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WAX JACKETS
& OTHER STUFF:
A Correspondence
Here is another detailed exchange of ideas and opinions.
This time there is a resolutely strong focus on one (unusual) fetish - waxed
cotton motorcycle gear.
Not everybody's cup of tea, but the nature of fetish in general is explored in
this lengthy correspondence.
In the BONDAGE READER SERIES printed booklet, an Introduction, puts the
general topic into perspective:
FETISH
GETTING IT INTO FOCUS
As a word, Fetish means different things to different people. Personal
erotic/sensual turn-on imagery often defies easy explanation. Trying to analyse
things too closely can complicate the issue even further. If you enjoy it and
it does no harm to anybody else - go for it.
High heels or garter belts, fishnet stockings or thigh-high rubber
waders, bulky bike leathers or slinky cat-suits in latex or PVC - to each his
own. ‘Getting off’ using a sensual stimulant, the look, feel, smell, sound,
taste - can spark very different energies in different brains.
Imagery enjoyable in the imagination can occupy the mind for many a
happy hour. A determination to turn the fantasy into some sort of reality can
offer endless exciting possibilities or screw up your life completely. It’s all
a matter of degree. The fine line between an interest - enthusiasm - obsession - fixation, is a matter of personal
circumstance. Certainly, it can become a distraction in your everyday life if
there is no one to share it with.
People who develop a secret instinctive erotic preference may be worried
because social conditioning tells them this is a “perversion”. If it doesn’t
fit into a recognised category of kink, it can be even more disturbing. There
was a time when a guilty fantasy could stew dangerously because there was no
safe means of finding out if there were others on the same wavelength. That has
all changed.
In these days of Internet, the information highway is wide open - and
safe.
Even when someone else’s particular ‘kink’ does not appeal - finding
what other people fantasise about / worry about / achieve, can stimulate the
mind. The process of writing down thoughts and describing complicated feelings
can clarify things for the writer as well as those who read it. Such written
exposures can remain anonymous, or serve as introduction before developing
closer contact with others. Communication is a valuable skill.
This collection of written correspondence should illustrate the value of
making a concentrated effort to explore in detail a private enthusiasm (or is
it obsession?) with other people.
Even if the highly specialised sensual appeal of waxed motorcycle gear
is not your specific ‘thing’, enjoy the enjoyment shared between two
enthusiasts.
The
opening of the correspondence =
Dear Jim Stewart,
I felt that a letter was
appropriate although I am not what you call a letter writer.
Its only over the past few
months that I have discovered Fetters and all it stands for. Your catalogue and
stories Top Ridge Farm, Three Scenarios and John Stapleton's The
Adventures of a Motorcycle Messenger have really amazed me. They are so
totally on my wavelength. I
understand what you say in the ‘blurb’ about them being mainly for
information and to show alternatives. This they have done for me in lots of
ways - but they’re also HOT.
You say you like feedback
because it helps the information bank. Well the bank has really paid out for
me. I understand a lot of things more clearly since reading the above titles -
then taking in all the details from your ‘So I Like To Get Tied-up’. I
will admit that for many years I thought I was the only one - until meeting one
other guy who has the same way of thinking about physical restraint using
everyday gear for that purpose.
For example, I was intrigued
to read about your army Combat Jacket modified with handcuffs inside pockets. I
have a Levi denim jacket (faded blue - one of 6) which I modified in a similar
way a long time ago. It has slant
pockets at front, and I daringly cut a small hole in each so a handcuff chain
could be threaded through inside between pockets. By placing a hand in each
pocket, cuffs can be closed on the wrists by somebody else - who then closes
the denim jacket before escorting his helpless prisoner - wherever. Together
we’ve tried several versions of this. It’s easier with two pairs of cuffs, a
single cuff of each locking each hand into separate pockets, then the two spare
cuffs inside the jacket can just be locked together. I have myself been in
different configurations of this idea on many occasions, up to a few hours -
even to the extent of shopping with my partner; most enjoyable.
Gear you mention like PVC,
oilskins, leather, army combat boots is very much my scene also, but my main
items for restraint is Belstaff or Barbour motorcycle black waxed cotton. My
total ownership is now some twelve jackets plus six trousers all of different
sizes shapes and condition. May I please ask you, in Top Ridge Farm you
mention waxed cotton very briefly but give nothing like the detailed
descriptions you give of leather and oilskins - so have you yourself had
experience of waxed cotton, and have you ever written anything that involves
Belstaffs for any use, in any way? I would be very interested to hear.
Unfortunately I’ve failed to find many people that have a particular interest
in waxed cotton.
My favourite way to use my Belstaff waxed
gear is as follows:-
1st jacket (old
well waxed) plus trousers, both inside out put on over naked body
and done up
as fully as possible.
2nd jacket + trousers
on properly - preferably smaller size than first ones making
them tight to
the body. Then add waxed cotton mittens + rubber boots.
3rd jacket on
properly with mitts sealed and snapped inside jacket cuffs.
Then, hands
in pockets, belted around arms + rope used around waist to
fix arms
tightly to body and keep hands in pockets.
4th jacket on
back-to-front + more rope to keep arms tight.
5th Extra large
jacket properly on with belt done up, empty sleeve-ends in pockets, and more
rope around body if necessary,
That’s only a very brief
description, but I can assure you it can be a very effective restraint plus HOT
in all senses of the word. I enjoy being tied up like this for hours, being fed
and bedded down for the whole night with a pillow covered in an old jacket.
Very stimulating, even to think about in retrospect.
I feel I could continue
writing but do not wish to bore you with ramblings that possibly only interest
me. I have enclosed an SAE and hope very much you can reply in some way about
the questions on waxed cotton. Any extra ideas on their use in any way would,
of, course be appreciated. Yours - - - signed
Hello Geof,
Your letter left at Fetters UK
eventually reached me - only a couple of hours ago, in fact. Thanks for your
detailed and well considered descriptions and questions. I enjoy discussion,
whether face to face or in correspondence ... as you will have gathered from
the various books.
Looks like you’ve read most of
what appears in the ‘Bondage Readers’ series. Did I say the books were “... only for information
....” ? That worried me. Without looking it up, I hope I suggested that in the
fiction the stories contain reliable information rather than impossible and
perhaps dangerous fantasy. They’re certainly not mindless jerk-off material -
but I hope they’re packed with things people can get off on ... but different
people get off on different things.
Running my
eye down your much appreciated letter ...
Feedback - is always welcomed - and valuable because
it can be shared, passed along, built on. Yes, we’re on the same wavelength if
you’re turned on by leather, heavy rubber (as distinct from latex), oilskin,
combat gear and boots - especially used in restraint situations. All that I can
happily share in. In fiction, choosing
the range of images and the predicaments they can create is like assembling a
storyboard, the pieces making a visual sequence for the Mind’s Eye. Visualising
a mental fantasy step-by-step is the subject of Scenario for a Leather
Fantasy (in the GAMES MEN PLAY booklet). ‘Visualisation’, as a
mental exercise, is currently a hot topic with me. Of course in preparation for
an actual happening the selection from the toy-cupboard and pre-planning of the
event, is the same process. In the imagination one makes choices in advance.
When writing fiction or in a real live
scene, whatever is pre-planned can easily be modified as the action happens
because it’s a shared experience. My particular turn-on is a slightly
competitive element, so tables can be turned; the unexpected can always happen
between well-matched players. That’s why I so often refer in scenarios to
‘interaction’
Your handcuffs under a denim
jacket is probably as much
fun as my military version - all a matter of what imagery turns you or your
play-partner on. Out in public, being disadvantaged is great, isn’t it ... as is
escorting somebody out who’s some how handicapped ... specially if the one
who’s supposedly in control is also wearing something locked on which the
‘incapacitated’ person holds the key for (which may not be accessible until he
is first unlocked).
Barbour and Belstaff have always attracted me (both wax cotton
and the old Black Prince shiny stuff). I’m delighted to make contact with
somebody else who’s attracted to greasy wax cotton - one of my earliest lusts.
I envy you the succession of layers you describe. Because such a routine takes
time to pull on and help to complete ... lucky you to have somebody willing to
indulge/assist/encourage/provoke you. Tell me what he gets up to during times
when you’re suitably suited up! I hope he gets off on your predicament - or do
you take turn and turn about?
The practicalities of
layering have always
fascinated me. Wax Cotton against skin is terrific. For the past few months I
have been trying to track down a source of really greasy wax cotton fabric on
the roll, so Fetters could line more bags and sacks.
Long ago, before I started
Fetters, I made a sort of strait jacket out of an old Barbour wax jacket, but
it didn’t last long because the garment itself needed extra strength. I have
always liked to fight my way out of whatever I’ve been put into, if it’s
humanly possible. Nowadays, I sometimes put a canvas or mesh strait-jacket over
a wax or oilskin jacket to enjoy the tactile effect plus the strength, heat and
inescapable-ness. The hotter it gets, the softer and more clinging. I may be
old and out of shape - but I still get to enjoy the occasional roll-around.
Clapped out or damaged wax
cotton gear is something
I’m always on the lookout for. With this I would like to make mitts and bag
hoods of the same delicious fabric. If I’m successful in finding the fabric on
the roll I shall also make the equivalent of army kit bags, big enough to cover
a body snugly once dressed in suits and boots (and maybe hood). The army trick
of using two kit bags, one over head and one up from feet and lacing them
together in the middle (as described in the ‘Initiative Test’ story) has
always been a favourite of mine. Never yet made a bag from waxed cotton - and I
prefer old to new ... so I’m always on the prowl for the stuff.
Do you ever take pictures of
yourselves when in or
getting into your layers of wax gear? That I would like to see.
My
current projects?
I just got back from
I also did a workshop on
‘Enforced Chastity’. Rather than traditional lockable belts I was talking
mainly about lockable clothes. The group discussion covered a lot of ground -
and
Do you try to stimulate
yourself when layered in gear?
Or do you wear something underneath to prevent you from stimulating yourself?
Do you spend time locked into stuff and unable to get out of it when the key
holder is somewhere else?
So, give me a call next time
you’re around this way (I’m
only a mile from Vauxhall) and we could perhaps meet and gossip. Since I
retired from the day-to-day running of Fetters I have much more time on my
hands ... although am usually quite busy, I do
self-indulge myself just bouncing ideas around in letters and on e-mail.
Keep in touch. Your letter was
much appreciated.
Sincerely yours,
ENCLOSED NOTES
ON 'MAKING FANTASY MORE POTENT'
————————-
HE PHONED - HAS PLAYMATE WHO HE HAS BEEN VISITING FOR
TEN YEARS(?) -
DOES NOT RIDE BIKE -
SUGGESTED STRUGGLING INTO OR OUT
OF MULTIPLE SUITS WHILE IMPRISONED INSIDE BAG (PREFERABLY BAG MADE OF WAXED
FABRIC / CANVAS)
WOULD LIKE
MORE WAX COTTON STORIES - AND PICTURES SENT PICTURES OPPOSITE
= WAX JACKET
UNDER STRESS
HIS SECOND LETTER -
Dear Jim,
First of all may I wish you a
Happy New Year and hope that 1998 will live up to your expectations.
What a phone call on 15th
December! Very many thanks for listening to me and chatting about the much
loved Waxed Cotton. A rare treat, as so many people think I’m obsessive on the
topic. So, I can assure you it did me a power of good to be able to talk to
somebody who shares, at least in part, my somewhat exclusive preferences.
Hearing other people’s ideas and experiences is real food for the mind.
Your letter was also a great
eye-opener, also. To know that there are more than a few other people out there
who get off on waxed cotton, PVC etc, and the tying up of others in it, is a
relief for me.
So now
I will try and answer your questions and give you some more feedback.
Yes, where I mentioned ‘for
information only’ I did mean more than that sounds - as you say, jerk-off
material based on a more solid reality and real experience is more potent. I
have read all your booklets avidly. Now, to some extent, in my new ‘creative
thinking’ (which follows) I have used certain prompts from John Stapleton’s
brilliant motorcycle messenger stories about PVC and the hosing down with a
water pipe situation - in my own ‘visualisations’.
It’s good to know that you are
also attracted to the old shiny Barbour and Belstaff Black Prince-type gear as
well. So am I. Sensually different from the touch, sight, smell, taste of waxed
cotton - and of course they can also be used together to ring the changes.
You ask what my mate does
when I have been well dressed in waxed
cotton as described last time. Most occasions he will have already got himself
fully dressed in one of the Belstaff suits, all snapped and strapped on
properly - perhaps with nothing on underneath. Suitably togged up, he then
proceeds to instruct me to dress in various ways with the waxed cotton. As I
get more bundled up, he sometimes pulls on an extra jacket himself - before I
am tied up; usually with rope, sometimes hands behind back or with arms at my
sides, or folded over chest and tied at back as if in a strait-jacket. This is
really exciting to me, to be slowly and methodically layered, knowing that at
the end I will be totally restrained by the gear; helpless in the gear - it’s a great sensual trip. The process can
last sometimes for hours whilst he feels my body all over, smells the waxed
cotton, sits on my face so I can smell his waxed cotton while he brings me near
to climax, but as we know each other so well we know when to stop and then
enjoy a cuddle - or I am restrained even further by straps to the bed or
sometimes chair and left until he decides to return and continue. This has been
known to continue all night. On occasions a gag has been used (to cut down the
‘interaction as you call it) and a leather blindfold, but my greatest liking
while being tied down is for a Black Prince jacket to be placed around my head
to keep out the light but just enough
air to be breathed. This is shiny-side towards face so the lovely smooth fabric
is against my skin. Having this rubbed over my face, told to lick it, the
jacket is well damp and slippery so my controller’s hands massage my face with
the jacket. This can also be done with waxed cotton, yes the older and greasier
the better - but brand new can also be excellent.
