how does this raincoat fetish thing work?

[NoraSverige]

I walked to him to get my raincoat back from him since I needed it. Rains a lot here now almost every day.
He looked nervous and embarassed when I asked to get my raincoat back so suddenly. He did not really respond at first.

I was like "So where is it?" , since I could not see it hanging at the coatrack in the entrance hall.

He mumbled that is was at his room. I walked into his room and I found my raincoat at the floor of his room. I grabbed it and it was really wrinkly and as we walked back to the entrance hall , I inspected it for wear and tear. I noticed it had with some pretty suspicious stains along the front of it. I looked at him and he was so embarassed. He confessed after a while of me just looking at him waiting for an explination.

He explained that my raincoat made him aroused and that he has used it to release himself over . He said he just could not resist the urge for it.

I said that I did not like that he used my raincoat like that with out asking. It feelt wierd since he had held it a secret. I explained to him that if he has just asked me if he could use my raincoat for such things, I would had ither let him buy it from me or maybe even want to watch how he used it out of curiosity.

But since he used my raincoat like that with out telling me , I was dissapointed and a bit shocked. But as we talked , I could see that he did not really mean anything bad , he just could not resist his urge for it. And I appriciated he confessed.

I told him that "Next time you have the urge for my raincoat. Just say so and ask me." He looked really suprised. I asked him if he had any interest in me aswell. And he said he had a crush on me . I said I had the same in him.

And thats why I was open and forgiving about what he did to my raincoat. And more try to understand the whole raincoat thing. He looked very thankful after out conversation. And I also said "If you want to ask me out on a date thats fine too. I dont mind bringing the raincoat along aslong as I get attention too" We even laughed about the whole thing in the end . I put my raincoat on and I gave him a really big hug and let him stroak my raincoat abit and we giggled about it and then I left . I will let him decide if he will ask me out or ask for my raincoat sometime or not. Time will tell.

I think communication is key. Also Since we both had feelings for eachother we were more open minded towards the situation I guess.

[MissRachel]

Hello NoraSverige,

you did well !

Now it is up to him. He needs to grow up and move from a kid that has a crush to a young man that has a loving girl friend. You handled everything just right. If I was in your place and had not talked to "us" before finding out what he did I think it would have "went South" pretty quickly.

Just wait and see. If he really enjoys your company he will come calling again. Truth be told: you have the upper hand.

Miss Rachel

[ilikecoated]

Now that the first steps are made you may also try to find out whether he is only into shiny rainwear or if he likes other shiny garments as well. And if you happen to like these things also then there's tons of items available.

[MacRobin]

I walked to him to get my raincoat back from him ..... snip .... Also Since we both had feelings for eachother we were more open minded towards the situation I guess.

Hi Nora, I notice your detailed reponse and went and squeezed my daily 2 oranges and a lemon before settling down to read it. Your words immediately induced me to snort the juice down my nostrils and it didn't half sting.

Brilliant.

100 years ago, psychiatrists would have diagnosed you as fetishly, sexually and criminally insane. They would have prescribed both of you to receive aversion therapy which was the standard routine for anyone with an unhealthy interest in raincoats. Both of you you have been forced to put on the raincoat, swallow a drug which then made you vomit, so that neither of you ever dared wear a raincoat again. I am not joking. I have researched it. I may seek permission from you to mention your case in my upcoming book. I would follow the style of Krafft-Ebing and Freud and refer to you as "N", a perfectly normal and healthy Scandinavian woman who claims to be only 18.

Now for the punch line, the real killer. The test. All my researches indicate that your relationship will prosper if yours is the only raincoat on his possession. Typical cases 100 years show that a miscreant would have about 300 dubiously acquired raincoats stashed in his wardrobe, discovered when he was arrested and his rooms searched. This would be a shattering blow because it means that not only was your raincoat more important than you, your raincoat was but one of 300.

I was disappointed that your raincoat was not in pristine condition when he finally let you see it. Remembering my youth, I would have adored D's rubberised double sheen blue Dannimac, almost as much as her, and would have ensured it showed no signs of wear and tear. To achieve this, for the sake of D's peace of mind, I would have gone to Swinglehurst's chemists in Skipton and coughed and stuttered when owner's daughter Judith S served me and said I needed a pack of transparent latex, as we called them in Yorkshire.
"What do you need these for" Judith would have shrilled. "Are you asking me to go with you?"
"erm it had crossed my mind."
"Good, so you will be needing the megapack of 144. There's a good film on at the Regal tonight."

Of course it never got that far. I'd approach the counter and Judith would lean over. Her tits were not like melons, they were like pumpkins with nipples like lemons.
"Yes Robin? she'd put, nipples poking through starched linen.
"A toothbrush Judith!"
That was as far as it went. I'd take Judith to the Regal and then behind the bushes after the movie I'd brush her teeth.

