Sunday, 15 January 2017

Back to blogging - an evening with Rob (Kathryn is away)

I have not blogged for a long while, not because I have not been active but because I have been busy as I was worried that my blogs were becoming a little repetitive.

So having not blogged any of my escapades during 2016, I am back to blogging each and every one in 2017.

The first being a session/evening with Rob.

As the title says, Kathryn is away - in Australia and so for some much needed rest and relaxation I arranged to pop up and see Rob for an evening.

Rob is a superb host and always goes out of his way to make my stay a relaxing and rewarding one.

Yes he is dominant - but like me he is dominant only really when dressed up in the way that I am only really submissive when dressed up, but he is also kind and caring and very attentive.

And so upon arrival Rob helped me unload the car - I always travel with too much rainwear and associated stuff and once unloaded he made me a coffee.

In no time at all Rob had suggested I get dressed and he'd do the same and we'd see what came up.

He did ask what I wanted but in my head I was already submissive and so my reply was to suggest anything he wanted!

Of course, I knew deep in my heart that I'd be tightly bound in no time at all and so I went to get dressed.

Stripping naked, I started with thin nylon overalls.

I have started to wear these under PVC rainwear recently for the practical purpose that if the bondage I am about to experience is heavy and lengthy, the vert thin nylon stops the sometime rough inner seams of the - for instance Helly Hansen stuff, digging in to my sensitive office body skin! 

They also feel very erotic so a win both ways.

I then donned my Helly Hansen Nusfjord dungarees and jacket with hood.

Over the dungarees I put my thigh high waders and attached them to my waist belt, fixed my heavy weightlifter belt over the whole ensemble and stopping only to collect one of my ball gag, waddled off to find Rob.

Rob never ceases to satisfy when dressing up as he is a very kinky man and likes his time as a dominant to be as exciting as my time as a submissive and so there we stood, Rob dressed from head to toe in back rubber with riding boots on, me in head to toe yellow with green thigh high waders.

Rob motioned me to lie down on the massage table, made me comfortable and then applied my gag and, with the absence of a blindfold, pulled the voluminous hood to the jacket over my head, eyes and right down to my nose and strapped it in place around my eyes.

I was already in bondage heaven!

Starting at my feet, Rob then deftly and very firmly tied my ankles together followed by my calves, knees, thighs, lower arms and upper arms. He used a combination of rope and straps and the bondage was supreme.

Anyone who likes to be tied up will tell you, the more power/strength your captor has, the better the bondage!

Rob is also a very tactile person and so when he ties you up, he make sure you know he is there and applies a gentle but ever present caress.

Rob then tied the vibrator in place for use later on, tantalisingly use in the right spot so that later on I've have my explosive climax but not too easily!

At this stage I was tied up but now tied down.

Rob had, obviously, thought of this.

One of the many amazing toys that Rob/Kathryn have is a very heavy, and I mean very - almost unfeasibly so, rubber sheet. It's at least a quarter of an inch thick!

He placed this over me and in doing so covered most of the table as well and proceeded to tie me under the heavy rubber sheet to the table.

He then left me to relax, of course he was either in the room or close by at all times as he is very safety conscious but he knows how much some time alone in my bondage means to me.

Needless to say, both he and I were very excited and as the afternoon wore on he played with me, got himself dressed even more by adding his gas-mask and managed to pull off the rather spectacular outcome of a joint and simultaneous orgasm.

He did this by switching on the vibrator and then climbing on top of me and rubbing himself against me and the vibrator.

My own orgasm was explosive and made more intense by him on top of me.

Climbing off, Rob clear up his now "output" and then left me to stew for at least an hour.

I've said it before, if I climax when in rainwear but not tied up, my immediate urge is to get undressed. Even though I know ten minutes later I'll be disappointed I did, I always will if I can.

Rob knows this and so the first moments after a climax are exquisite agony as the urge to be untied and let go is there, but he keeps me bound and in very little time I am back in that happy space where I can't move, can't speak and am dressed in my beloved rainwear.

Obviously all good things must come to an end and so he finally let me out and ran me a bath into which I slipped whilst he went out to get some wine.

To cap the evening off he cooked me dinner, we drank some lovely wine, listened to some great music and chatted for ages.

A simply wonderful evening.

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

My fetish vs my kink.

My fetish.

I have recently had a short break away with a friend that enabled do wear my fetish gear every day and for extended period as well as allowing me to get tied up quite a few times.

That combined with the delivery of a new Stutterheim rubber mac (trench coat style in grey) has given me an opportunity to consider and articulate what I always have known but what has been reinforced recently.

My real passion and fetish is for rainwear, rubber, PVC, nylon or even in fact less “fetish” materials plus boots.

My kink is for bondage and a lot of play scenarios that go along with being tied up.

Every day of my life, I wear rainwear of some sort rainwear at least three times a day.

