Wish You Were Here.

Although this blog is about macs boots and bondage (mostly), these three things are not the only passions in my life. There's food, walking the dog, shooting, fishing, F1, racing and very much to the forefront, music.

I actually have a very wide musical taste ranging from a variety of different classical pieces (though I'd avoid saying I was a fan) through 70s prog rock right up to Coldplay (for instance).

However there is no doubt whatsoever that were I to be labelled a fan, I'd choose Pink Floyd and my Desert Island Discs would feather them heavily. In fact the one record I'd keep would be Us and Them (from dark Side of the Moon).

All of the above will attain some relevance when I tell you about my most recent visit to Kathryn and Rob.

This visit was huge fun, for multiple reasons - three different bondage sessions, dressing up as a lady, putting a rubber straight jacket on K, some very seriously good quality music, a couple of glasses of wine and a planned chaps night in getting pissed on very good wine, listening to very good music.

I drove to K&Rs as I usually do now, partly dressed. At the apartment I had inserted my butt plug, donned the new plastic pants, my tights and then my red rubber pants. The combination of the pants and tights, in the order I have described feels great and also serves to keep the butt plug in place. The plug does move a little which is lovely as it serves to remind me it is there and gives that extra thrill when I sit down as it pushes it hard!

In addition, I put on my ladies thigh length leather boots, that have a small enough heel that I can walk in them and drive, but not so small that were I to meet someone it would not be obvious that I was wearing ladies shoes.

Finally I added my heavy duty PVC jacket. It's a bit like a donkey jacket and as such can be worn in public without too much eyebrow raising.

When I got there K was getting dressed in a long leather coat in which she looked stunning (when doesn't she, Rob is a very lucky bloke) and I was told to get dressed.

I did so in my usual latex nightdress, bra, rubber gloves, body builders belt and blue PVC Rainmac mac.

K then took a tight fitting black leather hood with eye, mouth and nose holes and put that on me, laced it and buckled it tight. Finally she applied a very effective black leather blindfold which cut me off from the world almost totally.

She then led me very gently outside, placed me back first against a very sturdy tree and proceeded to use the wide luggage straps to strap me very tightly to the tree. Ankles, legs, mid section, torso and neck were all attached and she then just left me.

It was a mild evening but a little wind and whilst I knew in my heart I was in a discrete place, I might not have been and that thought, plus the breeze reminding me I was outside, made the experience a great thrill.

I truly have no idea how long I was strapped to the tree as first it was actually very comfortable and secondly I was away in a world of my own. The comfort came from the fact that the bondage was tight so there was very little standing for me to do, in fact had I been able to move I reckon I could have taken my feet off of the ground and still stayed put. Kathryn has promised one day to drive me to a local beauty spot and we'll go for a walk and bondage session really in potential public view - I can't wait!!!

After being released from the tree, K kept the blindfold on and led me indoors and only then took the blindfold off. At this point she offered yet another new, and heavenly experience to me, she offered to let me apply bondage to her in the form of a heavy rubber straight jacket.

She shed her long leather coat but kept her tall leather boots and underwear and I put the jacket on her and strapped it up. A very intense and intimate experience.

Then came the surprise of the evening when she told me that Rob was going to tie us both up, together on a heavy rubber sheet on the floor and then just leave us to stew.

Rob told us to lie on the floor face to face, of course with K in her straight jacket I had to help her down, so I did and then lay next to her. We were both on our sides and face to face.

Then Rob used the wide luggage straps to bind us together, neck, body and legs.

In a spectacular touch, he then dimmed the lights and put on Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd, and for a variety of reason with which I shall not bore you, my favourite Floyd album by a long chalk). It happens that K&R like their music a great deal and by any measure could be considered to be audiophiles. There audio gear is easily as good as their bondage gear :)

At that he left the room and K and I wriggled a great deal. As it happens, both K and I like tight bondage but part of the game is always to see if escape is possible and thus the wriggling was both very erotic but also very practical and we did escape - there's a challenge to Rob for a future date - and he is very definitely a bloke who likes to win!!

K and I then had a little lie down, her still in the straight jacket and me dressed as before, although so I could see her and talk priorly I did remove the hood.

