unzipped just to hold it and the burqa in place. But I am in a restless and somewhat mischievious mood today, so I decided to go ahead and wear the hood this morning, sealing my face beneath two layers of latex and my head under three.

I find I am wanting to be 'OUT' more and more with regard to my rubberization. I recognize that we can't quite go out hooded and gagged in public yet, that the burqa is still a socially necessary garment to cover the fact that I am in rubber encasement and silencing enclosure, but I do like the idea of more people knowing that I am in head to toe rubber benath my burqa. Put it down to latent exhibitionism.

I would probably still wear the burqa anyway because there is no more beautiful and useful garment to my way of thinking. It swirls dramatically, drapes mysteriously, warms me and protects me from the outer world.

Thus, when I had to lift my burqa to show my face, the security checker got a long look at my totally rubbered face, pepperpot eyes and mouthless face. Those of you who were with me on camera in yahoo chat last night will recall that face when I lifted the burqa for your viewing pleasure :)

She was astounded at first and about to get touchy about seeing my face when I reached up and unzipped the hood and slid it off showing her my naked face peering out of the smooth whiteness of my open faced hood, all hair hidden beneath rubber that covers my forehead, my ears, and my chin and neck like a nun's white rubber wimple. At that she calmed down, but asked what the hood was all about.

I explained that my husband and I believed women should be fully covered in public and this was our way. She shook her head but stamped my boarding pass as 'DOCS OK' and told me to get dressed. As she watched, I slid the excessively tight burqa hood back over my face and head, pulling it into total enclosing shape with one white gloved hand while groping for the zipper with the other. I always have trouble with that zipper and was about to ask her to pull it down for me to seal me in and gag me properly when it slipped down perfectly and I was once again properly sealed away. I let out a relieved breath which made the nostril holes flutter and took a moment to adjust the position and fit of the silencing hood properly so I could see her clearly through the pepperpot eyes. I then slowly draped the burqa over my rubbered face, watching her reaction. She was fascinated, but I have to say it was fascination in something she did not care for. Ah well, different strokes and all that.

I should describe my ensemble for travelling today. I am in a white latex dress with leg of mutton sleeves that are very tight from just above the elbow to the wrist. These are covering opera length white rubber gloves so the tightness over my arms is incredible. The skirt of this dress is ankle length and quite tight and hobbles my steps effectively. I usually wear loose dresses to travel in, but Sir has been insisting on more restriction in my dress and pencil skirts are back in. Of course, most designers are not thinking about this much 'pencil' :)

I am corseted, of course, in a matching white rubber corset and stockings which are held up under the dress by the corset suspenders. White latex knee boots with 5 inch spike heels that zip up the back complete the picture.

The dress has a high collar but is very plain and unadorned. However, there are contrasting coloured ruffles in black at the throat and wrists.

I wear a matching hood which covers the entire face and has fairly small eye cutouts and an exceedingly small mouth. I can barely speak even with just this and eating is through a straw. The hood zips down the back and the neck of the hood fits under the collar of the dress so my head appears to be floating on a wave of black ruffled rubber.

The flight was bumpy and not very comfortable, but I just sat strapped in my seat and slept andread a bit. There wwas one of the niqabis I had seen in the airport up in firstclass and I nodded at another who went back into coach as we were boarding. We veiled ladies are becoming as common as dirt! :)

We've landed and made it back through customs into the US. Our connecting flight has been cancelled, though, and we are waiting for a later one. So we have just come from a light dinner...liquid for me, and I am very tired. I'll write more later.

Regards
Lady

Dinner in Dublin

2007-12-15T03:45:00.000-08:00

Well that previous post certainly prompted some nice comments. That is what I particularly enjoy; when many of you comment and ask questions or engage me in conversation about the motivations and mechanisms of rubber life.

Recently, Sir took me out to dinner in Dublin with our Swiss friends Kermit and Anne-Marie. They had found a very nice little restaurant, not far off Henry Street that was fetish friendly. We all went out, dressed for the evening, in latex.

The men were both in black catsuits with gloves and feet and slacks and blazers over that all in lovely latex. They each wore a rubber trenchcoat as well which I just love. Trench coat styling in shiny, intimidating black rubber is gorgeous.

Anne-Marie was in a dark blue rubber evening gown over a slate grey catsuit complete with hood and gloves. The dress has the new elbow length sleeves, loose, so her gloved arms came out in the current style of long gloves into short sleeves. Her jacket over all that matched her catsuit and also had the short sleeves. Very stylish looking. I never got around to asking where it was from though.

I was in my white burqa with its hood over a white gown with a matching neck corset with hood integrated. So I actually had two hoods on under the burqa. I was in white rubber thigh boots as well and a white corset. But Sir had already told me I would be allowed to remove the burqa since I was hooded underneath and we were in a private room with close friends. This is how we usually are when K & A visit us or we them.

The maitre d' showed us to a private dining room in the back of the restaurant where we had a lovely surprise. A young girl waited, dressed totally in rubber and rubber hooded, to serve us dinner. I was amazed. She couldn't have been more than about 20, very petite, in a black and white rubber french maid's costume with full gloves, stockings, high heels, corset and hood. She stood by the wall as the maitre d' showed us the dining room and asked to take our coats and be seated. The maid came over and helped me remove my burqa, waiting as I unzipped the inner hood and extracted my slickly covered head. I had the chance to look her over carefully, particularly her hooded face, as she accepted my burqa.

Her hood was totally enclosing and smooth, with no mouth or nose openings. The eyes were mirror lenses, reflecting my own rubbered image back at me. The hood made her look totally alien, animatronic, unhuman as she held my burqa, then helped me sit. She went around the table seating the others and then hung our coats and cloaks on a rack in the corner.

She then went to Kermit and Sir and helped them put on full face hoods. Kermit's was a wonderfully fitted inflatable with ribs to force the pressure back onto his face and head but which still had an open mouth so he could eat. She zipped it down in back and then inflated it precisely. Sir and Anne-Marie and I were in more traditional hoods with open mouths and eyes. I was the only one with a restrictive neck corset built in, however.

Kermit explained. The maid is there new live in rubber maid. They arranged for her to be our waitress in the restaurant that evening and had her show up an hour early to be sure the room and our dinner was in order. We did not have to order as dinner was a fixed menu. It was also delightful. A roasted fish and light vegetables, very continental, served with a delicious slightly sweet white wine. Dessert was a chocolate gateau that was to die for.

We chatted while we ate, the maid moving around the table serving us and keeping our wineglasses filled. She was in ballet boots which made it wonderful to watch her walk and I must confess, I was aroused tremendously by her gracefulness and slick rubbered beauty.

Anne-Marie explained that her hood had no nose holes because tubes in it run from her nose to the back of her neck and she was breathing through small holes there. when I looked I could see them.

Apparently they met her in Austria at a party about a year ago and had several meetings with her and scenes and they were all so compatible that K & A decided to have her become a full time possession. She agreed and dropped out of university and moved to their house in Zurich.

They travel extensively and will be meeting us in Dallas at Christmas. She will accompany them. This all is wonderful but makes me a little sad. I miss maid. Perhaps we can arrange to meet her and her wife when we are in the US.

We had a lovely dinner and some D/s fun as well, K&A demonstrating the submissiveness of their maid (whom they called Laurel). She and I were brought together and had a lovely time submitting to our dominant friends for about an hour after dessert.

Ultimately it was time to head for our hotel. K & A had arranged a limo for the five of us, and we summoned the maitre d' and put on our coats. Laurel helped me with my burqa and reached inside it to pull my hood tightly over my head and then zip it closed, silencing me for the rest of the evening.

We passed out through the nearly empty restaurant, the men in heavy latex trench coats, Anne-Marie in her jacket, me in the burqa and the maid in a short transparent rubber coat that covered and showed her maid's uniform at the same time. All of us were still hooded.

Yes, that caused quite a lot of staring, but the late diners were merely surprised by our outlandish looks. We piled into the waiting car and headed back to the hotel. The men removed their hoods before we arrived (hooded men are much more threatening than hooded women) and we went upstairs to our respective suites. Anne-Marie kissed me lovingly through my burqa and hood before we parted and promised to see us again in Texas.

So that was our lovely dinner in Dublin. Now I am off packing to travel to the US. We will meet the three of them again soon and I am looking forward to a wonderful rubbery Christmas in our home in Dallas. Seven rubber fetishists (our son and his cute little g/f are coming too) living for a week in our home will be tremendous fun.

Regards
Lady

Blogging from the Train

2007-12-05T04:16:00.001-08:00

As I write I am actually on the train to dublin. Sir and I are going there for the day as he has a meeting and I have Christmas shopping to do. I am sitting across from a very shy young man in a suit who keeps eyeing me in my bright red rubber burqa and staring at my hands (in red rubber gloves, of course) as I type.

I must confess, I am giggling a bit under my burqa. But I am wearing a very nice gagging hood so no sound emerges.

This ability to access the web while on the train is wonderful. The signal is good and the speed is quite acceptable for text and small images. We were served a nice breakfast just after we boarded...no, I did not eat, but Sir did...i will be fed later in our hotel room.

I am looking forward to shopping. I plan to take the LUAS to DunDrum, the large covered shopping mall here.

Sitting on the train in red rubber is always fun. The huge folds of the burqa have to be wrapped around me to fit in these narrow seats as this is an old first class carriage, not the newer one with only three seats in a row. This burqa has arm slits for my hands...a fact that is not lost on the young man sittin gstaring at me furtively. I am all in red under the burqa and am a bit restrained in that my arms are secured to my body just above the elbow so i have very limited range of motion. I am also wearing a favorite neck corset (fully integrated with the hood) today which severely limits my ability to move my head. for those of you who are always interested, my knee boots are 5 inch spike heeled red rubber as well. My dress is ankle length but full skirted so i am wearing about 20 yards of ruber and it weighs about 40 pounds all told. The hood/corset is number two over a thin transparent one (part of my usual skinsuit) that fully covers my face and mouth as well...no speech for Lady today! the sleeves of the dress are very tight and end in gloves that barely fit over the clear ones of the suit...so my fingers are nearly numb as i try to type this. Abslutely wonderful feelings.

I was asked recently about how i felt in normal materials, not rubber. and I have to say that on the few occassions over the past two years when I have felt ordicnary cloth, even satin made from silk felt rough. Cotton and polyesters are terrible once your skin has become addicted to latex. Mine is very smooth and white now and almost anything touchng it is an irritant. PVC and leather are notable exceptions, but the back side of leather it too rough.

Even being without a hood or gloves as I am around the house on occassion makes me uncomfortable. I no longer even notice a hood unles it is missing and I find myself unconciously slipping one or two on during the day only to discover that I have gagged myself when it is dinnertime and I must change.

I've been wearing more ankle length tight hobble skirts lately as sir has upped the level of restraint i live in day to day. This limits my steps, but, because my heels are so high, often ballet height, i am still able to walk in very tiny steps. Someone asked about that ... small steps are easier to take when you are very close to being en pointe and thus higher heels and vamps are beter when your stride is limited to 6 inches by the hem of your skirt.

Sir is reading over my shoulder and nodding.

I twill be a lot of fun to wander DunDrum again by myself covered in red rubber. people just sort of part like the waters of the red sea to let me pass.I have to get clothes for our son and books for Sir and somehting for my sister and parents. I am thinking about a portrait.

More later
Lady

Cold and Rainy Sunday

2007-12-02T00:52:00.000-08:00

The wind is incredible this morning. It was yesterday as well. One minute the sky is clear and the next a huge cloud bank has moved in from the bay and the rain is blasting down or blasting sideways. yesterday we went out for a while and it was fantastic! My burqa swept around me and only the fact that it was tightly attached to the bultin gag hood kept its latex viewing mesh aligned with my perforated eyeholes.

My arms were bound to my sides by the inside zips of my new suit. The zippers extend from under my armpits to the wrists on the inside of the sleeves and from the armpit down the side of my suit to below the waitline. thsi allows my arms to be zipped to my sides either to the elbow which leaves me with a little mobility or all the way to the wrist which means i can't even bend over at the waist much less move my arms. I have to stand, rigidly straight like one of the irsh dancers Sir admires. I look like a little rubber covered doll fresh from the plastics factory.

Sir had only zipped me to the elbow so I had a bit of mobility, but not much. I held the inside folds of my burqa tightly as it whipped about. The feel around my face of three layers of latex (skinsuuit, hooded dress, and burqa gagging hood) was incfredible as the wind caused it to press and then suck away from my face and body.

Latex flows so wonderfully as I walk and try to make my way against the wind. It slides over my body so sensually and the sense of the rubber protecting me and caressign me simulataneously is just fantastic.

Our trip back from the US was simple and comfortable. We passed through security and at heathrow i almost felt completely at home as I saw many veiled and niqab wearing women. I was hardly remarkable at all except that my veiling was soft shiny flowing white rubber instead of the satin and cotton around me.

I think we'll go out for a walk in the mountains today. Perfect weather for it.

regards
Lady

Travel, Thanksgiving, and New Clothes

2007-11-21T08:09:00.000-08:00

Wow, here it is Thanksgiving already and I realized I had not posted in a month and a half.

First, Sir and I are travelling in the US again, heading ofr hs family for thanksgiving. We have been travelling about for about a week now and it has been fun.

second, I have some new clothes to describe and a couple of new adventures

Third, happy Thanksgiving to everyone...if your country doesn't have a Thanksgiving holiday, you should get one! They are wonderful!

So...travel
We had no problems travelling this week. I wore an all white ankle length dress (latex) and white boots, gloves, and open faced hood. Over that, my white burqa with builtin gagging hood. The dress is straight, but not so tight as to make it ard to walk. I'll get to THAT outfir in a moment.

At security we asked for a private check as usual and, for the first time ever, received a bit of pushback. The security checkpoint had no women working that morning. however, Sir persisted, explaining that I had to have a female check me. Finally, after a few minutes, the man acceded and they went to find a female. I hated to cause a scene, but Sir was adamant.

When she arrived and escorted me into a private room, I reached up and unzipped and removed the hood with its pepperpot eyes and no mouht while still under the burqa. It slides easily over the white open faced hood underneath because it was sprayed with a silicone lubricant beforehand.

I pulled the burqa up and tossed it over my shoulders and showed my face to the woman who checke it against my passport. She was polite, but not completely happy with being called away from something else to give me a private check. I thought she was about to be further inconvenienced since there were three saudi women in full niqab in line behind Sir and i. This , btw, was at a UK airport. The Irish airports are always easy and friendly and properly staffed.

She nodded to me and told me i could go. I pulled the burqa back over my head, adjusted it so i coule see and then pulled the inner enclosure hood over my face as was proper. But, with my two pairs of gloves on i could not get the zip to go down propoerly. I fiddled with it a bit then decided I would leave it til later.

Sir met me at the door when i came out and he could tell I was having trouble with my hood. He asked if I couldn't get it zipped and I nodded. He then trned me around and in front of everyon eon the line reacehd up under the back of my burqa, grabbed both sides of my gagging enclosure hood and with a great yank, pulled it down and closed across my head. The he zipped it down with a very fast, forceful motionand the sound of the zip was clearly heard over the silence of the people in line. They were silenetly staring at this man, yanking something UNDER his wife's burqa and did not know what was going on.

I thought I was going to faint! I didn't know why (still don't) but something about watching all those travellers stare at my rubber swathed form as he zipped me into properly silenced encasement was most erotic. I felt like I was truly ready for some very special sex. My knees trembled and I swear I nearly came from the impact it had on me.

A moment later he dropped my burqa, patted me on the back of the head and we stepped through the metal detector. The moment passed and I could breathe again. But I felt like he had just taken me from behind in front of all those people...what a rush!

Now onto the new clothes
I have a new, straight, tight, blue latex skirt that is very tight and falls to just below my knees. A true hobble skirt in best 50's style. It limits my steps to about 3 inches and is incredibly difficult to walk in but easier when I am wearing skyscraper heels or my favorite ballet boots.
But the trick is that it has a zipper at the back which unzis upward about 8 inches to reveal a kick pleat. No slit, and i am still encircled by latex, but walking is a little easier now. all depending on Sir's whim, of course.

