Author's Note: Where does the truth end and fantasy begin or is it all true? 

I was staying at the Westin in Atlanta and my room was on the fifty-ninth floor. I was here for a conference with my work. It was a two day conference but I had to stay three nights. As usual I carried a nice supply of latex for my trip. It always made me use a slightly larger suitcase but the pleasure in latex was worth it. There was always that thrill as the bags came out of the baggage claim too. Maybe the bag was damaged or opened? Though I always had the latex in a plastic bag, you never knew for certain what might be visible to the other passengers. 

I rode MARTA to town, the best $1.50 ride in the world. The Peachtree Westin was one block from th Peachtree station and in the heart of Atlanta. I checked into the hotel and immediately decided to rubber up. It had been over two weeks since I had done a thorough rubbering, transforming myself into "sealedinrbrbill". It had been about ten days too long and I wasted no time donning my sheath brief, my hoods and tee shirt. I added a second brief to make certain the cock wasn't going to abandon it's sheath home. Then I applied myself to the task of donning the four catsuits that were the trademark of "sealedinrbrbill". 

The first suit was the front zip eighteen mil. Latex Parke from SOA. It has an open hood and I have attached gloves to it. I pulled the well-powdered suit up my legs and over the briefs and tee shirt. I stuffed my arms into the sleeves and worked my finger into the gloves. I pulled the zipper up and taped it shut with plastic tape. I beginning to warm up inside the first rubber layers but I am not done yet. 

I took my shoulder entry molded catsuit and begin to work my legs into the openings I planted the feet into the attached feet socks and slowly worked the suit up my legs. This suit is tight and I squeeze air out of it as I go. The waist was tight over the butt but slims right to the narrower waist with a nice feel. I worked the arms into the sleeves and struggle to get the suit on. Again the attached gloves have to have fingers planted firmly inside. I pulled on a third hood with attached gag tube and make sure the hood is inside the first suit. I close the shoulder zips and start the stop watch. The second layer and all hoods was always my signal to start timing my session. 

I quickly added the back zip SOA suit to the first two layers. I finally pulled a shoulder entry SOA suit on. Both these suits are made of twenty-three mil latex medium grade and made to measure. They provide a nice fit on my body and encase me completely in shiny black rubber. I added the bungee collar to lock me in and was ready t surf the net. 

I logged on and began to look for the chats. To my surprise both FLL and IAR were down but a friend instant messages me. Soon we were engaged in a little on-line fantasy and I felt my growing cock beneath all the rubber layers. I was getting hot inside the layers and beginning to rub my crotch for the release of passion I knew so well. I was soon spurting inside the sheath and panting into my hoods. The excitement subsided and I continued to surf and chat. After about three hours I logged off and looked at some stored pictures of my favorite latex ladies. I was soon aroused by the fully enclosed and delightfully bound vixens and shot another load into the sheath. I went about the task of removing and cleaning the suits. The session lasted about three and a half hours. That first night had no object but self satisfying lust. The latex worked its magic and I was able to sleep even though the three hour time difference could have been a problem. 

I carefully put everything away. I was certain that I found all of my clothes. I folded and packed the four suits. I put up the three hoods. I put away the bungee cord and the drinking tube. I made sure the tape and powder was away. I missed the hangman's hood with only nose holes and the gloves I didn't wear that night. They had slipped between the bed and the wall in a one-foot wide gap, or at least that's what I think happened. 

When I came into the room from work the next afternoon, I found my hood and the gloves on the bed. I felt embarrassed at the idea of house keeping finding out my kink. Still, I couldn't do anything now so I shrugged it off and prepared for the second night. 

The second night I dressed as the first. I started about 5:30 in the evening and soon was chatting with my friend Latex Suzie. It wasn't long before she had me all aroused and wanting to share her planned bondage then she was off. She was locking herself up in a way that she could not use the computer and going to wait for Debs. I was pretty hot by then and having logged off to save on the phone bill. Still I was extremely horny and locked in layers of rubber. I dashed off a story of my Latex Suzie fantasy. I made it a special tale just for her. I smiled from behind my hoods as I got into the story. I decided on a story about me flying to England on a trip and meeting Suzie and Debs. Needless to say the story was full of layers of latex, total enclosure, latex bondage, and forced public rubber exhibition with plenty of rubbery arousal and orgasm tossed in for good measure. 

I remembered the time I read Suzie's little tale of her game with SLYX and how she was bound up then forced to go outside. Her story so turned me on that I came in my shorts that night. I wasn't wearing latex at the time. I since have learned not to surf Suzie's site without at least a sheath brief on :^). 

I was getting totally aroused by my writing and when I finished the story and as I proofed it I came in my sheath. I decided that was a good test of the effect of the quick tale. I logged on and sent the e-mail to Latex Suzie. That night I made certain to account for all of my latex items when I took the clothes off and put them away. It was after midnight as I took off my latex clothes and cleaned them out. 