Finally, K then tied me to the massage table on my back and blindfolded me. She has done this before and it, along with the tree outside, is probably my favourite bondage. Mostly because it is so comfortable and allows me to properly relax, but also because then is when she normally gets her magic vibrator thingy out and uses it on herself (incredibly erotic to be dressed and tied up and hear K bringing herself some pleasure) and then me.

Before she did this though she applied some make up to me and a blond wig. As I have said before, I am not in anyway inclined to actually be a lay, but the fact that she does this to me and the humiliation of seeing myself looking, frankly quite ridiculous, gives me such intense pleasure.

The evening ended with the three of use sharing a bottle of wine and chatting a great deal, whilst listening to some stunning music.

K and R topped off a simply stunning evening by giving me the leather hood I'd worn throughout the evening.

So there you have it, a simply wonderful evening in the company of two people I have come to regard, maybe presumptuously, as friends.

Kathryn - a visit in two parts.

I am off to see Kathryn and Ron this week and as such, am posting the story of my last visit (well two visits  one week apart).

The first visit saw two totally new experiences for me, and combined they rather blew my mind. So much so that after I was released, I basically did a runner from Kathryn's without much of a thank you.

The second was a more relaxed affair totally, and that is neither better nor worse, just different.

The first visit was one of the most erotic and intense experiences of my life - erotic and intense being separate as we had two distinct sessions.

The erotic first: I arrived as usual and got dressed, in my "ladies" garb, this being rubber pants, tights, thigh length leather boots, bra and latex nightdress.

Once dressed, Kathryn sat me down and applied make up (eye, face and lipstick), all very subtle. Being made up by Kathryn in this way was quite simply one of the most fantastic experiences I have ever had.

She put a blonde wig on my also and then took me into her sitting room where we had a chat.

Then she put a small pinky on me and made me polish the mac and boots she was wearing which I did happily and meticulously!

She made me parade around the room and offered her comments. Now there is no way at all I looked like a proper lady, but dressed as I was with lipstick and make-up on, I felt wonderful, better that I have ever done when dressed up.

We then spent a while cuddling, which is something I suspect both of us like and something I could quite frankly do for a very long time.

After this incredible experience, Kathryn instructed me to undress, I kept my pants and tights on as they help keep my butt plug in, and she put me into a vac bed! A first for me and a very intense experience. I rather think it was this that blew my mind.

I am not sure how long I was in there, but she used her magic machine on me to ensure I had an orgasm whilst being held captive by the vac bed.

So two new totally erotic and intense experiences in one short visit!

I knew I had to visit Kathryn again and soon so I booked another visit for a week later.

There it was more like sessions we'd had before. Kathryn did apply lipstick to me but only after she had tied me to the massage table.

Upon arrival I was told not to speak until spoken to as Kathryn was in the bath.

I got dressed, same gear as the week before (incidentally I do love travelling wearing my boots, rubber pants and butt plug) and was told to stand and wait. Kathryn then instructed me to choose the clothes I wanted her to wear. I chose some latex knicker, some knee length boots and a great PVC corset that she has worn before.

Once she was dressed, she tied me to the table, tightly and with great care and attention. I guess she knew I needed a relaxing session and for me there is nothing more relaxing than being tied up tightly. She even put a hood on me, which I have come to really love! I think I may even try and source my own hood before my next visit.

She kept me active for a while, quite a while and then freed me where we had our customary cuddle.

This being a great deal more relaxing, though no more or less enjoyable that the previous week, I was able to hang around for quite a while after, chatting. Kathryn is not just a wonderful rubber and bondage devotee, she is great company also.

So I am back this week and am hoping for a full make up session followed by whatever Kathryn has in mind, though a session where I put her into her rubber straight jacket has been promised and that is something for which I can hardly wait! Me dressed and made up as a lady actually getting to tie Kathryn up, how cool would that be?

If it happens, it will be reported here!

Am I really submissive?

or do I just like to get dressed up and get tied up. The truth is that I like to get dressed, and do it all of the time whenever I can including wearing boots and macs as everyday wear whenever possible, and getting tied up is for me the most pleasurable thing for me to physically, and mentally, experience.

I pose the question because I have just arranged another session, for next week, with Kathryn and I got to reflect a little on why I like what I do. This is not like me as usually I am a very easy come easy go kind of chap, whatever floats your boat (with obvious limits) is fine with me.

