Since I can remember.  I grew up on a large dairy

farm in rural Ontario, and wore rubber boots from the

day I was born.   I was working a lot in the barn, and

always in my rubber boots.   While growing up and

learning my sexuality, most of it was done while

wearing my rubber boots, hence the connection

I own several pair of red bottom farm boots, as well

as 2 pair of rubber riding boots, a pair of lacrosse

outrigger hip waders, and a pair of generic chest

waders.

Not enough.  I work in a business environment, so

wearing them to work is out.   But I do enjoy wearing

them around home, as well as when out running errands.

I have worn them out for walks, as well as runs to

the corner store, etc.

I live in a city, and therefor most of my public

walks are where rubber boots are not necessarily a

regular viewing occurence.

I will occasionally wear them it sunny, clear

weather, but mainly when its raining, or winter

weather.

I am turned by my boots when wearing them, when

putting them on, and just by looking at them in the

closet.

I like wearing other rubber gear with my rubber

boots, though the boots are definently the foundation

of my rubber fetish.   Otherwise, no particular

preference to what I'm wearing with my boots. As long

as I have the boots on, I'm good.

Very much so.  I love seeing them on women

especially, though also on men too.   Turned on by

them regardless.

Mostly just discussions over the web, though my

girlfriend and I have met with a Rubber Master, who

dominated us.  He was more into rubber in general, but

was wearing rubber boots as well.

BDSM AND me

i’ve always knew i was a little different.   

my journey began near London, growing up on a dairy farm.   The oldest child of a large dutch catholic family, my parents were fairly strict.   i worked a lot when i was younger, around the farm.  i was always outside, wearing my rubber boots and dirty work clothes, and getting into trouble.

At school, I also knew I was different.   I was never a popular kid while in elementary school, often picked on and made fun of.   I was also a bit of a fighter, played rough sports and wasn’t scared of getting into a scuffle.    During the winter time, as one other game fellow students liked to play during recess, was to chase me around, chanting and “bury gerry”, and catch me and bury me in the snow.   In a sick twisted way, i almost seemed to enjoy it, the attention, the submission and i believe they sensed the same thing.  i believe that my feelings of humiliation began during these years, and grew as i got older.

One day while at the beach with a couple of friends and probably about 10 years old, i was buried in the sand with only my head exposed, with no way to protect myself.  i felt very vulnerable, and something in me clicked to enjoy this.   It wasn’t anything that I knew as sexual, was something inside me made me like these feelings.

In my preteen years, I was starting to feel strong urges from specific things.  The burying fantasies continued, and expanded further into being locked in concrete.   Having concrete poured over me, with just a breating/eating tubes, and having my genitals exposed.    I had similar fantasies about mud, sinking deep into it as well. 

Then, i began exploring the manure pit, and having no accessible place close by to sink into mud, i thought this might be a good replacement.  The first day i really explored it i walked in the side just to the top of my rubber boots.   i again got that feeling and was learning quickly that it was sexual.

As i continued to grow up around the farm, i was further drawn into my fetishes.   i continued to go in deeper, from just to the tops, to just over the top and having them fill up on me.   The feeling of the dirty manure dripping into my boots was quite intense and had my senses going on overdrive.

Eventually I just had to go further, and further.   It got to the point after a year or so that i was fully sinking into the manure.   My fetish with rubber continued as well, as i had several pairs of boots, waders, and some rain gear hidden in the hay loft that i would dress into.   i’d used saran wrap on several occasion as well.   i got excited just to put my dirty gear on, to get ready for a sinking session.  

Eventually it got to the point where I was turned on with the idea of getting very dirty.   i’d often piss in my waders before going out into the manure.   One day, i leaned up my legs against the wall upside down, and let my piss cover me, even tasting it.   My body yearned for more dirty fun.   One day i allowed a baby calf to suck on my cock, and i continued to feel the need to do more.    Everything i did make me feel dirty and weird and humiliated for enjoying it, and wanting it so badly, so often.   I was driven to explore more.

i believe my feelings for rubber have been grown from always wearing it on my feet.   i went through a lot of my young and impressionable years wearing my rubber boots, and getting them dirty.  i was always wearing my boots when ‘really’ learning about my sexuality.

Rubber makes me feel sexy, and allows me to hide my vanilla self and be kinky.   Rubber helps me feel comfortable in my kinks, and is the foundation of all my kinks growing up.   Rubber allows me to hide and feeling comfortable being humiliated.   It became my kinky skin, and everytime i see rubber to this day it makes me feel the same way.    To be locked in rubber 24/7 would leave me in my own personal heaven and hell.    I would feel so good, but feel the urges to be so bad.

Humiliation is the biggest feeling involved in kink for me.   i have always felt embarrassed and humiliated about many things in my life growing up, and not quite understanding why.   A lot has to do with being picked on when younger, and unable to do anything about it.   Having grown up in a small town, rural Ontario, humiliation has grown to involve homosexuality, and i saw being made to do something like that as an ultimate bad thing.   And to be used by several men, or to serve as a sex toy by men, makes me feel humiliated by just the thought.

I look forward to the thought of being used like a sex toy, made into a dirty little slut boi, servicing the needs of my Master.  The person who will have total control over my life and my actions, and my pleasures in life will be to keep Him happy.