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         Being much younger and more flexible, you would think to have the advantage over me, Susan, but my knowledge and experience will prove otherwise.  I favor the slow and long term, rather than the fast and fleeting, to better build trust and make a relationship more . . . binding.  So, when I entered your secluded humble urban domicile after a suggestive invitation and cupped my yearning mouth over yours in passion, you lapsed into an amorous debilitating trance.  You could not resist after so much time repressed and self-isolation.  Was it my breathing of my very essence into you, Susan, or the overwhelming embrace of my strong arms at the same time that sent you reeling?  Tell me later.

         Whatever the explanation and case may be, you were in my lair of pleasure when you started coming out of your mesmerized state.  You were also nicely prepared for a truly unforgettable experience.  You are inverted upside-down in the deep end of a heated swimming pool and surrounded by soothing clear, turquoise-blue water.  Looks good to me already, but there is more interesting additions.  Each of your wrists is cuffed securely to a cement weight wide apart from each other, while your ankles, separated by a spreader bar, each have a large air-filled balloon attached near the quiet, mirror-like surface.  So, your lovely, almost nude body is stretched practically to the pleasure-pain limits, helpless.  All you are wearing now is a thick black rubber posture collar and a skintight translucent latex brief.  And there is nothing all ordinary about that either.  It has a slender built-in anal insert that fills your rectum to your desire, as if custom-made, and an internal frontal lattice of soft tickler knobs to stimulate your tender vaginal lips and sensitive clitoris with every move you make, or any pressure I apply.  No sensory deprivation in this scene, my sweet!

         Through my clear goggles, I see you blink your eyes, move your head, and try to talk.  However, a SCUBA regulator piece fills your mouth, and air is forced into your lungs after each of your exhalations: a short quiet hiss as you breathe in, followed by your noisy bubbly exhalation.  I'd never let someone as precious as you drown, Susan.  Right?  Your red bimbo lips puckered around the rubber mouthpiece of the regulator look very erotic too!  I also did not put goggles or a mask on your cute face while you were mesmerized because the water that blurs your vision cleverly enables your sense of touch to be much enhanced.  Nevertheless, you can see somewhat well up close.  Why?  Well, dear, because I am also wearing a sensual shiny black latex brief with a supplementary anatomical penis sheath, and swim fins and a white swim cap, while hovering before you most vulnerable inverted form.  

         The air hose of your regulator leads to one of four interconnected SCUBA tanks below your head.  Why?  This is the good part, Susan.  Each of the others has a short hose coming from a regulator too, and after I swim down to them and turned on the valves of each some, your shapely body becomes enclosed in a constant shower of very stimulating bubbles, bibbles, and bubblettes.  You can't resist the pleasure, and your subsequent ecstatic grunts and bleats confirm that.  After all, I certainly want you to feel good, as you initially wished.  

         As the gleaming bubbles rapidly rush around your adorable concentrating face and through your silky dark swirling hair, they break up, become more numerous, and massage your bulging, smooth white breasts and hard erect nipples.  I put in my enticing "two cents worth" too, by stroking them with my long index finger.  I assume you like the awesome ongoing pleasure, with extra amenities, all over by the way you twist, stiffen, and tremble in excitement.  More, Susan?  

         Now, my part -- more directly.  I enter the silvery bubbles shower again, to kiss and lick the aroused tips of your breasts.  You emit a spontaneous high-pitched moan, unlike any other woman.  Then, I slide my slippery probing tongue "up" your curvy torso while holding it gently like a side of beef, until I reach the thin latex brief.  Do you know what I am going to do next, sweetheart?  How does it feel when I tap the front of the exotic brief repeatedly: thup, thup, thup, against your clit and widened crotch with my two fingers?  Hmm, your large eyes squint and close as I also nuzzle against it.  You see, Susan?  The nose can be much more than an organ for smell.  

         Awe, my dearest Susan!  You cannot even draw your nice legs together and can barely bend your knees.  You pull the balloons down only a little to each carnal stimulation I deliver.  Oh, well.  That just makes my pleasuring you that much easier.  I'll just hold the sides of your pulsating pelvis and bury my face more vigorously into your warm sensitive crotch again.  The latex brief will contain any bodily fluids that you may spontaneously lose.  Here goes: "Mm-mm-mmph!  Hmm-mmph!  Mmm-mmm!"

