Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
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jane mackintosh
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
rubberraincoat's story really hit a chord with me. Like so many of we mackintosh fetishists, my first mac memories was at age 4 & my kindergarten teacher's green single textured rubber mac. From then on I was hooked on girls' & ladies' rubber macs. However,what I particularly relate to in his story is his YELLOW rubber mac.When I was about 12 my mother bought a yellow rubber mackintosh with a brown rubber collar & brown rubber turnups at the wrists.It was an incredibly slishy,rustling,rubbery, high-smelling mac & its arrival coincided with my entry into puberty. I was already starting to dress in my mothers lingerie when home alone & masturbate in front of her dressing table mirror,so the arrival of her luscious yellow mac sent me into a rubber rapture. She kept it in the downstairs cloakroom, & I would sneak down the stairs when everyone was asleep to fondle,sniff,kiss & suck her mackintosh & then to gush my spunk into its welcoming folds. Of course if I was home alone with her mac I would combine it with her lingerie to reach incredible heights of passionate release. This,however, had an aftermath of deep shame & guilt which paradoxically enhanced my rubber ecstasy & still does. If rubberraincoat is interested, I would very much like to share memories & experiences raincoats & related subjects with him.
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jane mackintosh
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
When I was 6 I got into a "fight" with another boy & as usual the other kids all gathered round yelling & cheering. Our tussle ended up with my opponent astride me & pinioning my arms to the ground above my head. His older sister (7 or 8) then stepped forward , she was wearing a tartan raincoat with a red rubber lining & glossy black rubber wellies & put one foot triumphantly on my face. It didn't hurt nor was I injured, just a childish scuffle.However,I can still recall the jeers & catcalls that ensued as I lay defeated, blushing with shame & humiliation, along with the surge of pleasure which seemed to engulf me.
I had been fascinated with girls' raincoats since I was 4, but this incident linked rubber & shame into pleasurable lockstep & now more than 70 years on,I still experience that same blushing surge when I stand in front of a full length mirror in a shiny ladies mackintosh & open it to reveal my pretty bra & tenting pantys.
I had been fascinated with girls' raincoats since I was 4, but this incident linked rubber & shame into pleasurable lockstep & now more than 70 years on,I still experience that same blushing surge when I stand in front of a full length mirror in a shiny ladies mackintosh & open it to reveal my pretty bra & tenting pantys.
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jane mackintosh
- Posts: 137
- Joined: September 27th, 2021, 9:08 pm
- Location: New Zealand
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
When I was 6 I got into a "fight" with another boy & as usual the other kids all gathered round yelling & cheering. Our tussle ended up with my opponent astride me & pinioning my arms to the ground above my head. His older sister (7 or 8) then stepped forward , she was wearing a tartan raincoat with a red rubber lining & glossy black rubber wellies & put one foot triumphantly on my face. It didn't hurt nor was I injured, just a childish scuffle.However,I can still recall the jeers & catcalls that ensued as I lay defeated, blushing with shame & humiliation, along with the surge of pleasure which seemed to engulf me.
I had been fascinated with girls' raincoats since I was 4, but this incident linked rubber & shame into pleasurable lockstep & now more than 70 years on,I still experience that same blushing surge when I stand in front of a full length mirror in a shiny ladies mackintosh & open it to reveal my pretty bra & tenting pantys.
I had been fascinated with girls' raincoats since I was 4, but this incident linked rubber & shame into pleasurable lockstep & now more than 70 years on,I still experience that same blushing surge when I stand in front of a full length mirror in a shiny ladies mackintosh & open it to reveal my pretty bra & tenting pantys.
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Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
Mine was filled with plastic pants and rubbery bed sheets on account of being a bed wetter, so no rainwear of interest, but somewhere along the line a blue nylon short Mac appeared. I don’t recall who it belonged to, or where it came from, but it was child-size and I wore it now and again, but was never a favourite item as, even back then, I knew I preferred plastic. Later on we acquired nylon shorts for school sports, and appeared to be the only family forced into these, and they were quite nice. Alas any thoughts of proper rainwear were limited to watching others from afar.
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
https://images.app.goo.gl/tCtcdTyMYPhHgQAt9
Had this one as a kid. Mine was blue, my sisters (which lasted longer) was green, and my brothers was beige.
If you can’t see the image, type Misty Harbor raincoat.
Had this one as a kid. Mine was blue, my sisters (which lasted longer) was green, and my brothers was beige.
If you can’t see the image, type Misty Harbor raincoat.
Re: Tell me your stories with your raincoats when you were a child
My journey with them started at around 4 or 5, as I had a few of those typical 90s, think PVC shiny and colorful raincoats with matching rainpants. It was bluish green with blue hood, blue sleeves and red pockets, the pants were the same bluish green with blue pvc below the knee.
It was like a magnet to me, I recall being extremely excited from being near it, let alone being made to wear it. At one point in the summer heat, I threw a tantrum because I wanted to be dressed in it, despite the sunny summer day, as we walked to the local markets. I literally threw myself on the ground, so my parents had no choice
, we walked to the market with me in the rainwear. I think people thought me parents were abusing me with the choice of clothing, as they were getting bad looks (as I was told by later anecdotes). Little the people knew that it was my choice. At the time I felt no shame wearing shiny pvc yet.
A really important core memory for me is being alone at home, at around 9 or 10, putting on raincoats and rainpants and climbing into the wardrobe, pretending "someone locked me inside". I have got absolutely no idea where this fantasy emerged from...being inside and pulling the hood(s) up and as it was getting tight around my face in the darkness, I was onto something like self-bondage. I was never caught by anybody during my "wardrobe captivity" plays. I guess I will never remember what caused these fantasies or attractions, as I just remember living with them since the start.
It was like a magnet to me, I recall being extremely excited from being near it, let alone being made to wear it. At one point in the summer heat, I threw a tantrum because I wanted to be dressed in it, despite the sunny summer day, as we walked to the local markets. I literally threw myself on the ground, so my parents had no choice
, we walked to the market with me in the rainwear. I think people thought me parents were abusing me with the choice of clothing, as they were getting bad looks (as I was told by later anecdotes). Little the people knew that it was my choice. At the time I felt no shame wearing shiny pvc yet.A really important core memory for me is being alone at home, at around 9 or 10, putting on raincoats and rainpants and climbing into the wardrobe, pretending "someone locked me inside". I have got absolutely no idea where this fantasy emerged from...being inside and pulling the hood(s) up and as it was getting tight around my face in the darkness, I was onto something like self-bondage. I was never caught by anybody during my "wardrobe captivity" plays. I guess I will never remember what caused these fantasies or attractions, as I just remember living with them since the start.