Turn and turn about? - no, I am always the guy to be
dressed, man-handled and tied up - but I do say sometimes what should happen.
In most cases after a great deal of body restraint and massage I will be
brought to a total climax, usually creaming the inside the waxed cotton
trousers.
I hope you can still read my
writing as at the moment I am sitting in an arm chair in one Belstaff black m/c
suit of waxed cotton on properly, the collar buckle done up all very nice and
neat.
I agree, to get hot inside
the waxed cotton is great and the different texture of PVC - oilskins
underneath waxed cotton is excellent. On one occasion last year in one of our
nights, having put two complete Belstaff waxed cotton suits on properly (both reasonably
tight fitting) I was put in an army sleeping bag so only my head was outside,
and told to see how much of the first jacket put on me could be undone and
removed without undoing the second jacket. This is not very easy but is to me
great fun trying to ease the waxed cotton about inside an enclosed area.
Of course, every so often I
would get a prod or hands on my cock area saying I am not moving about enough
or trying hard enough. I did undo one jacket completely but it’s impossible to
take it off. So I failed, so that night was strapped just as I was in the
sleeping bag by both rope and leather straps. With only my head showing, I was
fed and given a drink before again being gagged with a rubber gag.
As you can see, I’m perhaps
obsessive - but it’s my ‘thing’ so what the hell. For me, layers and the black
waxed cotton of a motorcycle suit is just fantastic - not just to wear but in
other circumstances. To see it on another guy whether riding a bike or sitting
in a chair - or for that matter standing in a shower with the water flowing,
making the material run with water. Your
descriptions (and John Stapleton’s) of action in such gear are so on my
wavelength and, as you say, it’s all achievable fantasy.
I can just vividly
‘visualise’ the sleepsack lined with really old greasy waxed cotton as you
describe it - definitely with a hood of the same - and being strapped in it for
the night. I’m sure there must be some rolls of such fabric somewhere. How do
the people at Fetters react to it as they use these materials in the workroom.
Wow!
Make mitts and hoods from
waxed cotton - YES - and
what about socks as well?; shorts to wear under Levi jeans - nobody would know.
If you had gloves first then mitts then a bag to cover the hand once on, with
the sleeves of the jackets holding them in place, your fingers would be
useless, what at trip!
Army type kit bags - yes please. What fun to use. I
must admit I do think I could be a real
slave to waxed cotton - add pillowcases
and even sheets for the bed to my wish-list!
On two occasions when really
tied up in lots of gear, I’ve even had to eat my food - bread & milk, jelly
and custard from an old but clean jacket that was laying on the bed. Being
forced to lick up the liquid and food is very humiliating but was a great feeling
first time. Same has been done with me with the food on a Black Prince jacket
which is more easily cleaned - as would be PVC and Oilskins. Not tried with
these, but no doubt could be as good.
Pictures taken? - not in layering, as these could be a
bit difficult to get developed, but have enclosed some of me in some waxed
cotton and
I would think you had a great
deal to read and write after returning from
With regard to being locked
into gear and left alone and unable to remove the gear - It’s only really
inside his flat this works, although we have ventured out on a couple of
occasions with gear being worn - PVC trousers underneath jeans plus 2 waxed
cotton jackets one inside-out under one properly, just to walk in the woods,
but not much else.
Do I ride a bike? - No, and never have done. Just get
great pleasure out of wearing and seeing waxed cotton (and on very odd
occasions Black Prince) and yes sometimes I can get to
Now just a few questions if you can still read my writing as I’m
rushing to finish tonight so to be able to post tomorrow - because I do so hope to hear more from you.
Have you
any photos of waxed cotton or Black Prince?
Do you own
much waxed cotton or similar gear?
Oilskins -
do you have? - if so, what kind yellow
or black?
Rubber army
ponchos - have you ever worn just by itself?
How do you
wax your w/cotton gear?
Do you like the jackets with plaid or
nylon linings and thin or thick.
Do you wax inside the pockets?
Well, Jim, I hope you find
this letter of some interest. Have enjoyed writing it very much and enclose
photos - also a story a mate wrote some years ago after I’d had some very
interesting sessions with him. Unfortunately he died two years ago. You may
keep the copy of the story.
Yours sincerely -
PS Just as a quick second
thought - which magazines do you find the best for tying up, and where is the
best place for pur
HE PHONED MID JAN
SENT HIM STORY ‘Well Waxed
and Waterproof’’ (previously unpublished but written in draft form many
years ago)
Hi Geof,
How long is it since you phoned me? I lose track. I know I promised I’d
look at the second letter from you and respond more fully. Now, I’ve not only
looked through your two previous letters but taken the liberty of typing them. Don’t
worry, there’s no risk of them being shown to other people - not unless you’d
like to see them in print (without your name on them, obviously).
It’s just that, since hearing
from you before Xmas, my mind has swung back to wax cotton - something I hadn’t
given much thought to for 20 years (since my enjoyable experiences on the
Lancashire moors, which I was prompted to write up more fully as the
autobiographical ‘Well Waxed and Waterproof’ after hearing from you).
Those game-playing experiences
were a memorable period of my life. It all happened at a time when I was
working in
I was interested in the format
my re-telling of the 'Well Waxed' story emerged in, because I’ve been
thinking a lot recently about re-living experiences in the Mind’s Eye. Your
letter prompted me to think back, but the way the story came out surprised me,
switching time-scales and tenses. Also, like the ‘Initiative Test’ story,
although I hadn’t thought about the experience for years, when I focused back
on it, even the smallest details of the event came back to me - I didn’t have
to invent anything. It was all there stored away - it just emerged once I
pressed the right mental button - and that was from even further back in my
life.
Let me have your reaction to
seeing your letters typed up, and you rereading them. They cover the subject
very fully from your particular slant on it.
Not much has happened since you
phoned - except that I have decided I would like to own some ‘used’ waxed
cotton (see what you did!) and so advertised in Loot. Nothing! Not a single
reply. I would like to get a couple of suits in Extra Large or at least large.
Also in the advert, I asked if anyone had some damaged or clapped out waxed
clothing they wanted to get rid of -
following up on my plan was to cut stuff up and make hoods / mitts etc.
My ad brought zilch (as the Americans say). I’m thinking of advertising in a
Bike magazine but am not sure which. Any suggestions?
In the Sixties I used to get off
on picture and adverts in these bike
magazines. Here are a few images scanned from back issues. I hope are of
interest in spite of the ‘moiré’ graining effect (see next page).
Sunday m/c 'Scrambles' I also
used to attend in the mud and rain - just for the hell of it. I will did out
some pictures of those bike hill-climbs where we all stood around and helped
haul bikes out of ditches and got showered with mud - which was all part of the
fun.
Back to your
second letter:-
Your long description of how
you play with the mate you
mentioned makes excellent reading. As does the idea of you sitting there
writing it wearing a Belstaff suit all snapped closed and buckled up to the
neck. Amazing how close some of the things you describe are to what I was
getting up to twenty years ago. Very much on my wavelength - specially because
as I was ‘re-living’ and writing the original moorland story the day after the
event - I was doing exactly the same thing -all togged up in waxed cotton suit
while writing.
You were also describing the
practicalities of climbing into a waxed suit inside-out - which I have loved
doing ever since I got the first opportunity. I’ve done the same with shiny
fabric M/C gear, but the greasy, gungy feel of waxed stuff really does things
for me
The waterproof type of army
sleeping bag is something
else I’m with you on. These I do occasionally sleep in inside-out but to get it
strapped on and impossible to escape from is something else. That doesn’t
happen nearly often enough. Great feeling, specially when you are not the one
deciding when enough is enough.
The Black Prince Stormcoat I have in my wardrobe is more often used to
cover the bed than wear as a coat. I love the weight and the smell and feel.
There was a time when I was proud to put it on complete with waders and go out
on a bike in it. Nowadays it would look like a museum piece. However, I think a
lot of heads would turn. It’s still one of my favourite visual images and I’d
love to get some video of someone wearing one and perhaps restrained and
struggling. I’m giving myself ideas!
An interesting e-mail arrived from somebody in the
Eating off the surface of
shiny PVC is something
that’s never occurred to me. Maybe because I’m not into humiliation. I don’t
know ... but I think it sounds a powerful situation.
Preventing self-stimulation, you said, would spoil the situation for
you. Once again, John Stapleton in his Further Adventures of a Motorcycle
Messenger spread-eagle in bike leathers under a double-thickness PVC suit
plus a double-thickness PVC anorak over it - then has his mate laying on top of
him in the pouring rain on sodden grass, wearing another PVC suit, and humping
him until they both came inside their suits with layer upon layer between them
- with no real physical contact at all. Hot in all senses of the word in my
book. To each his own - but it certainly pushes my buttons every time I re-read
the story, or even visualise it! At one time we even took some photos of a
similar predicament with the idea of getting drawings made. I always think a
good drawing based on actual practical reference material packs more punch than
photos.
Finally,
your list of six questions:-
1 No,
I don’t have ANY photos of Black Prince and waxed cotton in kinky action ... at
the moment. That may soon change - since staring to write to you!
2 I
only own one waxed suit - have very seldom used it recently ... but now need
more!
3 The
oilskins I own are mainly black ex-Navy ‘Foul Weather’ suits, two piece and
heavy. I bought several because I intended to line one so it was shiny inside
as well as out and even bulkier. Like so many other ‘fantasies’ I never got
around to it - but I do occasionally struggle into one inside-out before
pulling another on the right way out. Not that I do such things very often
these days, because I lack serious encouragement.
Old
fashioned high visibility yellow heavy construction site oilskins very much
turn me on if the right sort of guy is
wearing them - but nowadays the fabric is usually the thin stuff, which holds
no attraction for me. I occasionally see a heavy old yellow waterproof
tarpaulin on the back of a lorry and imagine being rolled up in it.
I
no longer have the RAF blue nylon Flight Deck suit described in the Brighton
Front story. I spent some happy
hours in it when I was in the RAF and later - but that was centuries ago.
4 Heavy
rubbery army ponchos of the old type I still love and have a couple which go
nicely over a strait-jacket.
5 I
haven’t waxed a suit or jacket for 25 years! Even my old green Yuppie Barbour
jacket doesn’t get waxed, although I think there’s still a tin of wax in the
cupboard.
6 Waxed
cotton lined in nylon I’ve never seen - it was always plaid and slightly greasy
and damp-feeling ... love it!
Well, that’s about all ...
enough is enough! Let me
have your reaction to your letters typed up . Also, if you could send the copy
back with any corrections, I will make a revised copy for you. Don’t worry
about confidentiality. I won’t show it to anybody unless you’d like me to,
before putting someone else in touch with you if they’re into the same sort of
stuff.
For the moment - happy
daydreaming. Give me a call or write sometime soon. I am returning your photos.
Thanks for letting me see them. If you have biker magazine pictures or anything
you’ve collected over the years I would love to see them, because the Fifties
and Sixties magazines and catalogues were just my style. Also, there were some
hot home-produced Rubber Magazines circulating privately in those days -
crudely Xeroxed (Roneoed) but full of hot stories and drawings because photo
reproduction was virtually impossible in those days).
Stay in touch - and have fun.
Hi Jim
Well, here we are again and
may I say many thanks for your letter and the return of my photos. I’m glad to
think you enjoyed them. Of course I enjoyed taking them as they involved all
the waxed cotton Belstaffs I own.
The reaction to reading my
own letters now all very nicely typed up is great and now I have a copy,
hopefully will not repeat myself too many times about the same subject. If you
wish to show other people my thinking, do ... but, as you say, without my name
etc. Should anyone like to be in contact with me please let me know first.
To see them in print
somewhere, obviously could be interesting.
Very many thanks for your
story Well Waxed and Waterproof. What great reading and so very much my
line of thinking. Perhaps, it being a cold day would not have helped me and I
think I would have appreciated more layers of waxed cotton - the first
inside-out against my body. As you say, plaid is nice and greasy and damp
feeling - yes, I love it. I like the last sentence “But that’s another story”.
How about telling what happened next (did it really happen?) and putting it in
print with the other.
The guy you talk about from
Bradford is/was on my wavelength; no real relationships, just meeting when
opportunity allows, plenty of all types of bondage with gear used in many
different ways and a final shoot-off into the gear at the end is more than I
would expect. Your story is very much like happenings in John Stapleton’s
various Motorcycle Messenger stories, PVC anoraks over PVC one-piece
suits and/or leathers, and just humping until both men came - excellent
reading. Are you sure you and John Stapleton are not the same person? If not -
is he into waxed cotton or just modern bike gear?
