These pages tell the story of a love which is difficult to imagine. It is a love based on trust, trust in oneself and one’s partner. The couple in this story are two ordinary people who develop a bond based on mutual love for each other. The love was kindled and nurtured through a courtship, promised to last eternal in marriage vows, and consummated in a crucible of passion which remains undying. The passion of love and exploration of new ways of expressing that love of broadening horizons.

Diary of a Week in Heaven
Day 1

To celebrate our Tenth Anniversary, Jenny and I decided to do something different. We planned to leave the kids at Grandma’s and take a little vacation on our own to a secluded mountain lake. A friend of mine had a cabin on the lake. He lent me the keys to the cabin and the boat he kept there. He asked me if I wanted any tips on good fishing spots as he handed over the keys. I decided that I wouldn’t need them. While I got the kids ready and off to Grandma’s house, I left Jenny to tend to packing our things. We planned on being away for a week. I dropped the kids off, left Mom instructions on how to reach us and was back to the house in time to load the car. I loaded the two suit cases Jenny had packed and a box of food into the back and we were off!

The five hour drive took us from the hectic pace of civilization and brought us to a remote mountain hide-away. The crystal clear water of the lake reflected the surrounding beauty like a mirror. The view was spectacular as I pulled into the front yard of the cabin. An unobstructed vista of the lake with the mountain backdrop was breathtaking. There were no other signs of human beings in sight. Jenny got from the car and ran to the door. Opening it she waited for me.
“Well? Are you going to carry me over the threshold?” Jenny asked.
“Why not,” I said. She kissed me and smiled as I picked her up and walked through the door.

After the ceremonial threshold scene, I went out and got the car unloaded. I brought in the box of food and sundries. While Jenny unpacked and put the food away, I brought in the two suitcases and put them in the bedroom. I noticed that they were locked so I left them for Jenny to unpack. I went out to the front room.
“I promised you a special week, Honey. After all, we’ve been together ten glorious years. You go into the bathroom and take a shower while I finish unpacking,” Jenny said.
“Sure, fine.” I went into the bathroom and undressed. Leaving my clothes in a heap, I set the water temperature and climbed into the shower. I started to sing as I let the water flow over my body. The warm water eased the ache in my bones which had resulted from the long drive. I must have run the shower for twenty minutes. It was so relaxing to feel the water drum off my body. I rinsed myself and reluctantly got out to dry. I noticed that my clothes were picked up. Thinking nothing of it I stepped into the bedroom. Jenny had laid out a latex body suit for me. 

Only mildly surprised, Jenny and I were long term latex lovers, I went to the suit case to see what other clothes she had packed.  I wasn’t quite ready for rubber games yet. I opened the suit case and what a surprise. There were only rubber garments in it. Two full body suits, one with a penal sheath and one with front zipper and no sheath; three different hoods, one with eye, nose, and mouth openings, one with no eye openings, one with only a mouth opening; a pair of stocking-foot waders; one pair of stockings; one pair of latex jeans; two latex tee shirts; one turtle-neck long sleeve shirt; some latex briefs; a pair of heavy rubber shorts; a rubber rain coat; and two pairs of gloves.

“Honey, Where are the rest of my clothes?” I called out. Jenny strode to the door. She was dressed in her red latex body suit. The latex covered her from her stockinged feet to her gloved hands to the top of her head. The light reflected off the soft firm curves of her latex encased legs and revealed her stunningly narrow latex covered waist. Her breasts were straining against the rubber skin and aroused nipples punctuated the soft mounds. The lips of her love triangle pushed against the rubber skin provocatively. She wiggled her perfect latex covered buns enticingly and very innocently replied, “Why I didn’t pack anything else, Dear. What were you planning on wearing while we are here?”
“We have to wear something,” I said. The clothes on my back when we came up could get pretty gamey in a week.”
“What clothes? I’ve put yours and my street clothes into a box and locked them away. You don’t need them this week, buster. Now you’d better get dressed before I get really mad.” Her tone of voice became more threatening as she spoke.

Knowing when I’m licked, and liking it this time, I went to the bed and started to dress. I powdered the legs of the black latex suit and slid my feet into them. I made sure each foot was firmly seated into the attached stocking and slowly pulled the suit up over the knees, the thighs and the hips. I made sure that my already stirring manhood was fitted into the sheath as I powdered the arms and carefully fitted my hands and arms into the sleeves and attached gloves. I used a pull string to close the zipper to my neck, first making sure that the shoulders were properly adjusted. The cocooning effect of the latex was as powerful as ever. I carefully put the attached hood to my face, adjusted the eyes, nose and mouth openings and finished closing the zipper. I was transformed into a mighty latex warrior. 