         How about that, dear?  I thought I heard more primal feminine grunts down there.  You know that I'd love to do more, but I don't know if you can take it further up here.  As the bubbles continue their relentless massage on your stiff, beautiful young body, I replenish my air at the surface a couple meters overhead and dive back down in front of you.  Closeup before your face, I peel away the smooth anatomical latex sheath about my erect penis.  Your squinting eyes widen in response to its appreciable size.  What a dilemma you have now!  I remove the regulator and air supply from your puckered mouth to permit you to suck my thick turgid pleasure organ. Or do you merely continue to expel just a few more tickling bubbles with your own withheld breath?  Time is precious, like this special intimacy, Susan.  I know your carnal state of mind by now, Susan, as your eyes make a fixed gaze at it.  Let me know what you decide to surrender soon, as it sways, throbs, and continues to tempt you more, more, and more.  No more air until then.


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J.J.B. -- May, 1999.

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         It was a long journey through the time-space continuum from this planet to get to wherever we were, but when we emerged from the inter-dimensional spheres, we were standing on opposite sides of a large oval swimming pool under an exotic sky.  The pool had a marble patio all around and appeared to be part of an ancient but well-maintained compound.  Whose?  I briefly watched the warm breezes blow through the tall dill trees further to the left from the direction of a vast sea nearby and then looked at you.  That one-piece shiny swimsuit you  were wearing made me feel aroused, and the sly expression on your face indicated your brazen desires.  Could it be my snug, floral latex swim cap and goggles that made you make the first move?

         You gracefully dove into the turquoise-blue refreshing water and swam underwater toward me.  I, in turn, just jumped off my edge of the pool and was immersed in the cool soothing medium also.  From a few feet beneath the shimmering surface, I watched you stroke ever closer, like a lovely naiad, toward me.  The light of two suns above and another close to the southwest horizon was more than enough to reveal your exquisite physical details.  I simply gazed in awe and admiration.  My love muscle throbbed as I saw you expel shiny bubbles from your pursed lips with each effort.

         Soon, you were hovering weightless before me, angelic in all of your beautiful splendor.  You stretched, drew your long fingers through your silky light hair that swirled about your head and blew me a cute bubbly kiss.  Perfect!  That and your squinting friendly smile motivated me to act.  I pulled your buoyant form deeper gently and embraced it in my yearning arms so very snug.  Did you like the way I made you feel then, sweetie?

         Being an older love-starved male, I couldn't stop with only a loving hug.  Oh, no!  I also rubbed my sensitive red nose slowly up your neck and softly stroked your left ear with my warm, slippery probing tongue.  Nnnnngh!  You liked that because I felt your protruding nipples through that smooth sexy swimsuit and brought my mouth to yours.  So purely enjoyable!  My legs jerked reflexively when your arms held me.  I craved this so much, dear.  Lust or just "rapture of the deep?"

         I easily turned you about and massaged your pretty face with my stimulating bubbles.  "Oh, Brandy," I fervently thought. "More!"  It's like this place was made for us, but why?  Anyway, I resumed to kiss your tender cheeks and lips again and again, and you returned the favor in your seducing feminine way, until the heat of your passion fogged my goggles some.  Amazing!  No wonder you didn't wear any, but I still think you'd look as lovely wearing a pair.  In the midst of another tight embrace, I looked over your shoulder and vaguely saw a dark circle in the wall at one side of the pool, and then another to the opposite side.  One-way windows?  Are we being watched?  

         I held your hands, Brandy, and we kicked to the quiet surface together, trailing more bubbles.  You sure turned me on.  However, an inevitable surprising truth confirmed my suspicion after we broke the surface.  We were being observed!

         Four tall, tersely-clad amazons peered down at us, frowning, and they pulled us out of the water when we got to the edge of the spacious pool.  We were separated, and I was told that we and another violated their space and domicile and had to be punished after I removed my cap and goggles.  I apologized to them for that and told them not to hurt you, but they said that neither of us was in any position to give them orders here.  Two of them held you firm and said that a "suitable torture" was due.  Coincidentally, the two strong women that held you secure were long-haired blondes, and all wore colorful ostentatious tiaras and corset-like outfits.  

         The two brunette amazons had me remove me latex & part-lycra swimsuit, and you could see and understand why a male's swimsuit is called "trunks."  I was considerably erect.  However, I was promptly instructed to put a baggy plastic (baby?) brief given me on and afterward had a skintight rubbery mask stretched over my head.  Then, my wrists were restrained behind my back.  "What next," I thought, "a collar?"  Sure enough, one was applied, and I felt so vulnerable and submissive.  I could see you some through the eyelets, but I couldn't talk!  I could barely mutter your name in concern.  

