I am a happily married heterosexual family man, born in the middle 1950's, father of two growing children.
My earliest rubber memories are that in my youth (preschool) I knew where my sisters kept their rubber bathing caps and that rubber boots were interesting in some strange way. My mother sometimes had rubber gloves in the kitchen and when she did they, again, attracted my attention. Of course, at this age, it was all pretty "innocent".
In my teenage years I discovered a pair of rubber knickers in the bottom of a drawer in my mother's chest of drawers. It was obvious that they had not been disturbed for years. The white rubber was slightly bloodstained in the crotch, so that I have always assumed (but have never confirmed) that they were something to do with menstruation. I "borrowed" these pants and had some very pleasant experiences with them before becoming too ashamed of what I was doing. I also once bought a rubber bathing cap at a local sports shop, but the stress of going into the shop and asking for it (I knew that the shop assistant was reading my thoughts about what I was going to use if for) was so much that I never repeated the exercise.
In my twenties my interest in rubber came more to the fore after an early girlfriend asked me one evening what I was thinking about when we were lying in bed together. Feeling relaxed in her presence, I told her that I had been picturing the pleasant cool feeling of a rubber bathing cap being pulled down over my face. She didn't follow this up and I quickly fell asleep. The next morning she told me that she had hardly slept all night, thinking about what I had told her the night before. She explained that this had unnerved and worried her, because she could not relate to it at all and she suggested that I talk with people who might understand. Via the NVSH ("Nederlands Vereniging voor Sexual Hervorming" - "Dutch Association for Sexual Reform") I came in contact with the VSSM ("Vereniging Study SM" - "Association for the Study of SM") which is a Dutch group campaigning for acceptance of SM and Fetish feelings.
At a VSSM afternoon I met other people wearing rubber for the first time in my life:
In the years that followed I gradually started buying rubber clothes that I fancied. I made the necessary mistakes, but have bought most of my clothes from Sealwear in the UK. They may not be the most modern or 'flashy', but their quality is good and they will help and advice you if you want something that isn't in their catalogue.
I have met few women who are into rubber and when I have, they have either not been available, have been beyond reach, or (surprisingly) not been my type. When I met my wife, I introduced her to my rubber fetish pretty soon and although she has tried various articles of clothing from time to time, rubber doesn't do much for her. She finds one long tight black dress gives her a very explicit 'sexy' look, but she rarely feels inclined to put it on. In general, on the occasions when she wears rubber, it is to please me.
As the years pass, I notice that the way I approach my rubber has gradually changed. When I was younger the look was more important, now days the feel is more important. These days when I put on rubber, it is if a great load has flowed from my shoulders. Peace, relaxation and great pleasure well up in me and I again think, "Why didn't I do this earlier this evening?".
If you want to contact me, do so at rubber-mark at plowman dot nl (de-spam this email address first).
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