We need to hear how this progresses Nora.
Please tell us.
And you must tell him, the raincoat must come back on a hanger, uncreased and no suspicious stains.

[NoraSverige]

I walked to him to get my raincoat back from him ..... snip .... Also Since we both had feelings for eachother we were more open minded towards the situation I guess.

Hi Nora, I notice your detailed reponse and went and squeezed my daily 2 oranges and a lemon before settling down to read it. Your words immediately induced me to snort the juice down my nostrils and it didn't half sting.

Brilliant.

100 years ago, psychiatrists would have diagnosed you as fetishly, sexually and criminally insane. They would have prescribed both of you to receive aversion therapy which was the standard routine for anyone with an unhealthy interest in raincoats. Both of you you have been forced to put on the raincoat, swallow a drug which then made you vomit, so that neither of you ever dared wear a raincoat again. I am not joking. I have researched it. I may seek permission from you to mention your case in my upcoming book. I would follow the style of Krafft-Ebing and Freud and refer to you as "N", a perfectly normal and healthy Scandinavian woman who claims to be only 18.

Now for the punch line, the real killer. The test. All my researches indicate that your relationship will prosper if yours is the only raincoat on his possession. Typical cases 100 years show that a miscreant would have about 300 dubiously acquired raincoats stashed in his wardrobe, discovered when he was arrested and his rooms searched. This would be a shattering blow because it means that not only was your raincoat more important than you, your raincoat was but one of 300.

I was disappointed that your raincoat was not in pristine condition when he finally let you see it. Remembering my youth, I would have adored D's rubberised double sheen blue Dannimac, almost as much as her, and would have ensured it showed no signs of wear and tear. To achieve this, for the sake of D's peace of mind, I would have gone to Swinglehurst's chemists in Skipton and coughed and stuttered when owner's daughter Judith S served me and said I needed a pack of transparent latex, as we called them in Yorkshire.
"What do you need these for" Judith would have shrilled. "Are you asking me to go with you?"
"erm it had crossed my mind."
"Good, so you will be needing the megapack of 144. There's a good film on at the Regal tonight."

Of course it never got that far. I'd approach the counter and Judith would lean over. Her tits were not like melons, they were like pumpkins with nipples like lemons.
"Yes Robin? she'd put, nipples poking through starched linen.
"A toothbrush Judith!"
That was as far as it went. I'd take Judith to the Regal and then behind the bushes after the movie I'd brush her teeth.

We need to hear how this progresses Nora.
Please tell us.
And you must tell him, the raincoat must come back on a hanger, uncreased and no suspicious stains.

As I mentioned in my last post , i was dissapointed to find my raincoat on the floor , wrinkled and having suspicious stains on it. But after talking with him and all , I would be suprised if he treated my raincoat like that a second time. I think that next time he used my raincoat , it will be on a hanger, uncreased, no stains. But I will have to wait and see. I checked online and noticed at the moment the raincoat I have is out of stock. But I guess I will get another color on my next stutterheim raincoat when I need a new one.

I dont mind adding if you add me in your book as N.

I am happy I love in 2019

[MissRachel]

Hello Miss Nora,

whether you know it or not you have sparked a "freshness" into this little site.
I was getting worried nothing new was going happen around here.
This may turn into a story that is worthy to publish!

Keep up the good work

Miss Rachel

[MacRobin]

Dear N,
I thank you for your gracious permission for me to write up your "case" in my upcoming book and you can rest assured that your anonymity will be guaranteed. I will ensure that when published, only three people on earth will know and understand its origins and one of the 3 will be unaware of my book unless informed. I will run the pages about your case past you for approval.
The 3rd man needs a tag and shall I call him "K"? I shall be kind to him because after all, he is treading a path I trod many years ago although if I ever met him, I would admonish him and say that I would have gone to great lengths if D had lent me her dark blue hooded rubber lined mack, not to endow it with suspicious stains.

I plan to write up the "case" in the style of 1900 sex-psycho-analysts, thus with ingredients of fundamental "I know everything" but at the same time, including the essential ingredient that was missing 100+ years ago, namely that I and not they, have a predilection for raincoats, but more accurately put, a predilection for the raincoat worn by the woman I was currently in love with.

I have a template for the written up case, and it is the report on the very first rubber fetishist that I have been able to trace, W, and he dates from about 1880. His started off when he was age 8 and we must applaud that. He used to sit and try not to blush over breakfast when his mother complained that her rubber hot water bottle was deteriorating rapidly, having developed some suspicious stains. W admitted to his therapist that as an only child, he used to eavesdrop outside his parents bedroom, but never heard anything untoward and hence was surprised when his sister was born. His main predilection was gloves. He used to take girls out, admire their gloves and ask if he could borrow them to photograph in his new dark room. Here, there is a massive divergence from your chap N. W persuaded 300 girls to go out with him and acquired 300 pairs of gloves to sleep with. As an expert, if they had been rubber mackintoshes (single texture, rubber tactile) that would have lasted me a year, unless one belonged to D, which would have lasted me for ever.