I also have a new all black evening gown, ankle length and completely hobbling with a six inch diameter at the ankle. Long sleeved, with attached gloves and a full enclosure hood with no mouth or nose holes and only a pair of small holes for vision. breathing is through two tubes which run out of my nostrils, under my jaw line and to the back of my neck where they exit through two small holes in the rear.

The ankle hem of this dress is like the skirt with a zipper that opens a kick pleat so walking is easier, but always restricted and difficult.

Finally, I have a new blue rubber burqa made by a friend. it looks very similar to my white one but inside it has a blue rubber dress, ankle length like the black one above with total enclosure hood, attached gloves. In addition, the hood has a builtin inflatable gag and, of course, no mouth. The eyes are pepperpot as is the burqa's mesh.

Lastly, this dress has a very interesting feature. Heavy duty zippers are attached from the elbow to the underarm. These allow Sir to zip my arms tight to my body leaving me virtually no freedom of arm movement. and the zippers are of such a type that my arms can be bent behind my back and zipped together. This is the most restritive piece of clothing I have ever seen! I can barely walk in it, cannot move my arms, have limited vision and total silencing. it is absolutely wonderful.

well, our flight is being called so i must go now. more later

regards
Lady

A Lazy Sunday

2007-09-16T09:30:00.000-07:00

I am not sure why, but the pleasure is intense today. Perhaps it is because Sir and I are having such a good day. I awoke this morning and slipped into a gleaming white rubber skinsuit that covers me head to toe. It hugs me completely, gloving my hands and hooding my head and face. The eyes are open although the mouth is closed and I am silenced. Over this my usual corset and boots went smoothly and tightly. These were the white rubber knee boots and white corset I usually wear with my white dresses.

Then, over all that, I put on a long, loose black dress with a very tight waist and full skirt. The white gloves emerging from the black sleeves, and my white, shiny, hooded head issuing from the high, black neckline looks lovely and very bizarre when I glance in the mirror. The hood is very tight as is the bodice, reminding me of my feminitity and my rubberization at the same time.

The fun thing today is that Sir is dressed almost identically...he is also in a white skinsuit beneath his black latex priest's cassock. This is the first time in a long time he has felt good enough to wear a hood with no mouth for a long period. He is breathing normally and without distress even when we engage in strenuous and fun activities :)

We've had a very nice day and even went out earlier. I draped myself in the hugely voluminous latex folds of my white burqa, and he pulled the second hood, the one in the burqa, most tightly against my face to the point I lost feeling in my cheeks and forehead. Sir pulled on slacks, shirt and a pair of gloves over his skinsuit and took the hood off and tucked it under his trench coat.

We walked along the road near our home. It was windy and raining , but we were both fully protected. I was, in particular, virtually untouched by the weather, noticing only the tension and restriction of my 3+ layers of warm, soft rubber.

Once we returned home, Sir had me kneel in the center of our living room while he resealed himself completely, including the cassock, then removed my burqa and its built-in hood, and verified I was still sealed and silent. He and I spent a busy and pleasurable afternoon in our play room and now, as I write this, are resting, watching tv and reading on a Sunday afternoon, still sealed and silenced.

It is so good to have him back, feeling well and energetic. And there is soemthing very erotic about having both of us dressed in almost identical, totally enclosing, restrictively silencing rubber.

regards
Lady

Yes, I am still here

2007-08-25T03:12:00.000-07:00

I wanted to finally take a moment to make a new entry in this blog. It has been months, I know, since I wrote anything significant. I am not sure this will be very significant, but the number of comments and emails I've had asking me to write again make it imperative I explain what's been going on.

First, Sir has been working his way trough another bout of pneumonia since early June. He's had to go in the hospital twice and has been recouperating at home in between. It is terrible seeing him so weak and distressed and I have just not had the heart to write about it or any energy to think about our lifestyle as I've been busy caring for him.

Thankfully, he is now on the mend. He's had to undergo some terrible therapy to cure this particular form of pneumonia, but is doing much better and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel. There has been no permanent damage to his lungs and he has actually begun to talk about diving again next summer.

Secondly, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments and concerns. I appreciated the thoughts greatly as did Sir.

Finally, I know several people have seen the article in Bizarre magazine with a photo of me in my red burqa. Wonderful little write-up and a much larger photo than I ever expected them to print. I hope their readers enjoy it.

Obviously, we've done very little travel or adventuring recently with Sir so ill and weak. I have remained constant in my costuming, wearing latex around the house and, indeed, Sir has taken much comfort from wearing some of his catsuits as the pressure of the latex made his breathing feel more comfortable.

For myself, I have been experimenting with tighter and tighter facial coverings and neck braces, when I can, just as a way of affirming my own tendencies toward submitting to the discipline of both latex enclosure and of submission to Sir. I shall write more about the sensations of mulitple hooding over my face and of living for several days in a neck corset at a later entry. It has been a small bit of entertainment and distraction as I've been attending to Sir. He appreciates the bizareness of it too.

Regards
Lady

The Much Anticipated Bag Blog

2007-06-17T05:29:00.000-07:00

Everyone wants to know about my new bag so here is the entry you've been craving.

The bag was made by someone in the US...I do not know by whom, but I think it may be from San Francisco. It is quite severe and has several interesting features which make it wonderful for long term enclosure and restriction.

First, it is very much like wearing a long tight rubber dress. Internally, there is an inflatable sheath skirt the legs go into and this skirt tapers towards the feet and hobbles the legs quite effectively. But, there is plenty of room for my feet and I never have any problem with numbness or pain from them.

Next, there are internal sleeves. These also inflate separately. When I am put into it, my arms go down long sleeves which are bound to the side and just a little bit behind me...I have to throw my chest out and pull my shoulders back to get into it and once it's inflated I am held that way.

The sleeves end in gloves.

The hood is fully externalized. That is, it rises out of the shoulders of the bag and, in fact, Sir puts a posture colar around my neck on the outside of the bag. The hood is very special and I shall get to it in a moment.

Inflation can be in stages as there are multple bladders. The legs can be inflated first which immobilizes them, then the chest can be inflated until breathing is cut off and the subject suffocates from the pressure. Finally, the hood can be inflated.
All inflation connections are at the back of the bag at the feet and tubes carry the air to the different bladders. This makes for a very smooth appearance.

Reinforced attachements at shoulder and hip form a supension harness which makes it possible for me to be suspended from the ceiling during the entire ordeal of inflation and encasement for long periods...so far up to 18 hours.

As the hood is inflated, it is assymetric. While the entire hood is double skinned and inflates, this establishes equal pressure all over my face. But a second inflation is possible which inflaes a bladder or pillow behind my head. This pushes my face into the front of the hood. As it does so, the eyeholes and breathing holes at nose and mouth close up so that the more that bladder is inflated, the more I am pushed into a wall of already infalted latex, the more I suffer restricted breathing.

This is the most erotic thing I have experienced in a long time. As he inflates my chest, Sir is usually careful to not over compress me. Of course by that time my legs are numb already from their bladder. If he has over inflated my chest, my breasts are crushed (more so if I am corseted) and I can barely breath anyway. Then, as he inflates my head, my world compresses into a tunnel which ultimately irises shut and seals me in an impenetrable, unbreathable encasement. My climaxes are legendary, let me assure you.

So that is the new bag. I am put into it usually once a week and have spent as much as 18 hours in it at a single stretch so far...suspended from our ceiling with him suffocating me periodically to generate orgasms.

When I am released it is the most relaxed and lethargic I can recall ever being.

Regards
Lady

Some More Easter Dressing Details

2007-05-29T19:11:00.001-07:00

Well, back in Ireland again and having fun in the rain. Actually, it rained every day in May until about the 25th and it has been pretty since then.

Everyone has been asking about my new the bag which Sir gave me while we were in the US. I thought I would explain a bit about it and how it makes me feel. But first an update on fashions and toys. And some more detail on our visit at Easter with Sir’s family

As I have written earlier on the fact that we visited Sir’s family, I thought I would go into much more detail about how I was dressed and the impressions I both had and made at Easter when I attended Mass and we had dinner with the family. I hope this recap is not boring to my regular readers.

We visited Sir’s sister in Texas for Easter and it was freezing and rain…very strange weather for that time of year. Sirs sister and family know about our lifestyle and, while still somewhat taken aback, they accept us well and make us welcome.

They are Catholic and Sir and I agreed to attend Easter Sunday mass with them. Sir wore his best black latex catsuit under a white rubber shirt and black latex slacks. The catsuit makes him stand taller and slimmer and the slacks look very nice on him.

I wore white. Because it was cold I wore a total enclosure white catsuit with gloves, hood, and feet. The suit’s hood is similar to my burqa’s hood; pepper pot eyes and no mouth., very tightly zipped over my head.

Over the catsuit I wore white stockings, suspended from a white corset and white knee high rubber boots with 5 inch heels. The corset is a very smooth affair, flaring over my hips and Sir laced it tighter than usual. It has bra cups which inflate both inward and outward, crushing my own breasts under the catsuit but filling out my apparent figure quite attractively. And it fits like a dream. However, the sensation of my breasts being crushed under its relentless pressure is only tolerable for a short time; no more than 36 hours or so.

Then my favourite white dress. It has a very tight bodice, (which receives wonderful attention from the tightly inflated corset cups), extra tight sleeves and a very high tight collar. The waist nips perfectly over the corset and the ankle length skirt flairs almost as much as my burqa. The whole dress uses about 8 yards of rubber and swirls very dramatically when I twirl. It weighs over 10 pounds!

The sleeves are so tight they limit my flexion at the elbow…or rather encourage me to limit it because they bite a bit at the elbow, particular when worn over the catsuit sleeves which are tight themselves. Over these, Sir insisted on a second pair of elbow length, very small gloves to insure I had very little feeling in my hands.

The dress can be belted and Sir decided to use a restraint belt for the day. This belts around my waist, buckling smoothly in back, and has two cuffs for the upper part of my arms, just above the elbows. The result, of course, is severely limited use of my arms and hands. He drew the cuffs extra tight as well, resulting in numbness very quickly. It isn’t enough to be dangerous, but the whole day I felt like my hands were asleep and they were useless for grasping anything…his intent, of course.

Finally, it was time for my burqa. Since I would be in public I was to be burqa’d in the white rubber one for the day (actually, I had to wear one at all times at his sisters anyway, except when alone with him in our hotel room). He draped it over me and ulled its bultin hood tightly over my face, numbing that too, and zipping it tightly closed over my mouth and face. He unzipped my dress a bit an inserted the burqa hood under the dress collar, then zipped mye up again to insure that neck movement was limited.

But then he added a matching white posture collar to hold my head high and rigidly looking forward! Iwas not expecting that since he usually does not do so for me going out in public under the veiling garment. But, seeing this was Easter, he felt I should be asa formal and limited as possible to guarantee my sensations of submission.

So, in the end I was encased fully in three skin tight layers of latex for the day, then tented with a fourth; catsuit, corset and stockings, dress, and burqa. And two hoods and two pairs of gloves, with arms restrained to my sides above the elbows and no way to utter a sound. My breasts were crushed tantalizingly into my chest and breathing was something I did very shallowly.

Of course with the hoods I had extremely limited vision since there were three interfering sets of perforations between my eyes and the world; the catsuit hood with its pepper pot eyes, the burqa’s built in hood with its same style eyes, and the burqa’s perforated mesh as well.

So all in all, I was incredibly restrained and limited in my scope of existence and sensation for Easter. Sir said he felt it was appropriate that for attending a religious sevice like a Mass, I be reminded of how insignificant my own desires and inclinations are…that the bondage would make me aware of the larger issues in things.

I mostly just felt incredibly aroused!

I was led out of our hotel suite and we stood in the blowing freezing wind and rain for about 5 minutes waiting for our car to be brought round. The hotel staff stared, of course, but a very nice young girl in the rather elaborate hotel door uniform (would be lovely in latex) walked up to the car and held the door for me as if she did so for burqa’d guests everyday. Getting into the car might have been an issue, but Sir held my hand through the burqa, and I have long since worked out the best way for a woman in a huge flowing rubber garment to sit and swivel into a bucket seat.

Sir reached over me and fastened my seatbelt (I certainly could not) and I sat rigid and upright, still and ivory, looking like nothing so much as a motionless, gleaming statue of white marble, carved in an almost Grecian style, the rubber flowing out from the crown of my head down and over the car seat like alabaster.

My vision blurred and swirled as we drove, the world taking on a strange, out of focus and bleary appearance. All colours were muted by the heavy rain and even more so by the moiré patterns before my eyes.

Everything smelled of latex, the tiny holes in the two skin-tight hoods making my breath loud in my ears. There was very little else to listen too, Sir being quiet as he drove us to his sister’s to meet before Mass. I settled into my seat and clasped my hands together under the veil. Truth be told, I wound up rubbing myself slowly, just to enjoy the feeling,

When we arrived it was even worse weather than when we set out. Sir handed me out of the car and we walked down the drive to the house. The wind was viciously cold and as most of you know, latex rapidly loses its temperature, particularly when it is tight against the body.. The burqa, however, forms an airspace around the wearer and it kept me reasonably warm. Sir was actually shivering in his jacket, shirt, and catsuit more than I was.

His sister greeted us warmly, giving me a hug and even a kiss on my rubbered cheek. Of course, our ‘straight’ relatives do not typically know how much latex I wear beneath the burqa, but there was no way she could mistake what she felt under the burqa for bare skin, I think. Nonetheless, she acted as if she was completely sanguine with me, my apparel, and my silence.

We did not linger at her house long, but bundled ourselves back into cars and followed her and her husband to the church. There, all 7 of us piled into a pew and I sat and silently watched as Mass proceeded. I did not rise and fall as is usual in Mass, but kept my seat. Nor did I take communion., obviously.

After Mass we met the priest for a moment who was gracious if a bit nonplussed by a white burqa in hi church. I did shake his hand and Sir explained that I did not speak in public. He took it in stride and invited me back again.

Back at the house I was told I could change into my red burqa and a hood with a mouth so I could eat Easter dinner with the rest of the family. I changed into a red dress and hood and came out in my red burqa. I was allowed to chat with my sister-in-law as well as I ate small bites of Easter dinner.

I shall write more later on the new bag…its hood can be inflated in such a way as to slowly suffocate me in a most erotic manner…but more on that later.

Lady

Heading Home

2007-05-05T11:54:00.000-07:00

We are finally heading home. First we travel to chicago where Sir has a lunch meeting, then we fly home to Ireland tomorrow. I am waiting now to board the aircraft. This is the second time I have had to have TWO women check my identity ina private room. I was wearing my red burqa with a red open faced hood when we checked in and asked for private screening. We were politely accomodated, but for the second time here in the US i had two women come in and ask me to show my face.

No problems, though. I removed the burqa and answered their questions as they checked my photograph against my face. They were quite friendly and professional though.

Of course, Sir and I both had to have the full wanding search afterwards, but we are used to that. Sir has taken to wearing his latex when we fly as well...slacks, t-shirt, and blazer. So far no one has ever asked about the fact that it is rubber.

As usual, after we cleared security, I went into the ladies' room and put on a more severe hood for the actual flight after we got through security. I was wearing a redrubber ensemble consisting of long full dress, stockings, boots, and gloves with the red open faced hood and red burqa (that's the one without a builtin hood). the dress has a high collar with a ruffle and the necks of the hoods fit under that giving it a smooth appearance and resisting me when I turn my head.

I went into the restroom and swapped the open faced hood for a black full faced hood with sheath gag, then pulled the open faced one back over that. the black one is quite nice, very tight, and has open eyes, but a condom that fills my mouth preventing speech. The open faced hood is actually a half mask as it has a low forehead and also covers my chin and mouth up to my nose. I had to pull it down a bit for the security folks. It looks a bit like this picture I found on the web (this is NOT me) ... I shall try to get one of me and one in the black/red combination too.

Tomorrow I am told that I will fly with the white burqa and its built-in hood. Not sure how we'll get through security and passport control, but I presume Sir has a plan.

