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JellyMan wrote: ↑February 17th, 2021, 8:00 pm Miss Rachel,

For some of us they were difficult feelings. Firstly the sense of being the only one in the world wanting to wear a plastic mac on bare skin. Then being embarrassed when able to wear something nice, as if everyone on the planet is looking at you thinking "look at you pervert liking wearing that shiny cagoule". And desperate to watch girls in rainwear, but too scared to look as if some tell on your face is saying "I'm not just watching Hot Gossip dance in shiny PVC swimsuits, I'm clearly getting off on the scene". I would have loved to have had the confidence to wear rainwear in public without feeling dirty.

This exactly sums up the way I felt when I was young.

Rainworshipper wrote: ↑February 18th, 2021, 7:07 am This exactly sums up the way I felt when I was young.

Quite reassuring to know I wasn't the only one. It should have been a pleasurable time, but the thought of being found out always made things more stressful than good. The only time I was happy was when alone with some plastic, PVC or nylon.

When 13/14 I had a Black Vinyl Batman Cape, I started to notice the Vinyl Cape felt really nice and it had a lovely smell , then one night , I took it in my bed to feel and caress and then had sexuall feeling

This is my first post. I think I have a fetish for both rubber and leather, everything from pants, shirts, dresses, mackintoshes and trench coats to straitjackets and bodybags. It all started when my mother bought me a rubber mac when I was about 13 or 14. It was large then, but by the time I was 16 or 17 it fit very snugly and I often wore it indoors when home alone. It just felt good, in fact wearing it in bed lead to my first orgasm. My aunt discovered me and I think she was responsible for my discovering the fetish.
I'm writing up the whole story and will post it here when done. Anyone else have memories of family members wearing rubber and leather?

jelfsjorn wrote: ↑February 19th, 2021, 8:35 pm My aunt discovered me and I think she was responsible for my discovering the fetish.

Welcome to the forum Jelfsjorn. That's an interesting comment about your aunt, i'm interested to hear more about that! Personally my family had no leather, rubber or PVC items. The best experience I had was a trip to the old fashioned Army & Navy shop where there was a strong smell of rubber and leather and rails of macks in rubber and plastic. Alas these items were never bought for us children, but just being in that shop was a thrill, especially if a woman was there trying on a raincoat.

Anyone else have memories of family members wearing rubber and leather?

Fairly common when I was growing up, both my mother and an aunt had single textured rubber raincoats. My great aunt even had a rubberised fawn cotton mackintosh hanging in her wardrobe. Even the old girl that lived next door wore a blue rubber cape whenever it looked like rain. I was bought a red rubber raincoat, with matching hat, no hoods in those days, to wear when I was about six or seven. I was horrified at the sight of it and refused point blank to wear such a sissy coloured garment. Yes, I can hear you all saying ' would have loved it' but it did start my love/hate relationship with rubber from then on.
There was even a shop selling rubber rainwear in the centre of town, I think it was called Kendall's but it is a long time ago now. I do recall they had yellow transparent blinds up at the shop windows to stop the sun (UV) deteriorating the rubber on the displays.

When I was a teen, don't really know which age, maybe mid-teens or so. At the same time I was really developing a sort of extra special love for overalls (hence my name. lol) but not just that, raincoats too. I've always loved raincoats for some reason, loved seeing them, yellow especially. When it came to being a bit festishy with them, it was teens when I'd try experiments.

I will try and relate this true tale as I remember it, It may be somewhat embellished by passing time and fantasy, but its as true as I can recall. Thinking back there are definite questions about lesbian issues, but I don't think either of us ever felt that way. I know it's long, but writing has never been easy for me. I have gone back over it at least ten times, I just hope it makes sense, and I just hope some of you understand.

