A true account of a kinky relationship

[jane mackintosh]

I met Jill in 1977 & we became partners the following year. From the outset she was aware of my fetish for womens' rubber mackintoshes & allowed me to wear them when we fucked, occasionally wearing one herself. She also knew of, & was turned on by, my desire to wear her lingerie----panties, bras, nighties. Probably because it accentuated her more dominant role in our relationship. On one memorable occasion we went shopping around a number of womens' boutiques & a couple of large department stores. Jill wore a shiny, black, rubber mac coupled with knee-high, high heeled, black leather boots. We visited the lingerie sections in each shop & Jill, without actually saying as much, made it fairly clear to the shop assistants who would be wearing any purchases. The supressed giggles & nudges amongst some of the younger staff really turned me on, sending the blood to flush my face with
embarrassment & shame & to flush my loins with stiff-cocked humiliation. At one shop we went into the fitting room with a bra & panty set which I tried on but Jill decided didn't suit me, so she went back to the counter, still mackintoshed & booted & got an alternative set, making it abundantly clear that I was a sissy. When we stopped for lunch she ordered all the food & the wine, & then asked the waitress on my behalf where the men's toilet was located. It was a great day out. For the next couple of years our relationship was good & quite kinky. Then things started to unravel for a number of reasons. Jill would become moody & subject me to hours of total silence, refusing to acknowledge me, even to saying "good morning". This was followed by lengthy periods where she withdrew her sexual favours. I was reduced to asking for permission to wear a mackintosh in bed to wank with, which she usually granted, & read a book & totally ignored my gasps & groans as I sought relief in the welcoming rubbery interior of a mackintosh. For a while she would sometimes accede to my pleadings by taking one tit out & allowing me to suck frantically as I gushed into my mac, while she continued reading. Then even that was stopped. It was humiliating in the extreme & at the same time very arousing. I began to take two macs to bed, one to wear & one to make love to.I wanted to accentuate my humiliation to Jill, so began to treat my rubber raincoats like lovers, kissing, sucking, sniffing them & then eventually talking to them. Telling them I loved them & wanted to marry a beautiful rubber mackintosh. It was totally over the top & an acknowledgement of Jill's dominance & control over me. I then began to wet myself. We already had a heavy rubber bed sheet & I had some rubber panties, but these were for fetish sex. Jill, without any comment, bought me nappies to allow me to lower myself -respect even further, as I peed in bed beside her. Finally, I hit rock bottom & messed myself one night. Jill announced she was leaving me on New Year's Day 1984.We never saw each other for the next 32 years. Then one afternoon in 2016 there was a knock at the door & there stood Jill. Just dropped in out of curiosity. She looked much the same ( Jill is 13 years younger than me ) So we sat down with a bottle of wine to reminisce. Several hours & many glasses of wine later we were both drunk with Jill naked in a mackintosh I gave her & me in a pink rubber maid's uniform grovelling at her feet while she finger-fucked me with yellow rubber gloves. We finished with mutual masturbation while watching porn. Since then Jill overnights every month or so & we indulge in femdom sex with me in sissy rubber. Jill has become enamoured with anal sex & we dildo each other to orgasm sometimes. I've always thought that rubber & raincoat fetishism are frequently linked to female dominance & sissyism.
Certainly with Jill & me they are. Be interested to know other members' views are on this.

[black_shiny]

Great Story! You know what I like. I've always thought of wearing pvc raincoats and leather as being a sissy of sorts. Most of the coats I've had and worn were female's. I linked my fetish to being a sub, dominated by females later in life

[JellyMan]

I too have had the ‘book reading’ treatment and once worse a plastic Mac whilst jerking off next to her as she took virtually no notice. I almost instantly regretted doing it after coming, and the next day was racked with guilt. I am not a sissy, nor crave domination by my wife, but if she forced me to wear women’s clothes made of PVC I would comply, so long as she felt it was sexy for her and wasn’t thinking I would like it.

[rubmac1986]

Another wonderful account Jane and yet again a huge turn-on reading it. Thanks for that.

[HeatherlovesPVC]

Loved the story and I agree that for me there is a strong link between rubber and rainwear and my own desire to be dressed and dominated by a strong female.
I think it started with a drawing, I think it was in the daily express, of 'Modesty Blaise' in a long black shiny raincoat beating up all the bad guys and this image of a powerful women dressed so powerfully got me hooked on all things bright and shiny.
Heather