To start the day I usually have a quite heavy dressing up session, Helly Hansen rainwear with two layers at least plus a tightly belted Mac over that, when I walk my dog. Always accompanied by rubber riding boots outside the HH trousers.

Then I will always wear a Mac to work, no matter what the weather. Typically one of these: A Cording rubberised cotton riding Mac, buttoned, and belted' a lightweight Jacobsen shorter jacket in rubberised polyester and now my Stutterheim Ture grey rubber Mac.

The macs are always properly done up wherever I go.

And then in the evening when I walk my dog again, another round of HH or Ocean Rainwear gear, trousers and jacket with Wellington boots outside the trousers.

Generally just popping out at the weekend or evening, to the shop, for instance, sees we don my bright yellow Helly Hansen Nusfjord jacket! Totally rainproof and very noisy.

In times past I used to be very self conscious of such wear but I have, for a few years now, come to realise that nobody gives two hoots what I wear. And if they did, nobody would comment anyway.

And so I have to admit that whilst I love bondage, if I had to give up either bondage or rainwear, I’d give up bondage without a doubt.

A word about my Stutterheim. For us Mac lovers, and there are a lot, the price of our passion has gone through the roof in the last few years with a well made SBR Mac costing well over £600 – cheap imitations are available but the quality is very low.

Stutterheim has been on the scene for a while and have an odd angle for their USP, that angle being stick thin people with miserable faces wearing some of the most stunning rainwear you could imagine.

I’ve put off buying a Stutterheim for a while as I could not really fathom their prices and their stuff was a bit too modern for a plump 56 year old to wear.

All that has changed with the release of their trench coat – The Ture.

Amiable at time of writing in grey and sand colour, I have the grey in XXL size and I have to say this Mac is revelation.

Heavy, well made, with a decent belt and poppers instead of button, it fits very well, is a great length and really is street wear – being dull and not shiny like a lot of their stuff.

And all for £310 delivered.

This Mac really is a game changer for us Mac fetishists as it addresses both the desire to wear a Mac and being able to do so every day, without being obviously fetish or indeed breaking the bank.

Sitting in Costa Coffee in Rickmansworth typing this, I have my Mac on, buttoned and belted and it feels great.

Of course I will never turn down the chance to mix my fetish with my kink, so to be tied up in rainwear is still the thing I crave and the only thing to totally relax me but I know that my fetish defines me and the kink is the icing on the cake.

Monday, 14 September 2015

Punishment in PVC - part two.

And so, I arrived at my car. Already furiously hot and  I discovered the first of many obstacles that would present themselves during the day.

Driving! In fact I could not even get into the car as I could barely bend and I was about 25% more bulky than usual.

I had to lean into the car, raise the steering wheel to the maximum height and then move the seat all of the way back.

With this done I literally fell into the car and sat there feeling exhausted, hot and very humiliated.

I decided to take care of the two hoods and with a struggle I pulled the yellow HH hood down followed by the green OR one. This presented a problem as both still covered a part of my face so I pulled the drawstrings tight, first on the green and then on the yellow.

This had the desired effect of pulling both hoods very tight around my neck, and thus keeping them away from my face and later on as I found out, the undesired effect of creating a mini greenhouse between my neck and the thick wide belt around my waist.

Driving very carefully and with the air conditioning turned to the lowest, I set off for my first task of the day and that was to pay the cheques I had accumulated, into the bank after which I had my MOT - which I'd foolishly booked as a "while you wait"

Anyway, I got to Maidstone, parked where I usually park and upon exiting the car park was immediately struck by what a lovely day it was. Sunny but cool.

And so I was then also struck by how inappropriate my clothes would have been even if I'd have had just one layer.

Knowing that I was effectively sealed tightly inside my PVC prison I resolved there and then to enjoy my situation. Yes it would be uncomfortable at times and yes I'd be embarrassed and humiliated, but isn't that just the kind of thing I like?

Thus resolved I set off up the hill to the HSBC bank. Very soon it became quite clear that nobody was paying any attention to me at all. In fact I have often thought the easiest way to be invisible is to wear hi-vis clothes as they are so prevalent nowadays as to be invisible. And so it proved in my bright yellow Helly Hansen Nusfjord outfit, covering all of my many layers.

What does get noticed however are two very obvious things:

1. I was very warm indeed and to keep my PVC fishing raingear tightly done up on such a sunny day did cause a few odd looks.
2. The sound. The HH stuff is very stiff and squeaks very loudly indeed.

And throughout the day it was the noise that got me noticed every time. In fact walking up Maidstone High Street I actually had people look over their shoulders to see what the noise was!

Banks used to be gloomy places, dark, quiet and with a very clear system of queueing. Not any more they aren't. They are bright and airy banking halls and as one enters,  a customer service person, eager to help will ask you if they can help.

I explained that I had cheque to pay in and the customer services assistant, an older woman, determined that the automatic cheque paying in system would be best for me. Now despite the fact that I have been in IT for over 38 years, I hate these kinds of machine and so I asked if she could help me.

