Do we inherit our Fetishes (8)

In my case I did. I have never told anyone about how I came to be into my main fetish of rubber. Main reason being I did inherit it from my dad. Now that he is no longer with us I feel happier about sharing this legacy with others.

It started from an early age. My dad was one of these men who would bath first thing in the mornings before breakfast. My bedroom was next to the bathroom and so in the mornings as I was waking I could hear him running his bath and him shaving etc. What he would do is start his bath and then go and make my mum and I a cup of tea while it ran.

I noticed that before he went to do that that there would be some odd noises coming from the bathroom. So one morning I decided that when he went downstairs to make the tea I would slip into the bathroom and find out what was the course of the noises, I could have only been about 10 or 11.

So in I crept to the bathroom to find some black rubber gear lying on the bathroom stool, along with some long rubber gloves a hood and several large butt plugs. Obviously at the time I didn't know what they were but soon worked it out.

I crept back to my bed and pretended to be asleep when my dad came in with the tea. As he came in I could hear that he was obviously wearing some rubber underwear as It rustled as only rubber does.

After that I took to looking through his cupboards when ever they were out and found his stash gear, and also some magazines, DPF and also Atomage and Shiny. I also found a collection of leather bondage gear too.

Over the next few months I took every opportunity to study the magazines when my parents where out. I finally also plucked up courage to try on some of his gear too.

It was obviously too big for me but felt great, cool smooth and soft. I got so aroused, and almost came there and then.

Over the next couple of years I continued to play with his gear when they were out, nearly getting caught more than once.

My dad was a very particular man, and so I had to make sure that everything went back exactly as I found it so as not to let him know I had been through his things.

This carried on for many years, and when I got old enough to stay at home when my parents went away for holidays I would reveal in being able to play uninterrupted in his gear. Several times I remember putting on his gear, which by now fitted more closely and felt even better, and inserting the smallest of his butt plugs and then getting dressed in normal clothes and going out into the street and walking around knowing I was encased underneath my clothes. That was such a buzz.

Once I was old enough to be working I started to save and buy my own gear and used his less and less, as I figured that sooner or later I would get caught out, and then finally I was old enough to be going out to the fetish clubs like Club Rub, Submission, the Dungeon Club and Whiplash. I used to use his collection of fetish magazines as a way of finding out where to buy gear and also which clubs to go to.

I had several girlfriends during his time but never found one who was into the scene. When ever I would gently drop it into conversation they would turn their noses up and make comments about it being perverted.

At this stage I gave up a lot of my fetish play as I was unable to find anyone to share it with, and began to actively seek a girlfriend. I had met many very horn and kinky girls at the clubs but none of whom were interested in more than playing in the clubs.

I moved out of home and finally settled down with a girl who after 2 years of living together decided to leave me. In this state of rejection I re-kindled my fetish ties and began to go out to the clubs again and bought some new gear, an over the next 18 months had great times playing at the clubs and at home.

During this time I met my now wife, and this time I decided early on to mention the fetish stuff to her and see what her reaction was, after all she had fallen for me because of my motorcycle leathers !!! To my surprise she seemed quite into it and in fact surprised me when she came over one night by removing her coat to display her wearing a black PVC catsuit, she then produced a pair of thigh boots to go with it from her bag. We had he best ever sex that night, and for a while we used to play quite a bit in fetish gear, and I even convinced her to come to a club with me a couple of times, but she didn't feel comfortable and so I stopped going. After a while she stopped playing and became less interested in the gear, saying that she didn't look good in it as she had put weight on. I disagreed then and still do she looks fabulous in it, but alas she doesn't wear it anymore.

Time moved on and so did I until the advent of the net when I once again re-kindled my fetish desires. I began dressing again and found sites like this to try and meet people with whom I could share my pleasures. I have to be discreet as the wife doesn't know I play with others, but she does allow me to go to the clubs to socialize with friends I have made on the scene.

Anyway back the the main thread, I had never discussed any of this with my dad despite the fact that not only was he my dad but also my best friend.