We are about to board so I must close for now. I shall write more this evening after we land. I am looking forward to a long relaxing flight, swathed in all my rubber and tightly buckled into my seat. It is so nice to sit for hours, sleeping or reading or drifting away in meditation, covered completely in yards and yards of sft ruber, restricted and tightly encased as well as being enjoyably gagged while we fly across the country.

more later
Lady

A month in the States

2007-05-02T17:43:00.001-07:00

Well, it has been a most busy month. I apologize to all who have been asking for more posting. All I can offer as an excuse is that not only was I busy and quite tied up most of the time, we were also out of internet access for a while.

We are in San Francisco for a few days now before heading home to Ireland. It has been very busy, with trips to a few unusual places as Sir has been doing business. Today, however, has been sightseeing with visits to the SFMOMA and the DeYoung museum. Very nice they are too...the Picaso exhibit is first rate.

In the month we have been here we have visited Texas, our old home, spent Easter with Sir's family (I went to Easter Mass in my white burqa!), passed through Denver, LA (saw our son and his G/F) and now SF.

We return home later this week...it will be a relief.

We have ben so busy and getting in so late that I've not had time or energy to blog. But here are some highlights

Easter -- We were with Sir's family and we all went to Easter Morning Mass (they are staunch catholics) on Sunday. I wore pure white (catsuit, dress, gloves, boots, hood, burqa) and Sir wore black slacks, white shirt, and black blazer (all latex). He talked about wearing his rubber cassock but we decided that might be too much!

While we are non-believers, we can still appreciate the ritual and solemnity of a good Mass and this was very well done. We (all 7 of us) occupied a full pew and I was next to Sir on one end. Yes, I prompted many stares, but people settled into their seats and into the routine as soon as Mass started. We were introduced to the pastor who was most gracious, if a bit confused by having a white burqa'd lady at his Easter mass. However, he took no offense and Sir congratulated him on the turnout and the sermon.

I was, of course, silenced by the built-in hood, but I shook his hand and he seemed OK. perhaps he thought i was a potential convert! :-)

Easter dinner was quite nice with a few friends of Sir's sister over as well. We had a baked ham and a Turkey and I was allowed to change into my red burqa so I could eat with a plate under my veil. the family is quite used to me, if still a bit confused by my lifestyle choice. The friends had been prepped and I was allowed to speak as well, so we had a nice chat.

In Denver we were only there a day and I was on my own wandering Boulder's streets and shops. Again, I was stared at, but did some shopping and made some purchases with no problems. That evening at dinner we ate at a restaurant inside an old bank vault with some colleagues of Sir. It is always interesting when I am introduced to colleagues of his as they typically don't know what to say or do. I always offer a rubber gloved hand for shaking (or kissing as a few of the men do) and then seat myself to Sir's left. On occassion, i am able to sit on the floor or kneel next to him which i truly prefer to do...the reaction from some of his stodgy colleagues is precious. That evening at dinner I was allowed to kneel next to him...most fun.

Reactions from women are also intriguing since many are shocked and some offended by public displays of servitude (PDSs?. Men seem to adjust more readily to me, but they do have trouble keeping their eyes off me when I am sitting or kneeling next to Sir. Women, on the other hand, usually either take one look and look away, or settle in and chat with me (if i can chat).

I actually enjoy kneeling next to Sir for an hour or two chatting with the wife of one of his colleagues about Ireland, sewing, teaching, the latest books, whatever, while nibbling on my dinner under the cover of rubber. It is a bit of an art to keep everything accessible and manage my burqa, my plate, my hands, etc.

In Los angeles, we met with our son and his g/f and went out shopping at a large fetish store, then to dinner. She was in a lovely white rubber sleeveless jacket, VERY short white rubber skirt, white rubber over the knee stockings, and short wrist length gloves. It is another of her anime character costumes in latex. She also wore a catsuit under it which has an open faced hood. The catsuit is light blue.

Son and Sir both wore black rubber cassocks and I was in white burqa, gagged for the evening. We went to a lovely Italian restaurant where I had to sit and watch them eat since I cannot do so in the white burqa.

Later, in the hotel room, Sir demonstrated the new total enclosure body bag he got for me with sleeves on the inside and a hood with only one small breathing hole at the nose and an inflatable inner hood with gag. There are no eyes, of course.

Our son showed off Wei in a heavily laced rubber catsuit which has quilted rubber padding on the shoulders, back, breasts, shoulders, elbows, thighs and knees and is very thick.

His g/f loves being laced into it amazingly tightly. She can barely move when fully encased. Then he pulled out a heavy leather hood and put it over her head. It has a latex inner hood with inflatable gag and laces tight in back. She told me later that she is now up to 10 hours in the suit and hood and can even sleep in it. She was always envious of my ability to be rubbered 24/7.

Then this week we've been in SF. I shall write more about that later. We met some old friends here and I've been rather incommunicado for the last several days while Annemarie used me for boudoir furniture!

Regards
Lady

So we've had

Travelling Again

2007-04-14T15:37:00.000-07:00

Just to let everyone know, we've been travelling again, this time in the US. That is why I have been offline somewhat for the past few weeks.

Really, we've just been so busy that I have not had the opportunity to blog our experiences lately. I shall try to do so in a leter post, but since I have been receiving comments from many of you about my abscnece (and thank you all for your kind thoughts) I felt I had best let everyone know that we are still out here in the info-ether

I shall endeavour to catch up on blogging soon as we've had quite a nice Easter visiting Sir's family and are now in Silicon Valley for a few weeks.

Regards
Lady

Impressions in Latex II

2007-02-26T15:06:00.000-08:00

The loose folds surround and contain me. The rubber is loose, soft, rustling, yet restaining and constricting at the same time. My breath is all I hear under the layers of hoods, the tubes fitted neatly into my nose and mouth, the pressure of inflation sealng all within.

I can't feel my hands or fingers anymore. The gloves are so tight and my arms are gone, lost, disappeared into the smooth tight shiny carapace of thick latex, zipped up and locked to my collar behind my back. My arms have been in such tight red rubber, the third layer, for so long and bound so tightly behind me that they have ceased to exist. Sir has kept me in this pose so long I cease to feel human, I feel disconnected, unattached and disjointed.

My torso and my breasts are tightly bound in layers of latex, pressurized and constraining, breath hard to find. My head held tightly by the collar, my legs held tightly together by the narrow hobble skirt that falls to just below my knees. Rubber boots tight to the calf, with very high spike heels, come to my knees, covering the rest of my legs. The tubes dangling from beneath my skirt fill my orifices. The collection bag is attahced to my right thigh, its bands constricting and cutting off the blood flow slightly. The plugs and the wires Sir has put in me make me tingle and shudder. The plugs both vibrate and electrify me.

As I stand before him, swathed in yards and yards of rubber, both tightly constrained and flowingly loose, restrained to the point of numbness yet free to feel myself soar with pleasure, as I stand before him, I lose myself, sinking, drowning in the rubber he drapes over me. No longer human, unable to eat, feel, move, see, taste, or even hear beyond the sound of my own breath moving in and out of the tubes I am dependent on. I cease to be...I am become latex... I am the smooth, shiny, elastic integuement...I am the tubes, the bag, the inflation, the gag, the plugs...I am the rubber.

This is how I spent my weekend. When I was finally released this morning, I took over an hour to re-align myself with the reality of being merely dressed in lightweight rubber. I felt light headed, literally, without the pressure of an inflated hood worn for over 48 hours and my arms kept moving of their own accord for quite some time, no restraint, no restriction.

regards
Lady

Weekend in London

2007-02-19T09:39:00.000-08:00

We spent a lovely weekend in London, shopping and just relaxing as a late valentine's celebration.

Sir required me to pack nothing but red rubber..stockings, boots, corset, dresses, gloves, hoods. I brought three red dresses, one of which is in the accompanying picture. This is my red dress from peter leth.

Several people were concerned about me going out in a burqa in London. But let me say there were not only no problems, I fit in quite well, particulalry when we went to two fabric stores in Kilburn on the Edgeware road. I do believe that veiled and fully covered and gloved women were in the majority. I was not given a second glance.

But even in Mayfair and in Harrods I was hardly noticed. Dinner in a very nice restaurant the first night we arrived was, as always, interesting, but I ordered shrimp and scallops which always works as a meal I can eat beneath my burqa.

the hood I was wearing most of the time is very tight, laced in back and then a zipper over the lacing. It is quite thick and restrictive with a round hole over my mouth that I can just berley fit small bites of food through. Sir gagged me sometimes while wearing it, a small red ball gag that fits very neatly in the hole in the hood.

My red boots were a bit tiring to walk in as much as we did, but they look wonderfully sleek. The second dress I brought along is very tight and hobbling and the boots look wonderful under it.

We stopped at several bookstores (the IRISH do not appear to enjoy reading as much as we do if the number and size of bookstores are any measure). And I was able to acquire some lovely fabric inclufding some very fancy lycras with arabesques and a nice black vinyl that I will use to make my sister something kinky i think :)

Sir bought some Starbuck's coffee and other things he can't get here in the west of Ireland. We had a lovely time visiting some of the museums (but the Kylie Costume exhibit at the V & A is overhyped).

In the evenings, I was put into some very nice bondage Sir acquired at a store in islington. A new armbinder and a special harness for my torso and breasts...all pulled tightly over my full enclosure, fully occusive red rubber catsuit. The impact of all that latex is fantastic.

We had a loely suite with a private outdoor terrace which, had it been warmer, would have made for great breakfasts, but he says we will do that again in a few months...but sitting out, even in the cold, wearing three layers of latex was quite enjoyable.

Sir wore his slacks and a latex shirt most of the weekend...he brought three shirts and two pairs of slacks. And he wore a lovely black rubber rain cape that he got a couple years ago.

The flights were uneventful as was the drive to and from the airport. Nothing much going on there except having to show my face to a couple of security women. The usual protocols worked just fine...Sir asked for a private screening for me and they politely accomodated. Of course, given the number of niqabs, burqas, veils, and other fully enclosed women I saw at London airports, they must be very used to private screenings.

So we had a lovely time

regards
Lady

Sunday - A Morning's Pleasure and an Afternoon's Delight

2007-02-14T00:27:00.000-08:00

We went out driving over the weekend and had a nice little experience in a cafe in a city to the south of us here. Sunday morning i woke feeling very good and wanted to dress especially nice.

Our bed is made up, even here in Ireland, with latex sheets and duvet. they are very soft, very red, and very smooth andslinky when you are also wearing rubber under them. Sir and I wear rubber to bed, either a skinsuit or, for me, a catsuit. Sir usually weas a catsuit or a loose robe over latex underpants.

I slid out of the soft slinky bed and it was quite cold so i grabbed a rubber pegnoir as well and pulled it on as i went to dress. My bathroom is also my vanity so I spent quite a lot of time in their choosing just the right sunday outfit after my bath.

Sir seldom visits me in the bath and did not do so today. he uses a different one and we try to avoid geting in each other's way. Mine has several of my corsets and hoods and gloves in it, setup wheere I can get to them easily, so I do not have to coem out until i am comfortably covered and sealed if that is my goal (or his goal) for the day. nothing annoys more than dashing around looking for the other glove or where I put the lace down hood or missing a posture collar that i really want to wear.

Sunday I put on several layers to be more elaborate and a bit more extreme since I was in the mood to please him and myself. I bathed, then powderedand slid into a transparent grey skinsuit with gloves and hood and feet, then put on a standard red catsuit over that with no hood, hands or feet.

The corset came next and I pulled it as tight as I could, but Sir usually tightens it up more later. Then I choose my victorian walking skirt in red rubber. This skirt has a bustle sort of folded in and consists of yards of latex. very flowing and pretty, but designed to be quite restrictive for walking. Only small steps may be taken and while it appears to be loose, it is actually quite hobbing around the ankles.

I had on two layers of rubber so no stockings were required and I pulled on a pair of red rubber boots that come up over my knees like stockings. They have a four inch heel, spiked.

My blouse was designed to match the skirt. it is ver full, but actually quite tight and restricting, particularly around the neck and wrists. It is zipped on the side so I can do it and long enough t fully tuck into the skirt. It has a high ruffled collar and cuffs and leg of mutton sleeves, but with so much rubber on under it the fit is very tight.

Another pair of gloves, these red, and a red condom hood completed the ensemble. the hood has large eye cutouts so I can see clarly, but i was sucking on a rubber sheath all day long and my mouth would not close completely. Yes, I was in a real mood sunday!

The hood is one of my favorites. love the way it slides on over an inner hood, with such tightnes and a sensation of taking ownership of my face and head. I've cut my hair again recently so it is very short and does not get in the way of hooding at all.

So, properly dressed, i went out of the bath, downstairs to the kitchen and found Sir had dressed and was reading the paper. he was in a nice catsuit with a sheath over his equipment and slacks and shirt, all black latex, over that. We spent a half hour or so exploring ways in which his rubber fitted into my face...while he drank his coffee!

He had me remove the condom hood afterwards and we ate a light breakfast, then I put it back on and he said we were going out. It felt very odd to be chewing on a soft piece of toast 5 minutes after he had been fully inside my mouth, hard as a rock, while i gently chewed on him thorugh the latex...all with no taste of him, no sense of having touched him or been toouched...whcih of course, I had not actually been. The sense of pleasurs coupled with sensory deprivation, followed by the taste of toaast and jam was incredibly bizarre.

Then, of course, after a bit of tea, there was the taste of rubber again, filling my mouth, rippling across my palate, sliding into my throat. So nice and smooth after the coarseness of food. I almost wished he had fed me through the tube instead.

I slid my red burqa on and we went out for our drive. I shall write more of that in a bit, but just now i am being called and must go see to him. He's still in bed this morning and probably wants some attenttion...which I am properly hooded to give him.

regards
Lady

Thoughts on Dressing

2007-02-03T10:37:00.000-08:00

It has been lovely here this last week..sun shining and much less windy. We went out walking today along some footpaths near our house, overlookign the ocean and enjoying the sunshine.

I was thinking about some of the comments DARK made to a recent post when Muslim Lady talked about her perusal of my early blogs. He gets very incensed about what he percieves as a fraud I perpetrate because I dress in a rubber burqa but am not Muslim. Now this whole issue of whether how I dress insults someone's religion is something I want to address a bit.

First, while SIR did tell a TSA agent ONCE that I was muslim and could not unveil in public, he no longer does so. He simply tells them that I cannot unveil in public without any reference to a religion. So, for the record, neither Sir nor I ever actively state that either of us are associated with any religion.

Now, the response to this is typically that I am allowing people to assume that i am a muslim even so because I wear a burqa. However, DARK made the comment that,

"I know some women who wear leather hoods, full face, and when asked give a "medical" excuse and even carry a letter from a doctor stating that they can't have their skin exposed for some medical reason. This is still a fraud in a sense, but I don't find it as offensive and "disrespectful" of a religion."

He was talking about how I COULD wear full ace masks in public if I just explained it when someone asked such as a policeman.

Now, I must ask, which is the greater 'fraud' or 'wrong'? To wear a garment I like and which I think is beautiful which is MOST commonly worn by memebrs of a particular religion or to carry a bogus 'excuse' written by a doctor to support a lie I would tell police that I had a skin condition which required me to wear a hood?

I contend that the second, active, fraud is more of a wrong than the first, passive one. And there are some other considerations.

Many of my Muslim contacts tell me that even if I have not said my Shahadah, dressing and acting as a muslim makes me one. Now I disagree...I do not believe you can become a member of a religion without actually believing in it. But the compliment to me is very kind of these women and men.

I also cannot recall any of my Muslim contacts telling me that I am insulting their religion by wearing a burqa; indeed most of the people who comment on it at all like the fact that I decide to veil completely, act and dress modestly, and submit to my husband. in fact, only people of other or no faith seem to be concerned about whether I am dressing appropriately or not.

Now, there is the question of what I am wearing. Is it even a burqa? And, of course, is it religious?

I COULD make the arguement that it is not even a burqa. It is, rather, a new garment that Sir has created which only slightly resembles a burqa. for example:

A burqa is not made of rubber, it is made silk or polyester
A burqa has a cap made of a cylinder of cloth with a disc of cloth on the top. My garment has a dome shaped top and no separate cap
A burqa does not have arm slits as my garment does
A burqa is not fully closed all around...typically it is open in front, has a long veil and often must be held shut by the wearer
A burqa has embroidered details around the cap and usually around the eye mesh. My garment is completely smooth.