Of course she could and together we strolled over the the appropriate machine.

As the cheques were being processed she enquired of me, nodding at my raingear, "expecting rain?"

My whole life seemed to go into slow motion at this stage as I hurriedly tried to work out what to say, internally kicking myself for not having a ready answer for my garb.

And thus it was that what I said was the complete and utter truth!!

"No", I said,  "though that would have been welcome. I'm dressed like this as a punishment and have to stay in this lot for another 11 hours!"

Looking only slightly taken aback, she simply said "Well you seem to be enjoying it, have a nice day" and handed me my paying in evidence.

Feeling ten feet tall and in no way self-conscious anymore, I exited the bank decided that rather than scurry back to the car, my MOT was not due until mid-day, I'd stroll up to the Caffe Nero and have a coffee.

Further up the hill and into Caffe Nero I discovered the slight flaw in my plan - sitting down.

As already experienced in the car, sitting down and getting up again was a major challenge with the layers and the tight belt, so I simply stood at the bar in the window and had my double espresso.

By now, I have to say that I was thoroughly enjoying my punishment!

I then got back to my car, slumped into it, drove home and upon arrival at home experienced the first awkward part of the day. My wife was away for a couple of days and what she had forgotten to tell me was that a neighbour would be having some stuff delivered to our place.

I arrived to find the delivery men had just got there and so I had to supervise them unloading and sticking stuff into my garage.

The delivery men were as nice as can be even saying to me, once I had opened the garage, "don't worry about us mate, you go and get out of that (pointing at my rainwear) and we'll just ring the doorbell when we are finished".

This kind and helpful offer once more forced me to think on my feet and I decided that the truth might not work here so I explained that I'd be walking the dog any minute and so I'd be fine.

The look one of the delivery men gave me suggested he knew I'd just bullshitted them and that he knew exactly what was going on!! Who knows, he was probably just jealous.

However, once I had bluffed and mentioned walking the dog I figured I may as well, as I'd have to some time anyway, and so I took the dog out.

My usual walk sees me go around the lakes just opposite my house and that takes roughly one hour.

The walk took over and hour and a half mostly due to my own speed. Encumbered with so many layers I experienced two sensations. The first was the pressure on my crotch. Quite severe in fact with the numbers of trousers I had on and the fact that they were either pulled very high or were bib and braces style. This meant that walking was tough but also that it induced a sensation that I thought would bring me to a climax any minute. This was something I was desperate to avoid as with me, the minute I have climaxed I have a strong urge to get out of my gear and into "civvies" and I knew that was something I'd be unable to do!

The second sensation was that my shoulders started to ache, with several pairs of braces pulling down on them the pressure soon began to tell.

Needless to say I met lots of other dog walkers, none of whom paid the slightest attention to my raingear. Even the people whom I knew ignored me as I always, without fail and whatever the weather, walk in some sort of rainwear.

Getting home just in time to leap (or fall as was the case due to my layers) into the car I was off for the MOT.

This did have me slightly concerned as I nearly always book a while you wait service or MOT and the garage know me well. I usually sit with my iPad and work, however usually I have jeans and a shirt even though I always have a PVC jacket of some sort.

I got there, booked the car in and took (with some difficulty) a seat. The receptionist offered me a coffee which I accepted and I settled down to work.

About 30 minutes later the several coffees I'd had that morning started to work their magic and I was desperate for a wee!

Of course Mistress had thought of this, hence the nappy, but I have to say the thought of peeing myself was not a pleasant one.

The idea that it might smell, or leak, kept running through my head and I fought the urge.

However, it soon became apparent that I could fight it no longer and so I waddled off to the toilet.

What did I go to the loo for when I clearly didn't need to? I am not sure really but I sort of decided if I was going to pee myself I'd rather do it alone.

I have to say the feeling of release when, after a minute or two I finally managed to overcome my resistance, was immense. As was the embarrassment and humiliation. The feeling of warm pee flooding into my nappy whilst I was encased in all of my PVC rainwear was very intense and very erotic.

After I had calmed myself down I went back out into the waiting area to find my car was fine and ready.

I paid and walked back to the car trying to work out if it was pee or simply sweat that was running down my legs and into my rubber riding boots!

And so back home where I worked away for a few hours before the oven was delivered and installed.

Nothing much to report here as by now I'd got so used to my predicament I was no longer thinking about it.

With the oven installed it was soon time to set off for the visit to Mistress.

I arrived at her place exactly on time, not knowing what to expect and as ever, I got some five star bondage before being sent back home to sleep, in all of my confinement,  being told to report back to her the following morning so that she could release me from my punishment.

Friday, 11 September 2015

Punishment in PVC - part one.

A while ago I let my Mistress down in a very important matter and whilst it was certainly not my problem and was totally out of my control, it happened nonetheless.

I felt bad but Mistress took it well and told me not to bother about it. And so I didn't.

We had been communicating over email for a while after that when she suggested a day long bondage session on the coming Friday.

