Tickled to read this because, while I never had one of those pushchair coveralls, I remember, as a young kid in the early '70s, seeing them in the Mothercare catalogue and feeling... intrigued. By then, I was a little too old for pushchairs but something about the concept of being "trapped" beneath crackly red plastic with only one's partially hooded face visible fascinated me. I'm not sure why but the combination of being uncomfortably hot, wrapped in pungent fabric and unable to get free was a situation I really wanted to try for myself.Andyf08 wrote: ↑July 25th, 2018, 8:39 amMy fetish started very young. Young enough to be still made to sit in a pushchair. When out I had to wear a mothercare wet weather coverall in bright red nylon. It had a long black zip right up to my neck with a hood with a nice big peak on the hood. I used to love wearing that.
A bit older - maybe the first or second year of primary school - I remember a boy in my class wearing a shiny black anorak with a hood and being very proud of it. In the playground, a couple of other boys played a trick on him where one grabbed his arms from behind and the other, quick as a flash, pulled the drawstrings of his hood tight and knotted them so only his mouth and nose were free; he was effectively blindfolded. He had no option but to try to unpick the knot with his nails.
It's always a bit difficult to say for sure whether those things cause the rainwear fetish or whether they're just the earliest fetish-related memories. There may have been even earlier examples I just can't recall. I do know my interest in bondage dates back slightly earlier - I remember playing kindergarten pretend games with a girl the same age where she was a princess and I was a robber who got caught stealing her treasure and chained up in prison - and there's always been an intertwining of that and my interest in tough, shiny, impermeable clothing that could restrain or somehow trap the wearer: wanting to take off/get out of the clothing but being unable to do so.
As I've got older, I've recognised that within that overlap there's also an element of humiliation linked to that, particularly around the idea of being forced to wear distinctive wet weather clothing in public; maybe that's the "sissy" aspect of having to wear a raincoat and, God knows, a sou'wester in front of one's peers, as a kid. Like others in this thread, I went through a phase of absolutely refusing to have anything to do with clothes made from the materials that (I later recognised) turned me on. I think I, like some others, eroticised that embarrassment.
So... somehow all of that coalesced into a fetish for rainwear. I like the sensory elements - the way light reflects from my favourite gear, the sound it makes when I move in it, the smell of new PVC or oilskin, the way it's cold then warmer on my skin - and, perverse as it might seem, I like the fact that it can make me feel uncomfortable, physically and psychologically. It can make me hot, red-faced and sweaty (especially with hood up and tied tightly so I can't easily undo it even if the sun starts to shine). It can make me self-conscious (try wearing a Stutterheim Opal on the Tube!) but I love it when I have no option but to deal with all of that.