Have you ever been caught out???

[Mac the lad]

Have you ever been caught out indulging yourself in plastic rainwear etc by some one else?
I would love to hear if you have… it once happened to me and I will tell you about it!
My very first serious girlfriends mother used to come see me and my girlfriend at our ground floor flat on her bicycle most weekends, and one typical wet Sunday she locked her bike up and came in the living room in a very shiny sexy two piece plastic rain suit, the suit was pale blue with elasticated waist and ankles on the pants pull string hood and zipper on the jacket,the pvc material was lightweight and I remember the suit must have been relatively new as it had a very nice strong pvc aroma.
My girlfriends mother was an attractive athletic woman and seeing her in plastic was an instant turn on for me. As it was warm and dry in my flat she removed her suit and my girlfriend hung it on a coat hanger to drip dry in the kitchen.
Later on that morning it stopped raining and they both went out to the Sunday market leaving me alone in the flat,No prizes for guessing what I did next! Nervous and excited I stripped naked and went in the kitchen where her plastic rain suit hung, I took the suit of the hanger listening to that pvc rustle and dressed myself in it…. The feeling was extremely intense and found myself nearly hyper ventilating due to the excitement,slowly I walked to my bedroom where I had a bottle of poppers(liquid gold).
Sniffing the poppers whilst laid on my bed feeling the plastic suit on my naked body I took myself to a personal heaven.
I remember that the intensity was out this world that when I finished i literally put the bottle of poppers on my bedside cabinet and just lay there on my bed…… absolutely knackered I fell asleep and you’ve guessed it woke up to my girlfriend staring at me in total disgust with her mother stood just behind her. It was at the time such an embarrassment, not only had they seen me still dressed in the suit but my man hood was still on show with residue of my excitement spread on the plastic jacket. My girlfriend yelled at me to remove the suit and her disgusted mother retorted saying that I can keep the suit as she now wouldn’t want to wear it. All I could do was stay in the bedroom until her mother left.
It wasn’t long after that my girlfriend left me as she couldn’t forgive me. I did pay the amount for the suit back to her mum.
The embarrassment was so bad that I left the town I lived in to make sure I never bumped into them again. A very very embarrassing time that did happen a long time ago. Do I regret what I did? ……. No

[plasticlover1]

It must of been heaven wearing that suit.

[Mac the lad]

It was I so wish I still had it ,,,, and a photo of my ex girlfriend’s mum

[Deleted User 5375]

That suit sounded like pure heaven. Had I been alone in the house with it I would not have been able to resist either.

I got caught by my mother in my early teens, in my bedroom, wearing nothing but my nylon cagoule. She asked what I was up to, but I think that seeing that i couldn’t come up with an immediate answer, must have put two and two together, and left without saying another word. After that incident I became hyper panicked about being caught again and (fingers crossed) not been repeated.

JM

[WealdenMac]

When I was young I sometimes got caught by my parents folding any plastic items I could get my hands on around my private parts to reprise wearing plastic pants. Embarrassment all round. They clearly "knew" but didn't have a clue about how to respond so I suppose they did nothing and hoped I'd "grow out of it". Who knows, I may do some day.

[jane mackintosh]