Sexual power radiated from my body with every movement. I looked in the mirror before going to meet my latex mate, my mentor, my lover, my dominatrix. The strength of the latex man was exquisitely balanced by the domination Jenny would have over my body. Invulnerability in the latex armor balanced by vulnerability of desire to satisfy her every whim and more. I strode to the door to meet my latex lover. We embraced and locked our mouths together in an overpowering kiss. Jenny’s desire overwhelmed me and I held her latex warmed body to mine. She rocked against my tool and I exploded into the latex sheath. She shook with her own orgasm and shouted for more! I dropped to my knees and plunged my mouth to her crotch and tonguing her quivering clit which was thinly veiled by the rubber skin. She doubled over in another explosion and dropped exhausted to the floor.
She whispered into my ear, “I love you so much my rubber man.” 

Day 2

Last night was the most exquisite since the kids were born. No interruptions, no worry of the kids surprising us. Just the two of us in latex heaven. What could exceed last night. Jenny had made up the bed with rubber sheets and we made love until we slept, exhausted in each others rubber covered arms. It was raining. Today we changed our soiled body suits for new ones and washed them out while occasionally teasing each other by rubbing the rubber clad bodies in the most erotic places. We put on waders and rain gear and walked in the woods. I found a little stream and just like kids, we built a dam and created a small wading pool. The clear water invited us to sit and enjoy the cool water against our rubber clad bodies. 

The rain soon stopped and later the sun broke through the clouds warming the parts of the body not in the water. I went to the bank and pulled my hood in place. Jenny recognized the signal and was soon on me. We kissed as I undid her zip front. I released my member and plunged the rubber sheathed penis deep into her body. She arched from the penetration and rode me to an explosive orgasm. Jenny jumped back into the water, pulling me with her. The cool water cooled me. I was frustrated.
“I didn’t make mine” I groused.
“You weren’t supposed to this time,” she retorted. “I want you to save your strength for later. Remember, us women have an advantage when it comes to sex and I want you ready for a long session.”

Day 3

What a night last night was! Jenny fixed a light meal for us and as I was putting up the dishes, she pulled me into the bedroom. 
“Put the front zip suit over your suit! Your tool must be in prison tonight.” I complied putting the suit on and closing the zip, trapping my manhood behind the latex and enclosing my body in a second skin. Next Jenny took the hood with only a mouth opening and strapped it onto my head. I was blinded. She pushed me back on my feet and landed on the edge of the bed. Next I heard her spreading something on the floor. She took my hand and guided me few steps and told me to sit down with my legs out. Next she bound my arms to my side and tied my ankles together. She ordered me to lay down. Jenny proceeded to pull a body bag around me and close the zipper. In anticipation, I wondered if this was one of our double sided blow up bags. She fitted the breathing tube into my mouth and secured my head with a neck strap. She finished closing the zipper. I waited for a few moments then I could hear the sound of the electric motor of the air pump. Yes! 

The pressure of the bag began to close against me. The sounds of the pump receded until I heard nothing but my own breathing and heart. The sameness of the surrounding pressure began to take effect as I began to float in a dream. The dream was rubber... 
Strapping a hood with attached brief to my head, Jenny forces me to kneel. I feel her rubber clad legs slip into the brief and she pulls me face toward the latex covered love mound. As my tongue makes contact, I am in ecstacy. I drive the tongue against the rubber barrier and massage her clit. She undulates against me bringing waves of pleasure to my whole being. As she comes she squeezes my head between the latex vice of her legs. She wants more. She reverses her position in the brief and I tongue at her ass. I can feel her throbbing organ pushing against my chin as I push my tongue into the rubber covered crack. She arches her back in another violent explosion of passion. Jenny is insatiable! Incredibly she demands more attention. I can only comply and apply my tongue again to her love nest...

I slowly drift to another fantasy...hand-in-rubber clad hand, Jenny and I are walking in a rain soaked forest. Our rubber body suits and rain gear conspire to warm us while at the same time, the chill rain provides a balancing environment. The hooded faces are behind respirators. We present an almost alien appearance in our rubber garments. Finally, we reach the slough and step into the water. Our feet sink into the muddy bottom and the chest waders are covered to the crotch. We stand facing each other and embrace, stroking each other’s body. I feel Jenny’s breast through the layers of rubber as she strokes my chest. I rub the lower body against her and she responds. Hot with desire and passion she rips the respirators from her face and mine and presses her tongue urgently through the mouth hole in a sensuous kiss. I explode into my latex body suit and almost fall down from weakness. We stand holding each other until the passion subsides. Wading in the mud can have that effect...I am alone in a world of rubber. 