I was born outside Aberdeen in 1970. My mother was single and I never knew my father. Since my mothers work took her away to London for weeks at a time I was raised primarily by her little sister who was eleven years senior, and the three of us lived in the same house together. My Aunt worked for a department store in Aberdeen City, but her work took her around the UK, though she was home a lot more than my Mother. Mother had given me a gray rubber (now I know SBR) mac with a high stand up collar that buckled over and front zip, and hems on the collar and sleeve ends when I was in middle school. She bought it in a larger size than I needed so at the time it was a little loose. I wore my mac more than most, and although at the time I didn't think it was anything sexual, I did enjoy the feeling of the rubber and how good it felt on my neck and wrists when fully closed. My Aunt and Mother had several each, most of my Aunts were different from the others I would see, because all of hers had shiny rubber on the outside, some also lined with it. She also had a number of leather jackets, leather trousers, skirts, blouses, and two leather trench coats, clothing I remember her wearing almost all the time. All of which I think contributed to my fetishes.

When I was about 13 or 14 I began to realize that my rubber mac was more than just a raincoat. Most days the other kids wore woolen and hand me down coats. I tried to wear my mac as often as possible, it just felt good. Mainly if I wore it indoors along with my matching rain hat and wellies. I also remember wearing it to bed on cold nights, especially when I was home alone. It was warm, soft, sticky, what my therapists now describe as back to the womb.

I didn't have my first orgasm until I was about 16 or 17. My mum was out at her work, and I was home alone and it was raining. I was wearing my mac and wellies over undies in my room while listening to the BBC and the man on the radio started talking with the guest who was a female magician. She was talking about escaping from a black leather straitjacket. I was totally excited by the thought. I had seen straitjackets on television, and the thought of one in leather turned me on. My Aunt wore a lot of leather and I loved just touching some in her closets. I immediately went into her room and looked in the closet, there was a lot of leather in there. I tried on several of the coats and was turned on most by the long trench coats. Being afraid of being discovered I put everything back as I found it.

Back in my room I unzipped the mac, slipped it off and put it on backwards, something I had been doing for as long as I remember. It just felt good. By this time it was getting snug in the chest, but I was still able to get the zipper started and worked it all the way up to the collar, but I couldn't get it closed. I laid down on the bed and started to fantasize about being fixed like that. I imagined having my arms bound around me just like a straitjacket, and being bound to the bed, unable to move.

The softness of the rubber, the tightness as I breathed, the high tight collar and the squeak as I squirmed made me start feeling different. I began rubbing my privates through the rubber. After what seemed like hours I had my first orgasm. It was explosive. I was totally drained and just laid there until I fell asleep. I remember my Aunt waking me up. She was standing over me wearing her own rubber mac, all closed up tight as well and still covered with raindrops. Apparently I had not heard her come in into the house and she wondered where I was. I was horrified and scared to death. I stumbled thru an explanation, telling her about the radio show, the magician, etc. I think I told her I just wanted to know what it would feel like.

She told me to get up and unzipped my mac. Then she told me if I was going to really find out what it would feel like I had to 'do it right'. She turned the sleeves inside out and told me to turn around. I hated bras so I was just wearing a gym tee. She reached into her pockets and took out a pair of leather gloves and told me to put them on. Then she turned me to face the mirror and standing behind me held the coat out in front of me with the rubber on the inside and told me to put my arms in. As she pulled it on me back to front the feeling of rubber on my naked arms and shoulders was both terrifying and erotic. I could hear the sounds her mac was making all the time she worked at the zipper, until she finally got it closed up tight. And it was tight, I could feel the rubber snug on my body.

Next she took a towel from my dresser and dried off her mac. She next removed her mac and held it in front of me, also back to front. I could see the red rubber lining. I held my arms out and she pulled it up over my own and started to button it closed. It was long double breasted black rubber, heavy, shiny and had straps on the collar and cuffs as well as a waist belt, all the same as the leather ones. She tightened the waist belt and then went to the collar pulling it tight over my own and working the collar strap tight as well. Then she pulled my arms behind me and used the wrist straps to buckle them together. Watching all of this in the mirror was unbelievable. I asked her why and she was doing this and she just told me I was about to find out.