Have only just read Mac the lad's account of being caught out by his girlfriend & her mother as he lay her mother's spunk-drenched plastic rainsuit. The description was arousing in itself, but I found it particularly so because it so closely mirrored a similar experience I had when I was in my 30s which was also hugely humiliating & had a shattering aftermath on my life. I had been married for a little over a year to a fellow teacher at a local girls secondary school. She was aware of my "liking" for ladies mackintoshes & wore the SBR Mac I bought her without complaint & once, when we were both a little drunk, wore it naked for sex. But I had never dared tell her how deeply I was enamoured with rubber & PVC mackintoshes ( since early childhood) nor that when home alone I would spread her mackintosh on our bed & make love to it until I gasped & gushed my lust into its slithery dark red rubber interior or on to its shiny black rubber surface. The occasion which so changed my life was a Friday after school finished. It was the custom for some of the younger staff to celebrate the end of the week with a few drinks in a nearby pub. Most, but not all,of the teachers were women as it was a girls' school. On this particular Friday my wife invited four or five of her closer colleagues home for nibbles & a few more drinks after the usual hour or so at the pub. It was a wet night & they were all wearing or carrying mackintoshes of either rubber or shiny PVC. As you can imagine I was in "mackintosh heaven", particularly when they all macked up to leave for our place. The crackle, slither, squeak & rustle of mackintoshes had my cock throbbing & oozing into my undies. Especially so when I helped an attractive older colleague (she was the school principal & aged about 50) into her long lilac rubber-satin mac with a grey rubber lining & then assisted her to pull the hood over her head. Once we all reached our place, which was only a short drive, the women deposited their macs on the bed in the spare room upstairs & returned to the living room for wine & nibbles. Now I was the only male &, although I knew everyone, felt a little bit left out of the conversations as the women became tipsy & giggly. I was getting drunk myself & all I could think of were all those glorious macs upstairs. Finally, I succumbed to my raving lust & excused myself to go to the toilet upstairs. My initial intention was to pop into the bedroom for a quick fondle, sniff & kiss of some of the macs & then return to the party. However, I underestimated two things: the level of my alcohol intoxication & the level of my mackintosh intoxication. The combination proved fatal. Once in the bedroom I shut the door behind me & flung myself on top of the mackintosh littered bed, berserk with uncontrollable rubber & PVC mackintosh madness. Time seemed to stand still & even now I have no clear recollection of the sequence of events as I totally capitulated to my fetish. All I remember is being stark naked & slithering into the school principal's luscious lilac rubberised satin mackintosh & then starting to kiss, lick, sniff, suck & fuck every delicious mackintosh on that bed.
I need to break here but will return shortly to finish this account.

[jane mackintosh]

To continue:
I didn't hear the door open. I was immersed in mackintoshes. Riding the waves of fetish ecstasy. Nothing existed except the superb rubber mackintosh caressing my nakedness, slithering against my taut nipples, challenging my cock to ever more rigid rapture, the veins along its shaft bulging purple, the knob crimson & enraged, oozing pre-come as a prelude to explosive release. A gasp from the doorway alerted me to the peril of discovery & disclosure. But it was far too late & I was far, far too enveloped in mackintosh adoration to draw back or even to care.I remember rolling on to my back, a shiny black plastic mackintosh drooling from my lips, the lilac mackintosh slithering open to reveal to the astonished audience my mackintosh crazed prick thrusting toward the ceiling. I had a glimpse of women in the doorway, wide-eyed & open mouthed in shock & disbelief, my wife yelling something unintelligible & then all reason, control & self-respect deserted me as I surrendered totally, utterly & completely to mackintosh ecstasy.
I remember hearing myself shriek "Mackintosh! Mackintosh! Rubber MACKINTOSH!!" As a great gush of white-hot jism jetted into the air & then deluged down on to the lilac rubberised satin raincoat. I was gone, lost, finished & I didn't care. "I'm in love with rubber! I fuck mackintoshes!' I screamed as another torrent of spunk spewed forth, this time splattering wetly on to the black plastic mack I had been sucking. A couple more diminishing geysers of mackintosh driven lust squirted on to the head teacher's beautiful raincoat, one soaking into the satin exterior, the other sliding slowly down the thick rubber coated lining, then dribbling on to a red rubber nylon mack beneath. I lay back panting, cock still stiff & drooling. Women were starting to giggle. Someone asked "Does he often do this?" & they burst out laughing. "What a wimp! He fucks mackintoshes!!??" I heard the principal say to my wife "If you don't mind I'll borrow that black mack of yours to go home in. Bring mine to school on Monday once he's wiped it clean."
"You mean hosed it down." someone else suggested & they all laughed again. I staggered to my feet wrapping the lilac mack round my nakedness, pushed through the group of sniggering women & went into the toilet & locked the door. There reality descended on me. On Monday every teacher at school would know. By the end of the week every girl would know. At least in those days there was no internet. Never-the-less my career was finished, or certainly at that school. I also knew, even then, that my wife would leave me, if for no other reason than the humiliation I had inflicted on her in front of her colleagues, as well as having to work alongside me. The thought of what Monday would be like & the giggles & whispers in the staffroom began to have an unexpected effect on me. I was standing in front of the full length bathroom mirror still in the lilac mack when my prick began to stiffen. I started to masturbate as I thought about the humiliation & ridicule I would face in a couple of day's time. I began to blush as if I was already being jeered at & suddenly I found myself sucking the spunk-soaked hem of principal's mackintosh & frantically masturbating until I shot another load into the welcoming of the mackintosh.
Sorry, another break.