I told her that I would not be able to make it as I had several things to take care of on my day off work including the delivery and installation of a new oven, a visit to the bank to pay in several cheques and taking my car for an MOT.

Not to worry she said, come early and you can have a couple of hours bondage before you go off for the day. She asked me to bring all of my rainwear as the session would be focussed on layers.

She asked me what time I needed to leave her place, 10, and so we agreed I'd be with her at eight.

Ever the early bird I arrived at about 07:45 and was invited in.

Whilst she was getting her day sorted out she made me a cup of coffee and told me to sit at her breakfast bar so we could chat.

Face to face for the first time after I'd let her down, I of course offered another apology and was delighted when she just laughed and told me to stop worrying.

Soon she was ready, and after making sure I'd drunk all of my coffee (one of her pet hates is, for some reason, a half drunk cup of coffee!), she instructed me to undress there and then and get ready.

Most of the time I am told to get ready in private but every now and then I have to do it in front of her which she knows is an exquisite humiliation for me.

Now totally naked I asked her what she'd like me to wear and was somewhat astonished to hear "all of it" as the reply but she added, handing me an adult nappy and one of my butt plugs, "but put these on first".

Mistress actually helped me with both, gently inserting the butt plug and then ensuring the nappy was on as tightly as possible, explaining the she didn't want me leaking or for the butt plug to work loose.

And so, already in a state of some excitement due to the humiliation of being made to wear the nappy and butt plug, I set about the laborious task of donning ALL of my rainwear.

Starting with my blue nylon over trousers, noisy and perfect for working up an immediate sweat, as well as feeling very nice against my bare skin then choosing my Ocean Rainwear smock (from which I have removed the hood so it can be worn under other clothes) next.

Then came in order:

Black Helly Hansen bib and braces with jacket - no hood. This is a very interesting combination as despite it being quite lightweight PVC, it's proper work wear and so the knees and elbows are reinforced.
Green Helly Hansen rain suit - trousers and jacket with no hood. Trousers pulled high and the drawstring pulled very tight and the jacket zipped up.
Rubber riding boots with the two pairs of trousers tucked tightly in.

I'd have been more then happy to stop at this stage and get tied up and looked at Mistress who simply said "carry on". By this stage she was sitting in her chair and simply watching me get dressed.

So I added:

Dark Green Ocean Rainwear bib and braces with zipped up jacket. Very heavy and shiny PVC and the first hood. I left the hood down initially but a rebuke in the form of "hood up" was all I needed to do as I was told. 
Yellow Ocean Rainwear suiting matching the one I'd just put on but with a smock top from which I'd also removed the hood.
Finally came my two identical Helly Hansen bright yellow Nusfjord bib and braces with jacket rain suits.

I got the first one on, the one from which I'd removed the hood with some difficulty as by now, the several layers I had were quite severely restricting my movement.

As I reached, sweating, for the second of the two suits Mistress told me to stop and come and stand in front of her, which I did.

She then applied wrist and ankles cuffs to me, as she had often done before when tying me up, pulled each one as tight as it would go, tight enough that they would never slip off but not so tight, especially with several layers of PVC rainwear as protection, to give me circulation problems.

As a variation on the theme, instead of applying the ankle cuffs to my ankles, she applied them to the area just below my knees where my rubber riding boots ended. Pulled very tight these would not even given a millimetre and ensured that despite my efforts my riding boots would not be coming off anytime soon.

What surprised me, but still I had no idea what she was up to, was that she applied a small brass padlock to each strap and put all four sets of keys in a bowl on her mantlepiece.

She then took the wide weightlifters belt I always wear for bondage sessions and applied that to my waist, having to pull very hard to make it fit due to the extra layers of PVC I was wearing.

Finally she added a one inch wide black leather strap around my neck, pulled tight enough to give me a lot of pleasure but not tight enough to present any danger. This was also locked into place with a padlock and the keys stashed away.

She then told me to put on the final HH yellow PVC suit with the hood.

I have to confess, standing there in front of her in these layers I felt fantastic.

She then told me to go and sit in the kitchen as we'd be having a coffee before we started.

I looked at her kitchen clock and it was showing 09:10 and must confess to experiencing a little disappointment as my bondage session was clearly going to be very short, and when I gently reminded her that I needed to be gone by ten, she cheerily told me that was not a problem as I'd be on my way in no time.

With all of my layers, held in place by the wrist and knee cuffs just getting on the stool was tough but I made it and started to drink my second coffee.

Mistress then dropped her bombshell with this announcement:

"Recently we had a weekend away planned that had to be cancelled. I know that you could not help it in any way but you still have to be punished, do you understand and accept that?"

Of course I did and I said so, now in character of the submissive Peter rather then my usual confident self.

"Good, well here is your punishment. 12 hours in bondage" 

I was just about to say something when she silenced me with a wave and told me to listen.

