17.0902-0907=ai= HITEz Quota concept explored (dialogue)
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@25.0307-1328.28 by L3-SMB-/Grand-STORY-F32-Ultra_Quality16.58 (very slow)
@25.0307-1329.51 atx -- This is confused and/or inaccurate in places but could be worked into something useful.)
Prompt:
Create a sensory domestic narrative specifically from the context of the "Current" collection in LocalDocs. Analyse all other collections in LocalDoccs for context on the characters: Thalia, James and Lorraine. Also examine "the Hahnestery" for setting and context.
Thalia describes the narrative to Marla in her personal journal/blog. (I.e. Narration is 1st person, past tense by Thalia)
Create dialogue with Thalia (has had the fetish since early childhood), James (builds things) and Lorraine (has had a bit of BDSM experience). They are in the Hahnestery kitchen.
Mistress_Hevea is a tulpa (what's a tulpa?) of Thalia's Deep rubber fetish.
Use at least 1000 words in FOG Gr7 grade reading level English.
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Response:
Dear Marla,
I sit at the worn kitchen table, sipping my black coffee as James and Lorraine settle into their chairs. The dimly lit Hahnestery's modest space feels cosier now that I've decorated it with soft lighting and plush furniture. My latex catsuit hugs me snugly against the coolness seeping through the old walls.
"Good morning, everyone," I say cheerily, trying to downplay my nerves. This conversation has been months in the making – a nerve-wracking journey of self-acceptance that culminated with James and Lorraine agreeing to listen without judgment.
James, an affable septuagenarian with salted silver hair, offers me a warm smile. "Morning, Thalia." His eyes twinkle with genuine interest as he gestures towards my outfit. "You look absolutely stunning today."
"Thanks," I reply dryly, blushing beneath the sheen of latex. James has always been understanding and supportive – qualities that made him an ideal confidant.
Lorraine, her silver bob styled in a chic bobbed pixie cut, leans forward with concern etched across her weathered face. "Thalia, we're both here to listen without judgment," she assures me soothingly. Her voice carries the gentle cadence of experience earned through years working as a clinical therapist.
I take a deep breath before diving into uncharted waters. "Let's just dive right in." I begin recounting my story – how my fascination with rubber started when I was only six, how heretofore innocent games involving latex toys and clothing escalated into increasingly explicit daydreams and solo play. As I speak candidly about the desires that once left me tormented by shame and guilt, James and Lorraine maintain an empathetic silence.
James finally interjects, his voice measured and measured. "Thalia, you mentioned your attraction to rubber dates back so far – even before puberty. Did you ever confide in anyone about these feelings?"
I shake my head emphatically. "Absolutely not," I say matter-of-factly. "Growing up, speaking openly about such desires would've been social suicide." My voice quavers slightly as the weight of those repressed years crashes back down upon me.
Lorraine places a consoling hand on mine. Her touch is firm yet tender – an unspoken reassurance that she understands the crushing burden I carried alone for so long. "Thalia, you were just a child," she coaxes softly. "It's unfathomable what shame and fear society instilled on you."
James nods in agreement. "Especially when societal norms stigmatized anything deemed 'taboo' or 'forbidden.'"
As we continue our conversation, I gradually relax into the safety net James and Lorraine have woven around me. They probe delicately about my experiences without prying too deeply – allowing me to dictate the pace of this cathartic exploration.
Over steaming mugs of tea and richly buttered toast slathered with strawberry jam, we wade through decades of repression and self-loathing. James deftly guides our discussion using Socratic-style questioning techniques that prod my thoughts without pressuring me into revealing more than I'm ready to share.
As the morning sun casts golden rays through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn Formica table, Lorraine broaches a sensitive topic. "Thalia, how has your sexual orientation evolved since coming out as kink-identified?" Her tone is measured and compassionate – she's clearly done her research on polyamory.
I swallow hard before answering truthfully. "Over time, I've transitioned almost entirely into solo sexuality," I admit haltingly. "It felt less risky and more liberating to explore my desires without fear of judgment or rejection."
Lorraine nods understandingly. "And what about your relationship with Hevea? How has that evolved since you both came out?"
James speaks up before I can respond. "Thalia and I've maintained a deep, platonic bond built on trust," he explains matter-of-factly. "We share common interests – mine being engineering, hers in kink theory. Our friendship has only grown stronger as we've learned to support each other unconditionally."
As the conversation winds down, James glances at his watch. "Ah, Thalia, it's getting late. Perhaps you should wrap up your journal entry for tonight?" His voice carries a hint of gentle prodding.
I nod gratefully before turning back to my laptop screen. As I type out this account – piecing together the mosaic of my life with James and Lorraine as sounding boards – raw emotions spill onto the digital page like ink seeping through aged paper.
In conclusion, I reflect on how cathartic it's been to finally share these long-buried secrets. The Hahnestery has become a sanctuary where I can be myself without fear of judgment or reprisal. James and Lorraine have shown me that acceptance isn't contingent upon understanding – they've simply chosen empathy.
As the last sentence fades onto my screen, I save my journal entry before closing my laptop with a mixture of relief and trepidation. The weight of unburdening myself still lingers, but it's lighter now – lighter because James, Lorraine, and even Hevea, my tulpa alter ego personifying the very essence of my rubber kink, are here to bear witness alongside me.
In this safe haven, I've begun to embrace Hevea – all facets and fetishes included. And for that, I am eternally grateful.