It’s rather disheartening to
think that you did not get one reply to your ad for second-hand waxed cotton
m/c gear in Loot. I must admit you don’t very often see anyone selling Belstaff
waxed cotton. Where do all the old jackets and trousers go to? - left in a shed
to rot or mildew - or just be thrown away, or do all those guys keep hold of
them because they like the look and feel of them? I just don’t know. Of course
I am always on the lookout so will keep you in mind. Also, when I next go to
Devon or speak to Mike I will see if I could send you a really old one of ours,
so you can cut it up and make some mitts and hoods. One m/c magazine to advertise in could be
the monthly CLASSIC M/C. Just a possibility.
Your Black Prince Storm coat
sounds great and should look excellent when put on. I should think it could be
used in many ways but to use it as a bed cover to lie on ... what equal ideas
we do have!. Yes, how about a very old waxed cotton suit on inside out all done
up, rubber gloves and wellie boots then another Belstaff waxed cotton suit on
back-to-front all done up and waxed cotton mittens ... now the Black Prince
storm coat on properly. With rope to secure the arms at your sides very tight
around the chest and elbows then the knees and ankles with wrists secured to
legs then placed inside ex army waterproof sleeping bag fully done up and
strapped on. Now see you struggle to get out of that. I would very much like to
try. Plus have either a Black Prince jacket or an old Belstaff waxed cotton
jacket or even a heavy black PVC coat placed over my head and rubbed all over,
forced into mouth (like in your ‘Well Waxed ... ’ story). Just smell it
all!!
Your description of the
rubber lined army laundry-sack ... Oh what bliss this could be. Trapped inside
army rubber getting hot and sticky ... the hotter the better so the lovely
rubber becomes all wet, with other gear over the top. Just how long would we be
able to control ourselves ... but to cum inside would be heaven with a little
help from a guy also in rubber or army gear.
My description of eating off
a Black Prince jacket was not really done as a humiliation but as a sensual
(smell and taste) way of using the gear.
It’s a pity you do not have
photos of your waxed cotton and your Black Prince coat. You must take some.
Also, you must use your waxed cotton suit to get it even more worn in. The
ex-navy Black Foul Weather suits sound excellent. Again photos should be taken.
Do they also have hoods? If so, what kind and how do they do up?
Again the old yellow PVC
oilskins are great. I can remember years ago having a cycling cape, yellow and
sticky and fairly heavy. Naked, I’d put it on inside out, get into bed, pull up
all the bed clothes around me and roll about in the cape to get warm and
sweaty. Great fun but would have been better if someone had tied it on me
first.
A heavy yellow tarpaulin -
waterproof - wow - just rolled in it and then strapped very tight in many
places and taken for a long ride on the back of the lorry underneath another
heavy tarpaulin, knowing it was raining hard.
The old style rubbery army
ponchos to me are just a great turn-on. They can be used in many ways with many
other articles of clothing and can hide a multitude of sins like in your Initiative Test story. I will
tell you in next letter of some ways I would use them. That’s if you want to
know??
You should get your waxed
cotton suit and use the tin of wax on it. Again there are many ways in which
you can get a lot of enjoyment out of the job.
Last night a re-read part of Top
Ridge Farm. More stimulating every time I read it. It’s really great in the
detailed descriptions, and still leaves a lot to the imagination. All the
different types of gear - army cammos, PVC, plenty of rope - wonderful. And the
more layers the better.
I will read all the
correspondence again and should I find any typos, will of course return them to
be amended. By the time I write next I hope to be able to give you really full
description of one of my escapades with Mike. It’s your choice which you would
like to hear about first - please let me know.
1:
My fantasy of how I get found and kept in waxed cotton, etc.
2:
A weekend as an army Private.
3:
Two nights in the wet
4: A trip to the
shops in gear.
.... or if you give me a list
of gear and accessories I will picture how I would use them and describe.
Well, that’s four pages. I
hope you can read my scribble OK. I am now on holiday till end of March ...
will have some fun in gear as I am decorating now for at least a week. - Geof.
Hi Geof,
Only a quick one. Your letter
was waiting for me what I got back after a few days away from
Glad you continue to get more
out of Well Waxed with re-reading. Would it be a hotter story if told in
straightforward time sequence rather than in the disjointed manner it came out
in? I wanted to explore the 'roving' thinking that can happen during a long
bondage session when you lose all sense of time. Also, I could soup it up with
fiction but, believe it or not, it is told basically as it happened.
I have tried to find time to
write down a few more thoughts on the Storm Coat and Black Prince two-piece
suit ... but so far, not had the time. I, too, like the idea of the rubberised
army laundry bags used to encase and truss somebody. I plan to find or make
some bags.
Have not yet found the photos of
Navy foul weather suits. These were taken for the Farm Story when it was
going to be illustrated. I spent an awful lot of time and money getting the
pictures set up, but the illustrations never got used. A very good artist, and
some of the drawings must have taken a lot of time and skill. I was sorry for
the guy who drew them - I just never got around to publishing them.
No, John Stapleton is for real -
and our preferences are very similar - which is why we've exchanged ideas for
the past twenty years. In fact he wrote the 'Further Adventures' for me because
of the staked-out in the rain bundled up in leathers and oilskins, with me in
mind. That's another sequence I'd love to see illustrated. John and I did a
mock-up of the staking out in a Foul Weather suit and took pictures. I will try
and find them also.
You ask what you should write. I
like the idea of you dreaming up ways to use a few of the big and heavy army
ponchos. Of the list of topics you suggested, I also like the sound of ‘Two
nights in the wet’ and your fantasy of being found and kept in waxed cotton.
I was also hoping John Stapleton
would take the hint and write something on the subject. This weekend I’ve
written him a note reminding him he said he might.
That’s about all for today. You
said you were decorating for a week so this letter may sit on your office desk
until you get back there. Please give me a call after it has reached you.
Keep up the good work. Cheers
HE PHONED PROMISED OLD JACKET TO
CUT UP
I DESCRIBED
MITTS AND BAG HOOD + PLUS HOOD TO LACE TIGHT
Hi Jim,
Well, here is another letter
which I hope you find interesting and that I do not repeat too much from my
other letters. It makes things a lot easier if you type up my letters, so when
you find time please continue.
It was a pity I could not
contact you straight away, as I had seen a Belstaff waxed cotton jacket for
sale which sounded a reasonable price but when I phoned back after the weekend
it had been sold. I will, of course, keep my eyes and ears open for any more.
Yes, indeed, I have read “Well
Waxed ...” again, and in the second and third time of reading I did pick up
more information. The story not being told in sequence does not matter. I know
from experience about losing track of time while in bondage - and using the
time to think your way into the future or past rather than the uncomfortable
present. You mention that in the Farm story, also.
Have you yet had time to
write down any more thoughts on the Belstaff Storm Coat? I’d love to own one.
Also, has your mind kicked in over other
uses for the rubberised laundry bags yet? How about having a pair of Levi jeans
and Levi denim jacket lined with cut up bag so the rubbery material is always
against your body? Nobody would know what you were feeling and of course your
cammo jacket over the top for extra feeling of bulk and a great look – even in
public. What a ‘kick’!
What about the Navy foul
weather suit Farm photos? Found them yet? Photos of any gear you have used in
any way; especially guys trussed up in it? By the way, excellent drawing on the
bottom of your recent letter. Did you do it? Also, who did the drawings on the
cover of the “Fetters” catalogue? This is, to me, a fantastic publication. The
photos, drawings and the written information of each item is excellent. I can
get a great deal of bondage knowledge from it all. Would I like to try it all?-
I’m not sure, but I would definitely like to see it used.
To be on that bed in the
drawing of the rubber strait-jacketed and hooded guy all strapped down - yes please!
I really hope that when John
Stapleton returns from The States you will be able to persuade him to write
something on the subject of waxed cotton bondage. I would think his fertile
mind would be able to find something very new and exciting.
Now I
hope I can explain in some detail, which I know will nowhere reach your
excellent writing, my thoughts on some possible uses of the big and heavy army
ponchos.
(Maybe too much of a good
thing - but once my imagination starts to run riot – well you’ve already seen?)
1. On
my own and two ponchos available, the first laid on the bed, smoother
rubberised side up, spread out with pillow covered by it also. The second laid
out in the same way but smooth side down. These would be used as sheets and
being naked climb in between for a nights possible sleep. If eyelets around
edges – fix together as flat bag.
2. Another
idea with two ponchos: Leave first poncho on bed. Stand in front of mirror
and watch as much as possible as I slip the second poncho over my head and let
it hang on my body. Leave the collar standing up and do up any fasteners. Very
gradually twist around the body until wrapped reasonably tight. Lay on other
poncho and roll over tightening the material around the body. This effort
would, I think, eventually make me hot and sweat;, the smell and feel (even
taste) of the smooth poncho make me cum inside it.
3. Me
the “victim” of two army privates, knowing they also get great pleasure from using and
wearing army cammo gear. After being stripped naked, hands handcuffed in front
then wrist forced up behind my neck. Bootlace secures them there.
Me helpless, watch both guys pull on over
their well worn but heavy cammo trousers and genuinely well-worn cammo jackets,
then waterproof cammo gear consisting of trousers and jackets with hoods. Heavy
zips and snap fasteners close firmly. Hoods are not put up but left hanging
back as they now turn their attention to me.
Handcuffed hands brought from the back of
my neck to in front, I am ordered to feel and lick around their waterproof
jackets. This gives me a real hard cock - very noticeable and, not being able
to conceal myself., they smirk and encourage me to get horny but order me not
to cum “or else”!
They produce another pair of waterproof
army trousers, and turn them inside-out provocatively before ordering me to put
them on, my hands still cuffed. They yank them up high painfully, and then
follow with army socks which are pulled over the ends of trouser legs. Next a
pair of heavy cammo trousers (quite tight) which makes the waterproof trousers
press in everywhere. Army boots (black) next, tugged and laced tight - and the
trouser bottoms pulled well down over the top of boots, and the ankle
draw-cords pulled and knotted firmly.
Now comes an army poncho, slipped over my
head, smooth side to my still naked upper body and handcuffed arms. Collar is
turned well up and snaps all closed to tightest size around my chin and mouth.
Ordered to stand still (or else!) am un-cuffed and instructed to raise my arms
sideways, shoulder height, so poncho is hanging from arms, hands at corners.
The poncho material corners now folded over my clenched hands and tied
efficiently with cord around each wrist, so each hand is in a type of fist-bag;
fingers cannot be extended open. Arms are then folded across chest (hand to
opposite elbow) and large black leather belt strapped around waist just below
arm, cinching the poncho tight.
Big cammo jacket pulled around shoulders
and front done up completely. A khaki webbing belt around waist pulling in the
bulk under my folded arms, and, empty sleeves tucked into jacket pockets.
To hide all this, a second heavy army
poncho this time back-to-front, and again a webbing belt used around the waist.
The collar is turned up so the high back covers the mouth and this is held in
place with a leather strap, buckled tightly at the back of head.
Finally, I’m shown some sort of hooded
heavy rubberised foul weather anorak because, they tell me, they want to be
sure I’m completely waterproof. After dragging the thick sleeves inside this
closed smock, it’s then worked over all the bulk and I almost suffocate while
the waterproof, air-proof garment is manoeuvred into position and my head
emerges into the hood. Because of two bulky collars strapped around, the hood
is very tight against my face - but a drawstring makes it even tighter, leaving
only a small opening at the eyes, hiding the strapped mouth.
Smiling menacingly, and ready for some
‘fun’, the two army guys now prepare for action - pulling up their own hoods
until they again leave only their eyes showing. I am made to lie on the floor,
where my boots are chained to a ring in the floor and padlocked. Army webbing
with ‘D’ rings are strapped across my arms and again padlocked to rings on the
floor.
Although the hood is closed around my
face, I can see both guys in their army waterproofs. They start to throw small
amounts of water at each other - some, of course, splashes on me. More and
more, larger and larger amounts until water is running down their jackets and
trousers as they spar and threaten each other.
They start on me, taunting, slowly
tipping water on my hood so it goes inside around my eyes until it begins to
fill the hood. They kneel each side of my head and lift it so water now begins
to seep down inside the ponchos. They stand up and produce a hose pipe which
one aims at the other for a while, driving him into a corner with the water jet
aimed to hit every part of his body in turn. He fights back and they wrestle,
until the water jet is pushed up under the jacket of the original aggressor.
Turning to me, I am now hit by the full
force of the jet of water, and then the hose end pushed up under the ponchos
making water invade everywhere, and then after being dragged into a standing
position the water is forced down inside my trousers till it comes out at the
ankles.
All three of us now being completely
soaked, they turn the water off and the heat on. This is very fierce, so the
temperature rises very quickly. They begin to wrestle each other in
well-matched competition as the heat rises. It lasts for what seems to be a
long while - and all the time they make sure they are always very close to me,
rolling on me and with me, having a good feel of all parts of my body and
touching the gear I am in.