I was in a state of shock. She left the room and returned a few minutes later with one of her rain-capes. This one had a hood and was just as long as her mac. She put that on me backwards as well, with the hood hanging in front of me and buttoned it closed. Then she pushed me down on the bed and started tucking all the extra rubber underneath me. I was panicking. Next she pushed my pillow down under my neck and shoulders and smoothed the hood over my head and face. The hood was lined in rubber as well, and while I was crying out for her to stop she pulled the tapes out from behind my head and pulled the hood tight around my head and face. I felt her tying them off around my neck and all she said was that if I didn't struggle too hard I should be able to breathe and that I better not damage her 'rubber wear'! Then she tied something around my wellies at my ankles and I heard the door to my room slam tight. Now I realize that with the pillow under my shoulders the hood was such that air could get in from the back as long as I didn't move too much. She knew exactly what she was doing.

The line between fear, panic and orgasm is very blurry, because after lying there for a while I started to get those same feelings again. The hood was starting to stick to my face, breathing was getting harder and I could not touch myself at all. I was in bondage, something I don't think I ever had wanted until that moment. I don't know how long I laid there. I was sweaty frustrated and so very scared. Thoughts of being straitjacket and smothered were running through my head. After what seemed like a long time I had another orgasm and fell asleep again. When I woke up I was scared and started to cry. I wanted to touch myself but couldn't; why was I feeling this? Then I heard the door to my room open and felt someone untying my legs and try to sit me up. I tried to talk through the heavy rubber hood but could not.. I was pulled to my feet and the hood was loosened and pulled off my face. It was my Aunt She unbuttoned her cape and placed it over the chair by the door. Then she unbuckled my wrists, neck and waist and helped me out of her mac. Then she unzipped mine and told me to take it off, get cleaned up and put it on normally and come into the kitchen. She picked up both of her coats and left the room.

I remember feeling very scared trying to figure out what had just happened. How did my Aunt know to do what she has done? Why had the macs made me feel that way? Why did it feel so good and so terrifying all at once? I was soaked in sweat. I took off my tee and toweled off, then I put on a clean tee and put the mac on in the normal fashion and went into the kitchen. I remember feeling cold so I had it zipped up all the way. I don't remember the conversation word for word, but basically she told me that she had thought I was into rubber and leather bondage since I was a little girl, and that I had always seemed attracted to rubber and leather macs and clothing. She also told me she could tell when I had been in her closet, because she always hung her clothing a certain way and could tell when they had been used. And, I guess I didn't hide my attraction to rubber macs, I didn't realize that she knew I was sleeping in them, apparently I had starting doing when I was little. She also told me she thought it was quite normal and that she felt the same as I did. I suddenly started to understand why she had done what she did to me.

Her mac and cape were laying across the table between us. At some point she told me to stand up and she unzipped my mac, turned me around and put it on me back to front again, this time making the collar quite tight. She draped her cape over my shoulders, turned me around and buttoned it up, pulling the hood up over my head and tied off tight. She told me to sit down and wait while she changed. Then there came the most shocking thing of all, she asked if she could trust me to stay there, or if she would have to tie me to the chair! I had never expected to hear any of this, but yes; I wanted to be tied to that chair, I wanted to be sealed up in the layers of rubber and tied to anything, but not by my Aunt! I told her I would stay put and she walked into her bedroom.

I sat there for a while, totally excited by these events. I was running my hands over the rubber mac and my breasts under the heavy cape. After what semed like hours I heard her call for me to come into her room. She had changed into a black leather jacket and trousers. She unzipped the jacket to reveal a black latex catsuit underneath. I think she reffered to it as her swimming suit or skin suit. Even though it wasn't as shiny as the latex clothing I wear today, I instantly knew it was rubber. As surprised as I was I finally started to calm down. I was realizing I wasn't the only one. I asked her where she got the rubber suit, she just smiled and said not to worry. I think I wanted to be in her clothing more than I can tell.

