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JellyMan wrote: June 28th, 2019, 5:11 pm Welcome Retinaquester. That is an interesting username you have, does it mean anything?

jackstrapped wrote: July 7th, 2019, 10:45 pm I know how and when, but not why. I grew up in Chicago in a row house on the north side. We had a tenants apartment on the lower level that had a separate entrance from the back, although there was a connecting door to our basement I lived with my mother, divorced and no siblings. We had an older German couple move in, and I remember they both wore long black rubber trench coats whenever it rained or looked like rain.

One day when I was 11 or 12 I had the house to myself while they were all at work, and I checked the door to the tenants place and it was unlocked. I walked through the apartment just looking around until I got back to the rear entrance. On a rack in the foyer were several rubber and leather trench coats, his and hers. From that moment on I have no idea why I did what I did. I took down her rubber trench coat and laid it out on a window seat. I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, and I buttoned up the coat leaving just the collar unbuttoned. It had a neck strap, belt, and wrist straps. Although I remember it as if it was today, for some reason I slid my arms and head inside the coat (backwards), and stood up and slowly worked it down over my shoulders. It was very heavy, very soft, almost sticky, supple, and was very snug. It probably took all of a minute and my head slid though the open collar. I had the biggest erection of my life at that time.

It took a while, but I managed to get the collar buttoned and the neck strap buckled tight, I folded the collar down, buckled the waist snug, and did the same with the wrist straps. I never considered I would have to get out of it. I opened the window seat which just had some blankets stored in it and with some effort I managed to lie down inside it. I reached up and closed the lid, then squirmed around until I had my wrists behind my back and I forced them under the waist belt. I was sweaty, the collar and wrist straps seemed to be getting tighter and I was fully aroused. I just laid there for what might have been an hour or more, fully erect and fantasizing about being found by the coats owner. I was squirming, it got harder to breathe, and the sound of her raincoat creaking and squeaking was driving me wild. Suddenly I felt something in my loins that made me struggle harder, the collar seemed to be tightening. The coat was in charge and I felt pressure on my erection, suddenly I had my first orgasm. It wasn't the best by far, but it was terrifying.

I started to panic, struggled to free my wrists and was terrified I would damage the coat. It took another hour to get out of all of it. I rehung the coat on the rack just as I found it and tried to make everything look as thought no one had been there before going upstairs and showering. I guess no one ever noticed, because I saw the tenant wearing the same coat several days later. To this day I have no idea what possessed me to do any of it. I just know that it started me on what has become a huge rubber, leather and latex fetish I enjoy to this day.

Jack

jackstrapped wrote: February 16th, 2021, 7:53 pm

jackstrapped wrote: July 7th, 2019, 10:45 pm I know how and when, but not why. I grew up in Chicago in a row house on the north side. We had a tenants apartment on the lower level that had a separate entrance from the back, although there was a connecting door to our basement I lived with my mother, divorced and no siblings. We had an older German couple move in, and I remember they both wore long black rubber trench coats whenever it rained or looked like rain.

One day when I was 11 or 12 I had the house to myself while they were all at work, and I checked the door to the tenants place and it was unlocked. I walked through the apartment just looking around until I got back to the rear entrance. On a rack in the foyer were several rubber and leather trench coats, his and hers. From that moment on I have no idea why I did what I did. I took down her rubber trench coat and laid it out on a window seat. I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, and I buttoned up the coat leaving just the collar unbuttoned. It had a neck strap, belt, and wrist straps. Although I remember it as if it was today, for some reason I slid my arms and head inside the coat (backwards), and stood up and slowly worked it down over my shoulders. It was very heavy, very soft, almost sticky, supple, and was very snug. It probably took all of a minute and my head slid though the open collar. I had the biggest erection of my life at that time.

It took a while, but I managed to get the collar buttoned and the neck strap buckled tight, I folded the collar down, buckled the waist snug, and did the same with the wrist straps. I never considered I would have to get out of it. I opened the window seat which just had some blankets stored in it and with some effort I managed to lie down inside it. I reached up and closed the lid, then squirmed around until I had my wrists behind my back and I forced them under the waist belt. I was sweaty, the collar and wrist straps seemed to be getting tighter and I was fully aroused. I just laid there for what might have been an hour or more, fully erect and fantasizing about being found by the coats owner. I was squirming, it got harder to breathe, and the sound of her raincoat creaking and squeaking was driving me wild. Suddenly I felt something in my loins that made me struggle harder, the collar seemed to be tightening. The coat was in charge and I felt pressure on my erection, suddenly I had my first orgasm. It wasn't the best by far, but it was terrifying.

I started to panic, struggled to free my wrists and was terrified I would damage the coat. It took another hour to get out of all of it. I rehung the coat on the rack just as I found it and tried to make everything look as thought no one had been there before going upstairs and showering. I guess no one ever noticed, because I saw the tenant wearing the same coat several days later. To this day I have no idea what possessed me to do any of it. I just know that it started me on what has become a huge rubber, leather and latex fetish I enjoy to this day.

Jack

I can't believe I'm the only one who found out through this type of behavior... that would make me a very disturbed fetishist. LOL!