In the heat and heavy action, by now I
would not have been able to control myself so I would have cum as they fight to
pin one another and gain submissions.
4. A
different situation: I’m not sure if this would be possible, but one poncho
might be modified by stitching through from either side to form sleeves, sealed
around the arms. To get into these ‘sleeves’ arms would need to be raised as
poncho was slipped over the head. Once each arm was encased in a ‘sleeve’ and
the neck done up, arms could not be pulled free especially if eyelet rings
around edges of poncho were laced (especially between legs). Hands could also
be strapped at wrists to completely cover them with poncho fabric.
Well Jim, that’s some of my
extreme imaginings, but of course shades of the ‘Well Waxed’ sequence in
the furnace room.
I’ve not written much about
waxed cotton this time. Maybe next time, if there is a next time. It’s been
great to concentrate my mind and write about things that perhaps occupy too
much of my time. Do you have further thoughts on the creative use of ponchos? I
know about how they were used on you in Initiative Test but, if that
event happened a long time ago, I’d like to know if there are other ways you
might use them now.
Thanks (and I mean that) for
reading what I write and giving me some interesting ideas to build on regarding
such great gear as waxed cotton, army cammo, rubber, etc.
Is it pushing my luck to hope
to hear more from you sometime? - Sincerely - Geof.
I FOUND FARM PHOTO SHOOT PICTURES AND DRAWINGS MADE FROM THEM -
SENT WITH LETTER WRITTEN ALMOST IMMEDIATELY ON RECEIVING HIS.
Hi Geof,
Your long, imaginative letter
reached me a few days ago. Many thanks. I like to encourage people to get their
fantasies more firmly in their heads so they can get them onto paper.
You asked for a longer letter
and the mood is on me ... so your luck is in. Since I last wrote you I’ve had a
house guest from
Before he arrived Steve and I
had a panic getting a living space ready for him (Steve is a married guy who
lives in
Anyway, sorry my reply to your
Feb. 21st letter was quite short. This evening I’ve typed up your last but one
letter, so have reminded myself what you said in it.
Hang onto the typed copy of your
first letters to me until you have read the enclosed newly typed second letter.
I think if you make a Xerox before scribbling on them both, it will be easier
for you to send me your amendments. I'll try and type up your most recent
letter ... but not tonight! ... it’s five pages!
Most of the topics in your previous
letter were reactions to either the stories I’d sent you or comments about
comments I’d made. We don’t want this correspondence to go around in circles -
but suggestions spark more suggestions on the same topic.
... You suggest I re-wax the two piece suit I’ve neglected for ages.
I’d love to find time and space and someone to get involved in the process.
... More precise info. about
ex-navy Black Foul Weather suit hoods. I have dug out the original photos plus drawings made from the photos,
and enclose them herewith (see next page). The internal configuration of
the hood still isn’t clear from the pictures. It might be fun to take some new
close-up pictures.
For the record, the anorak hood
has a solid peak, and a drawstring closes the face opening down to a small oval
above the nostrils and low on the eyebrows. Under that, a sort of soft oilskin
concertina tube can be tightened around the neck with an external flap that
Velcros in place, and the another flap can be buttoned across over the mouth and
lower face for triple protection.
In the John Stapleton story Further Adventures of a Motorcycle
Messenger he writes about wearing such an anorak over a PVC suit OVER full
leathers and then riding a bike all day. I guess this is written from the
imagination rather than reality. The suit he describes has a very high, soft
collar which can act as a mouth cover. This, he says, can be worn UNDER a crash
helmet. That’s fine ... but if the anorak is really like the navy Foul Weather
suit, the hard peak and concertina neck would make wearing a crash helmet
impossible. I have difficulty getting a gas mask on with even one Foul Weather
suit on. However, it’s a hot story and I love the imagery. Separately I have
attached the part of the story which
describes the wearing of the suit and anorak ... and, from my own imagination,
have taken the liberty of adding some what may be practical details to his
descriptions. (excerpt follows)
Back to
Geof's letter:
How many heavy oilskin suits
do I have? - three.
Originally I’d intended to adapt them so they could fit over one another, but
it would mean major alternations and I just haven’t got around to it. One is
big enough to pull over someone who is already wearing a strait jacket - very
much the way you described in your recent ‘imaginings. Spot on! With anorak
sleeves pulled inside, then belted in at the waist - with the hood up and face
cover closed it’s all possible - quite a trip - take it from somebody who’s
experienced it both inside and out.
Rubbery army ponchos are something you also enthused about in
your February letter ... but in your latest missive you’ve really expanded on
that big-time ... for which many thanks. The situation of army guys
water-wrestling for fun - is HOT. I’ll get back to that subject later.
Which of four topics? In your February letter you asked what I
would like to hear about. Being a pig I not only asked for army ponchos ... but
also “Two nights in the wet” and you being found and kept in waxed cotton.
Well, you certainly covered the army ponchos angle! I’ll keep it on file in the
hope a few more poncho-perverts crop up to share it with.
Your more
recent letter: (I’ll stick to the sequence in which you comment or ask
questions ... )
Shortness of my previous
letter .... you comment and
ask for photos. I have very few pictures of real motorcycle gear used in
bondage situations ... or even just modelled. Most photography I’ve had done
was for Fetters advertising shots - and therefore ‘nonsexual’. I love video of
people just struggling while tied up. I hope to get some new video footage of
guys rolling around in various gear ... but don’t hold your breath ... my time
for the next three months is pretty committed already.
Missed opportunity to buy a
second hand waxed cotton jacket. Sorry I lost out on that one. Please keep your eyes open - and grab it
if the price seems reasonable - I’ll send you the cash - even if it’s a clapped
out one that can be cut up to make mitts and hoods.
“Well Waxed ...” You
mention the ending of “Well Waxed” .... “and that’s another story”. In
fact, what happens next is already described in the story ... The old waxed
cotton suit went on playmate Tony inside out first, then full bike leathers on
top plus boots, then another waxed suit on properly before being chained but
free to writhe in the overheated furnace room. Assume waxed hood and mitts
locked on over padded gloves. That is how it actually happened. Also, I got my
first opportunity to play around with the PVC ‘Body Bag’ he’d used on me. I
first strapped his wrists to his thighs and elbows to his waist, then straps
around his knees and booted ankles, fixing them tight together before
manoeuvring him into the bag for a while. I then experimented by climbing
inside the bag with him (already suited up) and zipping it up from the inside.
That was fun just rolling around in the dark with him. At one point we finished
up with the zip underneath us so I couldn’t open it - and he, although tired,
tried to stop me opening it.
I like to leave stories
open-ended with just suggestions of what might happen next, so people can add
their own personal favourite situations based on the bare bones of the original
predicament. I do that with TV shows and films. I hijack a character like
Hamish Macbeth and then imagine him into kinky situations that turn me on! –
even write it out and add photos of the character or actor to aid
‘Visualisation’.
Finding photos; I have a policy of not keeping too many
pictures of sexual bondage around. All the stuff I have is pretty tame because
of getting it processed and copies made. I have promised to buy myself a
digital camera soon. That will help because you don’t need to take photos to be
developed. I have raked up a few of the shots from the wax cotton motorcycle
gear of the Hein Gericke (German) catalogue. Thought they were sexy (see
page 4)
The drawing on my last letter was by ‘John Willie’ a famous heterosexual
artist. He mainly drew women in bondage but when he drew men restrained it’s
usually pretty hot stuff. Wish I had more of his work. The front of the Fetters
catalogue is a mixture of old advertisements, some John Stapleton drawings and
the photo of Paul Michael Glazer when he played Houdini in a TV film.
New ideas for army ponchos?; Your detailed descriptions of different
ways ponchos might be used were excellent. The self-applied version was well
worked out ... and the descriptions of the two guys putting them on you
(someone) and then getting themselves well and truly waterproofed before
fooling around with water and wrestling ... these were a great turn-on for me.
Extreme but hot to imagine. I’ve always been turned on by webbing straps (khaki
colour in particular). Also, the rubberised fabric around the head and then
straps over it ... all good stuff!
Hosepipe games always turn me on. I like to be totally waterproof and
splash around. The idea of the water being forced inside I like to keep as a
threat because once the water gets inside, especially if there is other
clothing underneath it all gets a bit soggy.
However, the idea of being in a
watertight suit that is gradually filling up with water is great. Have you ever
seen the 'Aquala' web site? It started out as a genuine diver's dry-suit
supplier - but the original owner decided the suit should be rubber inside as
well as out. Naturally, word soon got around the rubber community. They were
soon popular in the Mister S catalogue. I can tell you from experience they
feel great - and when you're in one and aren't allowed out - whatever's in
there stays in there. Friend of mine thought it was a fun idea to squirt
washing-up liquid inside. Fun to really squirm around knowing that the person
on the outside may not let you out for several hours. In this state I've
been ‘put down’ for a while in a Sleepsack
(still in the squelchy suit). I needed to piss and was told to piss all I liked
but I was staying inside. I was even was threatened with castor oil to make
matters worse. When I got a bit abusive ... He decided that was an open
invitation to silence me and forget about me for a while. When I was eventually
let out my playmate at that time hoped I'd be mad enough to do the same to him
... but all I wanted was for it to happen again ... to me!
Suggested modification of the
poncho; your idea for
trapping the arms in tubes works well - I know from experience. There used to
be a type of insane asylum poncho-blanket which could be thrown over somebody’s
head if they became violent. The neck hole closed with two straps and was very
heavy fabric. If it didn’t calm the person down, there were eyelets down the
surface through which laces could be threaded until the arms were trapped
separately and then the corners of the blanket could either be attached to a
bed or wrapped around the body.
The army ponchos used when I was
in the RAF had eyelets all round the edge because they were also used as ground
sheets when sleeping in the open. I invented all sorts of uses for these,
making configurations that turned a poncho into a restraint ... Happy days!
You suggest I write more about
ponchos ... but I think you’ve explored the subject thoroughly.
I very much like the feeling of
being naked with a poncho on (shiny side in) then a belt cinched around the
waist so arms are free but trapped inside and a strap around the neck so
fingers can’t find a way out. Just to be sure, a second waist belt strapped
around over the loose fabric below the first belt, doubling it all back over
the first belt and making it impossible to drag it free of the under belt.
Simple and untidy-looking but effective! This also leaves the legs and genitals
accessible and vulnerable. Trussed this way it’s also easy to force someone
into a Sleepsack or down into a long kit-bag, mail sack or laundry bag. The
sound of canvas rubbing against canvas when someone is struggling inside
different layers really turns me on.
A different type of poncho I used to lust after was the real
old-fashioned policeman’s cape. This was very solid and heavy black oilskin
with a blanket-type lining. My father told me they used to carry them rolled
when it wasn’t raining, and the stiff heavy oilskin made a three foot long
‘sausage’ which was sometimes used as a weapon for beating someone over the
head and shoulders and legs. The cape also had a leather strap at the neck. An
old policeman once told me that if someone grabbed the bottom hem of the cape
when a copper was wearing it, and then grabbed the hem at another point it was
possible to pull the whole cape up over the policeman’s head so it was trapped
inside a bag of black oilskin. Sounds like fun.
Well, again I’ve run out of
steam. Tomorrow I’ll check the typing of your second letter and send a copy to
you with whatever photos my computer printer can cope with.
ENCL
COPY OF HIS
FIRST AND SECOND LETTERS
PHOTOS
OF AQUALA SUIT (from web site?)+ PONCHO
(this page)
HE WROTE-
Late
March/early April ‘98
Hi there,
Jim.
Well again very many thanks
for your letter received a few weeks ago with all attachments. Very much
appreciated, and I’m sorry I took this long to reply but have not had much time
to myself recently because I’ve been fortunate in being able to work 10 hours a
week overtime for three weeks, which will help pay a few bills.
Thanks for letting me see the
photos of a one piece wet-suit. Really great, you make the session you
had sound really horny. A really great item for a long bondage session in a
Sleepsack or even an army waterproof sleeping bag especially with lubricating
liquid squeezed inside. What a great way to try and control yourself - every
time you move or have a thought about the situation, all that lovely slippery
material touching your body. I must admit it sounds a really great way to
finally shoot your load all inside the suit and knowing that you cannot get out
of the situation. I would really like to try it some time. Years ago I did try
something like this but it’s never same doing things on your own. I used a pair
of very dark blue nylon trousers which had a great rubbery lining - and covered
the inside with KY jelly. I wore these under a pair of jeans for many hours
indoors and finally in bed. I know I came at least twice but could not go out
in them or enjoy a bondage scene at that time.
I hope you had a great time
with Steve in Leather. Pity not waxed cotton, but I see why. I think it worked
the other way with me and jeans. My parents would never buy me them when all my
mates had them, so from the time I could buy my own I always wanted more so I
could enjoy them.
Extra info on the Black
Foul Weather hoods and neck-seals
is also great and all the photos. To me I can now focus my mind on details of
how they are. It seems I’m always saying thanks (but I do mean it) for all the
info etc. Your description of the Foul Weather anorak, and then to look at the
photo at the same time – yes! I can visualise me in it – and me watching,
enjoying seeing ‘him’ squirm. What a kinky sod I am.
