Hello everyone, I introduce myself, I am a young man of 21 years and I live in France.
For my personal story I started having this fetish when I was 4/5 years old in my memories. At first my parents collected old clothes from friend’s, one day they came back with a bag filled with clothes and in this bag there were mainly 2 black and white pvc raincoats.
Hardly time to unpack the bag that one of the raincoats finished in the trash because it is a bit torn but at the time it worried me not, the second is stored in the wardrobe of my room.
One of the nights that followed I decided to pick up my raincoat from the wardrobe and take it with me in bed that’s when it all started.
For a long time no one knew, but one day my mother caught me one morning with a raincoat in my bed, I went to school and on the way back, my beautiful raincoat was in the trash…
Has anyone ever had a similar story?
Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
My love of rubber started when I was 3/4 years old and my brother had an SBR mack and souwester bought him by an aunt. I used to bury my face in it and stroke it at every opportunity. When he had outgrown it they bought him a double texture one and i used to love feeling the rubber strips that sealed the seams. I never had one myself much to my disappointment. My real enthusiasm started when my father bought himself some Dunlop Warwick wellingtons when I was 14.
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Ilovecagoules
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
I don't remember the exact age but my love of nylon rainwear started with a mustard yellow cagoule my mum bought me. It had a concealed hood and brown stripes down the sleeves. I regularly put it on in private.
My mum had a nylon mac of her own too. It had a plastic fold-up bonnet in the pocket. One day I tried the mac on and loved the feel of it. I also knew I enjoyed people being tied up. At this point, I had no idea what this feeling was exactly, just that I enjoyed it. So much so that, on another occasion, I put my mum's mac on and tied myself to a chair in her bedroom using a skipping rope she used to keep fit. My brother found me struggling to get free - I'd done too good a job - and I was well and truly rumbled.
I also recall a primary school trip, a week away learning about the Vikings. One afternoon, a reenactment of the taking of a village was staged and we were put on different sides. I recall the villagers were captured and, in order to distinguish themselves as such, had to put their hands behind their backs, tucked into belts we were all wearing, to resemble being tied up. One girl villager was wearing a navy blue Kway cagoule over her costume so that plus pretending to be tied up caught my attention more than what we were supposed to be learning!
My mum had a nylon mac of her own too. It had a plastic fold-up bonnet in the pocket. One day I tried the mac on and loved the feel of it. I also knew I enjoyed people being tied up. At this point, I had no idea what this feeling was exactly, just that I enjoyed it. So much so that, on another occasion, I put my mum's mac on and tied myself to a chair in her bedroom using a skipping rope she used to keep fit. My brother found me struggling to get free - I'd done too good a job - and I was well and truly rumbled.
I also recall a primary school trip, a week away learning about the Vikings. One afternoon, a reenactment of the taking of a village was staged and we were put on different sides. I recall the villagers were captured and, in order to distinguish themselves as such, had to put their hands behind their backs, tucked into belts we were all wearing, to resemble being tied up. One girl villager was wearing a navy blue Kway cagoule over her costume so that plus pretending to be tied up caught my attention more than what we were supposed to be learning!
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I was about 5 when my mum came home with a brown rubber cape for me, when she put me into it i cried to have it taken off, but she made me wear it untill i calmed down. Then when i was about 10 i got my first pac a mac it was like my dads so that was ok. All thru my school years i was always made to keep a pac a mac close at hand, only when i wore it i used to get excited. I am in my 70s now and lucky enough to grow up when plastic/pvc macs were in fashion. And yes i still love to wear a mac.
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annabell-cagoule
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
I can remember a red all in one waterproof splash suit with red and white stripes down the arms, I remember having to wear it to play outside, then one wet afternoon at a friends to walk home we were lent Peter storm cagoules from them, mine was yellow and my brothers blue, i can remember not wanting to wear one and trying to refuse but was literally forced to wear one as their parents didn’t want to get in trouble with mine for sending us home in the rain with no waterproofs.
On a school trip to PGL we were told to wear the PGL piggles as they were called. Orange over the head PVC helly hanson cagoules that stank of mildew, sweat and old river water as they were used for kayaking and wind surfing. We were told we HAD to wear the, my friends all refused too as they absolutely stank and we got told Off by the staff and were told we wouldn’t be allowed to do any activities without wearing them.
Our nice teacher stood up for us and told them we would not be wearing them until we were given new or clean ones. The staff refused so the teacher said we could wear the ones we brought with us on camp. I always wondered if the two PGL staff were perverts who like to force children to wear rainwear against their will as the weather was hot and there was no need for rainwear and the way they went about trying to force us to and threatened us was so wrong, even though i had already discovered my
Love Of rainwear.
I had by the PGL camp i owned an orange man alive cagoule and loved wearing it and had had discovered it’s delights when worn naked in bed so enjoyed wearing it as much as possible on the camp. Our school never went back to that camp.
There were a few cagoules in lost property at school that one end of term they decided to put all the lost property up for sale and I managed to buy two, a brown and a tan coloured nylon cagoules.
On a school trip to PGL we were told to wear the PGL piggles as they were called. Orange over the head PVC helly hanson cagoules that stank of mildew, sweat and old river water as they were used for kayaking and wind surfing. We were told we HAD to wear the, my friends all refused too as they absolutely stank and we got told Off by the staff and were told we wouldn’t be allowed to do any activities without wearing them.
Our nice teacher stood up for us and told them we would not be wearing them until we were given new or clean ones. The staff refused so the teacher said we could wear the ones we brought with us on camp. I always wondered if the two PGL staff were perverts who like to force children to wear rainwear against their will as the weather was hot and there was no need for rainwear and the way they went about trying to force us to and threatened us was so wrong, even though i had already discovered my
Love Of rainwear.
I had by the PGL camp i owned an orange man alive cagoule and loved wearing it and had had discovered it’s delights when worn naked in bed so enjoyed wearing it as much as possible on the camp. Our school never went back to that camp.
There were a few cagoules in lost property at school that one end of term they decided to put all the lost property up for sale and I managed to buy two, a brown and a tan coloured nylon cagoules.
Lets get swishy!
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
Being fastened into a plastic mackintosh and enjoying how it made me feel inside. I have recounted this elsewhere on here. Wonderful!
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
My mother always had a mackintosh and I loved the feel of the satin material and rubber lining which I''d fondle whenever possible. I had my own rubberlined cotton mac when I was ten and loved wearing it
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rubberraincoat
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
My LOVE for rubber raincoats began when I was 4 years old. My mother got me a yellow rubber raincoat and cape style rubber rain hat. The attract
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rubberraincoat
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
My fetish began when I was 4-5 years old and my mother got me a long, yellow, 5 buckle rubber raincoat with a cape style rain hat with 2 snaps to secure it under my chin. The attraction was immediate. I enjoyed the smell, the crackling sound and the feel of the rubber coat. It made me feel SO safe when sealed up inside with only my face and hands showing. My mother once told me I would wear it around the house constantly and couldn't wait for it to rain ! The rest is history. I have always worn and enjoyed the arousal level, smell and feeling of safety that my rubber raincoats make me feel. I have amassed quite a collection over the years, all rubberized, with yellow rubber raincoats being my hot button as an adult.
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I really don’t have much to share in terms of stories or experiences at such a young age. However, the family photo albums have numerous pictures of me wearing raincoats around the house! One raincoat I remember to this day was from Warner Brothers. It was a very bright yellow, the material was smooth bordering on slippery and it had a very nice shine to it, the slightest bit of movement would cause it to creak and squeak loudly.
