A True Rubber Pup
A couple of weeks ago I decided that I wanted to buy myself a new piece of gear. I’d had a couple of bad days, and felt like I needed something to cheer me up. I realised that if I sold some of my possessions which I had no use for, I would be able to afford something I’ve dreamt about owning for a while now – a rubber pup hood. I spent a few days thinking about it to make sure I was making the right decision, before ordering a hood from Blackstyle (with a little help from Boots so I chose the right kind).
I live with my parents, so mesjbnd had kindly allowed me to get the hood delivered to his place to save the inevitable questions from my folks. However, due to a mix up between Blackstyle and PayPal, I wasn’t sure where the parcel was going to be delivered. I’m a bit of a worrier (which is an understatement) so I spent a few days on edge, dreading a DHL delivery van parking outside my house and my parents signing for a package labelled “latex goods”. However, the package arrived at mesjbnd’s house in the end, and I could relax again. The hood was delivered on Tuesday, and we made a last-minute arrangement to meet up for some play Sunday afternoon-Tuesday morning.
On Sunday, I slowly opened the box, and then took out the hood which was wrapped in paper. Very slowly, I opened up the paper to reveal what I’d dreamt of – a rubber pup hood. Even more importantly, it was my rubber pup hood. It looked a little strange, flat and a little dirty, but I was excited to see it at last. A quick polish and it was perfect – black, shiny and wanting to go on my head. I put it on without using a mirror – I wanted that to be a surprise. My first thoughts were how comfortable it was and how easy it was to breathe in. Then it was time for the “big reveal” – looking at myself wearing it in the mirror. Even though I was still wearing my civvies, seeing the pup hood on me was an experience I won’t forget. It looked perfect. I knew I’d made the right decision to buy it.
Taking the hood off, mesjbnd helped me into my catsuit and his rubber socks, gave them a polish (Armorall works wonders with rubber!), and I put the pup hood back on. He locked a chain and a collar around my neck and locked rubber mitts on my hands to give me some paws. I was a rubber pup, and I smiled so much you wouldn’t believe. Looking in the mirror in full rubber was even more of a shock to me. “Is that really me in there?”. I thought that every time I looked at myself in the mirror, and I still feel that way even now when I look at the pictures.
My only problem with the hood was that it really pins back my ears, which makes them hurt a little after awhile. However, as the days wore on, I was able to wear the hood for longer each time, so it was becoming less and less of an issue.
Overall, I’m very pleased I bought the hood. I can’t believe a molded piece of rubber can make me feel so much, but that hood is very special to me, and will certainly get a lot of use in the future.