17.1027 Lorraine will help with HITEz quota

@25.0912-0746.99 by Atx

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　　Dear Marla,

　　Apparently, the introduction of my fetish into the house had awoken a long-dormant kink in Lorraine. She had gently hinted that she would like to 'assist' me in staying on top of my HITEz quota as a sort of 'coach' or 'trainer'.

　　Remember she told me she was a house slave at one time? The lesson she learned about herself is that she is not really the submissive or "slave" type. When Lorriane heard me talk about "suffering in my rubber', she said a long-dead spark of loving schadenfreude ignited a small fire in her groin. It was at the point when she realized she was better suited in a more dominant or "top" role. It would be fun to "assist" Hevea with the various rubber tortures she has in store for me.

　　For the last week or so Lorraine has been maintaining my HITEz log for me. I tell her what time I start or stop wearing a garment or doing some HITEz-earning activity and then she records it in the spreadsheet James created for me. (It even does all the date math and gives us graphs and charts of my progress!) It's kind of nice having someone else do it, although I am starting to miss some of the ongoing direct connection it gave me to Hevea.

　　I'm not giving her full control of my HITEz program. I made it clear to Lorraine that I am only delegating tasks to her. At least for now.... Her role is to make recommendations of garments or Ordeals for me to engage in from day to day which will help me earn at least 720z per month.

　　Even though she cannot earn any of the HITEz for me, I am beginning to feel something unexpected -- something wonderful that I have never experienced before.

　　Not ever!

　　Marla, for the first time in my life there is someone else on my team!

　　There has never been anyone to lace my corsets, zip my zippers or worry about a small tear in my suit. There has never been someone to cheerlead me to put my suit right back on after my baths. No one has ever gently pushed me to endure some delicious torture.

　　She's like the 'Director' of my Movie. She manages the talent and gets fetishy things done.

　　James is in on it, too. In fact, he's like a kid in a brand new candy shop!

　　No one has ever shared my fetish. Period.

　　This has become a very weird relationship! True Fetish[1], by it's very nature, is an inward-focusing influence.

　　For many years I have collected pictures with a rubber fetish garment themes that somehow caught my fancy. I have tens of thousands of them on my hard drive. Perhaps 75% of them feature rubber "fashions" while the remaining have BDSM themes

　　I began showing them to Lorraine and James. They were like kids in a candy store. One night we stayed up until 1:00a.m. looking at them! When we saw something that grabbed their attention, we would try to find prices and details for the item on the Internet. We oohed and aahed a lot. The fetish world was deep underground when they lived across from Glenda and Robert. They could not get over the apparent size and presence of the rubber fetish world now.

　　An interesting aspect of this is that when we talked about this item or that, they always envisioned me in it but not themselves. The conversation was "Oh, Thalia, YOU would look nice in this garment ...." or "It would be great to watch YOU in that torture device...", etc. They could picture me in it, but not either of them.

　　It was simple.

　　They were simply not into wearing rubber. The Hahns were wired differently than me.

　　However, what surprised me was the level of excitement with which James examined many of the diabolical devices, garments and equipment involved in producing some of the pix. He reapeatedly would blurt out, "Oh, I can make one of those things. I just need a 3/4 inch gismo and a Johnson B16 gadget...." and so on. He saw everything as a production challenge and was even chomping at the bit to make something for me. (He has a nice shop in the basement. He's always making something....)

　　Lorraine's view of the pictures tended to be quite different. When there was, say, a corset in a picture, she might likely comment on how "she would lace it tighter...." She wanted to be the one to make me grunt as she tightened each lace or made me put my suit back on right after my bath, day in and day out.

　　All forms of BDSM are what loving schadenfreude is all about. "I enjoy causing you pain or discomfort only because I love you and I know you enjoy it, too." The "skill", of course, is to know which kinds of suffering would be an act of love and which wouldn't.

　　James, of course, went crazy over the engineering of She had always known that rubber fetish existed and had a glimmer of understanding what it was about. She had inevitably run across a few rubber pictures on the Internet. Except for reviving memories of Glenda and Robert in London, she paid litte attention.

[1] True fetish