30 Days in Rubber Pants
30 consecutive days in rubber pants. I'm a rubber pants fetish lover. Ever since I can remember I've been fascinated by the idea of being in rubber pants, especially being confined in them. Lucky for me a friend of mine understands and even cooperates with me from time to time. This was something different. She was daring me to spend the next month in rubber pants, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, no exceptions allowed. Before beginning this first day of my narrative I should explain to you that I'm no novice when it comes to this rubber pants confinement thing. I've written about and in some cases built a wide variety of interesting little devices, each of which is intended to make sure that a diapered adult is relieved of all ability to influence his bound and tormented condition. I also have a wide assortment of both cloth and disposable diapers and enough plastic pants to equip a geriatric ward. I felt very infantile as I carefully sat down on the papers, coffee in bound hands. I heard the squish of the diaper and felt a new wave of wetness escape past the protective seal of the plastic pants. I was hard again and the lost orgasm from the night before wanted release. I went back for a second cup of coffee just as the first was finding its way to my bladder. After years of rubber pants wearing, I was conditioned not to restrain my bladder while "bundled" and so it was hard to hold the water in while I carefully made my way back to my soggy pad of papers.