We talked for a while, I don't recall the exact conversation, but she told me we were going to go The Rubber Shop, the department store whe worked at in Aberdeen and get me some macs that would work better for my purpose. I remember going there when I was little to get toys and clothing, I had not remembered that they also sold macs. We also talked about rubber and leather and she showed me her closet full of both. I remembered that she had always had leather coats and macs, I never saw the rubber, it was in the back, and the closet was narrow and deep.. I was kind of surprised, I guess I just never suspected any of it. I remember feeling very content being there, the tightness of the sticky rubber collar, the squeezing of my breasts evertime I moved, all very pleasing. I asked her if my Mom knew about this and all she said was that Mom preferred rubber macs for the reasons intended. She didn't know anything I asked? My Aunt just laughed and said it was better this way.

Then she asked me how I got the zipper closed up on my mac when I had it on back to front; and I told her it was difficult and it took time. Then she told me she often wore leather or rubber coats and macs back to front herself, and the secret was to close them up almost all the way and slide it on backwards over your head. I was infatuated with the idea. Then she asked me about he straitjacket, and I admitted that it really excited me. She asked why, and when I blurted out that I wanted so badly to be bound in one, she just smiled at me.

She went to her bureau and removed a white cluth bundle from it and handed it to me. It was a pillow slip, and when I opened it there was a soft black rubber mass in it, it was a catsuit. She told me it was hers, an older one, but it should fit me pretty well. We were about the same size, she was just taller. It was already powdered, but she told me there was a tin in the loo and I should use whatever I needed to get into it. I asked why and again she just said you'll find out.

When I think about all of this it is surreal, the only constant is that she knew what I wanted, she also wanted it, and she was determined to help me. It took about 15 minutes, but I finally got into the suit. It felt so good, yet I was so embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. For the first time in my life I was feeling in control. I had never even seen latex, much less worn something often derided as a bondage suit. It had a zipper that ran from my belly through my legs and up to the top of a high collar in the back. My Aunt then handed me a pair of black leather trousers, another first; other than trying on the coats in her closet I had never worn anything made of leather. She told me they were also hers, and they fit me just too well. Then she helped me into my wellies and puled the pants legs down over them. I was cold, so I picked up my mac and put it on normally zipping it up high. I sat in an arm chair near the door and for the first time I realized what being horny really felt like. I had never really been turned on before, it was a great feeling. The rubber, the tightness, the squeak and creak as I moved was becoming overwhelming.

Then she pulled a big flat box out from under the bed and held up a bundle of shiny brown and tan leather. She shook it out and long sleeves and straps came dangling down in front of her. It was a straitjacket! As stunned as I was I just asked where did she get it; and she told me it was from a shop in London that made leather and rubber clothing specifically for bondage and sex. Now I was really turned on, I could feel my privates getting wet and my nipples hard.

When I think back now to those days I had no idea what I was getting into. My Aunt had spent time and resources getting established in the 'scene', I just had no idea. There was no internet. Apparently Brits who lived in more remote areas like us filled their long nights with imaginative sex practices (solo or not), and since there were a lot of rubber macintoshes in Aberdeen, I guess it was a likely choice. I had seen a few women wearing leather trench coats, jackets, trousers. In the years since I have developed a rather extensive collection of rubber, leather and latex for both streetwear and bedroom bondage, and shared many great times with partners of both sexes. Sitting there looking at my Aunt holding that straitjacket with a smile on her face I was both terrified and totally aroused.

I remember she asked if she could straitjacket me; not would you like to try it on or some such. I remember because it turned me on even more. I told her yes, and she came around the bed to me, holding the jacket. I took off my mac and she turned me around and held the jacket out in front of me. It looked like it had a rubber lining! I held my arms out and she puled the jacket up over my shoulders; it was lined in rubber! I could feel it sticking to the latex of my rubber sex suit. It also had a high stiffer leather collar, about ten centimeters with straps around the neck. She spent a while smoothing out the leather and buckling the straps up and down my back, I could feel the jacket getting tight, and the pressure the crotch straps put on my privates. When she buckled the collar up tight I thought I was going to explode.

