Discovering Rainwear
Posted: November 28th, 2021, 7:01 pm
I have started to tell my way to become a rainwear fetishist in a facebook group, but I think it is a good way to show my experiences and thoughts als in this Forum. Maybe it can lead to some other points of view or a discussion. (English is not my first language, so please excuse some mistakes and the grammar. I am from Germany)
I would like to introduce myself in short: I am 56 years old, of course I feel much younger, and have been a lover of rainwear for over 40 years. Since then, Friesennerz(this is the yellow raincoat with blue lining, the yellow side has been made first with a rubber coating, later PVC and now PU) and other rainwear have been my constant companions. It is interesting that there are many people who associate rainwear with bondage or BDSM.
I am interested in what these reasons are, there are certainly different opinions and approaches.
It was a bit of a strange experience for me, at least as far as I can remember. When the first yellow Friesennerz appeared in the early 1970s, I found them ugly and I felt sorry so for the girls who wore them. I imagined that their parents forced them to do it so that they could be better seen in traffic or in the dark. In addition, this piece of clothing was really unisex, the feminine contours disappeared. I was particularly fascinated by women with tightly tied hoods and over time an erotic feeling developed when I hit puberty. Fortunately for me, the Friesennerz was was popular that almost half of girl owned this kind of raincoat.
For me, however, the Friesenerz was a piece of clothing that I only associated with women. Only with them was this magical feeling in me, the sexual arousal that went so far that I associated "Friesennerz" with desire, but with the vague thought that the wearers are submissive or even masochistic, even though I was 13 with these terms did not know yet. But for me the question was still open, what motivates a pretty girl to wear this bulky and obviously heavy piece of clothing with a strong rubber smell.
It may sound silly, Boys or men caused the contradiction of this feelings. Men, especially submissive men, did not appear in my fantasy world.
Interestingly, my two year older sister found these yellow jackets abhorrent and preferred an olive green parka. But many of her friends had this object of my desire, this yellow rubber jacket with a blue cotton lining. When girl friends of hers came to visit, my heart beat faster and I felt excitement and the need to touch the yellow rubber jacket. That's why I often walked past the cloakroom and stroked the smooth rubber material that electrified me.
I still didn't want to buy a Friesennerz, I was a "man" who didn't have to wear something like that, but I often wandered through the C&A and the department store and tried out different sizes, open and closed, with and without a hood, open or laced up and looked at me in the mirror. It was my private fashion show that I enjoyed with shudders. At the beginning of 15 I took my heart in my hand and bought my first yellow rubber jacket with my pocket money. It was a sultry day with the prospect of a thunderstorm. The selection process was very tedious, after all this rubber jacket cost 40.00 DM at that time. I was blushuing the whole time and began to sweat. my heart was pounding. The contact with the divine material and the anticipation of the purchase excited me visibly. I felt like I was being watched all the time, hoping no one would speak to me. I interpreted the look of the saleswoman at the cash register as if she saw through me and knew my erotic fantasies. (to be continued if you like)
I would like to introduce myself in short: I am 56 years old, of course I feel much younger, and have been a lover of rainwear for over 40 years. Since then, Friesennerz(this is the yellow raincoat with blue lining, the yellow side has been made first with a rubber coating, later PVC and now PU) and other rainwear have been my constant companions. It is interesting that there are many people who associate rainwear with bondage or BDSM.
I am interested in what these reasons are, there are certainly different opinions and approaches.
It was a bit of a strange experience for me, at least as far as I can remember. When the first yellow Friesennerz appeared in the early 1970s, I found them ugly and I felt sorry so for the girls who wore them. I imagined that their parents forced them to do it so that they could be better seen in traffic or in the dark. In addition, this piece of clothing was really unisex, the feminine contours disappeared. I was particularly fascinated by women with tightly tied hoods and over time an erotic feeling developed when I hit puberty. Fortunately for me, the Friesennerz was was popular that almost half of girl owned this kind of raincoat.
For me, however, the Friesenerz was a piece of clothing that I only associated with women. Only with them was this magical feeling in me, the sexual arousal that went so far that I associated "Friesennerz" with desire, but with the vague thought that the wearers are submissive or even masochistic, even though I was 13 with these terms did not know yet. But for me the question was still open, what motivates a pretty girl to wear this bulky and obviously heavy piece of clothing with a strong rubber smell.
It may sound silly, Boys or men caused the contradiction of this feelings. Men, especially submissive men, did not appear in my fantasy world.
Interestingly, my two year older sister found these yellow jackets abhorrent and preferred an olive green parka. But many of her friends had this object of my desire, this yellow rubber jacket with a blue cotton lining. When girl friends of hers came to visit, my heart beat faster and I felt excitement and the need to touch the yellow rubber jacket. That's why I often walked past the cloakroom and stroked the smooth rubber material that electrified me.
I still didn't want to buy a Friesennerz, I was a "man" who didn't have to wear something like that, but I often wandered through the C&A and the department store and tried out different sizes, open and closed, with and without a hood, open or laced up and looked at me in the mirror. It was my private fashion show that I enjoyed with shudders. At the beginning of 15 I took my heart in my hand and bought my first yellow rubber jacket with my pocket money. It was a sultry day with the prospect of a thunderstorm. The selection process was very tedious, after all this rubber jacket cost 40.00 DM at that time. I was blushuing the whole time and began to sweat. my heart was pounding. The contact with the divine material and the anticipation of the purchase excited me visibly. I felt like I was being watched all the time, hoping no one would speak to me. I interpreted the look of the saleswoman at the cash register as if she saw through me and knew my erotic fantasies. (to be continued if you like)