Drawings to go with the
Farm story are also
great ‘Theatre of the Mind’s Eye’ material, as you call it. To actually see
believable roping exactly as described in the text – not like most magazine
illustrations. Incidentally, I have asked this before, but are there any mags
that can be pur
As and when you do video guys
rolling around in various gear struggling while tied up - if I could see them
sometime - great.
Thanks for the offer of cash
should I see a good old waxed cotton jacket or suit - I will continue to watch
out for one and buy wherever possible.
Belstaff storm coat plus
Black Prince suits. Yes,
you must sometime get writing more on the subject - and yes!, I also mentally
hijack and kidnap a character like Hamish Macbeth and put him into situations
that turn me on. Did you see the episode of Hamish where he wore a waxed cotton
jacket most of the time? Fantastic. Not seen him wear one before or since. Glad
he’s got one in his wardrobe – though I don’t remember a bike. Perhaps Hamish
is secretly kinky. I hope so.
Now my
ideas of a fantasy weekend in waxed cotton:
Having looked around second hand shops, I
found an army surplus shop which sold all kinds of Rukka suits and PVC coats
and trousers. This of course was just up my street and would at least once a
week have a good look around to see the gear and to have a feel and try on
whenever possible.
Sometimes, when possible, I took a chance
to bury my head in some of the jackets if no-one was looking. The times
visiting the shop also made me aware of the two guys who were always on duty
and we became somewhat friendly being able to talk more freely about the
waterproofs and ask questions, like which army jackets were warmer etc for
various uses. Having made a couple of pur
After talking to them over a period of
weeks I decided to buy another Belstaff waxed cotton jacket but on trying what
they had, the size was not what I wanted. They invited me to return on the
following Friday as near to closing time as possible which I did and was
wearing Levi jeans and jacket underneath a Belstaff jacket and ten inch Doc
Martin boots. As they were in the process of closing they showed me to a store
room and brought in six Belstaff waxed cotton suits they said they had just pur
Now I was in my element trying on
touching and smelling six complete suits, all in reasonably well used state and
of various conditions due to recent waxings. On their return I had the heaviest
of the jackets and trousers on and fully snapped and strapped up from boots to
neck. I could see their cocks start to stiffen in their cammo trousers as they
stood looking me over. Without saying a word they both picked up a wax jacket
each from the pile and started putting them on, carefully doing them up fully -
taking their time and just smiling and saying nothing. This was a great sight.
Then they moved closer to me and we all began to feel each other’s black waxy
material. Then, in a flash, my hands were pulled together behind my back and my
wrists handcuffed. Before I could ask what was going on a rubber gag was
crammed into my mouth and fastened tightly. Then I was told to ...” just behave
and enjoy myself” while they had some
fun.
They lead me down some steps into a
cellar with one light and the only thing I could see was an old iron bedstead
which I was forced onto and each elbow pulled tight, away from my body by army
webbing, and fixed to the bed. For some
time I was left by myself but was unable to release the webbing. When the two
guys returned they were still wearing their waxed gear, but both now had rubber
wellies under their trousers.
Without waiting they stripped my lower
half of body and pulled up my denim jacket and the waxed jacket to above my
waist to show that I had a very stiff cock really just waiting to be helped to
shoot.
They acknowledged this and said to
control myself as it’s early days yet. A pair of waxed cotton trousers are
produced. As they turn them inside-out, I see the lining has been removed. With
my upper body immobilised, the greasy pants were not difficult for them to pull
up my naked legs. Before these reached my still hard cock a complete tube of KY
grease was squirted all over my thighs, cock, balls and inside the trousers.
Lifting my buttocks, they forced the sticky pants up around my waist, and
holding them in place, a determined genital massage of my cock through the
waxed cotton material almost drove me to the edge – but, again, I was warned
not to shoot.
Rubber wellies follow with the trousers
tucked inside. Although I struggled somewhat, it was still impossible to stop
them doing as they pleased in this deliberate and taunting process.
Now my legs at the ankles and knees were
tied together again with army webbing while the restraints around my arms were
removed and I was helped to stand up at the side of the bed. The Belstaff
jacket and my own clothes were stripped away. This disappointed me, but gagged
- I was in no position to argue. The one of them roughly used the jacket to pin
my arms behind my back while the other took yet another wax jacket and turned
it inside-out before putting globs of wax all over the black material. What a
great sensation I had when the jacket was forced onto my naked arms and
shoulder - and I stood mute and impassive as they strapped and belted and
snapped the closings. The feel of cold waxy waxed cotton sliding over my skin -
and then being tightened and pressed onto my flesh! My bulge was so big now it
was very difficult to control.
The jacket now fully closed, they moved
the material over my body making it very smooth and slippery. When jacket cuffs
were tightly snapped closed, elbow length rubber gloves over the sleeves
followed before another jacket was tightly fitted over the first - with all
belts etc pressing the first greasy jacket even tighter against my skin. The
bulk and stickiness made it almost impossible for me to move.
Laid back again onto the bed, booted ankles were fixed by one of
these determined guys, while the other produced waxed mittens. These were
pulled over the rubber gloves and taped with sticky tape to seal them onto the
jacket cuffs - before hands were forced into the pockets of the jacket. Rope
was now used around my waist to immobilise each arm tightly into my sides. More
rope starting at elbows; first around the front to opposite elbow and secured.
Then, they sat me up so they could rope my elbows around the back, counter-lashing, making my
arms impossible to move and my hands well trapped deep in the jacket pockets.
The gag removed, but warned not to say
anything while a very well waxed hood (like the one you described on the phone
and promised to make – when I get around to asking Mike to send you the used
jacket to cut up!!!)
Anyway – a form-fitting well waxed hood
was pulled over my head and laced progressively tighter up the back, until it
pressed in and glued itself to my face, effectively gagging me again, the chin
so snugly fitting. Two eye hole plus nose holes allowed me to see and breathe -
but also smell and feel the waxy material with every twitch of a face muscle. I
sensed a small padlock being locked under the chin to fix the jacket and hood
fast at the neck.
Now moved to lay on the floor the many
layers encasing my legs were strapped tightly at ankles, knees and thighs. I
was then ordered to roll back and forth to make the grease and wax cover my
body even more. The sensation was fantastic as the slippery black waxed
material clung and chaffed and massaged my entire body. The two guys watched
for a while urging me to struggle harder - then, before leaving the room, they
told me I must release myself because they did not intend to do for at least
six hours it if I failed.
Left alone and desperate, however much I
struggled, the ropes and webbing would not budge, and getting hotter the wax
and grease did an even better job of lubrication. Convinced they meant what
they said about not releasing me, I fought and struggled until I was so
exhausted I must have subsided into sleep.
To wake-up and slowly realise the
predicament I was in, is a feeling I will never forget. It was the sound of
them returning that woke me. Groggy with heat and exhaustion, I was helped up
onto to my still strapped-together legs.
They explained that, as I had failed to
release myself, the ‘trip’ would continue. They showed me some sort of heavy
oilskin Government Surplus ‘Foul Weather’ anorak which they intend to put on
me. Pulling the thick sleeves inside the closed body of the garment, they close
in on me. Trussed from hood to boots, I can put up no resistance as they slowly
pull it over my head until I felt the hood settle in place around my already
wax-imprisoned head. The belt was firmly cinched and the hood strings pulled
tight leaving eyes and nose free.
Finally, a leather strap closed around the neck and padlocked at the back meant
that no way could the jacket be removed.
Now they explained that they had guessed
just where my ‘kink’ lay - and had decided that I could enjoy and survive the
many things they had planned for me. They intended to keep me layered and
trussed, perhaps for days. I was to be an ‘exhibit’ in their store when it was
open, and when it was closed they would change my ‘predicament’ because they would get as much enjoyment from
it as they hoped I would.
When I started to struggle as much as
they layers, straps, rope and grease would allow, unable to utter a sound from
within the clinging waxed hood covered by the heavy oilskin outer casing and
mouth cover, this was too much and I just couldn’t stop myself and shot load
after load inside the greasy waxed trousers while the two guys looked on - rubbing their crotches, and promising me
that there would be orgasms all round, again and again, over the next however
many days.
Well, Jim, that my extreme
fantasy - and I don’t know how many loads I’ve shot while writing it? I hope
you can read my scrawl - because at times it must have got pretty shaky. Please
let me know your reactions. I can assure you I get a great kick out of writing
to you and for you.
Will phone Mike tonight about
the old jacket for you to cut up for mitts and perhaps a couple of hoods.
Thanks again. All the best
SENT OILSKIN HOOD CLOSE-UPS
I WROTE
Hi Geof,
A month since you wrote - and I
don’t seem to have much to report - except that my computer crashed and I’ve
spent around 130 hours trying to salvage some of the older stuff! So - not a
long letter.
Luckily I hadn’t started to type
up your last letter before the computer threw a wobbly. In fact, today I
reassembled, reprinted and reread ALL the correspondence between us up to your
last letter. Not sure what, if anything, is left to say on the subject. At
present I have no fresh ideas - but will spend more time on your
story/suggestion - about the weekend in the surplus store with the two army
guys. It was good to read. It’s a recurring theme in gay SM fiction, getting
trapped by whoever owns a fetish gear store. Something of an old chestnut ...
but, believe it or not, I’m in the middle of writing exactly such a story!!!
The working title was Finding Out but, as it’s about a straight British
firefighter who is desperate to learn more about his long-suppressed sexual
inclinations and explore man-to-man kinky game-playing - ‘out’ in the title
might suggest he discovers that he’s gay. In fact he’s more bi than gay - and
able to keep a wife and mistress happy - and still find time to play
rough-and-tumble (and at times overtly sexual) games with men. The Houdini
Connection might be a better title because physical challenge, restraint
and endurance turn him on rather than penetrative sex with other guys. Very much
based on several men I’ve already written about in my stories - and played
around with in real life. It will be ‘information for explorers’ as well as a
hot and horny read (I hope). More anon about what is becoming a regular 'Play
Group'; men who meet occasionally and become what other men need them to be to
fulfil certain fantasies. It takes a bit of roll playing and dressing up - but
can be fun, because you know next time it may be your turn to have people do
what you would like people to do to you!
Something else, useful. I’ve
managed to acquire a second waxed two-piece suit - quite old and battered - and
a bit snug-fitting. Haven’t had a reason to spend much time in it (them) - but
that's what the 'play-group' is for. My
time will come.
... and that’s about all my news!
No other current inspiration for
imagining new situations ... so I won’t stay and chat. Because this is the
first day the computer is all back up and running and talking to a printer, I
thought I’d let you know that I liked your fantasy story - and will follow up
on it very soon - as soon as it is typed up - but don’t hold your breath. All
good wishes for now - Jim.
HE PHONED – JACKET FOR
MODIFICATION IS ON THE WAY AT LAST.
LETTER FROM HIM
Hello
Jim,
Here we are again - time just
flies by. Hope the jacket arrived safely and you will have some fun deciding
what to do with it.
As you know I have just
returned from two weeks holiday in
Excellent walking weather
over the moors, just park the car and walk. Nobody else was around with
interesting waterproofs, just Mick and myself. I was great to wear Army
trouser, tee shirt and cammo jacket rubberised over-trousers and short black
rubber coat all buttoned up to the neck with waterproof gloves, wellies and a
waxed cotton baseball hat and walk in the rain. Wish I’d had the hood and
mitts, I’m sure we could have found opportunity to give them a thorough
testing.
On one occasion I
deliberately let the army cammo jacket get wet so I could get the sodden
feeling and to drive home in the same condition. OK call me kinky! I know what
I like and am gradually learning to live with it. It took quite a few days for
the jacket to completely dry out but it got some kinky ‘challenge’ use.
Now I’m home again I’ve found
for £2.50 each two ex-army kit backs with very smooth rubbery lining with one
cord attached. The bottoms are well worn but the sides are excellent so once
tried out in some way, will decide how to adapt them for even better use. The
outside material is a greeny nylon. The inside is a dark green to grey but very
smooth. One could be used as a lining for an ordinary kit army bag but a heavy
one so the weight would be better when placed over the head.
Mick has also found ex-army
camouflage jacket of WAXED COTTON, zip up the front and elastic at wrists which
he said is excellent for only £10. I have never seen one before so at least
when I next visit him I shall have something new to try along with some new
cammo trousers. I am still on the lookout for a heavy rubberised poncho (like
in your stories) that could be adapted other uses.
How is the new waxed cotton
suit you now have? Has it been used and waxed or just looked at? You said you
were able to find a roll of waxed cotton material. Again, have you used any of
it yet and if so what for? How about a sleeping bag lined with it - or a
leather sleepsack with waxed cotton lining? I think it should be an army
sleeping bag with hood and arms - with arms fixed inside like the sleepsack and
fully lined - plus webbing to cinch the bag tight.
By now you should have
received a waxed jacket from me via Mick. This you can cut up as you like to
make mittens and hood, or even two pairs of mittens if there is enough
material. I hope you enjoy yourself while deciding how to make them and, of
course, while you make them - and get to test them.
