2 Percent of Jackals…
Recently, Wildgasmasks (the makers of the jackal gasmask, as well as some other animal-inspired gasmasks) tweeted that they had just made the 200th jackal mask:
Hmmm…. out of all of our jackal pods (the original JG-1, the now-discontinued JG-2, and our current 1.5 mold), we have reached Jackal #200
— Wild Gasmasks (@wildgasmasks) September 27, 2015
It’s kind of hard to believe that I own something that exists as only one of 200 in the world. Even more amazing is that, like last year, we managed to get 4 of those rubber jackals together at GearBlast UK…
The event took place back in August in Birmingham. Inspired by something I’ve seen a friend wear, and with some persuasion, I was a rubber drone for the first night of the event.
My rubber drone “uniform” consisted of catsuit, locked restraints, rubber piss shorts (connected to a rubber bag, strapped to my leg), gloves, boots and a hooded S10 connected to a camelbak, ensuring I didn’t have to take the mask off in order to get a drink. Despite my anxiety before the event, everything fit well, and I didn’t leak water all over the place!
It was good to be in all that gear, but I didn’t fully enjoy it. Events aren’t really my thing – I tend to chat to people online for a long time before meeting and being geary with them, so being in a venue full of others I didn’t really know made me feel pretty anxious. It’s not the people who were at the venue who were making me feel that way – just my own thoughts and lack of confidence in larger groups.
The next day, my thoughts were getting to me and I was genuinely thinking about skipping the second night at the venue. However, before the event, I’d arranged with Rocket, Rubberwulf and Rubbot that we should recreate the four dry suited jackals photos from the previous year. It was that thought that dragged me out of the hotel, into my drysuit and off to the venue.
Still not fully feeling in the mood, I added my hood and jackal mask and went off to find the other three jackals. After some hugging, groping and humping with the other jackals, Rocket suddenly pointed at me and asked me to follow him. Excited and curious, I followed the heavy rubber jackal to one of the rooms in the venue that contained various bondage furniture – including a bondage cross. Taken by surprise, I did as I was told and stood in place on the cross, ready to be restrained.
I’d never experienced such a turnaround in mood so quickly – from feeling down and defensive and out of place, to feeling amazing and horny and feeling so right to be with my fellow heavy-rubbered friends. Once released from the cross, I couldn’t thank them enough – not only for the scene but for bringing me out of my head.
I’m immensely proud to be one of the 200 rubber jackals in the world. I’m very thankful to Rubberwulf, Rocket, Rubbot and Gadget for helping me find my jackal self once more – as well as to GiZmoes for taking the photos of such a special scene to me.