"What you are wearing is what you will wear with no additions or changes, for the next twelve hours. You'll leave here dressed as you are, you may of course put both hoods down, but you will go about all of the tasks you told me about as usual. 

You'll go to the bank and pay in your cheques, I expect to see evidence of the fact that you did. You'll take your car for the MOT and I also expect to see evidence of that and you'll let the oven people in at home and allow them to fit the new oven, and I want to see pictures.

And you will do all of this exactly as you are!!

At the end of the day, twelve hours from now, come back and I might release you from your bondage or I might even apply more, the choice is not yours.

After twenty four hours your punishment will be over"

And with that, she pecked me on the cheek, handed my car keys and took me to the front door, guided me blinking into the sunshine and closed the door behind me.

And so my day of humiliation had started. Now I fully understood the nappy and the wrist and ankle/knee cuffs!

Needless to say, her street, normally deserted, appeared to be busier than Piccadilly Circus that morning and my walk of shame from her house to my car saw me encounter several people. This hulking, speaking figure must have looked very odd, but nobody said a word.

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Missing for a while, but back and fully dressed head to toe in PVC rainwear!

I've been missing from my blog for a while now, not because I have been missing out on my favourite activity, quite the opposite in fact as I have had several visits to Kathryn and Rob and two fabulous weekends away with Mistress Atrum-Dea.

No, I am afraid that I have simply been too busy, and frankly going over old sessions is not something I fancy doing.

However, I do like to write my blog and hope that here and there someone likes to read it, so I am back at the keyboard.

I have a visit to MAD booked this week and have acquired a new leather hood from Honour, called "Lockdown" that I'll hopefully be trying out, and with some pictures to go with it, I'll report back at the weekend.

However I do have some activity to report and it was prompted by a story written by a friend, Bondophile, on Fetlife. He and I meet very infrequently so we can dress up and so I can tie him up and so I know we share a fondness for PVC rainwear, macs, boots and bondage. We also have a quite serious liking of layers.

A lot of people who like rainwear like layers, I guess it is the increasing sense of "protection" that multiple layers gives us, but also if we also like bondage, the increasing sense of not being able to move that multiple layers brings on.

Bondophile's story had the lucky victim coverd in many layers before being tied up and left outside in the rain for twelve hours! Who in the world could possibly not like such a scenario?

And so, prompted by the story, I decided that the following morning when walking my dog, instead of just one set of rainwear, boots and a mac to cover it all, I'd go for layers.

And so, at 3:45 the following morning, yes I really do walk my dog at that time, I started to get dressed.

I started with some nylon outer trousers. Very stiff, very noisy and brilliant for working up a fairly immediate sweat, but also being plastic lined, very easy to clean afterwards.

I then added a dark green very heavy PVC smock from Ocean Rainwear followed by a Helly Hansen Rainsuit (trousers and hooded jacket). Socks then went on and the two pairs of trousers were tucked tightly into my black rubber riding boots.

I followed that with my Ocean Rainwear yellow bib and braces and smock - same model as the green stuff but bright yellow.

Next came my Ocean Rainwear dark green bib and braces with accompanying green jacket with hood.

I then added my Helly Hansen black bib and braces with jacket - this has a removeable hood, and that was left off. This suit is interesting as it is quite light weight but as proper workwear has reinforced knees and elbows making it actually quite stiff and a lot of fun to wear.

The final addition was two sets of yellow Helly Hansen Nusfjord bib and braces, one jacket without hood and one with. These jackets have a hood that is clearly designed to go over a hard hat as the hood is huge and so having two hoods on already didn't present any problems.

Pulling the strings to each hood tight enclosed my head and face quite seriously and by now I was drenched in sweat just with the effort of getting into so many layers.

Make no mistake, after about three layers it becomes quite an effort to add another.

Of course, that was not quite enough for me and to to top it all off I added my green Ocean Rainwear mac. Also by now each of the later layers was quite a tight fit and so the mac fitted like a sausage skin whereas it is normally quite roomy.

The mac has a hood and that finally was pulled tight and I was ready to get the dog and go.

Walking around the lake opposite my house usually takes about 45 minutes at a good pace, but a good pace is not possible wearing so many layers, the walk took me 1 hour and 15 minutes.

Of course it felt fantastic with each step being an effort but an effort rewarded with a wonderful feeling and a cacophony of squeaking PVC.

 Two very interesting things to report are the pressure on the crotch of wearing so many layers means that it would be very easy indeed to have an unprompted orgasm! The other being the really quite intense pressure on the shoulders of so many set of bib and braces puling down. An interesting and very enjoyable feeling.

Upon arrival at home, I discovered that if getting into the layers was tough, getting out of them was even tougher and it took me nearly 30 minutes to fully undress!

A fantastic experience and one I wanted to repeat again as soon as possible.

That opportunity came at the weekend, when I walk my dog a little later going out at about 5:30.

Once again I got all of the same layers on and set off. Not for one minute thinking of the consequences of meeting other people, which I did. There are a few people who either walk dogs or run for exercise at that time and we all acknowledge each other.