I tend to see all things in life as if they were raw beef. To my daughter raw beef is the food of the devil and must be avoided at all costs, to be it is heaven on a plate and must be enjoyed at every opportunity.

Does this tell you anything worthwhile about us as individuals? No of course it does not. Just as the fact that I love to be dressed up in PVC or rubber, tied up and generally "taken care of" does not actually make me submissive.

To explain further, my last visit to Kathryn saw me specify is some detail how I would like to be dressed and then tied. Of course, actually allowing myself to be tied up is an act of submission, but a willing act.

So if I willingly drive to Kathryn and Rob's place and let them/her dress me and tie me, am I submitting? No, in my view I am not.

So, as a further experiment, for the next visit, I have suggested to Kathryn no scenario whatsoever apart from the fact that she should do with me/have me do, whatever she pleases. Now that may result in me hoovering her carpet wearing the clothes in which I arrives all the way to being dressed in rubber and taken to the local pub for all I know. What I have decided however is that as an act of proper submission, I will do whatever I am told.

I'll keep you posted.

Further, as part of my reflection on the matter of me being submissive or not, I tried to think back a while and try to pinpoint why it is I like macs, boots and rubber. Remembering the raw beef thing in that I may just like macs, boots and bondage for no better reason that I like macs, boots and bondage!

What this thinking did do was to pinpoints some things/events in my past that may have contributed to my leaning the way I do.

First off was an experience as a very young child at school, primary school. When we did painting, we had to wear rubber sleeves that went all the way up our arms, to prevent the paint getting on our clothes. These sleeves were rubber, and elasticated at both top and bottom and always had to be put on by a teacher. I loved that feeling even though I didn't really like painting. Having rubber elasticated sleeves forcibly applied? Sounds lovely eh?

Then we come to the "red rubber mac and tights incident. Again as a young child, I recall an incident where on a day out to visit friends in Luton, we were walking their family dog and I slipped over in mud and essentially got covered. My parents friends only had two girls and neither of my parents drove, so public transport from the bus station in Luton, via train and then across London to Ealing, saw me dressed in most of my clothes except my own coat and trousers which had got covered. Instead I was made to wear some black tights from one of the daughters and an old red rubber mac. Of course I didn't want to, at all, but my mother made me and in doing so insisted the tights be pulled up properly to "keep me warm" and the mac be buttoned and belted. Being forcibly dressed in a feminine rubber mac and tights and humiliated. Sounds lovely eh?

Nappies. Not something I confess that often, but as a child I used to wet the bed. Remembering that the namby pamby ways of present day parenting did not exist when I was young, my parents approach to this was that, if I had a period of bed wetting, to make me wear a nappy to bed (as a ten year old). Humiliating especially as this fact was not hidden from either my sister or brother. Being made to wear a nappy and being humiliated. Sounds lovely eh?

Rubberised cotton mackintosh. My first ever girlfriend as a young man at school was a beauty called Jackie and on our first date she arrived to meet me at the bus stop wearing a green rubberised cotton mac, brand new, which had a truly wondrous aroma and that she nearly always wore belted and buttoned, and more often that not with boots. Early physical experiences for me with kissing and getting close to a girl were nearly always at bust stops or walking her home when she would be dressed thus. Making out with a beautiful lady who's wearing a rubberised cotton mac and knee length boots. Sounds lovely eh?

Being tucked in. My father, who worked tremendously long hours, was not always there when we went to bed. When he was, and when we were young, he'd "tuck us in". But he'd do so with such vim and vigour that it was quite impossible to move and inch. Being made immobile by someone else in control of you. Sounds lovely eh?

As someone who has struggled with my weight for most of my adult life, I have tried most things in order to lose weight. My first wife suggested I get an exercise suit, as in those days I would job and also played a lot of tennis. The exercise suit she got for me came from Lillywhite's in Piccadilly and was essentially rubber track suit, which she actively encouraged me to wear every time I exercised. I loved it and would contrive to wear it pretty much any time I could. On one occasion even cooking dinner whilst wearing it, on the pretext of being in a hurry having just got back from a tennis game. At this point she essentially forced me to wear her PVC apron in case I spoilt the rather expensive exercise suit. Being dressed in rubber and forced to wear a feminine PVC garment. Sounds lovely eh?