[jane mackintosh]

To again continue:
That night & until my wife left me a week later, I was banished to the spare room. On the Monday at the lunch break, in front of all the staff, my wife & the head teacher exchanged mackintoshes, whereupon my wife handed her SBR mack to me without a word, but to a chorus of half suppressed giggles & knowing smirks. I felt my cock begin to rise & mumbling something about putting it in my locker, I detoured by way of the toilets, locked myself into a cubicle & shot my humiliation into one of its rubber-lined pockets. That afternoon after work I bought a shiny pink PVC mack which I could fold into my briefcase & take to school. By that Wednesday I began to notice some of the 5th & 6th form girls giggling & whispering & the following day one girl said she felt cold & asked if it would be all right to wear her mackintosh in class to gales of laughter from the other girls. At the break I went straight to the toilet (as I had the previous day) stripped, put on my pink plastic mack & wanked off into it. On the Friday I handed in my resignation. Like you Mack the lad, I eventually had to leave town, but well before I did so, I began to go to a dominatrix where I dressed in ladies mackintoshes, as she did also, & demeaned myself in front of her while she laughed & jeered. I usually shot my load into a mackintosh or on to her boots well within the allotted hour. That was all many years ago. Today I'm well retired but with my fetish for rubber & plastic macks the sole focus of my sex-life. I am married to my mackintoshes & the cock-stiffening feelings of humiliation & desire for female ridicule & derision the fetish engenders in me. Hopefully Mack, reading of my similar experience, has also made your cock stiff with mackintosh desire.

One final question. You mentioned sniffing poppers before blasting off into your girlfriend's mother's plastic suit. I've not tried them, but from your account they certainly seemed to have enhanced the mackintosh orgasm. Would you, or other readers, care to expand a little on this & your experiences of getting high before "mackintoshing off".

[jane mackintosh]

To again continue:
That night & until my wife left me a week later, I was banished to the spare room. On the Monday at the lunch break, in front of all the staff, my wife & the head teacher exchanged mackintoshes, whereupon my wife handed her SBR mack to me without a word, but to a chorus of half suppressed giggles & knowing smirks. I felt my cock begin to rise & mumbling something about putting it in my locker, I detoured by way of the toilets, locked myself into a cubicle & shot my humiliation into one of its rubber-lined pockets. That afternoon after work I bought a shiny pink PVC mack which I could fold into my briefcase & take to school. By that Wednesday I began to notice some of the 5th & 6th form girls giggling & whispering & the following day one girl said she felt cold & asked if it would be all right to wear her mackintosh in class to gales of laughter from the other girls. At the break I went straight to the toilet (as I had the previous day) stripped, put on my pink plastic mack & wanked off into it. On the Friday I handed in my resignation. Like you Mack the lad, I eventually had to leave town, but well before I did so, I began to go to a dominatrix where I dressed in ladies mackintoshes, as she did also, & demeaned myself in front of her while she laughed & jeered. I usually shot my load into a mackintosh or on to her boots well within the allotted hour. That was all many years ago. Today I'm well retired but with my fetish for rubber & plastic macks the sole focus of my sex-life. I am married to my mackintoshes & the cock-stiffening feelings of humiliation & desire for female ridicule & derision the fetish engenders in me. Hopefully Mack, reading of my similar experience, has also made your cock stiff with mackintosh desire.

One final question. You mentioned sniffing poppers before blasting off into your girlfriend's mother's plastic suit. I've not tried them, but from your account they certainly seemed to have enhanced the mackintosh orgasm. Would you, or other readers, care to expand a little on this & your experiences of getting high before "mackintoshing off".

[Mac the lad]

Jane Macintosh……
WOW! What a read that was!
Very intense and thrilling to read and yes certainly it did have a arousing effect reading it, I found like yourself that after being caught out that I too would fantasise and desire ridicule and often whilst wearing one off my many pvc macs would climax at the thought off being caught out again.I have put myself in situations daring myself to try get caught out but I stop myself as I know it may cause negative effects to whom catches me out,so it has to stay with me as just a fantasy now. But even to this day I still get extremely excited thinking of that wet Sunday when it did actually happen.
As for your question regarding poppers, I used to use them regularly but I haven’t used them for a long time now. As it’s a drug (legal) I will not promote of advise you to use them but as you asked about the experience I will tell you.
I’ll reply in a little while