I met eight people that morning two of whom (dog walkers also) stopped to chat. It's a mark of how much my festish makes me self conscious that I was very aware of my layers, yet the people whom I met and especially the two with whom I talked, just didn't seem to notice.

I feel a story coming on based around this real life experience, and like most stories it will contain an element of my own experience alonside a great deal of my own fantasy!

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Very publicly wearing my PVC rainwear.

My public wearing of PVC rainwear has been largely limited, if limited is the right word as I do it every day, to walking my dog (where PVC rainwear is not that unusual) and the odd foray into the vanilla world with Kathryn.

And so when I had arranged to go and visit Kathryn and Rob last week I was expecting another outing with my green rainwear covered by my Jacobsen mac, with Kathryn strapped into the wheelchair.

What actually happened was quite different and has set a new level at which I am comfortable going out in public in my favourite clothes.

I have recently acquired a new Helly Hansen set of dungarees and jacket. Bright, and I mean really very bright indeed yellow and the heaviest weight PVC I have ever encountered. However with this weight they have also managed to make it immensely soft and as it is fully cotton lined, easy to wear. And so very squeaky.

I first came across this stuff when I was tying up from friend Stuart/Straitjacketed. He has exactly this outfit and I immediately wanted the same. In fact I now have two!

In case you might be interested, it’s called Nusfjord and the two items together, because they are workwear and not traditional fetish stuff do not cost the earth. Less that £100 for both delivered.

Anyway, I have been wearing this combination for a while when I walk the dog, morning and night but it is winter, it’s very dark and at the times I walk the dog I really don’t see anyone anyway.

However, two weeks ago I was working at home and of course was thus properly dressed in my HH stuff and waders and I looked at the clock to discover time had run by and that I needed to nip out to Tesco to get some food for dinner and ideally before my wife came home from work. Debating in my head if I had time to get undressed, redressed and then out and back I concluded that I hadn’t. And so, in the mid afternoon I simply got into my car and drove to the store, did my shopping and came home. All done whilst wearing some very bright and very noisy PVC.

The most amazing fat is that nobody appeared to even notice and if they did, yes they looked, but it didn’t bother me one bit. In truth I probably looked like a road worker or something similar.

Upon returning home I concluded that I’d enjoyed myself and that this would not be the last time I did such a thing.

Little did I know that less than one week later I’d be putting this newly found resolve to a quite serious test.

And so we come to the day I was going to meet Kathryn and Rob. They are roughly a two hundred mile drive and as I wanted to maximise the time with them, I left early.

Of course, I still needed to walk the dog and thus took her out at 4AM for our usual hour long walk. When we got home I simply decided that I’d pack the car with some regular clothes but that I’d drive up to them dressed in my finery. And that is exactly what I did, stopping along the way for a hour break and some coffee, still with head to toe bright yellow PVC. Once again, not a single odd look!

And so it was that I got into the car after my break to find a text from Kathryn, who needed to go into Barnsley, suggesting that if I was early enough she’d wait and perhaps we could go into town together dressed. I had already sent her a text with a picture of me sitting in the coffee shop in yellow PVC!

Of course I jumped at the offer and later on arrived at her place. By now I’d been in the PVC for about six hours. We had a coffee and I pt my ladies underwear on first and over that my yellow PVC went back on and then I drove her into town.

Of course, Kathryn, never one to let an opportunity to go out dressed up pass, was also dressed “properly” in knee length leather boots and her cream Rainmac PVC mac, fully buttoned and tightly belted.

In town we parked and walked to the shops. Shopping included going into a very crowded opticians to order some glasses for Rob, into Boots to collect some photos and to try and get some old photos scanned and then into Lidl to buy some butter. Each step along the way I wore my PVC with pride, made eye contact, attracted some admiring glances and felt nothing but totally at ease and very happy indeed.

Finally we had to go to Marks and Spencer to get food and at the checkout Kathryn discovered she’d forgotten something, leaving me to chat to the checkout girl whilst K went in search of some olives and artichoke hearts! I’m not sure what the checkout girl thought, but she behaved as if my clothes were very normal for what was actually a sunny and bright if somewhat cold day.

So if last week you were in Barnsley and saw a man dressed head to toe in yellow PVC accompanied by a rather stunning lady dressed in a high gloss cream pVC mac, that was us!

A very public and very enjoyable way to spend a morning. I have in mind a few more trips out in my yellow HH kit, but rest assured I am no longer fearful of being noticed, I actually enjoy it.

By the time we got home and had a sandwich, I’d been in PVC for over ten hours.

Instead of going out for our walk and coffee, we decided on an afternoon in and K suggested that I should be tied up first. When faced with such an offer, what’s a chap to do eh?

Dressed exactly as I had been all day Kathryn had me lie down on the massage bed and put a wonderful leather hood on me, sealed the eye holes and gagged me with a ball gag. She then put the leather bondage mitten on my hands and then proceeded to strap me at every conceivable point to the bad. Simple but very effective bondage.

