17.0122 Hahn-ish Curiosity
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Dear Marla,
The Hahns are wonderful people but the intensity of their curiosity about my fetish is both flattering as well as a bit unnerving at times. They have been like excited school children to learn more about my rubber fetish. Their questions are often probing, deep and can be quite personal. It's all very innocent and loving, of course. They seem genuinely just "lovingly curious" about everything. I have never met such ecclectic people.
A few days after the Hahn's discovered me in full fetish regalia, and I started to feel comfortable with them, the questions began. While they made it clear that they had no interest in ever wearing rubber themselves, they want to know everything about my experience with fetish.
I suppose this insatiable curiosity stems from their backgrounds. It's part of their nature.
I can see why Lorraine loves to dig into my mind so much. Apparently she studied a bit of psychology in college and even wrote a few self-help books which did not sell. She also has briefly experienced life as a consentual BDSM `slave' in an oldd-school Leather household where she developed a mild kink for "loving schadenfreude". She told me the masochistic dynamics of my rubber fetish have re-ignited her latent streak of sadism. We might explore that together. When I told her about my 'endurance games' in rubber, she giggled and said: "Thalia, I don't care what you want to endure. It's the pushing you to endure more of it that interests me. If I were younger, the very thought of being involved would make me wet. Nowadays, the interest is still there but my wetness thingie doesn't work so good any more." Then she smiled at me. "You know..., "
James is the real strange one. He started out majoring in mechanical engineering at college for a year or two but did not do well academically. After having a "religious experience" with LSD, he abruptly switched to studying anthropology, of all things, and even spent a few years studying ayahuasca cultures in South America. Then he sequed into becoming a monk in a non-theistic monastery near L.A. After only a year of that he left, married Lorraine and stumbled into a career in creating and fixing industrial assembly line machinery. It took them to London where they met Glenda and Robert. James prides himself in saying he can 'make anything except money'. Eventually, he inherited the family's timber business. These days he mostly 'makes' (writes) space opera novels.
James sees everything I do as an engineering problem. For example, I once commented about what a nusiance having to pee is. Crotch zippers are often uncomfortable. This is a problem for a female in a catsuit because zippers don't stretch and can act like a crotch rope. The zip could be eliminated but then I'd have to take my suit off to pee, which would be a major pain the ass, especially if I have to pee badly! (And keep in mind that removing your suit is prone to ripping. Latex tears crazily, so even a small nick explode into a mjor tear. There's no easy solution. His eyes lit up when I told him this. He immediately began to see possible solutions using tubes, etc. to deal with urine. He's also keen on contraptions and has indicated a willingness to build crazy gadgets for me. He says he thinks of himself sort of like a "producer" of a Hollywood movie. They are the ones who make things happen in a movie.
Marla, I cannot even begin to tell you how all this attention made me feel. I cannot remember a time when anyone has even asked me where I buy my latex from. Everyone I have ever known who has learned about my fetish either condemns it outright or is otherwise somehow uncomfortable with it.