So, I COULD argue that my garment is not a burqa and anyone who mistakes it for such is making the same mistake that one who mistakes a maid's uniform for a nurse's uniform has made or who mistakes a british nurse's uniform for a nun's habit (british hospital 'sisters' wore veils too but were not nuns)

However, I call it a burqa and I think of it as a burqa and I believe it is a burqa. But the 'no it's not' arguement could be made.

Finally, with respect to whether a non muslim woman should wear a burqa, it was an absolute requirement in Afghanistan under the Taliban that, for religious reasons, any woman should wear one. And, in some other muslim countries, non-muslim women must veil to the degree that other muslim women are required to do so. So wearing it can be interpreted as a sign of respect, not of disrespect. And finally, why should such concerns be limited only to the burqa...what if i wore a rubber shalwar khameez, or a rubber abaya...would that be 'better' or 'worse'

The whole arguement seems silly. What one wears neither defines one nor ones religion. How one acts does so.

Well, those are my red rubber burqa'd thoughts on the matter :-) i hope all my readers enjoy them. And just for the fun of it, here is another photo Sir said i could publish. I truly enjoy lazing around in these garments with their incredible sensuousness and lovely shine.

A Day Trip Out

2007-01-20T13:38:00.000-08:00

Sir took me down to Cork this week for a day of siteseeing while he was in business meetings. It is a lovely city, much larger than Galway, and the weather was reasonable for achange.

We drove down rather than fly. Stayed in a hotel overnight.

We walked out for dinner that evening and saw a bit of the city centre. It is quite nice and fairly large and has many shops, bars, and restaurants. We had a nice dinner in a restaurant near city centre. I had fish (Sir ordered) which I cut into small chunks and then ate beneath my red burqa. The waitress was visibly cakenaback by a red burqa'd woman sitting at the table, but did not say anything. Sir and I both find it beautiful to see me cut up my dinner with red rubber gloved hands, protruding through the arm slits in the red burqa, then to take a small plate under the burqa to eat in silence with him. The picture below with me sitting with my hand on the couch arm is my favorite from that group. I lov ethe look of my gloved hands and arms disappearing into the burqa.

Then the next morning, after breakfast, I went out looking around. I was wearing my white burqa with the silencing hood built in over a long black latex dress with full skirt. Rubber gloves, boots and corset, of course.

I sat with Sir during breakfast but did not eat or drink anything. had a cup of coffee earlier in the room, but Sir wanted me to join him for breakfast even though I could only sit silently across from him.

I walked out after he had left to his meeting. At the desk,as I was looking at the city map of attractions, museums, and churches to see, the receptionist, a very pretty red-headed Irish girl of about 22 asked me if I always had to wear a burqa. I could not speak, but I nodded to her and she asked if I liked it. I nodded again and then wrote her a note saying that I could notspeak to strangers, but that I DID like wearing my burqa because I believed I was supposed to. With that I left to go see the sites of Cork.

I went to the St. FinnBarres cathedral, an anglican cathedral. It is quite beautiful with many gargoyles. There was a small group of othertourists, and they certainly looked at me oddly, but they did not pay much attention to me.

Then I went off to the Cork Butter Museum but they were closed. Finally, I wandered back into city centre and went through the English Market which wouldhavebeen more interesting if I had been buying food. It was, nonetheless, intriguing.

I was not hassled or hindered in any way. Everyone I met was quite polite even though I was silent and enclosed. Viewingtheworld throughtwo layers of perforatedrubber is a bit difficult, but very peaceful as well. it started to rain while I was out and the patter of raindrops on the rubber was most loud, blocking many of the other noises. Of course my hearing is reduced anyway under the multiple layers of latex...three in this case with black dress hood, white burqa hood and white burqa.

I met Sir for a late lunch after that, me sitting silently as he ate a sandwich and drank a cup of coffee. He would feed me later, on our way back to Galway.

Then we headed back up to Galway and home. It was a very interesting day and I had quite a lot of fun, particularly the rain coming down on me as i walked the streets of Cork.

regards
Lady

New Photos

2007-01-16T09:48:00.000-08:00

Sir has allowed me to post some new pictures. They are in my yahoo profile and my MySpace profile. here are a few as well

regards

Lady

A Most Enjoyable Holiday

2007-01-04T06:52:00.000-08:00

Well, the holiday season is almost over and I thought I should report on our adventures.

Sir has taken most of the last two weeks off and we've had our son and his g/f in from Los Angeles for a week for Christmas. It has been much fun.

We spent most of the time in the house, just relaxing. The weather was NOT conducive to outdoor travel or siteseeing, although we did take our son and g/f to Dublin for a day and then later to Limerick.

The Dublin museums were nice, particularly the Eileen Gray architecture and furniture exhibits. Limerick was a surprise. I had no idea it was so large and thriving. Quite a nice city.

Christmas was lovely with Sir giving me some new hoods (one inflatable) and a new dress. Yes, yes, I will post photos sometime soon. I gave him a lovely white TE catsuit. Our son gave me a nice pair of gloves and a new pair of rubber boots. We gave him a new pair of rubber trousers and a very cute little rubber anime outfit. I think I have mentioned before that she likes to do cosplay as anime characters. We all had a load of fun wandering Dublin in latex outfits one evening.

The weather was so intense one evening when we were back that Sir demonstrated the scene we played out a few weeks ago. I was once again lashed to the pole on our bedroom balcony and made to endure 4-60 mph winds while sealed and bound in multiple layers of latex. It was incredibly exciting, particularly knowing that our son and his g/f were watching. They went out into the yard in very heavy rubber suits and coats and watched sa I was turned into a figurehead again. My own reaction to Sir's gentle wrapping, securing, encasing and zipping of me into four layers of latex. Then, the sensations associated with the wind ripping at me as I was faced into it, bound to the pole and feeling the ping of stinging rain on my impermeable second skins. No pain, of course, only the knowledge that I was being reduced more and more to an object.

After we put them back on a plane for the US, we had another week to spend. We have not done much this week, but we have had several excursions into the countryside around our home. And then recently, I have been conversing with many women in the veiling groups about the pros and cons of veiling in public in different countries. It seems here in Ireland it is easy and accepted well. Unfortunatley, it is less so in other countries in Europe right now.

So our Christmas in Ireland has been most enjoyable (if a bit wetter than we might have wished for). I am having quite a number of lovely enclosed experiences, some in private and some in public. We are lookign at another trip back to the us soon too so that will be fun although it always has its challenges for someone travelling as I do.

regards
Lady

Dublin Shopping

2006-12-21T02:01:00.000-08:00

We went to Dublin last weekend for some shopping. Wonderful time we had.

Sir had me in my red burqa on the train. red dress underneath with builtin hood and gloves. I wore a transparent skinsuit under that so I was in three layers for all the time on the train. Comfortably warm, but not too bad. This dress has a very slim skirt making walking a bit of a challenge, but mostly I just had to sit quietly.

I was gagged, of course, with an inflatable that strapped on under the dress' hood. the inflation bulb wentthrough the small mouthhole in the hood and dangled between my breasts for the trip, under the burqa. A waist belt with arm restraints completed my restriction so that my hands could not emerge from beneath the burqa.

Once more I was impressed by how much freedom the burqa provides. here i could be a bound and gagged rubber slave, multiple encased and enclosed in layers of soft tight latex, hobbled and controlled but fully in public while all my bondage was invisible. the high was enormous.

The feel of each layer going on as he dressed me was sumptious. The skin suit cleaving to my body, the pull of its hood over my face and feelig him sip and lock the body and the hood together...all while staring at my newly rubbered image in a mirror.

Then the red corset, collar and boots all folding and tying me tighter. The boots have a four inch heel, not too high, and are soft red rubber with pointed toe and stilleto heels. They zip up the back and present a smooth red rubber front and side to the viewer.

The inflatable gag went on next, black, not red, covering the lower portion of my glossily rubbered face and silencing me for what I kknew would be hours. He inflated it gently, but fully so my cheeks were slightly distended.

Finally the dress with its built in hood and gloves, covering what was already a fully enclosed rubber object for his pleasure. The dress' hood zips down from the crown and meets the back zip rising from the waist. the skirt is stretch only...no zip and quite restrictive. It hobbles me below the knees, stoppping mid claf...very tough to climb stairs in it. the hood has perforated eyes, two small breathing holes, and a small hole at the mouth which I can talk through unless, as this day, I am gagged.

Once dressed, I could see fairly well, could navigate and walk with care. the hobble skirt on this dress is not too restrictive, but definitely caused me to stretch the latex with every step as it pulled back and held my legs tightly together in tehir rubber covered encasement. The waist belt is black, thick latex with adjustable cuffs rivetted on at the sides. These can accomodate either my upper or lower arms or my wrists. For this trip he chose the most restrictive, wrist cuffing. The black rubber bands encircled and buckled, I was unable to move my arms or hands with any effectiveness at all. The only comfortable position when seated is arms bent at right angles at the elbow and the hands loosely folded across my waist.

When we were ready to leave for the train, Sir put my red burqa on my head and settled it so I could see. We walked out and caught a cab to the station surprising the driver, but not too much.

The train ride was uneventful, a nice first class coach, no breakfast service. Sir was dressed in rubber slacks and shirt and blazer, looking very nice. I longed to touch his arm or chest and to lean on his shoulder and smell the wonderful aroma of his rubber, but I was unable to indulge such desires. i sat in a window seat, in my restrictive bondage, and stared straight ahead at the woman who sat across the table from me. She watched my veil for a while, looking for signs of life, I guess, then looked away and read a newspaper the rest of the trip.

Sir left me for a few minutes to get a coffee, causing me some nervousness as usual when i am tightly bound and left alone, but no one approached or said anything to me.

When we arrived a few hours later we took a cab to our hotel where we were greeted by the manager while Sir was checking into our room. we were only staying for a night, so we did not have a suite, but the room was large with two full size beds so I could be put to bed separately from Sir if he chose.

I was allowed to have my arms unbound and my gag removed (a significant operation invovling the removal of two hoods) and then was re-hooded so that, while i could just manage to speak, a straw was the extent of my alimentary abilities. I was, re-burqa'd and we went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for lunch. My arms were freed from their restraint so I could feed myself.

Sir had a nice fish and chips lunch while i took a glass of milk under my burqa and sipped it through a straw. I was tempted to see if I could force a thin french fry through the 1/4" hole in my hood but decided not to make the attempt. I am very well accustomed to only one meal a day...I would not miss lunch.

After lunch we went back upstairs where I was re-gagged and my arms were restrained, this time at the forearm so i had some slight freedom with my gloved hands. This would allow my red rubber hands to extend through the arm slits in my burqa so i could grasp items while shopping. then we went back downstairs to begin our shopping excursion. Sir had arranged a limo and driver for the day so we did not have to worry with taxis. I must say that London cabs are MUCH MUCH easier to get into when veiled in a flowing burqa than Irish cabs. I feel sympathy for muslimahs dedicated to full veiling here in Ireland if they have to use taxis. We went to Henry Street and walked up and down shopping.

I have more to tell of our shopping excursion, our visit to Dundrum Town Centre, and Sunday in Dublin, but must close now. i shall post more later.

Regards
Lady

What a Storm

2006-12-04T16:14:00.000-08:00

The last few days here in Ireland have been incredibly stormy. Here where we live, gale force winds have pounded the island for hours and hours on end.

Saturday was rainy and windy, but tolerable as we went about some Christmas Shopping, but Sunday was incredible. from about 10pm Saturday until midnight Sunday the wind was near 60 mph at all times. There was no possibility of going out except for a few short moments when Sir led me out, bound and sealed in four layers of rubber onto our balcony and posed me, like some ship's figurehead, facing into the wind.

Fortunately, I was sealed in two helmets, two catsuits, corset, gloves, boots and a tight ankle length hobble dress. When he first took me out and bound me to a pole on the balcony I was able to see, but shortly after that he covered me with a third hood with no eyes or mouth and I was blind for the next period of bondage. He left me like that for a time, the cold seeping into my rubbered body as the wind buffetted me with a tremendous force...very scary, but exhilarating and exciting too.

Then I felt him drape my burqa over my head, pull the hood so very tight insuring the gag already filling my mouth went deeper into my throat. Finally, the posture collar held my face at an angle directly into the wind and the burqa fell over my face and breasts and began its wild fluttering.

All of this was, I must admit, sufficient to arouse me to climax after 15 or 20 minutes. At first I was cold and unhappy, then I began to feel warmer and warmer and realize the loose burqa was creating an airspace around me. Sir was using a patio heater as well to help offset the cold although the actual temperature was only down to fifty.

I could not see, speak, or hear anything except the roar of wind and rain pelting the rubber engulfing me. Breathing was not a problem as my tubes led away to an air bottle which provided calm air, but no sound could penetrate my rubber except that of the elements.

It felt as though I had taken flight and was tethered to a mast, a giant rubber kite tossed by the wind. It was about this time I experienced my first explosion of sexual pleasure from this new ordeal.

Sir let me remain for about 30 mnutes of such torture before bringing me inside. He left me sealed for another long time like that and even took me out again after having first encased me for a time in our vac bed, fully sealed as I was.

There was something chaotic and primal about his play yesterday, leaving me with no doubt as to my status as object for his enjoyment and experimentation. I do not believe he spoke to me for over ten hours as he manipulated me and controlled me and sacrificed me to the elements of nature and of his passion over and over again.

What a wonderful weekend

Lady

November is a cold month

2006-11-18T23:33:00.000-08:00

The temperature has finally dropped here. We've had frezzing rain, hail, sleet and wind...LOTS of wind.

thsi has meant, of course, that I can wear several layers of latex when I get dressed now. I have returned to my full body enclosure suits in transparent latex, covered by rubber undergarments such as my corset and stockings, second hood and gloves. Then a long full dress with long sleeves and finally, if going out, a burqa in black red or white.

In other words, it is wonderful to have the temeratures so low and the weather so wonderfully foul :)

Sir has been very attentive lately, pulling my corsets excedingly tight, pulling my gloves on up to my shoulders and particularly inserting gags and pulling hoods over my head and face most gently and tenderly.

It is such an arousing sensation to have him slowly wrap me in a stiff corset that extends from neck to knees, lacing it and pulling it tighter an tighter while whispering in my ear that I CAN endure its fullest embrace. Then to pull a soft full face hood over me, with nose tubes wrapping around to the rear and no mouth hole so the perviously inserted inflatable gag has no place to go. These are such incredible sensations...and then to spend the day or an evening or even all night in such wonderful encasement and enclosure is almost more than I can bear.

We were in the US last week for aabout 10 days and visitied our friends in Atlanta. We were delightfully treated and I had the enjoyment of spending two full days in exceedingly tight rubber bondage and restraint while being a play toy for Annemarie and Kermit. All five if us spent the entire three day visit in total latex, never removing suits or or hoods and hteir maid an di were gagged the entire time as well. It was most difficult to endure and most satisfying to have done so...as if I had any real choice.

We WERE quite rank after 72 hours of enclosure with no chance to wash or air out, but had a lovely group bath later in their hot tub to rinse and wash all the accumulated sweat and sludge off.

Then i went back into full enclosure to fly on to DFW for a few days...but I was able to wear street clothes under my burqa while there.

We are off to London for a few days next month to shop then our son will visit us here for Christmas. we are looking forward to seeing he and his girlfriend again.

Well that is all for now. I look forward to your comments as usual, and I am glad to have received so many compliments on the new template.

regards
Lady

Back in the USA

2006-11-04T08:34:00.000-08:00

Well, here we are, back in the USA for a week or so. Sir has business to attend to and brought me along again for the fun of it. We are in Orlando just now, then a short trip to Atlanta and finally a few days in Dallas to take care of some business around our house there.

It will be good to see the house again. I do miss it, even though we have a lovely one in Ireland now as well.

