Latexcheeks

Continues from the series Chat Room Games Chapter 1 – First Test I am completely immobilized. I look through the Perspex of the full-face dive helmet and suck at the stale air flowing through the rebreather. The air is stale since the fresh air is only feeding the system at about fifteen percent. I am spread-eagle (sort of) floating in suspension about six feet beneath the surface of the bay. I cannot move and am looking at the surface of the water that is now bright sunny shimmers but was earlier dark as night has long since given way to day. Eva/Evan is providing buddy duty and monitoring me for any stress or rebreather system malfunctions. He doesn’t seem to notice my periodic convulsions as frustrated orgasmic denial pushes me toward the brink of insanity. I’ve lost count of the number of times the near-cums have left me breathless, unfulfilled and wanting blessed relief. ...

continued from chapter 2/3 Chapter 4 Arrival at the airport is posing unforeseen issues. The aircraft isn’t prepared to handle the gurneys as Lydia promised. Evan and I are transferred to wheel chairs. Our air bottles are lashed to the back and the spectacle of two rubber-clad orange aliens attracts a plethora of stares and comments. The airline isn’t too keen on taking us aboard. They think we are some sort of freaks. I wonder at how much Lydia told us was true in the ambulance. It seems to me the airline is totally unprepared for us. ...

Prologue The thick latex flows through my fingers as I allow my thoughts of fantasy carry my mind to the dark recess of desire. I study the intricate details of the suit. The pale orange color is what caught my initial attention. The suit is not a loud and bright burst of color but a subtle expression of orange… if orange can be subtle. It isn’t the loud “don’t hit me” of a safety vest. It isn’t an “in your face” orange. It looks more like an orange smoothie. It is orange infused with cream… it is a wonderfully smooth orange that says, “Let me envelope you in bliss.” ...

continued from chapter 1 Chapter 2 I arrive at work the next morning. The sun is low behind thick gathering clouds. The dark morning dawn is chill. I feel the hint of rain in the air. It looks to be a blustery day. Evan’s car is parked in its place. I note that he seems to be in early. I hurry into the building while carrying my hold-all bag with my goodies. I expect I may have a chance to play on line again today so I am ready with my usual traveling kit. The bag contains two catsuits, three full hoods, gloves, high-heel thigh boots, corset, and posture collar. The drysuit is also inside the bag as I was wearing it when I went home. I am wearing my sheath panties with toys inserted. ...

continued from part 2 Chat Room Games – Part 3 Dec 31 – New Years Eve. The chat begins with me pasting the diary entries into the discussion with Mistress Karen. Rather than repeat it I let you know she sent many J faces and :D faces. [08:26] nice story [08:26] “You need more fluid and a good bath,” she said. [08:27] So ended Tuesday, December 29. [08:27] :) [08:27] and that is the end of the entries, MIstress. the rest of the night was pretty normal ...

Note: My part of this conversation is exactly as it happened with no edits to the typos. Hopefully the reader will figure out the words though some of them are hard to decipher. Three pairs of gloves and restricted vision and the high state of arousal have a very definite impact on coordinated chat. I changed the name of the other chat participant and some of her lines to improve the English. The essence of the session remains true. The diary entries relate the events after each chat. ...

continued from part one Chat Room Games – part 2 Chat Room Consequences – December 29, 2009 The chat room dialogue recorded here is exactly the way it happened, including the typographic errors. The consequences of the chat continue after the connection closed. [09:21] hello, MIstress. It is I, latexcheeks [09:24] ? [09:24] yes. not wearing any latex at the moment so i am in cotton [09:24] thus i am cottontail, Mistress ...

This weekend I tested the comfort of a new Drysuit. The main thing is that I try to minimize what I wear beneath the suits for comfort. I typically use a latex catsuit with a spandex catsuit over it as my undergarment when I dive on the job. I find these are very comfortable for movement and the spandex creates an excellent insulation barrier that allows for diving in waters like the Puget Sound. This undergarment combination works perfectly for me since I am a bit of a rubber fetishist. I doubt someone not into rubber would be as excited about the results. ...

This compilation of reports were sent to my then rubber mistress. They take place during two different weekends the first in December 2003 and the second in January 2004, Martin Luther King Day weekend. They are related entries and here they are for your reading and rubbery fantasizing pleasure. Hello my rubber pets, Tonight you are to go out for dinner: You may choose your outer clothing to cover as much or as little as you wish to. ...

It’s getting dark now, almost time to begin. I look out the door of my room. It is open a small fraction and I am hidden in the shadow of the dark room. I see no one in the immediate field of my vision. I turn my head from side to side in an effort to view the entire area. My peripheral vision is reduced a bit. But I am ahead of myself in this tale… ...