So who knows, maybe the events listed above are ones that I remember BECAUSE I like macs boots and bondage, or maybe they all contributed to me liking macs boots and bondage.

When all is said and done though, it does not really matter as I love macs, boots and bondage, separately or combined, I love to be humiliated and that is all there is to it.

I am happy being who I am and wish only that I could share my passion with my wife, as I can't I share it with other for which I am terribly grateful, both for the fact of the experience and for knowing that I am not alone in my passion.

As I said, raw beef :)

multiple layers

A recent visit to Kathryn and Rob in Sheffield saw a very different experience for me with them.

In past visits I have arrived and simply put myself in their hands. And each time I have had great fun and have blogged accordingly.

Following on from the last visit where I was taken in hand by just Kathryn, as Rob was travelling, I asked for this time to be just Kathryn aslo, though Rob was there, he just didn't participate in the session.

What made it different is that this time, I prescribed what I'd like to happen, quite specifically in fact.

I wanted to try several layers of clothes including macs, with many of the macs on back to front.

Is it weird to want a mac on back to front? No more I suppose than it is to want to wear one the right way on but for pleasure rather than waterproofing!

For me, and I have had macs on back to front before, there is a rather exquisite feeling to having a mac on back to front.

First and foremost, unless you are a contortionist, it is pretty impossible to put a mac on back to front and then do it up, so the mac must be put on you, and done up behind you. This is a form of dressing and bondage that contains an element of humiliation and is very erotic.

Secondly, even though no ropes or straps are involved, once you have had the mac put onto you, buttoned and maybe even belted, there's no taking it off again easily, unless you are a contortionist. Wondering out loud, would a contortionist get the same pleasure out of bondage that I do?

So my request was multiple layers, back to front macs and very very tight bondage. By tight I mean the type of bondage I have had with Mistress Atrum-Dea, and in fact my first wife, before. Not moving a muscle, total bondage with a blindfold, gag and ear defenders so sensory deprivation is the order of the day.

On the day of my visit I had a pretty bad cold, so the gag was left off, but the rest was applied with great skill, as I have come to expect!

So on the day of my visit, I decided to try something slightly new and partially dress in my apartment before I travelled to their place.

First off I inserted my butt plug, this is something I don't always do but find it so terribly erotic, I could easily become addicted to it! Then a pair of my black latex pants (more a type of bloomer really), then tights and then another pair of latex pants, this time red. Both pairs of pants were pulled on very tight and high, as were the tights so as to keep the butt plug in place and to reinforce the wonderful feeling of it being held there.

On a seperate note, the drive to Kathryn and Rob's house from my apartment was made all the more pleasurable by each movement of the car over the road being instantly transmitted to the butt plug and hence to my backside. I shall be looking into some longer periods of butt plug wearing, any advice would be very welcome!

So with my underwear taken care of, I got dressed in my usual jeans and shirt and donned my rubber riding boots. These boots are another source of lasting pleasure as just pulling them on makes me happy, wearing then outside makes me feel slightly daring and wearing them for long periods is downright erotic (for me at least).

So I drove to K&R's house and was met by Kathryn wearing a wonderful outfiut of shiny boots and a georgeous looking matt black mac. I have mentioned this before and I want to avoid it looking odd or obesssional, but Kathryn is a very attractive lady without PVC and macs, with them she is sublime to look at. On this visit she was not wearing her usual hood.

So we started to dress, and the emphasis is on the we. Typically I dress alone and emerge for my bondage fully dressed, but of course the macs on back to front idea meant that K had to help me dress and in fact dress me mostly.

I took off my civvies and was left with just butt plug, latex pants, tights and rubber riding boots. First on was my usual black rubber nightdress (no bra this time) followed by my very heavy duty oilskin, back to front. With me already fully transformed from normal Peter into submissive Peter, the application by K of a heavy duty and quite stiff mac, back to front, very nearly sent me over the top. With each button she did up, I descended further into that happy place I inhabit when dressed and bound.

Then I had my blue PVC Rainmac mac applied, back to front, followed by the first of two identical macs.

These macs are not what I would consider to be conventional fetish wear, in fact that really are street wear and how I came to have two of them warrants a little explanation.

