17.0201-0930  Introducing, Hevea

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Dear Marla, 

  I sat at our kitchen table with Lorraine, basking in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. We were about to embark on a fascinating journey of self-discovery and exploration, delving into the concept of internal slavery and its potential application to my rubber fetish.

"So," Lorraine started, "let's define what we mean by 'internal slavery'. Firstly, always keep in mind that this is not to be confused with chattel slavery. Internal slavery is always consentual. All activities are pre-negotiated and have 'safewords'.  It It's not about physical enslavement or coercion, but rather, a mental state where one fully and consensually submits their will and desires to another, *internal* part of themselves - in this case, your rubber fetish."

I nodded, my eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I see," I said, "like how I sometimes feel when I'm completely immersed in my work or a favorite hobby?"

"Exactly, you could let your fetish immerse you in a state of FLOW. " Lorraine replied, "but instead of being absorbed into an activity, it would be more like creating and nurturing a separate entity within you that embodies your fetish. A tulpa, if you will."

My eyes widened as I leaned forward in my chair. "A tulpa? I've heard of those! They're like imaginary friends, right?"

"Yes and no," Lorraine explained. "Tulpas are thought-form entities that can be created through focused intention and visualization. The best descripotion I've heard is that 'it's like having a roommate in your head'. In the context of a fetish, it could represent your rubber fetish as a personified entity - Hevea, for instance."

My face lit up at the mention of my hypothetical dominatrix tulpa. "Hevea! I love that name!" I exclaimed.

"Great," Lorraine said with a smile, "so let's imagine Mistress Hevea as your internal 'mistress'. She IS  your rubber fetish and is always present within you, guiding your desires and actions related to rubber. Her name, derived from *hevea braziliensis*, could be a metaphor which embodies the entire *milieu* of your rubber fetish, including all of its dynamics such as social, psychocogical, cultural and, of course, the garments themselves."

I leaned back in my chair, deep in thought. "That sounds intriguing," I said slowly, "but how would I go about creating Mistress Hevea?"

"Well," Lorraine began, "the process of creating a tulpa involves visualization and consistent interaction. You'd need to spend time imagining what Mistress Hevea looks like, her personality traits, and even her voice."

I nodded, taking in the information. "And how would I interact with her?" I asked.

"That's where internal slavery comes into play," Lorraine replied. "You would submit to Mistress Hevea's desires and commands, allowing her to guide your actions related to rubber. This could involve anything from wearing rubber clothing, exploring different types of rubber items, or even role-playing scenarios involving rubber."

A thought suddenly occured to me. "Lorraine, are you suggesting that I could do all of this here in the real world at the Hahnestery?" 

She gave me a look of being slightly surprised.  "Of course, silly. If this is who you are, I'd say go for it with all of the passion you can muster.  There is only one rule. Do no harm.  That would include being very descreet when we have visitors. Most of them are related to our business and are fairly rare." Her eyes lit up briefly. "You could simply  stay in your quarters when there are 'foreigners' here. As long as you are super-quiet I think that would work well." 

I looked at Lorraine. "Ever since I was a kid I have always had this crazy urge to be entirely covered in latex all of the time. I know that is not realistically feasible, Are you suggesting I could try something like that? "

"To Thine Own Self Be True," she replied. "I'm sure that James would be OK with it in every respect. In fact, I think James would enthusiasitically see parts of it as presenting intriguing engineering challenges. He likes projects involving building kinky things. It's funny. Even though he does not have the kinks himself, he really  loves building kinky things.  He really enjoyed building some of the bizarre contraptions that Glenada and Robert wanted while we were in London. " 

I leaned forward again, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can't wait to try this out," I said eagerly.

Lorraine chuckled and patted my hand reassuringly. "Remember, it's all about exploration and consent," she cautioned. "We should always respect our own boundaries and those of others."

I nodded solemnly, understanding the importance of these words. The conversation continued on in this manner, with Lorraine and I discussing various hypothetical scenarios involving Mistress Hevea and internal slavery. As we delved deeper into our exploration, the kitchen table became a space for creative thinking and open-minded dialogue, where anything was possible.