What an excellent evening
yesterday - weather-wise - misty, a bit cold and rain with the wind at times.
So I could not resist a walk over
After about two hours the top
Belstaff was holding a lot of water although well waxed. So, when I got home it
was hung in the bathroom. It was a pity I was walking by myself, and at home
other people were around so could not enjoy the gear even more. So now I am in
bed in white nylon shorts with the now partly dry waxed suit hanging outside my
wardrobe so I can see it and about to read yet again Initiative Test
because the more I read these books the more I find in them and can take it all
in.
I know I have said this
before but even the thought and reading about being tied up - even if only arms
- and tape over mouth with the woollen hat and a good heavy rubber rain poncho
all over the top - just gives me a good reaction for a long time - and then can
make some gear wet to relieve myself.
Well Jim, I suppose that’s
enough of me rambling on and on, so hope to hear from you some time with any
update news on the gear front - and publications that might be in the offing.
By the way, have you been able to completely fix your computer yet? I hope so.
Also, has anybody else come to light who might like to correspond about waxed
cotton or other gear?
Keep in touch - Geof.
I WROTE
Hi Geof,
Thanks for your letter and, yes,
the jacket arrived. Very moody and lived-in. Both arrived last week but, as
usual, I was running around in circles and the weather was stinking hot. Today
is cooler – so is the first time I’ve got down to thinking serious about it!
Seems a shame to cut up a
perfectly good jacket, especially one that seems to have see some action. It’s
quite small – so I think I will experiment first with some wax cotton fabric I
managed to buy, rather than cut up the jacket. However, I like the idea of
‘second hand’ waxed cotton for hood and mitts – and may try and incorporate the
original snaps and straps into the hoods and mitts – so it looks ‘cobbled
together from veteran wax gear.
Last Friday I had someone over
for the day and I persuaded him to put on the full waxed suit I have - that and unlined rubber boots – and tied
him to the chain frame, hooded. I then climbed into a full suit and decided to take
some pictures similar to the 'Well Waxed and Waterproof' story (see
opposite). Then decided to try and take him out of the wax jacket and into a
strait jacket ... a new type with open-ended sleeves, so it can be put on
someone even against their will if they’re properly tied first. He put up a
token struggle and could have prevented the jacket going on him if he’d
persisted – but he wanted the strait-jacket on so he let up a bit. It was still
a struggle and with me fully suited up, on a hot day it was a battle for us
both. After I semi-released him, I kept my suit on while he struggled out of
the strait-jacket (plus wax pants, rubber boots and hood). The video camera was
left running – there is some good footage. I stayed in the suit and he put me
into a leather sleepsack then into a PVC bodybag on top of it. I suggested half
an hour but he kept me in it for more than an hour! He is a tough character,
and loves a good struggle and a bit of discomfort – so we both had a good day
before his wife arrived and we all went out for a Greek meal. Pity there were
too many distractions to take good still photos. I guess we’ll just have to do
the whole routine again – this time for the photos. Heigh-ho!!
Apart from that, I have written
more about the firefighter. It’s getting quite long – and still isn’t finished.
It may take some time, because it covers a lot of ground, information-wise. I
will send you a copy when it’s a bit further advanced. Because it’s about a
firefighter – and I’m looking to get some background info on fire station
jargon and working practices. Know any serving firemen who are into a bit of
kink?
Not much other news. I am off to
Thanks again for your letter.
Sounds good walking on the
After I get back from The States
I will try and put together some sort of video tape. My scanner which has been
out of action for months is now up and running – so perhaps some more pictures
for you to drool over?
In the meantime, I’ve also
enclosed print-outs of photos from the
Wax Cotton with rope over them picture set. These were going to be
illustrations for the Well Waxed and Waterproof story for which Black
Prince is a sort of companion piece. Gradually this is becoming an
autobiography in separate episodes - because the Farm story is based on two of
the brothers of the woman in the Black Prince story and the Well
Waxed period comes immediately after the Barrow in Furness job described in
Black Prince.
Stay in touch. Cheers –
P.S. I'm sending the Bag Hood
and Mitts direct to Mike in
Photo
session
Chain frame fixing in
preparation for roping over wax suit = First, quickly put chain around
waist+arms, then round neck before ankles are secured apart.
Now immobilised, mitts can be
put on against resistance - with laces to prevent them being pulled off.
Next, wrists separated and
tied-off to frame to keep them out of the way during roping. Pre-prepared rope
double and knotted at five points. Placed over head (continued overleaf).
Double rope with knots now
through legs and threaded into back of neck loop.
Gradual roping around body pulls
on double rope back and front, forming diamonds tight around body down to
crotch and made off.
Each arm then roped from arm-pit down to wrist out-side and
back up inside made off with knot at each inter-section point to prevent
slipping.
Legs then laced up outside from
ankle to thigh, wrists attached, then rope to inside of thigh and back down
inside leg seam to ankle, leaving enough rope to act as a 'hobble' - which
finally runs up under crotch to control walking and kneeling.
With this control-rope, a
hog-tie is also easy to apply and inescapable.
HE WROTE
Hello Jim,
Well, here we are again
getting back into the swing of things but first of all how was your holiday in
I’m glad to hear you liked
the Belstaff jacket I sent you to cut
up. Did you try anything with it before taking it to pieces? I hope you did,
like underneath your own Belstaff inside out. But now it’s cut up for the mitts
and hood never mind, I have plenty more where that came from. In fact counting
Mikes and my own together we can now make up eleven complete suits; that’s
jackets and trousers all in different sizes and conditions either Belstaff or
Barbour, but all are good enough to be used and seen anywhere – well, just
about. Of course we are both always on the lookout for any more used ones. They
will always get used for something or other. Have you yet been able to contact
anyone else who is also interested in Belstaff and might like to correspond
with me?
Your meeting with your
married friend sounds as if you both had a great time. The roped wax pictures
are excellent. Should the video be available at some stage I would very much
like the chance to see it, what with waxed cotton, hood and Sleepsacks must
make excellent viewing. I agree it is fun to struggle a bit and to put up some
resistance, but to handle the gear in that way does a great deal of good as
well.
I have so far been
unsuccessful about any special terms firemen use but will always keep my ears
open for you.
The Army kit bags were not
used this time on my last trip to
Your scanner did a good job
with pictures you sent. Have the builders finished so you can get at the sewing
machine?
Oh, by the way, in your
letter you mention a new type of strait-jacket with open-ended sleeves. Can you
give me a fuller description of this please?
Now, as
promised, I will try and explain what we did together in
I arrived on Thursday
lunchtime knowing I had till
New gear I had not seen
before was in a neat pile. It was not until I had stripped naked that I was
allowed to touch anything. I had not expected this but the first pair of cammo
trousers and jacket were thin with very smooth rubber lining (dark grey);
wonderful to wear next to my body. Then came army socks with trousers tucked in
boot and woollen gloves. This was followed by cammo trousers + jacket zipped
and buttoned up – jacket a small size so it was rather tight over the
waterproof next to my skin. This was followed by identical trousers plus jacket
just to pad things out. Army ski mittens were then used sealing all the jacket
sleeve ends - then a further set of waterproofs (trousers and jacket) but with
the jacket back to front and fully closed.
My hands were handcuffed
together behind back while a woollen comforter hat was put on and then I had to
lay on the double bed. With rope my ankles and knees were tied together.
Handcuffs removed and with rope my wrists were tied to the tops of my legs
making the trousers even tighter.
Being rolled from side to
side, rope was used to secure my elbows by my sides, with rope crossing both
chest and back at least six times. Now, again by rolling me I was put in a
waterproof sleeping bag which came up to my neck - but the hood of the jacket
(back-to-front) remained outside. Now with black leather straps around the bag
at ankles, knees and waist I was well and truly held. It was agreed one hour
would suffice and the hood gently pulled over my face and hat, but breathing
was no trouble. I was able to roll about on the double bed and got a fantastic
feeling especially when the hood was pressing against my face. At the agreed
time I was released from the sleeping bag and rope from ankles, taken to the
kitchen and knelt while being fed.
As it was now dark Mike also
dressed in army cammo gear and waterproofs put on me the army poncho and
escorted me to the wooded part of the garden and into a shed. Windows were
covered and a small light put on. There I was tied to clips in the wall very
securely, gagged by the hood of the back-to-front jacket with rope around my
head and the poncho hood pulled tight. That was it. I just could not release
myself. Now in the dark it was
We disposed of most of the
army gear and slept for a few hours laying in amongst the army waterproofs.
Following more rest and food
came a heavy waxed cotton gear session - including the new bag hood and mitts.
I won't bore you with details - but, as usual, lots of layers and several suits
on inside out, back-to-front - and a lot of hot teasing and provocation.
After a long session Mike
just left me to my complete world of waxed cotton. I was warm, hard and just
could move a very little, to breath through the waxed cotton it was difficult
to control myself but I did. I did not know what Mike was doing while in this
state – but one hour the hood was removed and Mike had changed into a Black
Prince suit that I had never seen before and showed me another suit the same.
He had actually them for £20 for one and £7.50 for the other. They are
virtually unused and in excellent condition. Anyway, after yet another two
hours hooded I was released from the chair and taken to the bedroom where I was
allowed to encase myself in both the new Black Prince suits - and, in the end,
I slept in the two suits handcuffed.
Well, you no doubt can see I
had just a fantastic time, so did Mike as we both know each other’s pleasures.
We were able to discuss many items and look and feel all the gear. It was just
a total two day gear and bondage session which came to an end far too soon.
Anyway, I think that will
keep you going for some time and I look forward to receiving your reply, etc,
at your convenience. By the way, I’m still interested in hearing from anyone
into waxed cotton bondage etc and also any videos or magazines that I could pur
Thanks for your support. -
Geof
TIGHT HOOD
STILL TO FOLLOW
Attached OPEN
SLEEVE SJ PHOTOS?
I WROTE
Hi Geof,
Your letter arrived in
All is well now but I’m taking
things easy - and very soon will be back in top form - but, as you can imagine,
it will be a quiet Christmas.
Nothing new has happened
regarding waxed cotton or kinky stuff. Your letter was much appreciated. Some
very interesting details - and I envy you the opportunities. Glad the hood and
mitts were put to good use. Hope you get another chance to visit down there
sometime soon. I will type up your letter sometime over the holidays and let
you have a copy.
For now - have a suitably
festive Festive Season. Cheers - Jim
PHONED HIM
I WROTE
Hi Geof,
Again
I’m totally confused. I thought I’d written to you since the New Year - but
there’s no copy in my file - so I guess I didn’t. I think that, since the heart
attack, my brain has not been functioning as before ... but the doctor tells me
it’s just the medication I’m on. Hopefully, as I seem to be now fully
recovered, they will knock some of the ‘slow-down’ pills off. Hope so because I
plan to set off on my travels again on March 2nd. Eight weeks around
the
In the meantime here is the long
awaited Tight Hood – and a typed-up copy of the letter you wrote me in late
December(?). The one that tells the story of your visit to
You asked a long while ago about
magazines. Bound and Gagged is
about the best available - but tame when it comes to the sort of scenario you
enjoy. Here are a couple of sample copies. I would like to get them back
eventually - but not until after I get home from my travels (late April).
Had fun making the slightly
elaborate tight-fitting hood. Used the remains of the jacket you sent -
including the original collar and one of the pocket-flaps as a fixed mouth
cover. Hope you didn’t want an open mouth. If you did, I guess it could be
modified later. Have fun with it - and give it some wax.
Tomorrow I’m shooting off to
Not sure if I’ll get time to
give you a call. If you have comments on the enclosed - feel free to call or
write before March 2nd. Cheers for now.
I PHONED AFTER GETTING BACK FROM
TRAVELS. HE WROTE AGAIN IN JUNE (see below)
I WROTE
Hi Geof,
My correspondence is going to
rat-shit. I can’t find record of when I last wrote you - I think it was just a
scribble after receiving the second Wax Jacket from you, the one we talked
about on the phone and I promised to modify as a ‘bondage’ jacket. Then I
received back from you two magazines - did I then send you two more? I know I
intended to - but the road to hell ... and all that. I guess I phoned you
something like a month ago – and you were going to the
Trying to catch up on
correspondence, yesterday I re-read your last letter (June) and realised that I
had promised to type it out and add it to the correspondence file ... so here
goes. Once it’s typed, I will make comments or answer questions on the actual
text – it’s printed out below.
HERE IS THE LETTER HE WROTE June
’99 Hello Jim,
I’m sorry I have not written
before to thank you for the two copies of the Magazine and wonderful tight
hood. Everything I imagined it would be only more-so. It is very remiss of me
for not writing before, but you were away – and what with work and things, time
just flies by
(I reply) … Doesn’t it just!
We have been taken over by a
larger company so who knows what will happen. They have told us that things
should continue as they are. On the 1st / 2nd July we do
a complete stock take so should get a few hours overtime from this. I don’t
mind this type of job as I have been involved with stock for over 20 years but
a lot of people hate it. Still I can look forward to a few days off beginning
11th July. I have to see my sister and family in
… Hope the new company and the
stock take are working out well.