Yesterday I stumbled across the most inept, banal and intellectually vacuous statement by a sex therapist, who, confronted by rubber fetishism for the first time, declared that it must be based on environment because rubber fetishism did not exist before rubber raincoats etc emerged in the 19th C. No, no, no, you silly man. You must be a man because no woman would be so stupid. We as a special community have always existed. We were just waiting for someone to invent a suitable raincoat.

[NoraSverige]

Dear N,
I thank you for your gracious permission for me to write up your "case" in my upcoming book and you can rest assured that your anonymity will be guaranteed. I will ensure that when published, only three people on earth will know and understand its origins and one of the 3 will be unaware of my book unless informed. I will run the pages about your case past you for approval.
The 3rd man needs a tag and shall I call him "K"? I shall be kind to him because after all, he is treading a path I trod many years ago although if I ever met him, I would admonish him and say that I would have gone to great lengths if D had lent me her dark blue hooded rubber lined mack, not to endow it with suspicious stains.

I plan to write up the "case" in the style of 1900 sex-psycho-analysts, thus with ingredients of fundamental "I know everything" but at the same time, including the essential ingredient that was missing 100+ years ago, namely that I and not they, have a predilection for raincoats, but more accurately put, a predilection for the raincoat worn by the woman I was currently in love with.

I have a template for the written up case, and it is the report on the very first rubber fetishist that I have been able to trace, W, and he dates from about 1880. His started off when he was age 8 and we must applaud that. He used to sit and try not to blush over breakfast when his mother complained that her rubber hot water bottle was deteriorating rapidly, having developed some suspicious stains. W admitted to his therapist that as an only child, he used to eavesdrop outside his parents bedroom, but never heard anything untoward and hence was surprised when his sister was born. His main predilection was gloves. He used to take girls out, admire their gloves and ask if he could borrow them to photograph in his new dark room. Here, there is a massive divergence from your chap N. W persuaded 300 girls to go out with him and acquired 300 pairs of gloves to sleep with. As an expert, if they had been rubber mackintoshes (single texture, rubber tactile) that would have lasted me a year, unless one belonged to D, which would have lasted me for ever.

Yesterday I stumbled across the most inept, banal and intellectually vacuous statement by a sex therapist, who, confronted by rubber fetishism for the first time, declared that it must be based on environment because rubber fetishism did not exist before rubber raincoats etc emerged in the 19th C. No, no, no, you silly man. You must be a man because no woman would be so stupid. We as a special community have always existed. We were just waiting for someone to invent a suitable raincoat.

I must say I cant decrypt all this in your message. All these references to people and so on. Sorry.

[MacRobin]

Sorry N, I overcomplicated it.

Don’t worry,
Be happy
And every little thing will turn out right.

[tiger4macs]

WOW, what an amazing thread! There are so many strands to it that resonate with me that I don't know the best way to respond, but respond I must!

First perhaps some appreciations:

Nora, you are one amazing lady, mature in thought well beyond your years! Like the other respondents I deeply respect you and the way you have handled the situation. What wouldn't I have given to have a girlfriend like you when I was your age, at school! But that would have been in 1955 and things have come a long way since then. Some of the girls I saw, and knew, wore the loveliest of rubber mackintoshes and looked so pretty as well as so sexy in them that it drove me nuts. Others wore see-through plastic raincoats that also sent my senses reeling and my imagination into overdrive. But I never dared say a word, either to them or about them. I thought I was the only person in the world who felt that way, and that I would surely die of embarrassment if anyone found out : it would have been trumpeted all over the school and I would have been bullied to death, for sure!

Macrobin, I have the greatest respect for your contributions and absolutely agree with all that you have detailed so clearly.

So why am I responding, other than to offer sincere praise? Well, it triggered me to launch a discussion that I have always pondered deeply about, and never been really able to analyse fully; mysteries that have remained so despite my attempts to get at the truth. And it all centres on exactly WHY and IN WHAT WAY some people regard rainwear as erotic, and exactly WHO does so.

I've read heaps of threads on this site, particularly the ongoing discussion on how people's fetishes (sorry, special interests!) actually began, but have never found total answers to the questions that bug me. I really need to explore these areas but feel it's probably better to start another thread than to hijack Nora's brilliant story. However I'll wait a few days to see if anyone has good advice as to the best way forward. It is the sensitive and caring replies to Nora's excellent posts that spur me on to raise my own issues, and hopefully find some answers, some closure.

Cheers to all, Tiger