The weather here in Orlando is gorgeous, about 65 degrees and a light breeze under blue skies. I always love this part of the world during November.

I am not sure what we'll be doing...perhaps some Disney wandering, perhaps some dining in downtown Disney or downtown Orlando. We shall see.

In Atlanta we plan on meeting our friends Kermit and Annemarie whom we have not seen simce we left the Bay Area. They have relocated to Atlanta after their home in New Orleans was destroyed by Katrina. They still spend most of their time in Vienna but have just finished building a new home in Atlanta, which we shall see for the first time. Annemarie tells me it has a "wonderfully kinky" playroom (her description) which I am looking forward to.

Have no fear, dear readers, I shall describe it, and my experiences in it, in great detail in the days to come.

I suppose that is all for now. I believe we are aboout to venture out to lunch in a little bit, so I shall write again soon.

Regards
Lady

A Nice Holiday Weekend

2006-10-31T13:52:00.000-08:00

We had a very nice quiet weekend here. I had some time to chat with online friends and spend some time with Sir. we wnet up north for a day, exploring new parts of Ireland. The weather was not conducive to siteseeing exactly; it was windy and rainy and cold, but the scenery was beautiful and there is nothing better for such weather than multiple layers of latex.

I was actually quite comfortable in a whole body catsuit (one of my thin transparent ones), a corset,and stockings, then a dress, gloves, and boots all under a burqa. I was in the white burqa, silenced by the hood, for the entire day we were out and never felt the cold.

Some people have taken me to task saying that rubber does not insulate well, but let me say that when you are wearing three layers of all encompassing latex, and you have air space under them as i do under the burqa, then they become quite warm, particularly when you are walking around in them even in a windy, cold rain.

We wandered a bit seeing some old churches and a castle. (a side comment here: A badly decomposed body was just found hanging from a tree not 50 yards from the main road leading to a popular castle near us. It is a castle Sir and I visited just a couple of weeks ago. My skin crawls to think how close we passed to this poor person's body as we drove and walked about the castle grounds).

The buildings and towns up north were quite interesting. We had several people show a considerable amount of interest in a silent, white rubbered burqa'd woman. We saw several muslim women in one town (Ireland's muslim population has risen 500% in the last few years, I am told). They were quite interested in me as well, but did not approach. These were mostly women wearing hijab, but with a few niqabis in their number.

Yesterday we spent most of the day at home, with just a few hours out shopping. I was in my red burqa most of the day and then wore it again today. I still wear the black one from time to time, but do not find it as enjoyable as the red and white ones. I do not know when my blue one will be ready...I hope Sir has ordered it, but he won't tell me.

Today i spent the day at home, but went out later in the afternoon. Sir had flown to Dublin for the day and he wanted me to meet him at the airport when he returned this evening. Since I was on my own and needed to catch a cab, i did not wear a complete gag under my burqa, just a black open faced hood that has a lower half that covers my nose and mouth. It keeps me from talking, but I can pull it down when I have to speak and it still fits well.

I spent the afternoon in an internet cafe, sipping espresso and chatting with friends online, then cauht a cab to th eairport. There I met sir as he returned from Dublin and we went out to the parking lot where he had parked his car this morning.

let me tell you, a woman in a bright red burqa gets quite a lot of stares at the tiny little airport here. I also garnered a fair amount of attention from a pair of ladies in the cafe. They could not take their eyes off me and kept looking at me as I typed on the computer with my red gloved hands, emerging from the arm slits. The dress I wore was black, but I wore red elbow length gloves over the sleeves so they would match the burqa when I used my hands.

So that was the long weekend and today (Tuesday). Very restful and fun. I hope everyone else had as nice a weekend.

regards
Lady

Impressions in Latex

2006-10-01T15:54:00.000-07:00

The smooth folds of my dress engulf me and enfold me in a soft latex embrace. The black, full length dress floats around me as I twirl in front of my mirror.

Next, the gloves...I pull elbow length gloves up my arms and under the sleeves of my dress. \they are very tight and i stare at the black shiny hands as I flex my fingers.

After that, my boots...knee high with slender heels 4 inches tall. the rubber they are made from is shiny and slick, thicker than my dress rubber.

Lastly, my hood. I pull it on, its wide, open eyes and mouth fitting nicely over my face and lips. I reach back to zip it down, but suddenly I feel sir's hands pulling the edges of the hood together and zipping tightly into my soft black headgear.

Finally, we are ready to depart. This means I have to put the white burqa with its integrated hood on. First I turn the burqa inside out, revealing the hood. then i put it over my black hood and smooth it into place. The perforated eyes fall into place, the nose holes line up with the ones in the inner hood and the closed mouth area slips into place over my lips, covering them in tight white latex.

Sir drapes the bulk of the burqa over my face and begins to pull the edges of the zio together. He slowly slodes the zipper down from the crown of the hood to its base. The tightness of the hood over my mouth is astounding. It surprises me everytime i wear it. It will settle in just a little while and be most comfortable, but I am always amazed at how effective a gag just a thin piece of latex stretched over my mouth is.

I lift and drape the burqa over my head, positioning its perforated panel over my hood's eyes. I can see and I check that I can breathe comfrotably, then signal to Sir that I am ready.

As we walk out of the house, I catch site of myself in our hallway mirror. The soft white folds of my burqa swirl as I turn and the mesh over my face adds mystery to the look. I feel my gloved hands and the press of hoods aainst my face and know that i am safe and secure, submissive and obedient...and happy.

here are a couple of new pictures since everyone wanted to see the inside hood.

regards
Lady

The Pope's Speech

2006-09-16T15:30:00.000-07:00

J in San Jose has commented below with the link to the pope's actual speech. it is

http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2006/september/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20060912_university-regensburg_en.html

As J says, it is quite academic although very readable, and discusses the role of reason in faith. The reference to the byzantine emperor was, indeed, merely hisorical and taken completely out of context by the press and presumably by others who used the quote to start a controversy.

This is a fine example of the dangers of a non-analytical, attention deficit press who are more interested in finding and reporting a controversy than in educaing and informing the public. Nowhere have I heard any coverage of WHO first took umbrage at the statement, HOW it propogated from the pope's presentation to the world outside the university, whether there was a a deliberate desire to fan flames of controversy or if it was accidentally misunderstood by someone, etc, etc...in effect, the press has completely abdicated itself worldwide of any responsibility for informing the public of the underlying reality and has decided, rather, to merely pander to the controversy by 'truthfully' mentioning that there is a controversy.

I recommend everyone read the speech...I do NOT agree with much of it, but it is informative about Benedict's mindset and can provide insights into what we can expect from the Vatican over the next few years.

This question of reason and faith should be examined by religious leaders of all faiths and specific statements about its validity made. If reason is considered anathema to faith by a particular religion then just knowing this can aid in attempts to communicate and coexist even though the points of view may be divergent.

regards
Lady

Day to Day

2006-09-16T02:14:00.000-07:00

Nothing too amazing to report this month. We went out to the far west of Ireland into the Connemara region last week. Beautiful mountains and very rocky shores.

Had a nice experience in the town of Castlebar where I met a very nice woman in a shop and we talked for about twenty minutes. I have had no problems with being covered in public. The woman I was talking with thought my red rubber burqa was quite nice and very useful in thewindy wet weather we had that day.

I am a bit concerned right now over these reports about the Pope's comments. I suspect the actual event has been completely misrepresented by the news media since I have been unable to gather the context in which he quoted a 14th century emperor.

The news media, even when carefully told what the speech was about, insisted on using the most negative terms and connotations without ever delving into the actual text of the speech beyond the one quote.

I would say, of course, that without more information it is impossible to understand what he was trying to convey.

Today we are off to do a bit of shopping and siteseeing at some nearby museums, then a movie later I will wear my white burqaa with the hood and be silent for the day. Sir does not expect any issues from the current tension. The people here in Ireland are quite rational and very accepting.

The white burqa is becoming my favorite. The sensuous feel of having the hood pulled tight across my face, zipped shut and then locked on with a collar (something new he has started recently) is just amazing. Then, when he drapes the burqa over me, cutting my vision even further, I shiver in excitement.

I've worn my black burqa a bit, but frankly it has become less my favorite over time. Sir is talking about having a blue one made now with a straightjacket leotard built in. \this would have a hood and body suit through the crotch along with arms that were wrapped around and bound in back to provide full restriction. I can only imagine what wandering around in such a garment will feel like.

The rest of our latex lifestyle continues. When at home I am wearing rubber all the time as is Sir. he has taken to wearing a full catsuit under his street clothes most of the time. At home he is wearing his 'alien' suit as I call it quite often as well.

So, we are settled in our new life and I am having plenty of fun while we afre here. I shall write again later and hope everyone is well.

regards
Lady

A month in Ireland

2006-08-03T16:29:00.000-07:00

We have finished out first month in Ireland and I must say it has been wonderful.

Nothing very noteworthy has occurred. We have not had a chance to do much siteseeing yet. I have wanderd around our village and gone into the city centre a few times. Mostly, however, I have been busy unpacking our goods (which only arrived a few days ago) and setting up the new house.

Sir has not decided to buy property here yet, so we are leasing a large 4 bedroom house. It is a bit smaller than we are used to, but we judiciously chose to store many of our books and collectibles.

Finally, after many requests, here is a snapshot of me in my newest white burqa. It has an internal hood that zips very tightly around my face and head. The hood has perforations for each eye, and no mouth hole. Wearing it is an intense exoperience because the hood is very tight against my face, I am completely silenced (even if Sir has not inserted a gag in my mouth) and trying to see things through the double perforations is difficult to say the least.

Below is a shot of what the hood attached to the top of theburqa looks like.
Everything appears sort of fuzzy and hazy when i wear this one. The two layers of perforations in front of my eyes make things seem unreal and soft around the edges.

I shall write more later.

Regards
Lady

A Busy Month

2006-07-08T21:36:00.000-07:00

My apologies for taking so long to write here again. It has been a most busy month or so.

Sir has started his new company and, in the intervening time, we have migrated to Ireland as I mentioned in earlier posts.

It is quite lovely here. Very cool and windy and rainy much of the time, but when the sun comes out we have lovely afternoons. We are learning our way around and seeking a new house to purchase.

Last night we visited one of Sir's investors at a dinner party he gave. I was allowed to speak and to actually remove my burqa when we visited his home. I had worn my white burqa with its builtin hood while we were out, so i was silenced on the way there, but i took it off once we were in the house.

These investors were mostly people we had already met on previous trips and they were familiar with my particular dress habits.

Getting ready for the party had been most enjoyable. I decided that a long slinky black dinner dress would be most appropriate. I wore it over a grey transparent skinsuit with an open faced hood attached as well as the usual gloves and feet.

Over that I wore a corset in black latex with it laced comfortably. Sir laced me in as he has been doing, but for some reason last night the sensations were heightened. Feeling the rubber tighten slowly over my latex skinsuit was somehoe more erotic and compelling this night.

I pulled the dress on over all this and it fits wonderfully. ankle length and straight all the way down, it is a bit different from my usual loose skirted dresses. Very formal looking which is how Sir said everyone would be dressed. I pulled on a second pair of gloves as well which went nicely under the 3/4 length sleeves of the dress.

Although I was going to remain open faced, I had intended to pull on a second, black hood that would have covered my transparent hood. This was open faced as well, but matches the dress nicely and provides a hat like effect. I have never really cared for the look of hair plastered under the transparent hoods so I tend to cover it even though mine is very short.

Sir however, nixed that idea and had me slick my thin, short blond hair back tightly before putting the transparent skinsuit hood on. I must say that, perfectly laid flat and seerely slicked first, it looked quite nice all evening under my hood.

As we were leaving I put on the white burqa with its internal hood. This hood has perforations at the eyes and no mouthhole so I am silenced while wearing it.

The hood zips in back which means I pull it on with the burqa thrown over my back. It is very heavy feeling and i adjust it carefully, then Sir reached up under the folds of white latex and zipped it shut. The sense of it tightenting agains my face is always wonderfully powerful, but this night it was even more so.

Perhaps the fact that the burqa's hood was touching my face for the first time was why it felt so sensuous and stimulating. When Sir tossed the front of the burqa over my hood and I straightened it, making sure the perforations in the hood and the perforated panel in the burqa lined up to provide as much vision as possible. For some reason the action was more erotic than i usually find it. A distinct frisson of sexual arousal and anticipation flooded over me as Sir helped me straighten the burqa.

Our trip to the dinner party was quiet and uneventful, but I was growing more excited all the time. I was quietly aroused the entire evening. Sir took care of that later when we got back home, but I swear, putting my burqa back on as we were leaving was nearly orgasmic!

Well, that'senough for now. I just wanted to let everyone know that we are both well and living in Ireland now. Sir's business is shaping up quickly and we are settling in quite well.

I shall write more later

Regards
Lady

Things Getting Back to Normal

2006-05-27T19:23:00.000-07:00

Today we seem to be getting back to normal. Sir is feeling much better, has more energy and his vitals are back to normal. He is still a bit weak and tires quickly as we walk around, but that improves everytime we go out.

Today we went out looking at new sewing machines for me, did some shopping and started thinking about our upcoming move to Ireland. We need to start planning it in earnest soon. We will be going over there again soon to look at living accomodations. We must decide what to do about our home here as well.

We also went to see the new X-Men movie which was enjoyable for its costumes, but I found the story a bit weak. It was nice to see Famke Jansenn in her red dress, but she almost had no lines. The young actress Ellen Page as Kitty Pryde did a wonderful job and truly caught the essence of the character.

We are off on travels again next week...Sir has some business and he is bringing me along. I shall be with him in the capacity of his private rubber nurse, I suppose :-)

Take care everyone (and thank you for all the nice thoughts during Sir's illness)

Regards
Lady

Pneumonia

2006-05-17T13:26:00.000-07:00

What a couple of weeks!
As soon as we returned from Ireland, Sir came down with pneumonia and spent a week in hospital. It was most distressing. However, he is better now, although still recovering somewhat. He's weak and tires easily.

So it has been a slow fortnight. First he was in hospital and I was spending a great deal of time at the hospital, then when he came home, he has been resting and I have been playing nursemaid.

Ok, so there HAS been a bit of fun in the past week, playing nursemaid..:-)

Aside from that, Sir has received his new priest's cassock in long black latex. I love the way it looks on him and he's been wearing it this past week as a robe while resting. I've been tending him mostly in my nun's habit.

We have not been out much, but I did get a few comments on my latex dresses when I visited Sir in hospital. I typically wore an ankle length loose fitting dress, stockings, and gloves. Of course I corseted, but I did not cover my face or wear my burqa because that would have probably caused too much consternation for the nurses.

Overall, the nurses were too shy to ask me much about my clothing, but a couple asked what it was made of and commented that it looked nice. I wore white, red, and black on different days.

So we are slowly getting back to normal. Sir is feeling better and breathing easier. We're not sure WHY he contracted pneumonia so suddenly...I had no problems at all, but I was covered in my burqa and hood as we flew back. Perhaps he contracted something on the plane.

Take care everyone
Lady

Visiting Ireland again

2006-04-27T02:12:00.000-07:00

Well, we are back in Ireland. We were last here in November. Sir has more business and has brought me along for a holiday.

Went out yesterday in the cool blustery wind and did a bit of shopping and siteseeing.

Much more pleasant weather today. Yesterday reminded me more of San Jose.

Not much else going on. Sir has given me a new white burqa with a full face hood built into the inside. The hood has no mouth and the eyes are covered with perforated latex. This means it obscures my vision because i have to look through two layers of perforations. That is actually ok...it si very snug and comfortable.

All else is fine.

I shall write again soon about our furhter Irish adventures

regards
Lady

Finally a Little Peace

2006-04-07T16:08:00.000-07:00

It has been a very hectic and sad couple of weeks but I am finally feeling better now.

First, we heard of the death of a friend of ours in the UK. It was most tragic and unexpected.

On top of that I have been busy with household things and some writing and have not written here for a while. However, things are much better now. I was truly distracted after hearing about our friend, but I am getting my equilibrium back.