K then set about her household chores whilst I drifted in and out of that blissful state that PVC and bondage always put me in. K kept popping in and out to make sure I was OK and finally decided it was that time!

What she did then was a revelation as she inserted the magic orgasm machine under the straps holding my legs down, placed it just so in order that I’d not climax immediately and turned it on. I lay there thrashing about – as much as one can when severely strapped to a massage table.

Kathryn then end the whole thing in a rather spectacular was by simply climbing on top of me and laying there hugging me. The extra presence plus Kathryn herself applying more pressure to the orgasm machine soon finished me off and what a stunning experience it was.

Another subtle change in me recently has been that after an orgasm, where I once used to be desperate to get out of the bondage and PVC, I now relish time left to stew. K knows this and simply turned down the lights and left me to relax, in fact of course what happened is that I slept the sleep of the righteous!

In due course K woke me and released me from my bondage.

Being the gallant chap that I am, I then figured it was the ladies turn!

And so I had her undress and put on some PVC split crotch panties, she already had a rather fetching red leather close fitting hood/cap to which I added some old fashioned motorcycle goggles and a ball gag. I then held out the rubber straitjacket for her to slip her arms into and secured her in it. Of course, she was also wearing her shiny Hunter wellies!

I then lay her down gently on the bed and strapped her body and arms very tightly indeed.

I then repaid her earlier kindness, in kind, more than once!

Both sated, we had just about enough time to shower and dress again, her in a PVC maids outfit, me in my HH yellow PVC rainwear, before Rob got home from work.

Rob as we know is very dominant however following his shower K and I had him get dressed in PVC and leather gear and strapped him, in a similar way that I had been strapped, to the massage table.

I then took responsibility for bringing him to an orgasm with K supervising. I used mouth and leather gloved hand and had a whale of a time!

We then spent the evening, fully dressed, drinking, eating and listening to great music.

All in all by the time I undressed for bed, I had been in my yellow HH gear for 19 hours, had been out in several public places, had a wonderful orgasm and given the same to two very good friends.

That was what I would consider to be an awfully good day!

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Public Bondage and dressing up.

A recent visit to Kathryn and Rob led me to dwell on how relationships change over a period of time, this is hardly news and almost inevitable.

A good while ago now, my first visit to K and R was conducted in a friendly and professional manner and was very enjoyable. I got bondage, a good seeing to and then scarpered back to my Sheffield apartment for some dinner and a beer or two.

We have since become friends and interwoven with our fun and games is dinner, some nice wine, listening to music, talking and so on. In essence we have become friends.

Remembering that this activity is a business to them at all times, I know now that whatever the future holds and wherever in the world we may all be, we'll be friends for life.

I have in the past visited when only Rob was there and likewise when only Kathryn was there as well as when both are. 

Rob is in no way submissive though he does like a bit of bondage, he is very dominant in his personality (when dressed) and that is thrilling to me.

On one occasion when he and I were alone (K was away), he had me dressed up, tied up and helpless and presented me his sheathed cock to suck. It was a great surprise, thrilling and huge fun! He's done it again since.

Would I do such a thing under normal circumstances, usually not, would I do it with anyone other than Rob, almost certainly not until I had got to know them.

Of course, once dressed and trussed up my attitude is totally and utterly submissive, so the truth may well be quite different - but to find out you'll have to dress me and tie me up first!!

And so, I'd say with some confidence that my relationship with Rob has developed - friends, fellow wine and music lovers and me very submissive to his quite dominant. I'll explain the consequence of this a little later.

First though I'd like to reflect on the change in my relationship with Kathryn.

Initially, and still in fact, I love meeting with her and being dressed, tied up and seen to by her.

She is incredibly good looking, always wears stunning rubber or PVC outfits and is very attentive. Her use of the magic orgasm device on me never fails to satisfy!

Over time, and in the last few visits however, it has changed.

Recently, our sessions have been in two parts with us alone before Rob gets home from work.

Part one is where I tie her up and take care of her and part two is where she does the same to me.

A recent visit saw her, having tied me up and seen to me, move me to the sitting room and tie me up again whereupon she gently pay me down on the sofa for a snooze! Dressed from head to toe in yellow PVC, with my booted legs firmly strapped together and unable to move a muscle, with a hood, I was woken to find her and Rob, both fully dressed.

Rob then presented his sheathed cock to me - this was the first time Kathryn had actually seen us do this, and I did as a good submissive should!!

In applying bondage to Kathryn, we have hitherto followed a pattern. PVC dress of some sort, shiny Hunter rubber boots, gas mask and rubber straitjacket. I then strap her to the massage table with legs akimbo and give her, with my tongue - but using the magic orgasm machine if needed - a nice time.

This may sound boastful, but I usually do not need the machine!

And this it is usually a satisfied Kathryn who now gets to tie me up.

