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Dear Marla,
After COD (Coming Out Day) I very gradually began to feel increasingly comfortable with wearing more and more latex around the house in full view of the Hahns. At first it was just underwear and small things like gloves. They would occasionally comment on some item or ask deep probing questions but there was never any judgement. They seemed genuinely curious about everything. I felt they empathized with me. I rather enjoyed their questions.
I also found that wearing some latex item around the house for a day sometimes gave me seed of an idea for a story. I was writing more. My blog site was swelling with my new fantasies. My imagination had a new life.
Now that I had some disposable income to burn, a good, steady stream of new latex garments and devices were arriving. My wardrobe was beginning to grow. (I comandeered the entire closet of my little apartment as a place to store it all.) I was becoming increasingly comfortable about wearing small latex items with my regular clothes around the house. I did not know how to push this.
Last week I confided to Lorraine that I was still uncomfortable about the whole Coming Out Day thing and was still very reluctant to wear latex visibly around them. "Nonesense!" she replied. "It's fine. Really! In fact, while I don't feel any inclination to wear it myself, I have to admit that the idea of you sweating and torturing yourself in rubber stirs a bit of unexpected schadenfreude in me.
Yesterday, Lorraine and Jules presented me with a small, gift wrapped box. In it was a simple black latex hood with eye and mouth holes. A note fell out of it:
*Thalia,
You have been here for six months. We are extremely pleased with not only your housework but also with the way you have fit into our lives. We want you to stay.
*You may not remember this, but back when you first started working here, you let slip the internet address of your RubberNaut blog site at dinner one night. I happened to think about it the other night and looked it up. Wow! I showed it to Jules.
Thalia, we were really impressed with the extraordinarily depth and richness of it because it blends your very fertile imagination with some seriously deep kink. It has shown us some of your deepest, darkest and most delicious fantasies. We have not told you that we know about this because we did not want to embarrass you.
What has particularly caught our attention is the sheer scope of your devotion to your fetish beyond sexuality. You seem to have discovered some significant new dimensions to the fetish. The fact that you have had such a strong urge since childhood to lock yourself in latex and live your life in it is utterly fascinating. Describing yourself as a "rubber-centric masochist" Wow! What an interesting interior life you must have!
Relax, Thalia! We think your fetish is marvelous and, quite frankly, a breath of fresh air around here.
While neither Jules nor I have any particular "urges" to wear rubber, the BDSM and Power Exchange aspects of your fantasy world are most intriguing, especially to me. The prospect of watching you masochistically torture yourself in rubber stirs some feelings of loving schadenfreude within both of us. I cannot explain why, other than to say that that feeling stems from the understanding that this is what you like, need, want, love.
Your blog has awakened something in us.
Thalia, if you would like you to go "whole hog" with rubber here at the Hanestery, we are not only OK with it, we'd also like to support it. All we ask is that it not affect your housework, that you do not embarass us socially with it and, of course, that you do it all safely. Please understand that this is, in no way, connected to your job here. We offer this hood as friends who want you to be happy, not as your employers.
We were wondering if, perhaps, we could tag along and watch a bit. Maybe, help you out now and then. We could give you a friendly audience and help out with logistics, etc. when you need it. You could think of us as Hevea's "assistants".
If nothing else, it can be a new topic of conversation at dinner in a place where there are very few new topics for conversation.
To be clear, rubbering is not part of your job description.
Perhaps we could be "directors and producers" of some of the fantasy mind-movies that end up on your blog site. The extreme isolation of the Hahnestery makes it a perfect setting to enact them. (No, we are not suggesting shooting porn flicks.)
*For the next week we would be honored if, just for fun, you would follow a strict rule of having this hood on when you are not in your apartment.
*Important: This is strictly optional and is NOT a condition of employment.
*The hood rule is simply our way of asking if we can play along. While neither of us have the attraction to latex that you do, we find the idea of your fetish both fascinating and entertaining. We'd like to be a part of that corner of your world.
*Try the hood on for size. If you don't take it off, we'll have your answer.
*Jules & Lorraine
============alternative scenario==
Dear Marla,
Something huge happened!
When I take my apron off, it tells everyone, including myself, that I am officially off duty as housekeeper. My last act of the day is usually to put dinner on the table for the Hahn's and then I take it off. A few weeks after I began working here they asked me to join them at dinner.
At first our conversations seemed forced and formal. We agreed early on not to talk "shop". We talked about the weather, the history of the house, the weather, a few light anaecdotes and, oh yes, the weather. It did not, however, take long for things to relax as we began to feel the early pangs of friendship to develop. In fact, a year or so later, we are now a point where.... OK, feel this. Jules threw a pea at me during dinner the other night, laughing, and declaring a "micro food fight". What does that tell you?
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