How I got here!

[Plasman]

As my first contribution to this forum a few words about how I got here. It has been very comforting to discover that so many people share my fetishes to a greater or lesser degree. All of which affirms that I am, after all, not really quite so weird and that I should feel much more comfortable about acknowledging and enjoying those powerful experiences which many of us share. I am a heterosexual happily married male with fetishes which revolve principally around leather, rubber, pvc etc. These fetishes are very deep seated with their origins lying, it seems, well before I became sexually aware. It has been interesting to see how many other contributors appear to have a similar back story.
Here is a very partial gallop through key events in my journey. My first memory of unaccountable/strange/pleasurable/but ‘naughty’ feelings was at the age of about 6 or so when putting my feet in a pair of adults wellington boots. Over the next few years if I happened to see bikers dressed in leathers it gave me a quiet thrill but for reasons still not fully understood. As I became sexually aware in my early teens I was immediately drawn to a basket in the house which was used to collect clothes waiting to be washed. The basket was long, about 18” high with a gently rounded and smooth top all of which was covered with a soft stretched plastic material. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to undress, sit astride the basket and enjoy myself. Any other covering would not have had the same effect!
Next I remember going for a cycle ride one day and realising that, even though I was otherwise fully dressed, it would feel good to put a plastic bag over the saddle; which I did. On a later occasion, once again on my bicycle (I did a lot of cycling!) I spotted a discarded magazine on the verge (in the days before the internet access to pornography was very much paper based as older members will remember). It was a copy of ‘Search’ or ‘Relate’, I forget which. But I shall never forget the picture on the cover;a woman dressed from head to toe in leather; it was a pleasant revelation.This led, eventually to the discovery of specialist magazines the first of which was the admirable “Pussy Cat” in the late 70s.This, as some may recall, was a large format publication printed on high quality glossy paper with a price to match. Its focus was on good quality photographs of women dressed in rubber/latex etc. Unfortunately it did not run to many editions; too niche to be cost effective I suspect. Internet searches for back copies tend to be unhelpful as other magazines have used the same title. Later ‘Shiny’ and its offshoots such as ‘Dressing for Pleasure’ etc. provided a more regular source of good material.
My first raincoat experience came with my first girlfriend. We were walking in the countryside in the drizzle and she wore a short, shiny raincoat/jacket. As we walked hand in hand I was very aroused, exacerbated by the jacket. We were together for a couple of years and had a good relationship but I never pursued the fetish or discussed it with her. I was young and still felt my feelings were just too odd to be accepted and to reveal them would risk the relationship.
Subsequent girlfriends prior to my marriage were mixed (from a fetish point of view). One however was admirable, a German girl to whom I opened my fetish heart. We looked at some copies of ‘Shiny’ together and on the basis of which we ordered for her a wet look basque, bed boots and gloves …and she insisted wet look pants for me! We also ordered a lovely long black very soft raincoat (may have been Weathervain?). It only had a belt and no buttons or zip at the front so was not too practical for real wet weather use. The other outstanding occasion was a visit to her family in Germany when we bought a very shiny long green raincoat in C&A. She wore this on one memorable occasion a few days later for a walk in the countryside.Sensing my excitement she pulled me down and for the first time in my life we made love outside. This snatched moment was as memorable as it was far too quick!
My next and quite longstanding girlfriend owned a beautiful and very classy shiny/gloss black raincoat with black dots. She wore it on our first two dates, having no idea of the effect it had on me; it certainly served to cement the relationship at that early point. Sadly, despite our 4 years or so together I never raised the fetish issue with her or other girlfriends as it hadn’t seemed right (or I hadn’t the nerve?).
My wife is aware of my fetishes but reluctant to indulge me or share them. I am jealous of those contributors who appear to have accommodating partners. I love my wife and could not leave her but I am left with a gap in my sensual/sexual life which I seek to fill with my fetish orientated activities.

[PLASTIC BOY]

Bang On????
I think you will find a lot of married men have exactly the same problem I know I did So you are not alone there. I can relate to nearly all you said??

[Cherie]

Like Plastic Boy I too had a similar upbringing and desire for PVC as you. Later on in life I developed a fondness for women’s clothes and that was the death nell of my marriage in the end.

Cherie x

[PLASTIC BOY]

Hi Cherie
So sorry to hear about your marriage. I too lost my wife in April { past away } But all is not lost??? Through this forum and a few others, Ive met some
lovely people who are into the same things Im into. And im enjoying it, So for my advice is to forget the past {the past is gone and cannot be changed}
and look forward to NEW opportunities and friends.

[Cherie]

Hi Cherie
So sorry to hear about your marriage. I too lost my wife in April { past away } But all is not lost??? Through this forum and a few others, Ive met some
lovely people who are into the same things Im into. And im enjoying it, So for my advice is to forget the past {the past is gone and cannot be changed}
and look forward to NEW opportunities and friends.

Thanks for the kind words Plastic Boy. My wife left a few weeks ago and apart from some lonely nights I am getting along fine and enjoying dressing just the way I want around the house. Not met any like minded people yet (apart from one brief encounter) but not too worried at the moment.

Cherie xxx

[rubberdee]

Good luck to you Cherie. I to lost my wife last year and it takes some adjusting, but I have been helped by meeting a lovely guy who is in to the same things as me. So I wish you all the luck in the world.

[Taurus]

For me it is a lot easier, I've never had a wife.

[PLASTIC BOY]

Your a VERY lucky man rubberdee keep him happy?????

[rubberdee]

I know I am thank you. I don't think he realises how much I think of him when we are not together. We manage to meet up once a month or so. I'm having a great time with him.

[Plasman]

Further to my original post above and Cherie’s subsequent and very moving account it seems appropriate that I should add a ‘ps’ to mine. My first contribution focused on some of the key aspects of my fetishes etc but misses one, more recent but nonetheless relevant, one. About five years ago my wife and I were due to attend a New Year’s Eve party with good friends when dressing up was the order of the day. Out of the blue my wife suggested it would be fun to swap roles, for me to take a female role and her the male. I had never entertained the idea of cross dressing and was originally not keen to do it. … but I did and it was a pleasant revelation.. While there is no ambiguity in my mind about my sexuality and gender I had always enjoyed witnessing and exhibiting the gentler side of stereotypical masculinity and appreciated (and been jealous of) the femininity when women chose to exhibit it. I had, also, always been very jealous of the clothing options available to women particularly when straightforwardly ‘pretty’ or sophisticated and classy … and don’t get me started on the shoes . The party was fun and, given that everyone was ‘dressed up’ and we were with friends, I felt no embarrassment about my dress etc …. even if mine was the more radical, in some senses at least, than the others. Not only did I not feel embarrassed I revelled in the role.
Since then two further opportunities at Murder Mystery parties (one just last week) have enabled me to dress as a woman which I have enjoyed immensely …and felt strangely liberated in doing so. The lure of womens' clothing is, now, never far away but I seldom indulge for want of opportunity. One notable exception was spotting a beautiful (in my eyes) gold cocktail dress, proudly on display in the front of a charity shop window. I asked what size it was (on the pretext of getting a present for my wife). It was size 12 which I knew would work for me and bought it on the spot. The challenge I now face is when to wear it and, more generally, to explore this area of my life. Opportunities are few and far between and I am confident that an outward declaration of the pleasure that cross dressing has given me would not be well received by my wife or understood by friends. This aspect of my life is, fortunately, not, uppermost in my mind - unlike the love of pvc, raincoats etc which can, at least, be enjoyed reasonably easily, to some extent.