Last visit however saw a slightly different pattern emerge.

I informed Kathryn that we'd be going out with her in the wheelchair and me pushing. We went to a dam/reservoir/country park, the same one that she took me to when she had me dressed as a lady - see prior blog.

She dressed in PVC dress, shiny rubber Hunters and her Rainmac cream long PVC mac with attached hood.

When she was ready I dressed. I had recently purchased a Helly Hansen Voss rain suit - dark green and in two parts - a jacket and trousers.

Before I donned this, I put on my full ladies underwear kit. Frilly pants, tights, body shaper, breasts.

Then the Voss rain suit and my thigh high green Hunter waders, all topped of with my Ilse Jacobsen rubberised cotton mac.

Kathryn got into the car whilst I loaded the wheelchair into the back and we drove to our chosen location.

Once there, I put the wheelchair up and had Kathryn sit in it. I strapped her feet to the footrests, and her torso in two places to the chair as well as using the seatbelt that comes attached to the chair.

The jet black straps were clearly obvious against the cream of her mac and thus to anyone actually looking, it would have been obvious that she was in fact strapped into the chair.

Of course, if you know Kathryn you know she is an exhibitionist and thus her predicament was in fact anything other than that, she was in fact in heaven!

Even though it was not raining, I had her pull the hood to the mac up and tied it quite tightly under her chin.

And so with her strapped into the chair, we went for a walk, stopping at various points along the way to admire the view.

The odd thing about being a person in a wheelchair, and I know this having been the person in a wheelchair and fully dressed in rubber and as a woman, and strapped in, is that people just don't see you! You are pretty much invisible.

And so as we walked around, me in rubber and PVC with my ladies kit on underneath and her looking like a million dollars strapped into the chair, we were largely ignored.

The walk was fun, we chatted and had fun. When we got back to the car, Kathryn challenged me to take her to the pub, whose car park is shared with the people visiting the reservoir, for a coffee.

I'll admit to momentarily being reluctant and Kathryn clearly saw it on my face and offered immediately to not bother, however I also saw the disappointment on her face and that resolved me to do it.

And so we did, the only change we made was to put the hood to her mac down.

I, in my rubber and underwear - the breasts are not comedy size but are obvious of you look, and she still strapped into the chair, went to the pub with me pushing her.

We found a seat - not a discrete one in a corner where no-one would see us, but one smack in the centre of the pub, and I ordered two coffees from the bar - admittedly feeling very conscious of my breasts (though that feeling was wonderful) and we sat, had our coffee and chatted.

No eyelids were blinked during the whole exercise and it was a real thrill.

We exited with me fully confident by now, thanking the staff and making full eye contact with everyone.

I know that all they would have seen was a bloke and wheelchair bound wife, having gone out for a walk, having a coffee. And that, apart from the wife bit, is in fact exactly what they saw. No-one care what we were wearing!

Taking Kathryn back home, I decided to extend the bondage and once I had her in the seat with the seatbelt done up, I used the straps to further straps her to the seat and we drove home chatting as usual.

Once home, and with the initiative clearly with me at this stage, I'd not go so far as to say I was in any way dominant, I was merely the usual submissive given control for a short period, I changed into my new, very heavy Helly Hansen yellow suit - this is without doubt the stiffest, thickest and most wonderful rain suit imaginable.

I had Kathryn put her gas mask on and stand up so I could use a lot of pallet wrap to wrap her from neck to waist and then laid her gently back onto the massage table.

Using more pallet wrap, I attached her to the table.

With her ladyhood exposed, I simply knelt down and got on with the job.

Once I had finished with her, I released her and we reversed roles, her dominant and me submissive. However she didn't immediately tie me up, she simply took me in hand, we cuddled and caressed and then she used the magic orgasm machine on me.

It worked and this is something that simply has not happened to me in as long as I can recall, an orgasm without being tightly bound!

Wonderfully spent, I was then led to the sitting room where she wrapped me, neck to feet in pallet wrap and lay me down on the sofa to relax (sleep).

Kathryn also is a trained masseuse and runs that business from her home, she had a client coming and so I was left alone with my wonderful Helley Hansen clothes, my boots and my bondage to dwell.

After being released, once her client had gone and Rob was home, I showered and changed, rather sloppily, into shorts and a t-shirt.

We ate a lovely meal and enjoyed some splendid wine.

Both Rob and Kathryn then dressed, but for some strange reason I decided not to!

As happens on such occasions and the fun and games started all over again. This time with me and a rapt and very keen observer.

At a break in the proceedings, a hood Rob beckoned me over and had me kneel in front of where he was sitting and to suck his cock. Which I did - without the aid of rubber or PVC or any bondage, such was my level of arousal and submission. This was done with Kathryn "roughing me up" a little from behind - I would love to have the same experience with her using a strap on (small please) on me as I pleasured Rob.

I finished Rob off by hand and we enjoyed more conversation, wine and music.