Went out yeasterday and had lunch with a colleague. I am considering a return to teaching since I do not have to be completely sealed in latex anymore. That is all startng to take shape. However, I find I still WANT to be covered in public and truly do not feel comfortable on those few occassions when I have ventured out with my head and face uncovered.

For the record, that is still the ONLY part of me that is ever not rubber covered when I go out...and the last time I went out with an uncovered head was in February.

Of course the weather has helped here in the bay area. It has been raining almost non stop throughout March which makes it perfect for rubber burqa wear!

I also had to deal with Sir being gone for a few days and that has always made me restless, particularly since maid is gone. BTW, maid is doing very well and we are expecting to visit her and her partner/mistress sometime this summer.

But the past two days I have spent chatting with friends over the net, wrapped in my dress and hood and burqa all in a wonderful sense of comfort and protection.

Sir and I are getting back to normal after a very busy time. I hope to be writing here again soon. It has been lovely the past two days talking to friends. I hope those of you who were online with me had an enjoyable time too. I truly love chatting and camming with you when I am allowed to do so.

Regards
Lady

An Interesting Evening

2006-03-13T17:28:00.000-08:00

I do not usually discuss Sir's and my sexual practices here. I do not have any desire to describe in explicit terms the sexual adventures Sir and I get up to. Suffice it to say they are very enjoyable, rather more involved than missionary, and deeply latex centric.

This log is more about my internal feelings and a look at my day to day life living in latex. However, the other night I had such an intriguing evening which I can discuss in non-explicit terms that I thought i would share. The most intriguing aspect of the evening turned out to be the very lack of anything to writehome about (or blog about).

As a submissive I no longer think in terms of what sexual practices please me. I have almost completely sublimated such reactions into thinking about what pleases Sir. Pleasing HIM pleases me. Fortunately for me, usually, Sir gains pleasure by making me feel pleasure. It is a symbiotic relationship in many ways.

I often refer to the fact that Sir uses me in one way or another for his gratification. As my particular fetish is to be oibjectified, please understand that nothing pleases me more than for him to do this. It is deeply comforting and highly arousing for him to manipulate me in a physical manner as though I were a toy.

Sir has, for many years, preferred oral gratification to genital. That is, he enjoys using my mouth and I find it a wonderful way to be used. But, as usual with Sir, there is a twist.

The other night, as on many other evenings, he came home and found me in a long black rubber dress, corset, boots, gloves, and hood. Sir wen tupstairs to change into some latex for dinner and came down a while later in the catsuit he had worn under his street clothes that day.

I made dinner for us (really miss maid sometiems!) and set it out on the table. However, just as I called him to the table, he came in and put a second hood over my face. This one has no eyeholes, and has a condom sheath that goes in my mouth. He also slipped a rubber armbinder over my arms behind my back and placed an ankle binder around my boots.

He led me over to his chair at the end of the table and had me kneel beside it. A short chain passed from the tip of the armbinder to the ankle binder.

I knew what this meant. He does this from time to time and it always means that he will be using me from time to time over the course of dinner and the rest of the evening to satisfy his sexual needs. By using my mouth which is filled with a rubber sheath, I am made to be his toy, his object, his rubber doll, but I myself and denied even the fleeting gratification of tasting him.

It is hard to explain just how incredibly erotic and arousing I find this. The overwhelming sense of losing my identity, losing control over my body, losing control over my emotions and even my sexuality is explosively exciting and arousing. And, feeling him satisfy himself is quite capable of prompting a climax in me when I have successfully migrated to the headspace that such objectification typically sends me to.

But this night Sir did not use me. He knelt me beside his chair, and, as far as I could tell, ate the dinner I had prepared with gusto. Usually, he would stop sometime during the meal and unzip his suit and utilize me. However, that evening he never touched me, not even to pat my head as he often does.

After his dinner, he moved me into our TV viewing room and knelt me in my usual place next to his chair. Again, I usually am placed facing him so that, as he relaxes, watching a movie, he can use me at a moment's notice. It is not unusual for me to remain like this, rubbered, blinded, silenced, chained, disposable to his whims and urges, for an entire evening, serving as a receptacle to his lust and urges several times through the evening.

On this ocassion however, he did nothing. For the entire evening (over 6 hours I later learned), he never once touched my rubbered body, never gratified himself, never acknowledged my existence.

At the end of his evening of TV, he turned off the set (I could hear it click off when the sound died) then, as far as I could tell, left the room.

I did not know whether to be devastated or overjoyed. I was so confused. On the one hand he had not touched me, had almost acted as if I had displeased him. I had taken a mental inventory of my dress and demeanor several times since he bound me, but I was certain I had not dressed inappropriately. No skin was showing, my corset was tight, my boots high, my gloves in perfect order (a split glove is a VERY bad offense in our household).

On the other hand, he had treated me as the ultimate object; one he simply owned but felt no interest in, did not have any use for that night. There was such an aspect of total abnegation of my being that I found myself breathing fast and hard when I consodered what I must look like to him. I was an end table, a small decoration, a nothing.

I knelt there, vacillating between elation and despair, between fear I would be left there until I died of thirst and excitement at having been transofrmed into the objectified creation I wished.

I do not know how long I kenlt there...five minutes, and hour, two...I simply have no idea. But at some point, I suddenly felt Sir's rubber gloved hands reach around me from behind and squeeze my breasts and nipples (which were quite hard at that moment).

I absolutely exploded. The climax I achieved in that moment was among the strongest in my life. I tried to scream, but the rubber sheath in my mouth prevented evena good scream as I felt my whole rubbered body flowing with hot lust and the followon explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed...After kneeling for hours it was too much to bear and I felt all my muscles go limp with quivering delight. I vaguely recall starting to keel over to my left, then nothing.

I slowly cames awake and discovered myself, still encased, gagged, booted, gloved, bound, and very stiff. I laid there, unmoving. I still could not see, and I felt the post-coital lassitude but I had a sense I had been there for a while. Then, I heard and felt Sir come in, and he sat me upright, un fashioned the chain and the binders. He stood e up on very wobbly legs and undid my condom hood. I was quivering again to feel his hands on me, hoping he would finally use me, but all he did was remove the hood.

I blinked my eyes as they adjusted to light. He did not say a word, but led me out of the home theater room and I was astounded...there was daylight coming in the windows. I had been in there all night long.

Sir took me upstairs, undressed me, and put me to bed again in our bed under the latex sheets and comforter. I drfited back to sleep and didn't wake up until after noon.

What an incredible evening. No psychotropic drug could be more dramatic in its effects.

Regards
Lady

Quiet Days

2006-03-10T10:57:00.000-08:00

Nothing much has been happening. Sir is travellign an I travelled with him a bit recently. Different and somewhat disconcerting to travel without the burqa on. I think I may continue to wear it in public. sir says that's OK, if I wish. I was out yesterday and the day before fully covered with it.

I find not wearing a hood when I am outside feels weird. My hair is growing back excellently, although I shall keep it short..I have something in common with Ms Portland, I suppose...saw her picture on Vogue yesterday and thought, "oh yes, I KNOW how that feels"

Had a chance to chat with maid last week. Her new partner is very strict with her time and she does not have much freedom of choice about her life now. She's loving it. She said her partner is very structured and organized and it is her duty to help maintain the organized lifestyle. She's in heaven, I think !

Might be visiting my sister and parents later next month ... and they want me to be there for Easter. That could be fun.

Well, I am off to get lunch. I'm wearing all black today as it is cold and wet here. A simple corset, stockings, dress, gloves, and hood under my black burqa

Take care everyone
Lady

Adjusting to Air

2006-02-27T10:47:00.000-08:00

That seems a bit pretentious title, but this marks about 2 full weeks now that I have been unencased. I am pretty much fully adjusted to being touched by air, fabric, and people.

My days and my habits have changed littel. Today we are travelling and I am at the airport in a long white dress like I used to wear. I still enjoy wearing the burqa in public, but am no longer ordered to do so by Sir.

Sir loaned several of his latex hoods and outfits along with some of mine to apriest who was lecturing at a seminary. The idea was to shake the seminarian's world view a bit and make sure they understood that people with alternative lifestyles are just a sspiritual, and just as much deserving of their acceptance and tolerance as anyone. He reported to Sir that the presentation he made (in Sir's elaborate ALIEN suit) was quite successful

All else is well. We were hoping to make the SF Fetish Fair this year, but I think we will be out of town. Sir continues to travel a lot and I shall probably be doing a lot myself.

Now that I am unhooded and unencased, I have begun to think about going back into teaching. I had a chat with my friend about it and she encouraged me to find a university that would be interested. It would be nice. More to follow.

I think that's all for the moment...for the trackers, today i am in all white stockings, corset, and gloves under my white long sleeved full skirted dress ... no hood or gag.

Regards
Lady

Day 1 -- Unencased

2006-02-15T15:14:00.000-08:00

Today is my first day in 13 and a half months to be spent uneclosed and unencased in latex. And it is weird. I have not felt air move across my face nor the feeling of a porcelain sink, a granite countertop, a wooden spoon, or a leather chair under my hand in over a year.

I find myself running my hands over things I have not had true contact with in a year. These include Sir's face and the sensation is...disturbing.

Not unpleasant...but the sensation is SO very different from my experience over the past 13 months. not the smooth, muted slickness of my rubbered hands touching his face, or his mask. Not the sensation of soft rubber under my fingers. Not the sensation of being separate from everything, protected and isolated in a smooth integuement of rubber.

I actually find it a bit painful when I feel the wind on my face through the open window. My skin on my cheeks is hypersensitive and tender. BUt I suppose that will pass.

I miss being covered head to toe. I dressed in lovely smoky grey transparent stockings, latex panties and corset (I have not worn panties for a year...the skinsuits served) and my favorite blak rubber dress. Sir wanted me to not wear gloves or a hood today around the house. He wants me to get used to being unrubbered.

The weirdest feeling so far is the breeze moving over my head. My hair has not been trimmed in almost two weeks (since he decided to cease the total enclosure) so I have a bit of fuzz on my head. The feel of his hands holding my naked head and running over my head stubble is bizarre.

Went out for a little this evening. I will still wear my burqa at least for a while. It is comfortable and covered my baldness. But it felt odd having it over my face directly, not covering a hood or two. I was allowed to wear my gloves, of course, but then had to remove them when we got home.

Tonight, Sir says I can not sleep in my vac bed because he has to sleep too. But he says I can sleep in my lavender rubber nightgown at least.

Regards
Lady

The experiment is ending

2006-02-12T17:34:00.000-08:00

Well, 13 months and 2 weeks after I first encased myself totally in latex 24/7. the experiment, the project, the protocol, whatever we decide to call it, is coming to an end.

Sir has decided that it is just too difficult for me to continue the regimen without maid's help. And neither of us are looking to replace our dear friend and love just yet.

I tried to continue for the past 2 weeks since she left, but there is just too many parts to the regimen that I need help with. From cleaning skinsuits, to making sure I am dry and lotioned properly, to corsetting and dressing it is a lot. Of course I do it when we travel but in those cases I have Sir to help me.These past two weeks have just become too time consuming a burden

And I let myself stay wet on my back and had a slight rash develop. Sir decided then tht it is time relax the 24/7 regiemen.

Now, this does not mean I will not be in rubber most of the time. I will still wear latex dresses, gloves, hoods, my corsets and my burqa. I shall even wear my skinsuits much of the time, but, like most fetishists, I shall take everything off and shall not try to maintain total enclosure, particularly over my face.

I shall blog here to let everyone know how the re-entry into the world goes. And Sir has said that it is quite acceptable for me to veil in public in my burqa if I wish. I think I shall continue to do that. I hae grown quite accustomed to viewing the world from behind my perforated screens and feeling the gentle weight of rustling rubber swirling around me as I walk.

Speaking of which, I wish to describe a bit more about my own reactions and feelings to enclosure. I realize, I have not delved too deeply into the physical sensations I experience while sealed.

I was thinking about this today as we walked around the mall shopping. Perhaps because I will soon no longer be experiencing it all the time, I was sensitive to that gentle 'plick, plick' sensation of the latex skinsuit moving against my skin as I walked. I became very aware of the sensations of latex rubbing between my thighs and along my back and the back of my knees.

There is that subtle, constant, restriction and resistance that tells me I am slave to the rubber, that I am constrained and restrained and encased and stimulated. The sesnation of my gloves holding myhands in their tight embrace, the feel of the gag in my mouth and the4 tightness of my hood against my face.

There is that sensation, known to those who wear catsuits, of a bit of air trravelling up the leg over the buttocks and on up the back. There is an occassional sound asdn the faint whiff of latex.

Certainly no one could hear any of the squelching of my skinsuit, corset, black dress or gloves in the noise of the mall. But I could hear it all under the burqa and the sounds of it made a sort of ambient music as I wandered the busy corridors of shops and shoppers.

The feelings of latex gliding over me, whether at the mall beneath my burqa, a home beneath my dresses or in bed benath my sheets always arouses and excites me. There is, of course, a sexual component to that, but more, thee is an anticipation of the great 'drifting off' sensation that I get when latex finally swallows me from my feet to my chin, then my face, then my whole head. I suspect that only those of us into total enclosure can really understand this sensation of surrendering our identities to the rubber as it seems to crawl all over us and we wish it could flow into our orifices and slide down our throats.

I shall still enjoy these sensations, of course. But after tomorrow, they will once again become special occassions, not everyday ones.

Regards
Lady

Maid Takes Flight

2006-01-31T23:33:00.000-08:00

Well, we put maid on a plane today to her new partner and lover. I miss her terribly already, but I am very happy for her to have found her true love. They are going to live together, then, later, they will have a bonding ceremony...perhaps someday a formal weding.

Many have asked...maid's new lover IS into rubber and IS a domme. But she is not as intense as Sir and I and maid indicates she will not be a full time maid or even a full time sub as she has been for us. Theirs will most likely be a much more 'traditional' D/s lifestyle :-)

I cried on the way, cried at the airport, and cried on the way back to our house. Then spent most of the day im'ing with friends. I told Sir I wanted to be allowed to stay in my burqa all day and he said yes...It's a very nice garment to hide from the world in.

Well, tomorrow I must get up and bathe and dress myself, make sure I have a clean skinsuit and am very dry and properly lotioned. I do this in hotels sometimes, but now I have the future to look forward to without her to help, without her to love.

Damn, I thought I was through crying.

Regards
Lady

A Big Change

2006-01-21T20:21:00.000-08:00

We have had a major announcement in our rubber household.

Maid is leaving us. She has met a girl and is leaving us to be with her. I am devastaed and elated at the same time. When she went home at Thanksgiving she met this young lady, about the same age as she is, and they have been corresponding a lot since. When she went back recently to see her family, they hooked up aagin and she has just told us she wants to leave our service and be with this young lady.

I gather that this new lover is interested in fetish and is dominant and maid has fallen in love with her and wants to serve her, but also wants to share their lives together.

So, at the end of this month she is moving out. I have been crying and hugging her for two days since she told us. Crying because I will miss her and her wonderful style and sense of humor. Hugging her because I am very very happy she has found someone. I guess I always knew she could not stay with us forever. She has been with us almost three years now and has been a wonderful maid

Of course, those of you who read this blog regularly knw that she has also been a member of the family too. She and I have had a wonderful loving relationship and she is deeply submissive to me and to my needs.

I do not know what we will do without her, but I guess we will find out.

I have to go cry some more now...and you know what it is lke to have the sniffles in a full face hood.

Regards
Lady

Wonderful Weekend in San Francisco

2006-01-14T18:04:00.000-08:00

I apologize for having failed to make an entry over the last couple of weeks. I have been rather busy and involved over the past 2 weeks.

first, let me thank everyone for the lovely comments to my last post. The comments and encouragements were delighttful.

Sir and I have just returned from a few days in San Francisco which was fun. We went up there to let him attend a business meeting mid week, then to attend a party with some friends.

In particular, the last couple of days we have spent wandering the streets of San Francisco (A very fun old TV show ...Michael DOuglas' forst) shopping and siteseeing. Today we went to the new de Young museum (a disappointment) and spent time in art and photography galleries.

The weather was fine until late last night when we were returning from our firends' house in Pacific Heights. The rain was actually quite nice for being covered in a latex burqa.