         You were next to be "prepared."  While one of the strong amazons, named Andromeda, held you by the arms from behind, the other stately blonde, Serena, squeezed a large plastic bottle a short distance in front of you.  Its gray, semi-clear contents splashed onto the marble floor and quickly flowed ahead as if alive.  Your eyes widened in surprise as the gel-like material covered your beautiful feet and moved up your legs to enclose your shapely body.  The blonde released your arms when they were bound by the strange substance, and you cried out my name like an innocent bleating lamb, until it enveloped your torso and head respectively.  With you completely encased, the gel became a more binding rubbery skin over all your voluptuous body next.  How weirdly erotic!  You uttered my name again, but now in a greatly-muffled, distorted voice, and moaned (in pleasure?).  

         I shook my head and emitted a sound of concern through the mask, but one of the brunettes explained that you were sealed in a "techno-organic" sheath which was still possible to breath through but not escape from.  A hell of a sensual snug body wrap, Brandy.  Kinky too!  Believe me, the sound of your laborious, deep breathing through it excited me more.  The exotic, tight glossy skin shimmered as well when you twisted and tried in vain to stretch your arms and hands through it, while moaning again.  That's when I heard a short hissing sound behind me and felt my baggy briefs fill with a frothy foam.  As it hardened over just the next few seconds, my "pride and joy" organ and balls became flaccid and shrank -- more trapped, numb, until I couldn't feel them!  Complete suppression.  "Chastity foam," the brunette (Tia) said, while holding up a white spray can.  

         The dark-haired female in front of me swiftly held the sides of my face then.  Being male and weakened much in any ability to resist by now, I moaned like a primal animal, and with much effort said, "Bran-dy!  Please -- "  

         The nearby dominant woman swatted my coated cheek and attached a leash to my collar.  Jealousy?  As I was led away, I was told that you would further be stored in a glass cage later, for appropriate display, and your synthetic confinement twitched and stretched outward some to subsequently contain your efforts again, attached to the patio to further prevent mobility.  My thoughts screamed out to you, Brandy, but you have to help me.  Get us out of this bizarre situation!  Please?  

         Shortly, I was placed in a room inside the multi-level sheltered compound.  When a light was turned on, like I was, I could see your missing friend, Gail.  She is suspended from the ceiling within a large, clear, and very strong plastic bag and further contained in the irresistably sensual grip of shiny clingfilm.  Certainly nothing for her to get dusty within or stretch free of!  She was wearing a white part-mesh teddy within the membranous cocoon and "those kind" of sexy stockings, but her hair is enclosed in a pink satiny bonnet with her vision kept impaired by large thick-lensed glasses applied by our captors.  Nevertheless, her large magnified eyes peered down at me to express some kind of basic need.  For what, Brandy?  To be freed or for carnal stimulation?  Or does she just enjoy the constant mesmerizing hold of the plastic encasement?  I'll never know unless you tell me.  Waiting . . . .  

END.
J.J.B. / NW - May, 1998.  
           
