17.0224-0900 Pandora's Box of Rubberotica
@25.0424-1320.44 Atx
Dear Marla,
After learning that Lorraine was a bit kinky, herself, I felt emboldened to send her a link to my online bookmark manager. I set it to allow her to have access to bookmarks which I had tagged as 'rubberotica'. Included in this group were many of my own writings. I specialize in one-page short stories, so there were dozens of them.
We were in the middle of a conversation about the BDSM side of Deep Rubber. On a whim, as we were talking I sent her the link, saying, "I just sent you a link to my bookmarks for Rubberist literature that has caught my interest. Many of these are just scenarios of fantastical, delicious rubber torture scenarios. It will give you a good idea of just how imaginative people can be. "
Then, without really thinking about it I added. "I'd love to at least try most of them."
After that.I did not think about it. In fact, I pretty much forgot about it.
That was months ago. I had shoved it out of my consciousness completely by now.
Then, out of the clear, blue sky this morning at breakfast, James smiled broadly and said, 'Hey Thalia, I don't think I could make your Iron Maiden but I have some experience with building 'storage' coffins. Is that something you'd like to explore?" Then he grinned from ear to ear.
He had read my Iron Maiden story about a heavy, cast-iron coffin that someone had created from hot, liquid iron and a sand mold of her body. The thing weighed several hundred pounds so it could only be lifted with rope and pulleys. With an inch or so of cold, hard completly surrounding her It was absolutley silent inside. Any sounds of the ventilation system had been masked. She heard only the sounds of her body -- breathing, heartbeat, etc. And the relentless vibrator.