We visited our friends and I was subjected to a wonderful session by the very dominant woman we visited. She had me selaed in an inflatable bag, suspended form her ceiling, able to see bu tnot speak as she severely dominated two male slaves in total latex enclosure. She did some very heavy things to them (and to me for that matter) and Sir, enjoyed himself watching, and participating.

It was a lovely time.

Maid has been away for the last week visiting her family. She asked for the opportunity to do so andwe allowed it. However, I am misisng her incredibly. The little trip to SF was a wonderful distraction although bathing and dressing by myself in our hotel suite was a challenge.

Things should get back to normal this next week.

My encasement remains total and the friends we visited were very impressed with Sir's training of me. Of course I was subjected to her commands and attentions as she felt were best, but I have to say that watching how she dommed her two male slaves (one her hsuband) while I was immobilized, silenced and with my breathing controlled was amazingly exciting. Sir agreed and he stood behind me while I was supended, whipping me through the bag and watcing what she did to her males.

While we were in SF, we also had the enjoyment of meeting a very nice young lady at the hotel bar. She was dressed in beautiful red rubber...a corsage dress, tight around her bust and down to just above the knee. We chatted and shared a drink. She was just waiting for her boyfriend after work. She was a little tentative about my burqa, but I was ungagged and was able to join in the chat.

So 'street rubber' is coming...slowly, but surely.

Regards
Lady

New Years Day and A Year in Latex Enclosure

2006-01-01T17:48:00.000-08:00

Well, it is Jan 1, 2006 and I have now been fully encased in latex, 23/7, head to toe, for one full year. I never really expected to make it this long. I thought that some skin problem would develop, or I would become unable to remain rubbered, or Sir would lose interest in me as a rubber enclosed sub. However, the opposite has emerged as the truth.

I wrote a few weeks ago that I thought I would want ever more extreme bondage and restriction, more encasement and deeper dissolution into the latex. Well, while I willalways want those things from time to time as my desires and needs fluctuate, I think I have now found precisely the level of total submission to the discipline of latex and to my Sir.

I certainly look forward to days spent in total immobilization, bodily functions controlled and managed by others such as Sir and maid, but for day to day life, I am happy with the skinsuits, catsuit, hood, gloves, corset, and boots covered by dress and maybe a neck corset, then the burqa to protect me from prying eyes when in public.

Sir seems to agree. He has explained to me today that I will continue my usual protocol for the time being. He understands and agrees with my desires for more extreme restriction, encasement, breath and bodily function surrender, and assures me that I will be allowed to experience and endure such extreme sessions. However, he wants me to remain communicative, involved with the outside world, and generally compos mentis for a while longer.

The mode of thought I achieve when totally encased and isolated, suspended and ignored, like a garment hung on a hanger, is almost transcendental. I am sure many of my readers will understand the absolute zen-like drfiting of the mind that one undergoes after a few hours sealed, gagged, tubed, suspended, and ignored. Then, the shock of being stimulated comes so much more intensely that there becomes nothing in the universe except the stimulation that is happening right then. Talk about living in the now!

Sir is probably right. I could probably not withstand the onslaught of non-consciouness that would engulf my ego and my self if I were to dissolve myslef into latex encapsulation at the level I intended. I would, most likely, simply cease to be as a human being separate from the latex that compels me. of course, that is what I want in some respects, but perhaps not yet. It is a one way journey I think and Sir has deisres for me as me yet.

But can you imagine, an old crone in her 80's or 90's, still encased and sealed, completely without mind, perfectly sculpted figure (since all is held in place by rubber), enjoying one melting orgasm after another as she continuously dangles from a ceiling suspension rig, on full life support, no thought or substance in her mind, just drifting on a pleasant raft of sensation to her ultimate end? mmmmm...yummy, do you not agree, dear readers?

We had a lovely new years eve, went to a play and a kinky after party and I had a great deal of fun. I remained gagged and burqa'd throughout and had the opportunity at the party to submit to several folks. Interestingly, the most common form of submission my temporary owners wanted was for me to kneel, bow my head to the floor and then crawl to them until my head touched their feet. After the first time I did this for Sir, just after we arrived, there were three women who wanted me to show such obiesance to them. It was hilariously funny to them, lusciously humiliating to me and incredibly arousing to Sir.

Hope everyone else had a wonderful new year's eve and are looking forward to a great 2006. Certainly, I am!

regards
Lady

Post-XMAS Laziness

2005-12-28T16:53:00.000-08:00

It's been very quiet and lazy around here for the last few days. We put the kids back on a plane to LA on Monday, then went out to do the typical round of returns.

We had a very nice evening Monday and just lazed around the house yesterday and today. Sir has been working on business plan to present to new investors. He also went to have his yearly physical exam this week.

Today, maid and I went back to the mall to exchange another item. The day after Xmas, while we were at another mall, I noticed a lot of muslimahs in hijab shopping. There ae always a few women or girls shopping who wear hijab, but Monday I counted at least 30.

While at the other mall today I saw even more and, while we were returning a shirt maid had bought Sir, I turned from looking at a velvet jacket to find myself staring at a woman in full niqab.

We both giggled and exchanged salaams and went our way. But I find it significant that another woman has chosen to hide her face in public out here in the bay area.

We have dinner and theater plans for New Years Eve and we will start the new year right, celebrating my complete year in enclosure.

Hope everyone else has a Happy New Year
Regards
Lady

Last minute shopping

2005-12-23T23:33:00.000-08:00

Well, it is nearing Christmas and we have been out to do our final shopping. For Sir I acquired a wonderful -

Oh, I should not do that should I? ;-)

We went out to a different mall today and looked for tose last few gifts. Actually, we acquired virtually nothing at all, just went to see the crowds, to look at decorations and enjoy the season.

I received many stares today, but we had no particular problems. I could tell the security people at this mall that I had never been to were a might concerned, but I hink the fact that Sir and I were walking calmly and holding hands while we shopped put them more at ease. It is still acceptable here for a woman to dress as she pleases!

Sir and I went through two large department stores and a bookstore as well as the usual boutiques and kiosks. There was a very nice woman at one of the kiosks selling jewelery who complimented me on my burqa.

Afterwards, Sir took us home and then maid and I went food shopping together. This is always an interesting experience, with both of us tented and wandering the aisles plucking canned goods and toilet paper off the shelves.

Usually I just have maid go by herself and she often does so in just her uniform, no head covering since she does not encase totally as I do. But, on occassion I like to go with her and I make her wear her burqa then as well, so we match.

We found a lovely turkey (passed up the goose), some beef and lamb, and a whole host of things for baking cookies and pies. Yes, I shall be endeavouring to bake again soon!

This evening I finished my wrapping while gagged and in a restraint harness that limits my hand and arm movements (Sir's joke!). A bit frustrating until I figured out that I just needed to order maid to hold things for me or pull off a piece of tape or hold her finger on the bow. It probably added two hours to wrapping, but we ended up cuddling and playing before we were done.

Finally, late this evening Sir took me to pur playroom for a nice long session in a bag, suspended from the ceiling. I was occluded and gagged and had so much fun.

So now I am relaxed, presents are wrapped, food is in the kitchen. So tomorrow we will collect son and Wei at the airport and begin enjoying the results of all this work.

For the holiday weekend, I shall be in my red tinted skinsuit, red catsuit, hood, gloves, corset, stockings, and black ankle boots. Over all that, my long red dress wil look wonderful. Sir has agreed that I may remain silenced as much as I desire over the weekend. I am anxious to see how well I can participate in our festivities while silenced. People who read this blog often worry about my level of interaction with the world. we shall see how it goes. My intent is to be silenced but communicative for the majority of the time. Should be fun.

Happy Holidays everyone
Lady

New Red Burqa by Peter Leth

2005-12-19T10:05:00.000-08:00

Here is a shot of my new red burqa to replace the one I accidentally destroyed a few months ago.

Peter Leth made this one for me and it is wonderfully light, beautiful and comfortable to wear.

I shall post more photos soon

regards
Lady

Approaching Christmas - and One Year in Rubber

2005-12-19T01:03:00.000-08:00

Well, it is nearing CHristmas again. Those of you who heave been with me on my latex journey, thank you. It has een a most interesting year.

I apologize for not posting in the past two weeks, but much has happened and I have been very busy.

First, of course, there has been shopping for gifts to get done. Secondly, Sir has had a business setback that has taken up much of his time and even some of mine.

Finally, my new red burqa has finally arrived. I shall post photos soon. It is absolutely lovely and I wore it out this evening to see King Kong.

We are looking forward to the holidays. Our son and his girl friend Wei will be coming up here to see us.

There is not much more to report. We had a lovely dinner out this evening and followed it up by going out to see king Kong. This was a very well made movie. The effects are fantastic, but more importantly, it is a beautiful love story.

Shopping has been fun this year. Maid and I went to a mal and had loads of fun looking at cosmetics in one of the stores. We were both in black burqas and of course could no ttry anything on, but we did test different fragrances on our black rubber gloves.

I have been looking forward to my first anniversary in lates. My sense of comfort is still deeply tied to being in my skinsuits and dresses, gloves, and hoods. And for those who expressed such concern after my introspective post around Thanksgiving, Sir assures me that he will not allow me to completely lose my identity even if we do begin to expore more elaborate latex encasement and enclosure for me.

I hope everyone else has had a good run up to the holidays. We did have some disappointment as Sir lost a large investor and had to make some changes in his business. But he has worked his way through it. He promises me some lovely new gifts for Christmas.

I shall write again soon
Lady

Some Responses to Dark

2005-11-30T18:13:00.000-08:00

Dark (and others) posted some interesting commetns onthe IAR copy of this blog which can be found at http://www.rubberist.net/forums/showthread.php?p=21079#post21079

I reposnded there, but decided my response was drawn out enough to make a very nice post here. I hope the context is maintained well enough for the non IAR members to understand.

Well, I am certainly happy to have generated some many comments with my last entry. This blog is much more interesting to keep up when I receive feedback and discussions can ensue.

I should like to respond to some of Dark's comments below: He states that I seem to have:

No interest in food .
>>> not true...I love the taste of many foods. But in the context of my enclosure I may choose (or have chosen for me) to forego a meal to sty within my encapsulation reality...However, I eat later and quite happily.

Little or no interest in sports, or anything related to exercise
>>> I have never been interested in sports. However, i do walk outdoors a great deal. Do I have to run around and become sweaty to 'exercise'? The restriction of the latex (and its weight) provides quite sufficient exercise. By the way, in the last 11 months, I have lost a much needed 10 pounds and my blood pressure is down from the 145/95 range to the 117/75 range.

Littler or no interest in social interactions except to either freak people out... or see how indifferent they might be.
>>>I have no desire to freak people out. I am intrigued by and I report the reactions I receive. However, You are forgetting the very normal interactions I do have. I interact with store clerks and shopkeepers, as well as the neighbors on our street, I have a very convivial relationship with the lady running the antique store I have mentioned, I am in regular interaction with my colleague with whom I just finished co-authoring a paper, we have a small circle of very close friends who visit often, and i interact as often as possible with my child and my family. Exactly how many people must I interact with? I now notice almost no change in my day to day interactions with people except I do not have as many co-workers and students as I used to.

More focus on meditation and emotional withdrawal
>>> This is somewhat true ... I find i am meditating more and I am more comfortable now than ever before when I am gagged or silenced or restrained in some way. Of course, this level of comfort was always a goal of our exploration into total enclosure. I am very happy with this as it gives me quite a lot of think time.

More interest in being "objectified" and "non human".
>>>I would disagree. I am not MORE interested in these elements of my lifestyle...I am just MORE able to experience and enjoy them.

No interest in any sort of "normal" female aesthetic appeal as far as your body goes.
>>>NOT AT ALL! I am very interested in how my body appears. I love the shape I have under the latex and remember, I do not wear burqa or even loose rubber dresses all the time...I am quite often naked...that is sealed in only the transparent skinsuit. I am most pleased to have lost the weight and to have a very nice set of measurements now. My breasts have actually increased a size and my hips and thighs are better proportioned than they were a year ago

It is true that I no longer look at my face in the mirror, even enveloped in transparent latex. So I do not see how I look there. However, I am quite adamant that I should be made to look the way Sir wishes. and the last time I glimpsed my head and face, several months ago, I was quite pleased with the transformation. Sir, on the other hand, is enthralled by my shaved countenance.

Increased desire for bondage and isolation
>>>> yes, this is true...I find that lately I have been craving more restriction and restraint in my day to day life.

Increased focus in submission
>>>I do not agree...my level of submission has remained the same...absolutely total to Sir...btw, i do not submit to anyone else unless it is in the context of submitting to him...that is, he tells me to.

More attachment to being enclosed in rubber
>>>Yes...I am reaching a point where the encasement feels most normal now

Increased interest in eroticism and orgasm
>>>WHAT have I written to give this impression? If anything, I have less interest in orgasms...nothing wrong with them, but I find they are no longer as important. I do not feel I have to strive for an orgasm or a peak sensation...I seem to achieve post-coital bliss just by meditating or by being restrained in a scene with sir. That said, a good all round orgasm is a wonderful thing and, by the way, I have them more easily now than a year ago. I just do not write much about it because it is very private.

Some level of interest is such things as knitting or something like that.
>>>Knitting, embroidery, sewing, and many other textile arts. I have actually made many items this year that I did not have time for before I retired. Your comment denigrates these wonderful and wonderfully creative art forms that I have loved for many , many years.

Same level of interest in reading
>>> reading has always been a big interest for me...this has not changed

Same level of interest in popular culture
>>>>Yes, pop culture is fascinating. Adn we go out to cinemas, plays, ballet, lectures, and many other cultural events.

No interest to "return" to a more normal lifestyle
>>>What is normal? This lifestyle feels more and more normal to me. I do not know what return there would be...going about in jeans and a tee shirt? I have never worn slacks and do not like the look of them on women. Going about unhooded and unburqa'd but in rubber dress, gloves, boots, and corset? Well, that might be nice, I often used to dress like that, but I like wearing my hood and I enjoy my burqas too.

One thing I sometimes fantasize about is returning to the lecture hall to teach students again. Or attending a conference and delivering a paper. That would be fun. However, in my fantasy, I am still wearing my coverings and retraints, although i am not gagged most of the time...fantasies do not have to conform to rationality.

Again, in response to Dark's later comments, latex was Sir's fetish originally. While I have quite an extensive leather wardrobe and enjoyed wearig it immensely, at this time in my life, right now, I am wearing all rubber all the time to please my Dom. Tomorrow, he could develop a gingham fetish! And I would change
Latex is not easy to wear for this long. It IS somewhat problematic, but i have persevered with his support and my own desires to achieve the goals he set me. This is very much in the way of a vocation for me...I submit to him and try earnestly to do his wishes. Those happen to include latex enclosure...a lot nicer than if he wished me to be a fishmonger!

Rubber is essential to our experiment/project/lifestyle because it is our preferred fetish material. It also is different fro the others Dark mentions. It does NOT breathe, it IS smooth and somehow unnatural (although not, an intriguing contradiction), and it DOES aid in my transformation to object. It suits our fetishistic desires...otherwise, we would be living and playing with cotton..."the fabric of your life".

Why should our experiment/experience, etc take any different turn? We have achieved much of what we hoped to a year ago when we began this journey. And, again, for the record, we both take great joy in my effacement, my retreat from the world. Sir does not see me as a memory of a person; he sees me as the culmination of both of our aspirations for me.

It sounds, Dark, as if you are growing bored with my story. Sorry to disappoint, but like most real stories, it is just day to day life and not much else. I chose this entry to mention some of my internalized feelings and fantasies because I thought they would provide more interest.

These are HARD things for people to understand...but real nonetheless. Like the monks, and ascetics , and nuns, and hermits, and eccentrics, and anyone else who chooses to live differently, we find tremendous satisfaction in our life style without needing to explain it or conform it.

Regards
Lady

Return Home and 11 Months Encapsulated

2005-11-30T00:37:00.000-08:00

We have returned from our vacation to see our son and all is well. We had our usual process through airports and I had no significant troubles.