My total focus is centered on those few cubic feet of inflated rubber embracing my body and soul. I feel the loneliness of some alien galactic traveler. My breathing is controlled and steady. I focus my thoughts on the few square inches of rock hard cock which is trying to burst forth from the latex gripping it. A fantastic kaleidoscope of thoughts tumble into my mind. Always central is the completeness of the enveloping arms of the latex. Jenny in her skin tight latex catsuit pushes into a corner of my thoughts. Her presence is welcome. Her love for me is complete. She shared her love for rubber clothing with me ten years ago and has been at my side guiding me in my training until I am a total rubber man. A rubberist with no limiting horizon. I feel my desire for Jenny growing and I can see her looming in my mind. Her rubber clad hand strokes my face, my chest, my manhood...I drift into a sleep. 

I awaken to darkness. Where am I? My orientation is confused.  There is no up or down. A pressure envelopes me completely. I hear my heart and breathing accelerate. I’m trapped in this lonely place. I’m not sure I even alive. Yet I know where I am. I try to scream out, “I’m alive!” A presence blocks my throat and the shout is but a whisper. I remember, I am in a latex bag, a prison of rubber. My mind suddenly leaps on the reality that I want this moment to end… but not yet...I want more from the rubber. I feel life surge into my cock. It pushes against the layers of rubber. I undulate as much as the restraints allow. I feel the power of the rubber as it conspires to take me to higher levels of ecstacy. I focus on the hard cock. I am alive in rubber. I AM ALIVE IN RUBBER!!! I explode with a violent and complete release of passion. My mind drifts off and I fall 
asleep again...

Jenny kept me in the bag all night last night. I have never endured the bag for so long a period. I reached a new level of awareness. I saw my innermost self exposed in this ordeal in rubber. This morning when she released me, I fell into her arms and we exploded with a passion which I didn’t know could exist. After we finished making love we cleaned up, put on rubber jeans and tee shirts and went for a walk. The morning air was reborn afresh. Hand-in-hand, we walked by the lake, exploring the shoreline, marveling at the natural beauty surrounding us.  Finally I asked, “How did you know I needed last night?”
Jenny responded, “I didn’t know for certain. I just had a feeling that you might find a night of solitude and meditation good for your inner self.”
“But how did you know the blow-up bag would have such an effect?”
“I really didn’t. What effect?” she asked.
“You really don’t know?” I asked. Then I continued, “Tonight you’re the slave and I am the master. The experience is something to feel. Words can’t describe it.” 

That night after dinner I donned my mask and hip boots and heavy rubber garments as master of the “Dungeon of Desire and 
Deprivation”. I soon had Jenny bound as I had been the night before and enclosed in the bag. I turned on the air pump and 
Jenny was transported into the World of Rubber which I had experienced just the night before. Twice that evening I heard muffled cries of alarm. Though tempted to release her I knew the alarm would pass and sure enough her cries became those of passion. The bag shook twice times in conjunction with her most ardent shouts. Once, toward morning, she came with a mere whisper, too exhausted to come stronger. I exploded each time she came into the latex suit I wore. About four a.m. she was still. She slept until I released the bag at nine. 

Day 4

Jenny burst forth from the bag and leaped at me. I fell to the floor with surprise as she proceeded to rape me. She screamed with passion and raked at my rubber suit. If her finger nails weren’t covered by the latex gloves she would have torn my clothes.
“I understand now!” she cried as we came together in passion. I’ve never felt so alive in all my life! I’ve been into the rubber scene for fifteen years but never have I achieved such a total fulfillment of joy! I love you, Dave, with my heart and my soul. This week is turning out as perfectly as I expected.”
That morning we decided to stay another week. I reluctantly cleaned up and put on street clothes to go to the store to get supplies and make a call to Mother. I returned as soon as I could and was back into rubber before you could say “Rubber me up” three times.

Epilogue

We had seven more days of rubber heaven. We explored more possibilities and variations of latex love than I would have thought possible. The ecstacy ended as we donned our street clothes, packed away our rubber play things and drove the five hours back to the “normal” life of traffic jams, job deadlines, and stress. Jenny and I made a solemn promise to each other...we won’t wait ten years to take a break in rubber heaven again.
 
 
 

16.06.02