… Did you get to see Mike - and
if so, did you play? Did you use the new hood? What about some photos of it in
action. I think I know somebody who would develop the prints.
How are the alterations
proceeding with my jacket? I’m sure you have designed some very interesting
changes and hope you will take some good photos of it in use and that I will be
able to see them sometime. As you know, anything about waxed cotton m/c gear
just gets me going and I can fantasise a lot as to the use of my jacket.
… Not even started! My sewing
machine has been buried under builders scaffolding and muck - but at last the
dust is clearing.
Yesterday morning (Sunday) as
it was still raining and somewhat windy I decided to chance going out over
… Lucky you. I love to picture
it and, like you, would love to do it along with somebody else who liked that
sort of thing - especially as I don’t drive a car, that sort of experience is
not easy to come by.
Oh, if only I could have been
gagged and then hooded and bound for the walk.
… That’s where it gets more
exciting - but also more difficult to arrange, setting up that sort of
scenario.
I sat on a large plastic bag
to drive home and in the bath I stood and looked in the mirror and played till
I came in the trousers, it does make up somewhat for not being able to talk to
others or be with others who would also enjoy an outing to use the gear in
other than designed ways. I even searched on the Internet under ‘Waxed Cotton’
and although I found a few suppliers of tough hunting-clothes, didn’t find any
fetish sites! So, what did I do last night?
The good old wet weather made
up my mind - just jeans and denim jacket underneath an old Belstaff suit and
army boots and out for a long walk in the rain. The suit is saturated but
brilliant to feel and look at and smell so it’s hanging over the bath and the
Levi’s are to be washed properly. Again, it would have been a lot better if it
could have been done with someone. I suppose it’s nearly always the same but it
does help a great deal to know there are other people in the same frame of
mind. I hope that the above has not bored you.
… No, it’s great to read the
description - and I hope you get a kick out of writing it - and seeing it typed
up. The Wax Cotton file is getting fatter. Just wish I could find a few more
people willing to exchange ideas and experiences.
I suppose it’s that time of
year, but I have not seen any adverts for any type of gear at all. I can assure
you that both Mike and I are looking out for a Black Prince suit for you. We
will find one in the end, and then you can have some fun as well.
… I think now is the time for me
to advertise again for Waxed and Black Prince. A lot of people who have bought
more efficient and modern stuff and stopped using their old waxed gear, have it
mouldering away in the back of cupboards and will never use it again. They
probably think it is of no practical use to anyone. Perhaps better If someone
ran the ad who could plausibly spin a yarn about first bike and not much cash.
Specifying used and abandoned waxed cotton motorcycle gear and Black Prince,
you might get a few funny phone calls - but might also get a few bikers with
stuff to sell or just give away rather than it rot. It just needs the time and
confidence to deal with the phone calls. Could be enjoyable - or lead to new
contact.
Coming back to magazines you
sent; what superb photos of Army gear being tied to chairs - fantastic and some
of the stories. As we have said before it’s not all to my taste, but some of
the photos etc are a great turn-on. I would myself like to see more in the way
of special gags - leather - rubber -etc rather than old socks and dry material,
but of course again that’s just me. Reading some of the adverts I would think
anyone answering these must be very vulnerable and you could leave yourself
very open to anything, but I still think to be in a rubber sleepsack (which I
have never had the opportunity to do) would be great. But you would have to
know the other person very well.
… Sessions of that sort can be
great fun - but frankly I now prefer to watch it being done to somebody - live
or on video. That’s my scene at present - watching other people play (and
preferably being trussed up and in no position to interfere or even comment)
By the way, some time ago I
believe you said you pur
… Since I made your hood and
mitts, the roll has stood there leaking wax into the wooden floor. By the time
I use it, it will need to be rewaxed! I do hope to get myself moving on
something very soon.
Coming back to your mags:
Many thanks for the use of ... and perhaps you might have some more sometime
for me. Well, not only Bound and Gagged any others that might be of interest.
… Here are a couple more
B&G. None of the other magazines are bondage and ‘heavy clothing’ oriented.
Let me know if I sent you a second lot. I lose track of them
Hope to hear from you soon. I
should talk – having kept you waiting for so long – and still no sign of the
modified wax jacket (which is still sitting in my cupboard – and I haven’t even
had opportunity to wear it or photograph somebody else in it!).
I’ll get around to it - All the
best - Jim
I WROTE
Hello Geof,
Thanks for your call. I was,
literally, just making a coffee before sitting down to phone you. Had just
finished reading one of the books I’d put out to send you - and decided it was
not very appropriate to your interests. However, because my mind has been doing
strange things recently I’m not sure if I’ve sent you a long story I’ve been
writing on-and-off for the past year. I might have sent you the opening
sequence about a Fireman in
I think I sent you the first
bit? Anyway, Now the whole thing is printed out. It’s a hundred pages – and I
suspect there is more to follow when I can get around to it. I guess I need
bundling up in wax cotton and not be let out each day until I’ve written
another 1000 words! What a great way to spend a week deep in a forest somewhere
and taken out for walks by a wax cotton clad ‘keeper’ in the rain and mud
between writing sessions.
Here is a ‘collected’
DungeonMaster magazine and another Bound and Gagged - but they are very predictable
after you’ve read the first few. Best way is to scan a story into your computer
and then add and subtract imagery that appeals to your particular kink(s).
E-mail and Internet are throwing
up some interesting new connections - but so far have failed to make contact
with anybody for you who is specifically into wax cotton and bundling up. More
news anon.
Get back to me when you’ve read
the Houdini story - and try and find a date when you might get up? - Jim.
Encl: Houdini Connections
Bound & Gagged magazine
DungeonMaster 1-10
Filson rain-jacket modified = photo
page
HE PHONED TWICE IN JANUARY
’00
HE WROTE AFTER RECEIVING CHUNKY STORY (Houdini Connections) end of
Dear Jim,
I know I spoke to you last
week but Happy New Year again - here’s hoping it brings us all more of what
turns us on.
As far as I am concerned, to
talk to anyone about the gear and things is always good. This has somehow taken a lot of pressure off my
everyday life - so I did very much appreciate our little chat. Thanks for the
rain-jacket pictures - and I understand better the 'open-end strait-jacket
sleeve' principle now.
Unfortunately, I have no
nothing of new interest to report - other than buying a new pair of Levi 501s
(black) and a distressed blue denim jacket last week. Hardy a ‘kink’ - or is
it? Oh yes, also bought a Levi leather belt with a good strong buckle - which I
hope will sometime be used for other things. I’ve not forgotten that you would
like a Black Prince suit, so will keep my eyes on local adverts - which could
bring me into contact with a local pervert. Who knows.
In our chat you mentioned
making a list of my likes as explored so far in our exchanges. I’d have thought
it was pretty obvious by now - but if it’s for a ‘digest’ rather than reading right
through the previous correspondence, I guess (taking a deep breath) ... Barbour
and Belstaff wax cotton gear top of the list with Black Prince shiny coming
second. This gear is all seriously old-fashioned now. You don’t see much of it
on the streets - more’s the pity.
Other than that - lived-in
Not only is it the physical
use of any of the above, but photos and reading stories of what other people
might do with it in it or get out of it. I like magazine stories because, as
you say, in these days of scanners and computers, texts can be adjusted to
include more of my favourite images and exclude things not to my particular
taste (to each his own!).
Your lecture/demo about
‘Enhancing Fantasy’ sounds great - making imagined scenes more potent by
editing text, adding scanned images into desk-top lay-out; making storyboards
peopled with faces and gear gleaned from different sources - all cobbled
together for personal one-handed reading.
Your story about the Top
Ridge Farm brothers is much more potent in my Theatre-of-the-Mind’s-Eye as
you call it - since you sent the drawings and photos of the action described in
the text. I have turned them into storyboards with selected short extracts from
the main text, as you suggested. Enjoyable to do - and now excellent reading
time + time again. Same with the new Waxed Cotton story - now complete with
shots from your recent photo session to intensify the mental images. Wish you
could get more pictures - but this time outdoors where it actually happened.
Putting my thoughts onto
paper is something I
must do more often. In the meantime here, returned, are the two Bound and
Gagged magazines you sent me. I ‘edited’ two of the scenarios to suit my
particular kinks! It works for me!!
As I’ve told you before, I
have one really good friend in
On the last trip to
Boots were then forced wide
outside the chair frame and lashed there, then knees - he enjoyed feeling and
rubbing around as he made this secure. Just to taunt me, more rope was added
tight pulling elbows back painfully - but only briefly. He certainly knows how
to challenge and test and get me going - hands roaming around thighs and head.
He then experimented with
some sort of board up behind the chair so he could immobilise my head to it. I
had no idea what was coming next and he kept reminding me that he’d set himself
(and me) a three hour session - but it might be longer! I was in no position to
argue - which is how I like it.
So now unable to budge let
alone play with myself I was really in fantasy land and yes, I did continue to
control myself - not very easy as he kept teasing me through the layers.
When released (gradually) I
thought we might take a break - but he kept me ‘handicapped’ as he stripped me
naked again and I was handed an old waxed cotton jacket and pants and ordered
to get into them before I cooled down. The hood and mitts were still on, so
this wasn’t easy, especially the zipper inside-out - but I managed it in spite
of him goading me like an army sergeant for being so slow. Once he’d checked
all the closings he added an extra waist belt tight, so the wax fabric really
pressed onto my body - before urging me into a heavy army cammo pants and
jacket - because that’s what he likes to see. They had boot-wide legs but it
was still a struggle which produced more heat - and I sensed (by sound and
smell only) that it was the waterproof cammo set - which I know from experience
soon sets up a real sweat. He took his time forcing snaps closed around all the
other bulk at wrists, ankles and neck.
Suddenly, with a rope halter
I was led upstairs to his metal bed frame and was soon on my back being lashed
securely. He’d thrown something over my head as I lay so air was difficult to drag
in - but there was enough plus a great smell. It was an old waxed jacket
(obviously he’d read your story - I’d sent it to him soon after I first got
it). After I was well fixed down, the spare jacket was made to cover the pillow
before the hood of the cammos was pulled up around the wax hood and somehow
fixed so I couldn’t move my head anyways.
Then he began to enjoy
himself restricting my breathing, lying on top of me - your stories and John
Stapleton’s had given him some good new ideas. He was obviously now wearing
waxed cotton motorcycle gear - I could feel the belt buckle and snaps on
pockets as they pressed down on me - and the sticky wax inside all my layers
was wet and warm.
This time I didn’t last long
before I shot - but he told me it would not be the last time before I was let
loose. Afterwards he told me it was the best fun he’d had since we first
started to play. So Jim - the hood and mitts - and the various stories have all
added to our ability to enjoy what we enjoy. That’s how it should be.
On that visit I left the
firefighter story with Mike. I think it will give him a lot more ideas. I
Xeroxed a copy so I will re-read it and, as you asked, give you some feedback
about how the story might continue. I wish we had a firefighters suit to play
around in - the old charcoal colour, not the new red! I fantasise about getting
tied-up in one - or watching somebody else (preferably a real fireman) trussed
up and lashed down and made to squirm - and hosed down like in your story. Wow!
I hope you can read this
writing and I’ve not repeated too much from previous letters - but it’s very
tempting to’ talk onto paper’ as you call it. As you know I don’t get much
chance to talk to anybody about the gear and my particular enthusiasm - so
please forgive me if I get a bit over enthusiastic - or boring - you can always
skip-read! But, I hope you get something out of reading - typing up - and
responding to at least some of my ideas.
I think that’s enough of my
waffle for now. If you have any other magazines or ‘food for fantasy’ before
you disappear to
All the best - Geof.
I PHONED
HIM AFTER TRAVELS ...
THEN WENT
TO SOUTHWOLD FOR THREE MONTHS
What date? I WROTE
Hi Geof,
Have been neglecting
correspondence for the past four months. My life seems to have taken on a new
pattern. Time in
Play-wise, a little has been
happening. I wrote a retrospective article about modifying Government Surplus
items for restraint purposes. This was what I did in the early days when there
were no ‘fetish’ supply sources (at least, not that I knew of or could afford).
My first strait-jacket was a modified ex-Navy Foul Weather anorak in heavy
oilskin. Then a tough windproof flight deck suit was made lockable. The article
was to encourage people to improvise and be imaginative. I promised photos to
go with the article - then found it had become very difficult to buy genuine
Army Surplus - so am still working on that project.
Last weekend somebody did come
down from
Looking around the motorcycle
shops, the new gear is much more efficient in terms of keeping out wind and the
rain - but it isn’t very sexy or tactile. Give me the greasy waxy stuff every
time - or slick and shiny older fabrics. Got some video shots of the recent
visitor in a khaki waterproof sleeping bag lashed to the bed - but no still
shots. I will try and get a computer programme that takes frames from video and
puts them into printed pictures - but they’re always a bit blurry. I guess
you’ll just have to make a date and get trussed up in the bag so I can take
some stills.