Tooling around on the internet, as I do quite often in dull meetings at work, looking for macs and stuff (which I very often do), I came across clothes by Isle Jacobsen (Danish I think, and check the spelling of the first name) and found they do one mans mac which is, as I say, streetwear but natural rubber and polyester. So I ordered one, at roughly £180 and eagerly awaited delivery.

Now because I am a fairly bulky bloke, I ordered XXL. When it came it was bloody HUGE, Danes must be amongst the biggest people on the planet!

So I ordered an XL, which was also huge, but not HUGE. So I ordered an L. The L is now my regular day to day coat and very lovely it is too, but of course I now had both an XL and XXL spare. Before I get any comments that I could have sent them back, I will tell you, and if you are reading this you'll almost certainly know what I am talking about, parting with a mac is something I just can't contemplate! In fact it was owning two oversized macs that turned me to the multiple layers back to front idea in the first place.

Back to dressing up, the first of the Jacobsen macs went on and was done up.

The final layer was the XXL Jacobsen but with a kink, I asked K to apply it without my arms going into the sleeves, essentially she wrapped it around me and did it up, zip and press studs behind me.

Frankly at this stage I was in pretty much total bondage in that had I needed to escape I very much doubt I could have.

I have acquired many luggage straps for bondage, 1.8m in length, about three inches wide and secured with velcro. K has these and placed three on my upper body/torso. A tough job as I am six feet tall and quite round even without several layers of clothes, and K isn't. So she had to work hard to get these applied and that felt great too.

K then helped me lie down on her massage table, on my back and placed a cushion under my head. This helped keep my airways clear (remember my cold) but had the rather happy side effect of pushing my throat against the several layers of back to front mac collar. A lovely feeling which even though I don't really go in for breath control, was very erotic.

Once comfortable on the bed, she then applied a blindfold and ear defenders and proceeded to bind my feet and legs with several more straps and then even more bondage was applied by tying me to the bed.

There followed and hour of heavenly release from my day to day world as she flitted in and out, teased me by bringing oh so close to a climax with her magic vibrator thingy and at times by placing the very heavy rubber sheet that K&R had used on me before, over me.

Finally K appeared with a strap on that she made me suck and finally she finished me off.

Having climaxed, she then left me to stew for a while. This alone is a massive turn on as for me, and I know quite a lot of others into bondage, after a climax the urge to get out of bondage and clothes is very strong. Of course K owns me totally when I am there so I get let out when she thinks it is time.

She did, I showered and went home, after a coffee and chat with K&R, mostly about cars and headphones :)

Next time I visit K, I am reverting to type and letting her decide what happens as that is truly submissive, I rather hope though that she use the strap on, on me. Being buggered by K whilst fully under her command makes me go giddy just thinking of it.

Oh, and at sometime in the not too distant future I rather hope to see K in her splendid rubber straight jacket!

Kathryn and Rob.

I have visited a couple of times since my last blog, each time with more great bondage, more great dressing up and a really great and stress free evening.

Kathryn and Rob are wonderful hosts and understand me so very well, the time before last I even managed to be tied up outside, which is a very special pleasure for me.

I tend not to blog everything I do, but had a visit to Kathryn recently that just has to be shared.

I, as usual, contacted K&R via Rubberpal and asked if they'd be free to see me and the reply was quick and somewhat surprising (to me at least). It was Kathryn telling me that Rob was away on business and that so long as I didn't mind it would be just her.

Mind? Of course not, as I have said before, Kathryn starts of being an awfully attractive lady and it just gets better as she dons her shiny clothes.

So we agreed that I'd visit and I thought little more of it (actually I thought of little else, but my point is that I put it into my diary and that is all I needed).

On the day, I didn't actually confirm to Kathryn that I'd be there, which was a little rude of me, but just turned up at the agreed time.

Kathryn on the other hand had been on Rubberpal that afternoon and had seen that I was logged in. The fact of the matter is that I stay logged in via my Mac at home, all the time, so whereas she thought I was at home, I was in fact en route.

This is a very long winded way of saying that when I arrived, Kathryn was in civvies and not, as she usually is, in her shiny finest.

After a quick chat, she told me to go and get dressed as she would be doing the same.

