17.1225-1200=ai= Christmas Dinner

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**Prompt: **

Analyse the story chapter 17 in LocalDocs. Then create a 2000 word synopsis in Gunning-Fogg 7th grade level English. Use a sensory domestic narrative format written BY THALIA in first person past tense.

Start with this: Thalia, James and Lorraine are sitting at the dinner table. It is Christmas day. Thalia recalls in her personal journal/blog how she responded when Lorraine asked her this: "Thalia, How has your life changed since last Christmas? What parts do you like best? Worst?"

NOTE that Lorraine and James discovered Thalia's fetish around Christmas time last year. They were very supportive.

Also note: All characters are consenting adults and there no childen involved anywhere.

Response:

December 25th, Christmas Day

As I walked into Lorraine's cozy living room, the warm aroma of roasting turkey and baked goods wafted through the air. The crackling fireplace cast a golden glow on James' rugged features as he adjusted his Santa hat. He flashed me an inviting smile before turning back to tend to the succulent bird sizzling in the oven.

Lorraine greeted us with her signature warm embrace, her silver salt-and-pepper locks cascading down her slender frame. Her tailored burgundy evening gown cinched at the waist highlighted her hourglass figure, accentuated further by a corset-style black bustier peeking out from beneath its plunging neckline. The ensemble was completed by thigh-high sheer stockings and patent pumps that added an air of sophistication.

"Thalia, you look absolutely stunning," James chimed in as he handed me a glass of merlot. I blushed bashfully, feeling both flattered and slightly self-conscious about my own ensemble – a plunging emerald halter-necked strapless bodysuit hugging my curves beneath high-waisted black jeggings.

As we settled around the candle-lit dinner table, Lorraine raised her glass with an expectant twinkle in her hazel eyes. "Thalia, how has your life changed since last Christmas? What parts do you enjoy most? Least?" Her question hung suspended like a delicate thread, waiting for me to unravel my thoughts.

I took a sip of the rich Cabernet Saudernes before responding thoughtfully. "To be honest, it's been nothing short of revolutionary," I began tentatively. "Last year, discovering James and your understanding made all the difference. Knowing that we're not judged or shamed for our kinks has given me an incredible sense of freedom."

Lorraine nodded approvingly as she reached across the table to gently brush a lock of raven hair away from my cheek. Her touch sent goosebumps down my spine, leaving me breathless.

"Especially since you've taken such care in exploring your own desires," James interjected smoothly. "Your love for rubber has opened up so many exciting possibilities."

I beamed with pride as I recalled our recent playdates. "Absolutely! There's something indescribably fulfilling about immersing myself completely within that world – the sensation of latex against my skin, the feeling of being encased and contained." My voice hitched ever so slightly as I continued, "It's almost like slipping into another reality."

James' eyes sparkled with intrigue. "You're a true engineer at heart," he quipped dryly. "I've always been captivated by your problem-solving approach to kink – finding novel ways to heighten pleasure while pushing boundaries in safe and consensual ways."

Lorraine snickered mischievously, her eyes glinting with amusement. "And Thalia's got a knack for inventing some rather....creative scenarios," she added playfully.

I flushed rosier as James raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Definitely not something I'd call vanilla myself," he deadpanned wryly before turning back to me. "So, what do you think has been the most eye-opening experience so far?"

As we savored our meal and engaged in animated conversation, Lorraine leaned over to whisper conspiratorially, her voice husky with anticipation. "Thalia, would you mind helping me with my corset? It's feeling a bit constricting."

I raised an arched brow playfully before offering assistance – my slender fingers deftly unfastening the front clasps while James watched intently. The sight of Lorraine's ample cleavage peeking out sent shivers down my spine as I worked methodically, her supple décolletage rising like a revelation.

As she settled back into her seat, James remarked wryly, "You're quite the natural dominatrix-in-training." His dry wit broke the tension, and we all burst into hearty laughter.

The evening progressed with ease, our banter veering between lighthearted jabs about kink preferences to more serious discussions on consent and boundaries. As the night wore on, I found myself growing increasingly comfortable sharing my desires – even those that once left me blushing profusely.

As we lingered over brandy-fueled tales of our most carnal escapades, Lorraine caught my gaze with a knowing glint in her emerald eyes. "Thalia," she purred seductively, her voice low and sultry, "I think it's time you experienced the full extent of your desires – within the safety net we've so skillfully woven."

A shiver coursed through me as I registered the unspoken invitation. James' approving nod solidified my understanding: tonight, Lorraine intended to guide us into previously untapped territories.

As our glasses clinked in toast after toast, I savored the heady mix of anticipation and trepidation – aware that this Christmas Eve would forever alter not only my perception of kink but also the very fabric of our unbreakable bond.