It was not until he was told he had cancer that he began to get closer to me. He had always been close, and I had always been the favourite of his sons, but he never really should much affection towards me once I became an adult, well nit until his illness. Then he changed (not unsurprisingly) I always used to hug him before leaving if I had been visiting, and he would just stand there and do nothing, then it all changed and he would hug me back. During the last 8 months since his illness we got much much closer. I took the chances I had then to tell him how much I loved him and that I respected and admired him for the life he had made for himself and for our family, and he did tell me he loved me too.

What has this all to do with my fetish for rubber I hear you ask ?

Well on one occasion when I went to visit it him on my own in hospital before he died. He turned to me and asked me to take care of disposing of his 'private' things. I asked him what he meant and he just said that he knew I knew what he was talking about since I had been playing with them for years.

I was somewhat taken aback the fact that he had know for all these years and said nothing.

I said nothing. He just said that he had already reduced his collection quite a bit over the past few months but there were still a few things left, and that he knew I would know where to find them, and that I was to make sure that my mum didn't find them, as whilst he knew she knew about his fetish she didn't need to have it thrust in her face.

I guess what I have been trying to say with this long winded diatribe is I owe him so much, as I have had such a lot of enjoyment over the years with my fetishes, but I never really had the chance to share them with him, despite him being the one responsible for getting me into them so early in my life.

Well thanks for reading this, if you haven't fallen asleep by now and I would be interested to hear and see nay comments on this.

I am sorry to have gone on so long but I suppose it has helped me as part of my grieving process to put into words something that has been bottled inside me for over 20 years.

R I P Dad

Edited Fri 30 Sep 05, 9:15 AM by UKRubberguy

...Then the woman said; "It is true. My father-in-law died in a tiger's jaw; my husband also died there. Now, my son has also died there." Confucius said, "Why do you not leave this place?" The woman said: "Here there is no harsh and oppresive government"

I know some of my habits, or fetishes, are inherited.

I learned a lot about knots on our boat as a kid, my dad was a Coastie, but I'm not so into rope as I am plain bondage.

My mom was/is really good with mind games.

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Thank you for sharing it with us!

loki_uk wrote: It's good you can put it all into words

Yes indeed.

But inherited?

No

We are each ourselves

T.

"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use." (SK)

Talisker wrote: loki_uk wrote: It's good you can put it all into words Yes indeed. But inherited? No We are each ourselves T.

I'm not so sure, being adopted it was strange when first meeting my birth family to see how we shared so many mannerisms and that I'd picked up so many of their bad habits without being brought up by them. My wife noticed the samilarities even more than I do.

I think some things are genetically inherited, some are part of our formitive years and our upbringing, and others we simply develop on our own.

I agree that we each ourselves, freewill is a wonderfull thing

...Then the woman said; "It is true. My father-in-law died in a tiger's jaw; my husband also died there. Now, my son has also died there." Confucius said, "Why do you not leave this place?" The woman said: "Here there is no harsh and oppresive government"

loki_uk wrote: Talisker wrote: loki_uk wrote: It's good you can put it all into words Yes indeed. But inherited? No We are each ourselves T. I'm not so sure, being adopted it was strange when first meeting my birth family to see how we shared so many mannerisms and that I'd picked up so many of their bad habits without being brought up by them. My wife noticed the samilarities even more than I do. I think some things are genetically inherited, some are part of our formitive years and our upbringing, and others we simply develop on our own. I agree that we each ourselves, freewill is a wonderfull thing

My dad left when I was eight days old and I have very little contact with him now. My mum says the similarities drive her mad - the way I stand, sit, gesture, talk, laugh, even the things I say. Definately a case of nature not nurture.

I always wanted to be Someone, now I know I should have been more specific

Edited 30 Sep 05, 8:58 AM by Lady_K

Talisker wrote: loki_uk wrote: It's good you can put it all into words Yes indeed. But inherited? No We are each ourselves T.

I have to agree with Talisker here. My fetish interests are a part of me, not my nurturing or parental imput. I think we can develop mannerisms and even personality traits from the people we see around us as we grow up. If we try to lay our fetishes off on our parents then that puts us back into the "What have I done wrong as a parent if my child is gay" arguement. We have moved beyond that misconception, or atleast I certainly do hope so.

"We are each ourselves" says it all.

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