My outfit was: rubber pants, tights, bra (I have quite taken to the lady side of my fetish), thigh length leather boots (small heel but most certainly female wear) and my blue Rainmac PVC ladies mackintosh (belted of course).

K came and found me and was partially dressed in a figure hugging red and black PVC bodice and her mac (as seen in previous blog/pictures) on but not buttoned or belted. Also no boots.

I was told to go and sit in the sitting room and did so.

Shortly K came in with mac done up but carrying her shiny boots, handed the boots to me and instructed me to put them on her.

With my rubber gloved hands this was quite a challenging thing to do, not helped at all by the highly sensual experience of being dressed as I was and being made to kneel in front of a beautiful lady, dressed in PVC, and help her on with her boots.

I don't care if you share my fetish or not, this has to be the stuff of which dreams are made for most men!

Boots on, I was instructed to caress the booted legs. It may be worth pointing out, that once I am dressed in my fetish gear, I am submissive in the extreme. I do nothing unless instructed.

As I may have said before, one of the pleasures of visiting K&R is the absence of any artifice or silliness. It's proper adult dressing up and bondage fun, so I am very happy indeed to submit totally. Actually, dressed and in the company of K&R, I'd do anything that I was told to do.

So dressed, kneeling and caressing a booted ladies legs is hardly a tough challenge and frankly would have been worth the trip just for the fun I'd had thus far.

K then informed me that I'd be tied to a chair but with two changes from my normal quite thorough bondage. One was that I'd have no hood, as K told me, she wanted me to see everything that happened. The second change was that one hand was to be kept partially free as "I might need it later" she said.

I'd taken a few of my favourite luggage straps that K used to bind me tightly to the chair. These straps are perfect for totally securing the victim without the rope marks issue and very easy for someone of a smaller build (K is petite) to apply.

So, strapped tightly to a chair I was left to relax, but upon her return K instructed me to caress her backside and back. Hard to do but I managed and yet again a very intensive and frankly erotic experience.

After a while of being left alone again, K released my legs but not my torso and instructed me to lie down on the bed where we cuddled.

Sounds very tame but it wasn't at all and frankly I'd be rather ungallant describing any further.

Finally, the climax to the evening was for me to be put back in the chair and made to watch K pleasure herself with her magic machine, the vibrating thingy that she also uses on me.

This time though in a very agreeable and new experience, she put a thick semi-transparent plastic hood/bag type thing over my head. Not enough to stop me breathing, or even really impair my breathing but HUGELY erotic and something I hope she'll do again and again!

No pictures this time I am afraid, but this visit topped any other fetish related experience I have had in my life, by a long stretch and I do sincerely hope for many more to come.

A totally new experience

This Monday just gone I had an experience that was unique for me, a first if you will. It follows on from my last posting here where I described my aim to be dressed as a lady, and then bound.

Coincidentally, I made contact through RubberPal with a couple in the Sheffield area.

After a couple of emails back and forward, no doubt for both of us to ensure the other was largely sane, we agreed to meet.

At the time of agreeing to meet, my plan to be a lady was not fully formed, but I gained the impression from both their profile and the communication that we had, that this would not represent a problem.

I set off from my apartment in Sheffield with all of my new kit, having tried it all on in the apartment first to ensure it all fit. The kit was: thigh length low heeled leather boots (I didn’t wish to look ridiculous in high heels :)), rubber pants, normal tights, my new rubber night dress, my bra with stuffing and a wonderful soft, blue PVC mac from Rainmac. Of course I had my weightlifters belt (acts as a sort of corset) and my rubber gloves.

Upon arrival I was met by the lady of the house, a very attractive and petite lady, dressed in a rubber skirt, boots and a rubber top with jacket. In fact she had over it to start with a dressing gown as she had to open her drive gate for me to get in!

Getting into the house I was further greeted by her partner, also dressed in rubber - not being into men I am not sure exactly what he wore apart from a rather fetching heavy mac.

I got dressed, for the first time in front of other people, as a lady. Obviously not really as  lady, but as a bloke dressed as  a lady. The feeling of dread and humiliation in having to show myself to the couple was exquisite and agonizing at the same time!

I then sat myself on a sofa in their sitting room and we discussed, as normally as I’d discuss Formula One with a friend, what I’d like and what the limits were. This was a very attentive and considerate couple who clearly wanted to ensure I had a great evening - which I most certainly did!