The next day the meetings wrapped up at 2:30. I couldn't fly home that day because of the length of the trip, almost six hours and I planned to stay one last night anyway. I decided that a nice long rubber session was the best ending to the trip. I got to the hotel and rubbered up. I was dressed as before. The only unusual event was a knock at the door after I had the second suit to my shoulders but before I had gagged myself. 

"Housekeeping". 

"Please don't come in," I said. 

I waited a few minutes then slipped the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door risking a brief glimpse of a black rubber glove from anyone who might have been passing the door at the time. I finished putting on all of my suits and locked myself in. I figured I would be inside my layers for over eight hours. I logged on and was rewarded with a full chat room of friends. I was having a great time and enjoying the tight latex, the company and the warm sun streaming through the window. My hoods dulled sounds from the room and I was engrossed in my keyboarding. All indicators pointed toward a fine night for rubber comradeship. 

That's when a gloved hand reached over my shoulder and snapped a hand cuff on my right wrist. Before I could react, a gloved hand grabbed my left wrist and cuffed it. 

"Turn the computer off, my rubbery toy," said a voice behind me. 

I shut down the laptop and the chair spun so I was facing a tall willowy ebony goddess. She was dressed in shiny black latex catsuit. She wore a corset over the suit and a dominant skirt over the catsuit. She was not wearing a hood yet and her ebony skin nearly matched the catsuit. She was tall, matching my six feet seven in her stiletto boots. I studied her shapely and athletic body, hidden behind the tight black rubber yet very visible. She smiled at me and the flashing white teeth contrasted starkly against her dark skin and shiny black clothes. My initial shock was replaced with growing arousal. 

Her lithe limbs moved so effortlessly beneath the shiny rubber producing contrast of light and shadow as she moved. Every movement was pure poetry in motion and made this rubberist desire her company all the more. I was completely aroused and the bulge beneath my suits was visibly apparent to her watchful eyes. 

"So you thought you were a lone rubberist at this hotel, did you?" she smiled again. "When Karen told me about what she found yesterday, I knew I had to meet the guest who had a hangman's hood and opera gloves. Of course, I had no idea you had so much more rubber with you. I just wish she had told me yesterday and not this morning. 

She looked at my growing crotch bulge and smiled wider. "I like your response to my arrival." 

Now that you've seen your Mistress, I'll finish my own dressing." She pulled a full hood over her head completing her enclosure. 

She took my hands and pushed me to the bed where she produced a latex sheet from a bag and spread it over the comforter. Then she pushed my stunned and hot body on the center of the bed. 

She pulled the outer hood from my head and asked, "When is your flight, rubber toy?" 

"It's at 9:50," I croaked. 

"I'll try to get you there on time." 

Next she bound me spread eagle to the bed. She replaced my hood with one of her own. It had a gag but a double headed penile one. She stuffed one end into my mouth and closed the zipper of the hood. She pumped the inflation pump and the shaft in my mouth swelled tight filling my mouth and creating a rigid tool for her to pleasure on. 

"Hope you like being filled with a hot cock, rubber toy." 

She straddled my head and I heard a zipper open. I smelled the musky scent of womanhood and latex as she must have opened her crotch zip. She settled onto the shaft in my mouth and I heard the sucking sound as she drew the latex shaft inside her. She let out an animal moan and began to ride my face for all her worth. She put her hands on my crotch but she didn't stroke or stimulate me as she took the shaft to an explosive rubber cum. I was completely rigid with desire and lusting to be brought to fulfillment but she had other ideas. She reversed her position and rocked back against the shaft, raking it over her "G" spot. She quickly erupted in another wave of passion. Then she climbed off me but I think she must have taken the dildo in her mouth for she was soon slurping and sucking on it and kissing my rubber encased mouth. She drank her own nectar that had flowed onto my protected face and then she pulled her hood from my face. 

I saw her smile from behind her hood. She looked so shiny and desirable and I was aching for relief for my rigid encased shaft. She settled her tight rubbery ass onto my mouth and commanded, "Eat me for your reward!" 

I started eating and licking the hot pussy. Her sweet nectar scented in rubber gushed from her love flower as I sucked and drank it in. I was so hot and so ready to pop as she suddenly went rigid in a third powerful orgasm. She pressed her shiny rubber butt cheeks to my face drawing my tongue deep into the tender pink slit. The squeaking latex and the pressing rubber provided so much input to my senses that I was near delerium and approaching latex heaven on earth. My hard aching rod begged for mercy and relief as I tongued and sucked the rubber-framed flower pressing to my mouth and nose. I began to panick as my breath was cut off by her gloriously tight rubber buns. She just pressed herself to me and then she rubbed my crotch bringing my fully aroused and hard cock to a quick explosive release of cum. The sheath filled with cum from my cock and she fell off me letting air back in. She found my hangman's hood, the one that must have found that first day, and pulled it on me. I was blinded but she made sure my breathing tubes were clear. 

She snuggled her rubbery body to mine and whispered, "Rest my rubber toy. I'll wake you in plenty of time for some more fun before your flight." 

01.05.02