by Guest on Wed Oct 31, 2007 5:15 pm
I am a 55 year old man, happily married for 31 years with 3 children. I have been "into" rubber for all that time and my wife and I enjoy wearing rubber and making love in rubber.
I have always had an attraction to the AB thing, and we have played a few games. Recently it has become more marked. A few weeks ago I asked my wife to dress me in bulky nappies with rubber pants and "put me to bed" between rubber sheets. What is most interesting is that I wanted to be left "having a nap", with my wife coming back to check my nappy. She specifically asked if I wanted her to come to bed with me and I said no, because I wanted to keep it separate from our love-making. It does turn me on a bit, but the more important thing for me is my wife being accepting and approving. I actually asked her to pat my rubber pants and call me a "Good boy". She also feeds me milk from a bottle and rocks me in her arms (whilst wearing a rubber apron).
Do not get me wrong. We do not do this every day, and it certainly does not get in the way of our sex life. However, I do find this AB game satisfying. I have thought about this, and there is certainly a deep connection for me between this and episodes in my childhood. I had trouble controlling both my bladder and my bowels up to the age of about eight. This embarassed my mother who, as a consequence, got angry with me. I distinctly remember being scared of her anger - so much so that I once tried hiding a pair of soiled pants in an old tin in the rubbish bin. My mother actually found these and, shaking them in my face, harangued me whilst I cried.
So, I think there is a link in my mind between my mother's anger and the relief of "letting go" and, disgusting though it may sound, the warm comfort round my loins of fresh - well, you know what I mean! This is why I say that this particular aspect of this part of my rubber fetish is, for me, more to do with seeking acceptance and approval. If I am honest, I want my mother to say, "It's alright, I understand, it's not your fault - you are not a bad person."
Later on, my mother also gave the impression that sex was dirty and, of course, all this has got mixed up in my head. For another person , exactly the same circumstances would have had a different result. Also, I must say that my Mum is not a bad person. I love her, but she was very much a product of a repressive age.
Why has this come to the fore now? I don't know - as I have said, my wife and I have been married for 31 years. She knows all about my love of rubber, and we have been sharing this for all our married life (she looks magnificent in a black rubber dress!)
What I do know is that my wife is an absolute star and I love her dearly. Her acceptance of this, and her willingness to participate in this scenario, has made me realise how much I love and treasure her. I feel happier, more relaxed and even more aware of how important it is to communicate with the people you love.
Thanks for reading this - I hope it may help with your understanding.