Kathryn asked my to parade myself around the room and to unbelt and unbutton my mac so they could see what I had on underneath. Again, and equally agonizing and yet exquisite experience.

And then, down to the business of getting tied up. First, they applied a leather hood to me, and as I had said before, the hood if the final part of the equation in turning me from the usually assertive Peter to the totally submissive peter!

Kathryn had beforehand applied some leather bondage mittens, a first for me and they were remarkably effective yet totally comfortable. I can say that there would be no escape from them though, you would need help to get out of them.

Robert then proceeded to tie my up using a very long single length of rope starting at my ankles and all the way up to my upper arms and chest.

Not so tight that it was unpleasant but tight enough to look great and feel even better.

I was then placed on a massage table and tied down, and caressed pretty heavily by, I think, both of them.

Not since I used to be tied in in a similar way by my first wife, have I experienced such relaxing bondage.

After a while they left me to relax and returned only to place a very heavy rubber sheet over me, this rubber sheet made my bondage even more complete and very gently, but pleasantly restricted my breathing.

A while later I was taken off of the bed and tied to a chair, where Kathryn was kind enough, after a while, to untie me from the chair and escort me, hobbling, to the sitting room where I got a period of tied up total relaxation before being let out.

So, a couple of firsts for: dressing as a rubberised lady with boots and bra, being bound and attended to by a couple, both of which were a great pleasure.

I can very strongly recommend a visit to this couple, if they agree to accommodate you and personally I shall be exploring the dressed up as a lady lark a great deal more!

A new direction?

Last week I happened to be in the vicinity of Weathervain in Kew with an hour to kill.

What’s a mackintosh lover to do in such circumstances? Pay a visit of course, so I did.

The first thing to report is that Weathervain have a new material on their books called double proofed rubber. Essentially a very (very) stiff material rather reminiscent of the old style very stiff PVC. It comes in a few different colours, mostly quite light.

Whilst there I tried on, and was sorely tempted by, a mackintosh in fawn coloured double proofed rubber. This was quite simply the heaviest mac I have ever donned ( know that Straitjacketed would fall in love with it straight away!). Only the lack of somewhere decent to store such a wonderful garment stopped me buying it.

I did however get myself measured by the staff for a Weathervain exercise suit in the same material, white.

I’d suggest most people would be better off being measured for such garments in this material as it has no give whatsoever.

I now have to wait a couple of weeks for it to be made and shall report in due course. I am hopeful that due to the weight of the material, it will have both the macintosh and bondage effect. Of course, when I go back to collect it, I’ll almost certainly be tempted by another mac, SBR or the double proofed rubber is yet to be decided. Watch this space.

Whilst there, I also picked up a black latex nightdress.

Anyone who knows me or has read my blog will know that my personal passion is macs, boots and bondage, and typically in the more industrial kind of variety. This is because I am a stout bloke who enjoys the heavier kind of clothing and bondage.

I am not sure what made me pick up the nightdress but I did. That evening in my apartment in Sheffield, I tried it out with the full paraphernalia - waders, rubber pants x 2, rubber gloves x 2, and my new heavyweight black rubber mac.

Moving about in the nightdress I was struck by the rather splendid sensation of the hem slightly restricting my walking and slapping against my booted legs with each step. Struck and very thrilled.  This led me down a path that I had really not considered before and that is to dress up as a lady. Again, anyone who knows me will know that I am not feminine in any way and I truly have no desire to be a lady, I am very happy indeed being a chap!

But this thought is now firmly in my head, and when a thought gets into my head it generally sees the light of day sometime soon and this is what I plan to do.

I’ve ordered the right sized bra and some low heeled leather thigh boots. I already have tights as I often wear them when wearing waders as it makes getting the waders on over rubber clothing so much easier.

I have also ordered a green PVC mac from Rainmac - ladies, and this has arrived and fits me perfectly.

When the bra and boots arrive, I plan an evening dressed as a lady.

If it all works out well, and I have high hopes, I aim to pluck up the courage and get myself a lengthy bondage session with Atrum-Dea thus dressed.

I know that she will be OK with this and will almost certainly see the funny side of it all.

I shall report back, and of course if it gets as far as A-D, then there will be pictures.

Peter