My memories are pretty blurry about the rest of that time together. My Aunt did go back to her bureau and got a red rubber ball gag. I didn't know what it was at the time, but she just pushed it into my mouth and tied it off at the back of my head. At some point she left the room and I laid down on the bed. I just remember squirming in total delight. I was wearing rubber and leather, and I had let my Aunt, of all people dress me up for that moment.I wanted to have another orgasm, but couldn't. I was also drooling all over myself and the bed, I had no idea how to handle a gag.

At some point she came back in and helped me to my feet. She led me into the kitchen and put her cape on me again normal, all buttoned up. Then she put on her own rubber mac and we walked out to her car. She had a Triumph TR, I had ridden in it before, but never trussed up in layers of leather and rubber. The heater never really worked so I was actually comfortable. It was a 30 or 40 minute drive to the entrance to George St., and my drooling was starting to annoy me. The rain had increased and it was getting quite dark when we pulled up in front. There were signs in the window, bank foreclosure and going out of business, big discountss. This is where the memories become very real. She helpe me out of the car and we walked in the front door. My Aunt said a few words to the woman at the counter and she walked me to the back of the store where there were rack of rubber macs and souwesters.

She went through them until she found a couple of long, dark red rubber coated macs with zippers and hoods. They were obviously very heavy, not shiny like the straitjacket, but very soft, I remember thinking the material was sexy. Then she removed her cape from me and unbuckled my arms. I went to try and remove the gag, but she stopped me and told me to wait. She turned one mac inside out and held it for me to put my arms in back to front. She pushed it up over my shoulders and pulled out the straps from the ends of the straitjacket sleeves, turned me around and worked the zipper closed. I kept looking around, but there was no one in sight. Then she took the other mac and put it on me back to front as well, zipped up with two mac hoods hanging in front of me. Next she pulled the straps out of the sleeves, crossed my arms and buckled themm together behind my back. It wasn't as tight as it was before, but definitely snugger, definitely bondage. The two rubber hoods were hanging in front of me now, and she pulled them up over my face, pulling the hood tapes tight and sealing off my air.

She only held me like that for a couple of minutes, but as I squirmed and struggled the rubber and leather was overwhelming, the warmth, stickiness and aroma were unbelievable.I enjoyed it. It was becoming clear that she knew everything about this.I had never worn a ballgag before, how many 16 or 17 year olds had, but it completely silences you. All you can do is try to scream, but even that is hard because your breathing is so restricted. She pulled the hoods down and folded them against my chest, then she put her cape back on me. She took the tags off of each mac and buttoned me up and pulled the hood up over my head. We walked back to the front of the store where the counters were and that was when I realized ho heavy all of this rubber and leather really was. She paid for the macs and we went back out to her car.

She helped me in and got behind the wheel. Before we left she loosened the hood and unbuttoned the top buttons on her cape. She then smoothe the mac hoods over my face and head and tied them off loosely, following them with the hood of the cape being tied off as weel. When the cape was buttoned up I could breath, but with a little difficulty. I was in heaven. I think I actually fell asleep on the way home. When we arrived, she helped me out of the macs, removed the gag and straitjacket. I don't remember talking too much, I was spent. I ended up sleeping in the rubber suit and leather trousers. That was the night I discovered the fetish.

rubberdee wrote: ↑February 19th, 2021, 10:31 pm

Anyone else have memories of family members wearing rubber and leather?

Yes, I can hear you all saying ' would have loved it' but it did start my love/hate relationship with rubber from then on.

rubberdee wrote: ↑February 19th, 2021, 10:31 pm

Anyone else have memories of family members wearing rubber and leather?

There was even a shop selling rubber rainwear in the centre of town, I think it was called Kendall's but it is a long time ago now. I do recall they had yellow transparent blinds up at the shop windows to stop the sun (UV) deteriorating the rubber on the displays.

Both of these ring true for me. I remember being taken into Kendall's for a pakamac when being caught out by the weather on a shopping trip. Horrible and yet thrilling

@jelfsjorn
Thanks for posting your memoir , it made marvellous reading .
Regards mrbassman101