However, I wanted to write today about something else. My attitudes toward the full enclosure and the fact that I am completing 11 months tomorrow in total enclosure.

I have begun noticing a tendency to withdraw into my little rubber world of late. Even this weekend, while out with family I was very quiet and twice I gagged myself before going out even though I did not need to. I actually sat through two meals with my son and husband gagged and silent, covered, and blinded (I wore the hood with zipper eyes and mouth and just zipped myself shut for an evening).

The psychological upshot is that, as I am closing out my 11th month, I have started to notice that I want more, not less, rubber in my life and that I want less, not more contact with the world. I have asked Sir to start letting me wear an inflatable hood under the burqa to reduce noise levels and to wear gags with mouth inserts so that I feel more cut off and limited than I have so far. In addition, I have taken to wearing a hobble skirt under my dresses as a slip. This adds an additional layer of latex and a much greater restriction level.

When he asked me why I wanted this, I told my son that I was finding that I was craving bondage and tighter control than I have typically been subject to for the last year. He and his girlfriend both indicated they agreed with this philosophy. Sir has indicated that I can expect more such restrictions on all my mobility then.

After we returned home yesterday, I had intended to run through a gamut of chores and such, but instead I found that by the time I boarded the plane I wanted to be completely cut off from the world, to meditate and drift in a sea of rubber sensation. I zipped myself closed again under the burqa and Sir actually led me off the plane blind and silent. I did not see anything again until 9am this morning.

Sir has talked about this before. It is a sense he gets when he is enclosed for long periods, but I had thought that I was over it. For several months, being enclosed has been the norm and I have felt that what I had was sufficient discipline, control, restriction, and submission.

Instead, this past two weeks I find I am wanting to dissolve into my rubber. I sometimes sit for hours staring at the inside of my hood, not moving,, arms behind me in an armbinder, legs tightly restricted in a leg binder or my whole body in an inflatable bag, unable to move, unwilling to speak, and un-desirous of sight.

I am having very complex fantasies and dreams about my rubber life now as well. These typically involve my continuing to be encased and dressed in more and more elaborate rubber costumes and restrictions. I was describing one of these dreams to everyone at dinner the other night (when I DID allow myself speech) and Wei was shuddering by the time I finished. She said that she had similar fantasies sometimes, but had never thought about being intubated and suspended in a tight Victorian ball gown out of latex such as I had described.

Sir has agreed to help me realize some of these fantasies next year during my second year of total encapsulation. I guess that means we are going forward with a second year of encasement. My own feelings are that I want to spend more and more of my time in restriction and bondage, not just latex clothing. Sir agrees with this.

We shall have to see where all this leads

Regards
Lady

Thanksgiving with the Kids

2005-11-24T10:50:00.000-08:00

Flew to LA this morning to see our son for Thanksgiving. We expected a larger crowd at the airport, but it was fairly quiet this morning.

I was in all black. The black burqa over a black open faced hood, black dress, corset, gloves and boots and a black catsuit with the grey transparent suit under it.

After we had our boarding passes, we arranged a private id check with security. They did not give me any problems, although the woman who checked my id in private said, "What is that? Rubber?" when she saw my open faced hijab style hood.

I told her yes and she asked why I wore it. I explained that I had to cover and doing so in rubber was to please my husband. She just shook her head and chekcked my ID. I am sure she thinks I am an oppressed woman with a misogynistic husband, blah, blah, blah.

I was wnaded and put through the extra checks for women in loose clothing as usual. No, there is no profiling go ing on...just any woman in a loose dress like a muslimah wears will be forced to submit to what Sir calls the "Anal Probe" option whether she has the dreaded four S's on her boarding pass or not.

Once into the terminal, I went into the ladies' room and fixed myself properly, covering my head with the transparent suit's hood, putting on a full head enclosure black hood, a half mask with no mouth (so I am gagged) and getting the burqa back in place. Much better than the half measures I have to adopt for airport security. I actually would prefer a hood with no mouth, but with the half mask gag I can remove it quickly in an emergency where I have to speak.

The hotel is quite lovely and we have been checked in successfully. The manager came down to show us to our room and was not the least put off by a woman in a burqa. He is mid-eastern and knew precisely how to act as he showed us to our suite.

The suite is also perfect. It has a room and bath just for me as well as the master bedroom. I unpacked quickly and then we went to meet our son and his girl friend for some shopping.

We met them at the mall. He, like Sir, was in rubber slacks and tee shirt. His g/f was in black and white. White tube top and wrist length gloves, black miniskirt and cropped jacket, all in shiny rubber. She wore knee high boots in black as well. With her short, spiky black hair and chinese features, she looked wonderful.

We browsed shops for a bit, ate a late lunch in a Rainforest Cafe (who were a little confused about four rubber-dressed folks bu took it in stride). I, by the way, am eating again, not just "tubing it" as sir says.

Several people have asked me abut how I eat in the burqa and hoods lately, so let me explain. I typically eat small meanls anyway. I cut my food (and yes, I cut it, with gloved hands out from under the veil) into small bites and place these on a small plate. I then take the plate in my left hand and a fork in my right, and bring both up under the burqa. This way I can eat easily in small bites, no one can see me, and Sir's rules for isolation and encasement are met.

We all had a lovely lunch, chatted about work and things going on in their lives, and his g/f and I exchanged notes on sme hoods she had recently acquired and what I thought worked best in posture collars.

After lunch, we sat around the hotel lobby for a bit chatting, watching the locals ogle us (such fun...everyone is always amazed when a voice emanates rom my burqa!) and then went out to see Happy Potter.

The movie was good, if a bit long. It is more adult and darker than the previous ones, but that's because the characters are growing up. The girls from the french school in their fitted dresses and half capes were especially well costumed, i thought.

Later, we went back to the hotel and the kids headed out. Sir and I retired to the suite and I spent the evening in some comfy bondage before being put to bed in my little room, tied to the bed. he put me in a pink nightie over my grey tint skinsuit and then bound my wrists and ankles and secured me to the bed. We bring our own latex sheets on these little ventures, so I had already remade both beds in rubber and he tucked me in. I slept like a dead thing, only waking this morning when he came in.

This morning, Thanksgiving, we have been lazing about. sir is bathing now and has allowed me to come over here and blog the past few days. We will meet with our sone again this afternoon for brunch, then Thanksgiving dinner later this evening. He and his g/f are treating us this year. her family is abroad and she is in town for the holiday.

That's as much as I have for the moment.

Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving to all

Regards
Lady

A Week on the Emerald Isle

2005-11-10T08:23:00.000-08:00

I have spent the last week in Ireland. It has been very interesting and the people are lovely. The weather has been wretched, unfortunatley, but I have ventured out shopping and site seeing a bit.

Sir surprised me with the trip on Friday last week, telling me and maid to get me packed and ready to travel. He has had business in Galway all week and I have spent much of my time in the room of the hotel. Monday was terrible weather. I tried to get out for a while, but the cold rain and gail winds were just too much. Actually, I was nearly blown away literally by the wind. I thought I was about to take flight.

However Tuesday was much nicer and we ventured out a bit in the afternoon for some shopping.

In the evenings we met with busniess colleagues of Sir, usually for dinner. However, I have not eaten at all this trip. He decided all my food should be liquid and piped in via tube. Those of you who have chatted with me in the evenings, I have been ingesting liquified mush most of the time I was chatting with you. usually pushing it into my stomach a few cc's at a time with a big irrigation syringe

Dinners are always fun because I am sealed, gagged, and burqa'd. The first night one of the colleagues was a woman and she kept asking me questions about it while I am sitting there unable to respond except with anod or shake of my head.

Whenhe takes me to dinner with colelagues, I am introduced as his wife (no name), it is expleained that I do not unveil nor do I speak or eat in public. Then he pretty much ignores me for the evening. i sit quietly and meditate or watch folks. My presence is distracting, though, and I think he feels it gives him an advantge in negotiating

If i am asked queries I respond with head movements or a shrug.

Most of the men are very distracted and the women are either disgusted or intrigued.

By the way, I saw a fair amoutn of veiled women in Galway and at the Dublin airport. about a 60/40 mix of nuns still in traditional habit, and muslim women, a few completely covered including their faces

All in all a good week. We had fun and saw some of ireland. Also have found new red burqa supplier and ordered one tonight from the airline lounge whilst waiting between flights. We have been looking for someone to make a new one. This wil be from Peter leth who is famous for his latex and pvc designs from Denmark. I am so happy to get one of his designs.

That is all for now...more later about the flights

Lady

Halloween Cookies

2005-11-06T02:45:00.000-08:00

I promised to write about yet another adventure in cooking in rubber.. As my long time readers may recall, a few months ago I made chicken fried steak one evening for me and maid..she was otherwise occupied. That attempt did not end in disaster, but it did include your humble author dressed in black latex from head to toe and dusted in white flour.

I have since mastered the art of cooking in latex which mostly involves me staying out of the kitchen. But from time to time I enjoy baking. I particularly enjoy baking cookies at holiday time. Halloween cookies, Swedish tea cakes at Christmas, that sort of thing.

So the other evening I decided I would bake Halloween cookies. Big orange sugar cookies with dark chocolate pumpkin faces. Sir was in a mood to relax in latex enclosure so after maid and I finished a session with him, we left him dosing in his vacuum bed in the playroom. We girls, on the other hand, went downstairs to bake cookies. Because it’s important, let me state here that we were both dressed totally in black including inflatable hoods with eye lenses and tiny mouth openings.

Cookie dough is much tamer with respect to flour and what not than chicken fried steak mix. We made several batches of cookies with no major incident. We were having loads of fun, chatting, and joking with each other. Maid has a great sense of humor and is always very affectionate and loving.

As we were cleaning up, maid became giggly at something I said. You’ve never seen anything stranger than a young woman in a full enclosure rubber hood, with the giggles. I honestly do not have words to describe how strange and funny she looked in a French maid’s uniform, black gloves, stockings and fat, inflated hood, laughing her head off.

Of course that got me laughing and then, before either of us knew it, maid grabbed a god of leftover orange dough and smeared it on my forehead and around my eyes. I retaliated by doing the same to her. Then she threw a glob at me and I did the same.

Within moments the 26 year old and the 50 year old were involved in a full on food fight with bright orange cookie dough! In a few minutes we both looked like weird pumpkin heads. Our faces completely covered in sweet orange dough, I could barely see through the lenses and we had made a mess of the kitchen.

Finally, we clamed down and stopped laughing. Then we took turns ‘carving’ jack-o-lantern faces in the dough on each other. It was hilarious.

As a final bit of fun, we went back upstairs to the playroom and released Sir from the vacuum bed. He was shocked and amazed, then started laughing too. Finally, maid and I went to clean the stuff off our faces.

So that was my adventure in cookie dough!

Regards
Lady

Halloween time -- and 10 months on

2005-11-01T16:37:00.000-08:00

We had a wonderful time Saturday night to celebrate halloween. Followed by yet another culinary adventure Sunday as I tried to make Halloween cookies.

The celebration was both for halloween and to mark my 10th month in total enclosure. I have been very tardy in blogging things this past month, but there has been little to write about.
I finished working on a paper with my colleague Julia of whom I have written and it is being reviewed now.

Time to recap life a bit, I suppose. For new readers: I spend all my time completely enclosed in latex. At least a thin suit that covers head, hands, feet and everyting else. usually covered by a layer of undergarments or another catsuit, opaque gloves, opaque hood, and rubber boots, usually knee length.

Then there is a streetwear type of dress...full skirted, loose, ankle length, long sleeved, high collar. A posture collar sometimes and a gag much of the time but usually by my own choice now. To go out in public I cover all this with a latex burqa that hides all of me from sight. Burqas are in black, white, and red, but the red one has been torn by accident.

My DOM husband, Sir, and I started this regimen on Jan 1, 2005 and I have just completed 10 months. In those 10 months neither I nor he have seen my face or any other part of my body without at least a layer of transparent latex between. Nothing but rubber and bathwater have touched anypart of my skin.

We have a live in rubber maid, called maid, who has been in our service for 2 and a half years now. she dresses, undresses, bathes, feeds (sometimes) and takes wonderful care of me.

We have made our families and our son aware of my new lifestyle and in previous entries I have written about their reactions. the lifestyle is a D/s one and i have been sub to my husband for 30 years...we've been married that long too. he travels a lot for his business and occassionally takes me along. We have developed a travelling protocol which allows me (and even maid) to travel in total enclosure, under our burqas except for private ID checks by female security officers. To date, we have encountered almost no opposition or restriction. My most recent trip was to Tokyo.

I used to be a professional educator, but retired from that when we moved to the Bay area so that I could pursue this total enclosure life. It has been challenging, sensual, wonderful, and occassionally funny.

So that brings us up to date.

This month, I have had no skin or health problems except for a bit of arthritis pain in the shoulder as the weather has changed. By the way, Sir and i have both found latex to be a wonderful way to treat arthritis. The pressure and the warmth are very helpful to our joints when they act up.

Maid bathes me and dresses me each day as usual. The transparent suits are tinted grey, lavender, pink, or red. These rotate so that I am always wwaring a clean, dry one each day. Being dried well and put into a dry clean suti is the most important thing to avoiding skin problems during such long enclosure.

To celebrate 10 months of encasement, Sir took me to dinner Saturday night. We went to one of our favorite places and I was allwd to be ungagged and eat. However, I chose, as I often do now, to be gagged until the food arrived and to gag myself again when dinner was done. I ate, under the burqa as usual, by holding a plate with small buites on it and conveyin geach to my mouth while never removing the shroud or allowing my hands to be seen. I got a LOT of stares, but it is always fun to watch other patrons react. The staff know us now and never have any problem. In fact our waiter brought out my steak already cut into small bites.

We chatted a bit about Sir's day, his travel, my paper, and othe rthings of no consequence. finally, when dinner was done, I retired to the ladies to gag myself befor leaving the restaurant. While I was doing this, under the burqa, but in front of the mirror, another woman walked in. she was putting on lipstick as I was buckling my gag which is a half mask over my mouth and jaw. to watch us in the mirror was very strange i thought, but more so for the fact that we were both altering ourselves for the purpose of presentation to the world. She with bright red lips and I with silence and cover.

She stopped and stared at me for a moment when she walked in, but then just went to her sink and her reflection and began fixing her face just as I was fixing mine.
I then left and Sir took me back to the car and helped me in. He took us to a little theater in San Francisco next where we went in to see a performance of Rocky Horror. It was crowded, mostly with goths, and there was a fair amount of SM themed costume, lots of leather and lace and abit of latex. I, however, was the ONLY person there in a rubber burqa. Caused quite a stir.

While Sir was getting a drink (I remained gagged and so did not need one) I was approached by some kids probably still in university who wanted to know what I was wearing, why, how was I dressed underneath, etc, etc.

I tried to signal that I could not speak by putting my hands over the burqa at my mouth, but I wasn't getting through. fortunately, Sir came back and he explained I wasn't able to talk, yes I was in rubber and bondage underneath, and yes we had seen RH before...back in the 70's, the 80's and the 90's. The kids were, however, not impressed that we had seen the London production with Richard O'Brien because they had no idea who he was...ah youth, wasted on the young!

Sir was COMPLETELY up front with these young people about my level of bondage, encasement, and the whole 24/7 regimen. One of them scoffed, until he raised the burqa for just a moment. Not completely off, but enough to show my dress, boots, gloves, collar, and gag mask. "Man, that's sick" was the appreciative response!

The play was lovely if a bit amateurish. But then, the best RH productions are rough around the edges, aren't they?

Later we went to the home of some friends and had a lovely couple of hour visit with them.
These are our friends from witzerland who had their new orleans home destroyed by Katrina. That clean up and repair is still on going and they moved back to zurich, but decided to come back to the US and leased a town house in SF. This is good because it places them close enough for us to visit from time to time.

We had a lovely time there, then headed for home. We were exhausted and very relaxed when maid met us at the door and proceeded to get me ready for bed. Sir ordered me to be put to bed in my vacuum bed which I have not slept in for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful and i fell aslepp almost immediately.

Enough for now...I'll blog about Sunday in a while...let me just say...cookies are messy!

regards
Lady