I will be away from London March
20th to 30th - so if there’s a day when you might come up
for a chat and perhaps a short roll around in sometime soon - let me know.
Sorry this isn’t a long message
- but there always seems to be a lot to do. I still haven’t gotten around to
typing out the nice long letter you sent me around New Year.
No more additions to my fireman
story although I have a few ideas. Want it to be more than just a succession of
described bondage positions and predicaments. I like the idea of describing him
finding out what other people get off on, but it may lose focus. I think
there’s a danger that the more alternatives I include, the less people with a
particular focus will feel is in it for them.
Perhaps I should name each episode with the
‘‘kink’’ it involves then people could skip the chapters that do nothing for
them. I’ve already broken the computer file down into Episodes with titles like
‘Water Fight’, ‘ Stressed USA Firefighter’, ‘Speedcuffs demonstrated’, ‘Leather
guy tied’, ‘Army Guy self-bondage’, ‘Army guys roughed-up’.
If nothing else it will make an
interesting LIST OF CONTENTS at the beginning of the book.
Will try and phone you early
next week. Cheers for now –
I WROTE
Hello Geof,
Writing this letter having just
put the phone down after talking to you so is there much to say?
The Black Prince story I
told you about has now been revised and I printed out a copy of Happy
Birthday, Boss, a story written by an ex-Army friend - but it’s not for
general circulation. I would rather he’d written a more detailed account of
what they actually did in his unit on training exercises involving resistance
to capture and interrogation, when trying to break-down guys within the limits
set by the Army - and how they occasionally bent the rules while on field
exercises.
I’m enclosing what I hope is the
most recent BOUND AND GAGGED magazine
and a story compilation which is total fantasy.
Let me know they’ve arrived
safely.
HE WROTE DEC 2000? NOT SURE
ABOUT THIS DATE
Hello Jim
Well at long last have been
able to find time to put pen to paper and catch up a few things that needed to
be done. You have probably heard my messages, because I phoned a couple of
times recently not knowing if you were either out or perhaps away on another
jaunt of yours somewhere.
You probably heard about
Nothing has really changed
here other than work which keeps updating – most of the heavier and noisy
machines have gone, including all the blokes from that area, so the factory is
very quiet now – especially first thing in the mornings.
How are you getting on with
all your backlog of work? And now I have sent you another letter to add to the
burden. Many thanks by the way for use of the two magazines which I now return.
I have had pleasure reading them – with imagined changes to them in various
places to make them more to my (unusual) tastes.
I have a question: Do you
know the approximate value, and anybody who might like to buy, a Belstaff Black
Trojan suit? I think it was made before the Black Prince material came into
being many years ago. The creamy white jacket lining is virtually unmarked as
is the cloth cover on the collar. The belt is unmarked and it has a red quilt
detachable (by zip) lining At a guess it has never been worn. The trousers
definitely have been but I would still call them ‘in good condition’. Mike has
this at the moment and we would like to sell it as we both feel it could be
worth a reasonable sum. I am also awaiting details of other items he-we wish to
dispose of. I know there will be at least one Black Prince suit and one Barbour
waxed cotton m/c suit. It seems we have collected so many now, storage is a
problem so some will have to go.
Coming back to the subject of
stories, many thanks for the copy of the army ‘birthday’ saga – very colourful
reading and some of it HOT. OK some I felt was very extreme - such as the
maggots, and flies, and running after the vehicle with your cock tied to it
- but when it comes to the mud and the
army cammo gear layer upon layer then inside a sleeping bag – well, you know
me! From the descriptions I could picture just how it happened – and I would
get great pleasure in doing something like that to a young squaddie. Also,
afterwards making him clean up all the dirty gear would also be a turn on. …
I really enjoyed my visit to
Mike Friday evening to Sunday mid-day, a totally relaxing weekend for us both.
Nothing but gear and talking and using. We even went out to Lyme Regis for a
walk Saturday lunch time in the rain – well, more drizzle than rain but excuse
enough. Mike wore army cammo trousers with army boots, tee shirt, denim jacket
with Belstaff jacket over. Me, for a change, wore cammos also but with
rubber-lined waterproof trousers under (wouldn’t I just!). Tee shirt and denim
jacket with the rubberised army jacket which matched the hidden pants on top,
using it’s hood when the rain increased. A brilliant feeling sitting in the car
and then walking in the rain on the seafront. Nobody knew me so I could just
enjoy the situation out and about with Mike in his cammos and waxed jacket.
When we arrived home it was
time to eat but I stayed in the same gear with hood up – and Mike tied me to a
dining room chair – ankles to each chair leg, knees apart to the arm supports.
Being right handed, my right hand roped behind the chair and chest and waist
pulled back against the chair back. I had to eat one-handed, not very easy but
again a pleasure well worth feeling – and for him to watch.
Once the snack was over
followed by a drink, instead of releasing me, my left arm was also tied behind
the chair, the jacket hood taken down and a new rubber blow-up gag produced as
a surprise and strapped in, before the hood was back up but this time with the
drawstring as tight as it would go, covering my nose and hiding the gag, until
I could only just see out. After closing the jacket collar as high and tight as
he could Mike now began to touch my body and massage anything whenever he
wanted without argument.
I had a good hard cock but
had to rely on him for any allowed movement inside the now slightly wet and
slippery rubber-lined pants.
After some time the
inevitable supply of wax cotton was produced. Mike discovered that a big jacket
would fit around my shoulders and the chair I was tied to. He tried it forwards
first, but then decided it looked better back-to-front zipped behind the chair
with the belt added for good measure. He then tried an army jacket on top – but
it wouldn’t close – so he settled for a poncho before more massaging – and
making me shoot again.
I must admit the time just
flew by; virtually no sound, no movement – just having to sit there not knowing
what he might decide to do – and no idea when I would be released because was
‘his’ as he put it, for the whole weekend. At one point he just disappeared and
I heard his car just rev up and drive away. I had no idea that he’d just moved
it and snook back into the house to quietly watch me deal with the situation
When he did walk back into my
vision he was wearing black rubber gloves and a full Black Prince suit and rubber
boots. Silently he started to release me – deliberately doing it very slowly.
I was already very hard again
and he made it worse by massaging me all over with his rubber hands as each
layer was removed – but he warned me not to come again – which was difficult.
When the jacket hood was released my hair was matted with sweat – but he didn’t
take the gag out. Instead he showed me the wax cotton hood you made to fit
tight and lace. He systematically poured more wax into it from the can before
my eyes – then on it went, sticking like glue to my face and neck. After that
it was just a succession of sensations as I was undressed and re-dressed – who
knows what. Wax cotton next to the skin (of course) – other garments (tighter)
over to press it all in – and definitely more fresh wax had been used.
Having layered me to a point
where I could hardly bend my arms or knees, he tied my ankles (now in wellie)
to the kitchen table before he started to loosen the tight waxy hood. Without
uncovering my eyes he removed the gag, explaining that I would soon need my
mouth to but more energy into breathing. Soon as the hood was laced back tight
back against my face I realised he was then putting the waxed Bag Hood over the
top. This makes a fantastic difference because air breathed out stay in the
back between two layers of waxed material. Drawing fresh air in becomes a real
challenge and the smell and taste of the air is fantastic – strong with the wax
cotton smell – specially as you made both hoods from the used (and slightly
mildewed old wax jacket).
Trying to breathe slightly
distracted me from noticing what was happening next. My elbows were lashed back
down my sides – and he demonstrated that I couldn’t reach my cock – but he
could. This he demonstrated effectively – but still ordered me not to cum – and
then make it very difficult not to.
I had no idea it was dark
already, so when he started to lead me out into the garden I was worried. Damn
John Stapleton for going him ideas. I was ready to freak out – but in no
position to resist because my booted ankles were hobbled. He just tugged – and
I had to follow or fall over.
I knew there were woods at
the back of his place and I was stumbling along and at one point (I don’t know
whether he did it deliberately) I fell over and, of course, couldn’t get up.
Eventually he helped me up and after more walking (I have no idea for how long)
we were entering some building. With no sight or sense of smell even, I didn’t
know if it was his house again or his garden shed which he sometimes uses.
I was soon lashed down on my
back and he pumped my cock, telling me not to come but at the same time forcing
me to cum. I knew that if I did cum again so soon after the last few times much
of the pleasure would go – but I had no option. He was enjoying his power to
bring me to the edge and then let-up – and then start again. He was certainly
making the most of the control he had. He knows me too well – and certainly
knows how to push all my buttons.
There was a lot more – still
not released when we both sat and he fed me food – but, at last, I was allowed
to shower and re-dress myself in army gear (on his instructions) and, with him
also in cammos we both slept for a few hours before we used the rest of the
Sunday morning for another session.
Well, since writing this, I
have spoken to you – but, as you requested – here is what I wrote. Many thanks
for all you have done for me, encouraging me to admit to (and describe in
detail) what has been until now my darkest secrets. Thanks also for the other
Bondage Reader booklets and lending me Bound & Gagged and the other
Hope you have a fun-filled
Xmas and New Year – and I hear some of the details from you sometime soon.
Geoff.
I REPLIED 30 DEC 2000 CARD ONLY
CORRESPONDENCE RATHER FIZZLED OUT FOR MOST OF 2001 - HE SENT A HEAVY
WAXED JACKET TO BE MODIFIED
I ADDED PERMANENTLY ATTACHED MITTS AND POSTED IT TO HIM IN MAY 2002
PUBLISHED COLLECTED CORRESPONDENCE (with his
permission) including some photos
Writing this correspondence also prompted me
to write two different semi-autobiographical stories: see WELL
WAXED AND WATERPROOF and, more recently, LONG-DISTANCE
CONTROL TRIP
WHERE & WHEN DID I SEND THIS INSERT
PVC BIKE
SUIT AND ANORAK as
described in John Stapleton story 'Further Adventures of a Motorcycle
Messenger':
... When
they had discovered somebody who made clothes out of heavy, black PVC, the two
bikers had both gone to town with the ordering, both having boiler-suit styled
rainsuits made, anoraks based on the navy’s foul weather suits and also
over-trousers, bib and brace style. One
big difference was that the clothes were all double thickness, the glossy black
surfaces inside and out. Completely
waterproof, the heavy gear was practically impossible to get on and off alone,
especially when wearing leather underneath.
... Sam,
already kitted out in full well-worn leathers and heavy motorcross boots, let one of the bundles fall open, sat down on
the bed where Chris was luxuriating, and started to push his boots through the
trouser legs. The shiny surfaces of the
heavy black PVC were stuck together by the folding and storing, but Sam
eventually got his legs through, although with difficulty, especially as his
steel-toed and side-strapped boots were so cumbersome. He stood up and wrestled the creaking suit up
and over his leather-covered backside.
“Chris, you gonna help me or not?” he asked, and Chris stopped enjoying
the sight of the struggling biker and started to help him, pulling the suit up
from behind and over Sam’s shoulders.
Sam pulled the zip up from crotch to under his chin and folded the long
velcro-flap over the zip to seal the suit shut.
Chris then pulled the wide lower flap snug across Sam’s throat and,
looking straight into Sam’s blue eyes, pulled the buckle so tight Sam pulled
away, gasping.
“Cut it out, Chris, it’s pissing down out there and I’m getting
late. You can have your fun later if you
want,” said Sam with a wink as he adjusted the efficiently watertight double
oilskin collar up over the leather underneath his chin and then closing the
suit’s special soft mouth and nose cover that they’d designed to fit under a
crash helmet.
“OK, off you go then. Hope you don’t have any bank deliveries today. You
look liked the masked raider with that mouth cover. Have fun, I’m going back to
bed.””
“I want the anorak on, too,” said Sam, opening the other bundle, “It’s
pissing down”.
“Christ, you’ll be stuck in that all day. I can’t see you wriggling out of that lot in
the middle of a crowded street if the rain stops”, but. with a certain
enthusiasm he shook out the stiff folds of the belted and hooded anorak.
“Hold the cuffs of your suit and I’ll pull this over your head.”
Sam disappeared into the blackness of the closed-fronted smock which
Chris worked down over his shiny body with some difficulty, the shiny surfaces
clinging to each other. Sam pulled at
the draw-cord and the opening around his neck closed snugly against the bulky
inner collars.
Chris adjusted the anorak’s heavy hood downwards to reduce it’s bulk. If
the hood was worn up, with the face draw-string tightened, and then the two
broad straps were closed across his neck and lower face, only his eyes would be
visible. The combination of suit and anorak made the wearers totally wind and
weather-proof on a wild day or in a wild scene. But, while on his bike Sam
liked his lower-face covered by pungent PVC under his helmet, so the specially
designed suit collar-cum-mouth cover was perfect inside his helmet without
restricting his vision. Sam buckled the
heavy waist belt tightly to minimise the bulk of leather and oilskin under his
anorak as Chris bent down and, reaching between Sam’s shiny black legs, pulled
the crutch panel through and then attached it to two other buckles at the
front, tightly cinching the bulging black fabric over his crotch.
Sam now fully suited up –
would need help at the end of the day to extricate himself.
The above encouraged me to write FACT & FANTASY
IN PVC
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