          Time for another update after 5 months.  After a tough winter with near double the norm of snow in my area, the Spring has become dry with sub-freezing temperatures turning into near Summer warmth at practically the snap of a finger.  I have been busy doing such cleaning and organizing about the house and putting out the annual garden.  Also, as time passes, I come to THREE life goals for 2017 according to my livelihood.  We have learned well enough that love is blind and fickle, but that we can only borrow whatever we love for a time also.  So, why engage in it?  I think because it is one of the best attributes for mortal beings to have, along with supporting life.  It is also importantly of the present, not of the past (for the dead) and not for the future, as that time is largely unforeseen.   However, it is its driver that gets one out of bed any time of the day to pursue it -- passion.  This underlying feature is the heartbeat of life.  How then does it end, especially before life does?  How do you stop it and accept change in life, when what you do passionately, your livelihood, is what you are?  In my opinion, such an end comes by repeated accomplishments of goals over time of your livelihood / passion, defined by a certain amount of time and / or number of milestones passed.  With more and more of those achieved, a passion thus becomes less relevant to better open acceptance to a change in life.   As one continues to succeed in reaching these milestones, there is always a narrowminded "grind" to work & persevere against.  I can speak of that well enough from experience even from my small hometown!  This year then, I arrive at my 10,000th day of observing & sketching the Sun, hauling my small refractor telescope outside in winter & summer over 35 yrs.  This June & July, I simultaneously do my 25th ("silver") anniversary of scouting for the elusive noctilucent / "night-shining" clouds since discovering them by accident in 1993.  My muscles, bones, and eyes act differently now than they did then.  Lastly, a total solar eclipse comes afterward to mark the 3rd goal.  After that, I can say "good enough" to a long local sky watch gravely undersold.  Its economic spin-off was given the thumbs-down where I exist.  Life can change then, but if it doesn't, there is always the sky.  Moral of the story: when love comes to you, try it out however long it may last, but hold a passion to something that lasts a lifetime or longer.  I don't see how anyone can have a passion for life itself, which would end upon death, but rather a thing or things WITHIN life.  THAT gives you your identity and purpose.  I'm obviously not dead yet, but very busy just surviving, like many.  Thus, more colorizing and drawing to do in a wrong time of the the year to do it, followed by some more photography -- to end a long passion, as many achieved personal goals of life dictate.  It seems to become less and less relevant, to which a change should be (but not necessarily is) good.  However, emphasize the positive!
  • Listening to: radio / some music.
  • Reading: Newspaper / DA correspondence
  • Watching: The sky & the garden grow.
  • Playing: with thoughts in my mind
  • Eating: cold cereals
  • Drinking: Some soda
          Time for another update after 5 months.  After a tough winter with near double the norm of snow in my area, the Spring has become dry with sub-freezing temperatures turning into near Summer warmth at practically the snap of a finger.  I have been busy doing such cleaning and organizing about the house and putting out the annual garden.  Also, as time passes, I come to THREE life goals for 2017 according to my livelihood.  We have learned well enough that love is blind and fickle, but that we can only borrow whatever we love for a time also.  So, why engage in it?  I think because it is one of the best attributes for mortal beings to have, along with supporting life.  It is also importantly of the present, not of the past (for the dead) and not for the future, as that time is largely unforeseen.   However, it is its driver that gets one out of bed any time of the day to pursue it -- passion.  This underlying feature is the heartbeat of life.  How then does it end, especially before life does?  How do you stop it and accept change in life, when what you do passionately, your livelihood, is what you are?  In my opinion, such an end comes by repeated accomplishments of goals over time of your livelihood / passion, defined by a certain amount of time and / or number of milestones passed.  With more and more of those achieved, a passion thus becomes less relevant to better open acceptance to a change in life.   As one continues to succeed in reaching these milestones, there is always a narrowminded "grind" to work & persevere against.  I can speak of that well enough from experience even from my small hometown!  This year then, I arrive at my 10,000th day of observing & sketching the Sun, hauling my small refractor telescope outside in winter & summer over 35 yrs.  This June & July, I simultaneously do my 25th ("silver") anniversary of scouting for the elusive noctilucent / "night-shining" clouds since discovering them by accident in 1993.  My muscles, bones, and eyes act differently now than they did then.  Lastly, a total solar eclipse comes afterward to mark the 3rd goal.  After that, I can say "good enough" to a long local sky watch gravely undersold.  Its economic spin-off was given the thumbs-down where I exist.  Life can change then, but if it doesn't, there is always the sky.  Moral of the story: when love comes to you, try it out however long it may last, but hold a passion to something that lasts a lifetime or longer.  I don't see how anyone can have a passion for life itself, which would end upon death, but rather a thing or things WITHIN life.  THAT gives you your identity and purpose.  I'm obviously not dead yet, but very busy just surviving, like many.  Thus, more colorizing and drawing to do in a wrong time of the the year to do it, followed by some more photography -- to end a long passion, as many achieved personal goals of life dictate.  It seems to become less and less relevant, to which a change should be (but not necessarily is) good.  However, emphasize the positive!
  • Listening to: radio / some music.
  • Reading: Newspaper / DA correspondence
  • Watching: The sky & the garden grow.
  • Playing: with thoughts in my mind
  • Eating: cold cereals
  • Drinking: Some soda

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Jay Brausch
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A sky blogger, related data gatherer and astronomy educator that likes natural history and space exploration. Of coarse, savors the night sky and enjoys views of pretty women underwater and / or in shiny material & attire. Doesn't drink, smoke, or do any drugs. Weird, huh?

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Another super group for a . . . "super" man? 
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Thanks so much for the +fav of Beauty In A Bottle. It is most appreciated!!
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I love beauties in various bottles.  Giggle 
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The eye contact with the camera got me.  I rarely use faves to create fetish drawings too, changing the world / scene about the subject too. 
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