17.0201-0900 iivitation to dinner
@25.0430-1019.04atx orig.
@25.0829-1514.01atx edits
Dear Marla,
It has only been a few weeks since James and Lorraine said it was OK to wear my rubber and that I was ‘among friends'. Despite this, I have not been able to wear any of it in front of them. I just continued to wear my t-shirt and jeans as usual.
Even though Lorraine and James tried to make me comfortable. I can’t shake the feelings they must have upon discovering I am a pervert. Even knowing about their rubber friends in London did not help enough. They have seen me in Total Enclosure latex! Christ! I even had a gasmask on!
I think this was a gut reaction to all of those years of repression when I was 'wandering in the wilderness' of being Other and had tried to keep my fetish a secret. To make things worse, if it is discovered by a partner, there is always hell to pay. It blew Frank’s mind so much that he threw me out of the house. Most of my other partners were the same way when they found out I am Rubberist.
My fetish is both a curse and a gift. That’s the story of my life.
This morning Lorraine invited me to have dinner with them this evening. She said I did not have to worry about cooking tonight. She would do it, which usually means frozen pizza and beer.
Then she said, casually but with warmth, “Oh, and we would be pleased if you would wear the black catsuit you had on the other night. If you want to wear your headgear too, that’s OK.” Then she quickly added, “But don’t feel that you have to do any of this.” Then she walked away.
You cannot imagine how good that felt!
Lorraine was actually asking me to wear rubber to dinner! This more than just an ‘OK to wear rubber”! They wanted to see me in it! I don’t think I have ever experienced this. I was swept with the kind of emotions as when that the guy in ‘Plato’s Cave’ sees the sunlight for the first time.
When they hired me, the Hahn’s said I have an open invitation to join them at any meal. I have done this almost always with lunch and have dinner with them once or twice a week.
However, they rarely ever actually invited me to have dinner with them on a specific night.
Something was up!
James caught Lorraine's attention. She nodded.
"Thalia," James began, "Lorry and I were talking in bed last night about how miserable you must have been because of your fetish. We cannot begin to understand how awful that must have been to have gone through a good share of your life with partners who, apparentliy, were not properly matched to you."
Lorraine broke in."On top of that, living in a redneck, backwater city like Thorpton, you've probably been stigmatized by everyone around you. No wonder you tried to keep your fetish a secret! Even our friends in London had their 'closet' issues, even though they lived in one of the most liberal cities in the world. It must have been much worse for you."
Back to James. "We have decided to invite you to explore your fetish here at the Hanhnestery as deeply as you can. Push it hard, if you want to. If we never see your skin again, that's fine as long as you are happy and you get your work done. Of course, you'll need to be descreet when it comes to contact with the outside world."
Again, Looraine broke in. "Thalia, if you want to burn all of your street clothes and wear only latex, that's fine with us. Hmmm. You are about my size. I could lend you some jeans and a t-shirt for shopping or trips to the doctor or whatever. The rest of the time you'd just have to 'prance around the house' in your latexall of the time."
Again, the Hahns were blowing my mind.
"But there is a condition."
Uh oh. Here it comes.
Lorraine, again. "I would be pleased if your directly involve me in some of the management of what you do. Your fetish is always the main driving force. Maybe I could be some sort of 'assistant to your fetish'? I can help you with zippers and straps and locks or whatever."
"And I can take a stab at building gadgetry to your specs. I've even got a bit of experience to draw on!" Offered James.
Then he got serious for a moment. "To be clear, this is not a requirement of your job. This is just something between friends. If you don't want to do it, that's fine with us. Whatever floats your boat is OK with us. We just thought we'd offer it."
"Why?" I asked.
Loarraine looked at me and then looked at James, as if garnering his consent. "The first and most obvious reason is that we want you to stay with us. The level of your housekeeping is excellent. We're really happy about that. But more importantly, we like you as a friend, too, Thalia. If you have a need to become a rubber being then we will support you."
James giggled. "Last night you suggested another reason. Don't forget to tell her that!"
Lorraine started to blush. "It brings a whole new dynamic to our lives here which is something we need now and then to shake things up and make us feel alive. "
JAmes laughed. "No, tell her the other thing!"
Again, she blushed. "OK. I said I think it would be great having a rubber bunny in our house again!"
James said, "And here's another kicker for you, Thalia. I think we could call at least some of your rubber garments as 'uniforms' and be able to write them off as a business expense."