17.0101-0800(px) PNR -- Morning After
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Dear Marla，
By 8 am the next morning, I had managed to pack all of my stuff in just two suitcases. I had not slept. I wearily went down to the kitchen to 'face the music'. Both Lorraine and James were at the table having coffee and reading the news on their tablets.
I could not look either of them in the eyes. I cast my gaze downward.
Lorraine looked at me, furrowed her brow, and said, “Good morning. What are the suitcases for? Are you going somewhere?”
I looked up at her briefly. “After what you saw last night, I figured that you would be dismissing me today.”
Lorraine put her coffee cup down, glanced at James to read his mind, and then smiled.
Lorraine began, “Thalia, this might be very uncomfortable for you. Please relax.” Then she placed her hand on my hand comfortingly, gently lifted my chin up, looked directly into my eyes, and said, “You are among friends here.”
Friends?
Then James said, “I figured you might be a Rubberist on our first day. You remember… when we were loading your stuff into the truck at your trailer and that box collapsed, spilling a bunch of your latex clothing onto the floor. It was pretty obvious. Lorraine and I have seen this before. Think of last night as your 'Coming Out' event. Now it's 'official'.”
“And Thalia…” Lorraine looked me right in the eye, tilted her head slightly, paused for effect, and said, “We're okay with it.”
Huh? Are you into rubber, too?
James smiled in agreement with Lorraine and offered, “No, we are not. Sorry to disappoint you. But, when we lived in London some years ago on one of my contract jobs, our flat was across the hall from an utterly charming yet off-the-deep-end-crazy Rubberist couple. We fell in love with them on the first day. They were amazingly open about their fetish up front and soon became our best friends, even though neither of us has the fetish. Their big thing was to be completely covered in latex all the time! Glenda would point at some bit of bare skin on Robert and joke he was 'cheating.' In fact, about the only time when we would see them in anything but rubber was when they were going to work in the morning. Even then, they would sometimes say that they had on as much latex under their street clothes as they could get away with. Robert called that 'stealth' rubber.”
James giggled and said, “Thalia, Lorraine and I both remember spending many pleasant evenings dining, drinking, playing cards, or watching the crazy British late-night TV with them while they were dressed in all manner of bizarre rubber garments and bondage contraptions. ”
Lorraine broke in excitedly, “Believe me, what we saw last night is fairly 'tame'. I remember one evening we went over to their place for cocktails. Glenda was on the sofa in her impossibly tight, bright yellow latex mummy bag that covered her entire body and head tightly. A dozen or so leather straps bound her so tightly she could only wriggle just a tiny bit. She could not see anything. There was only one hole in the bag from which only her bright red, lipsticked lips were protruding slightly outward and moving. They looked 'extruded', as if the compression from all the belts and the latex was squeezing her out of the bag at
that mouth hole. They looked strangely exaggerated when she talked. Robert had even rigged a tube from her mouth to her martini glass.”
James paused for a moment to take a sip of coffee. “For exactly one hour we drank our drinks and had a 'normal' four-way parlor conversation about the weather and the price of tea as if there were nothing weird about the 'yellow rubber bag with lips' on the sofa. While an active participant in the discussion, she often involuntarily grunted or groaned from the compression that she was experiencing. Every so often, she acted like she was trying to hide having an orgasm as we talked. I often heard muffled buzzing noises coming from her bag of confinement—you can guess what was causing that. As if on script, at the end of the hour, a timer went off. Robert released all the straps but did not unzip the bag. Then he gave her a good massage to get her blood flowing again. More grunts and groans. More conversation.”
Lorraine said, “I remember that yellow latex mummy bag well. I think she slept in that yellow bag in the bathtub often.”
“Bathtub? Why in the bathtub?” I asked.
She replied, “Oh, after you have been in the bag, or while things start to get 'messy' inside, when the bag is opened in the bathtub, it contains all of that mess instead of tracking it across the carpet.”
She continued, “Thalia, these folks had repressed these urges all their lives and just decided to start living their own dreams on their own terms, right now, and say fuck the rest of the world. These people may have been crazy in the head, but two things were evident. Their weirdness was utterly harmless, posing no threat to anyone, and, perhaps more importantly, they were seriously happy.”
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“You had Rubberist friends?” Then I took a leap and asked, “Are you folks into rubber?”
Lorraine said, “We tried a bit of it. I just don't care too much for the feel of latex. Apparently, I'm just not wired that way. I do, however, like the look of shiny black latex. It's very sexy. It was also fun helping Glenda into her corsets, locking the padlocks, watching her struggle, and other crazy stuff! I think James had fun with that kind of stuff, too.”
He thought for a moment. “Robert was not quite as crazy as Glenda, so I may not have had the opportunities you had. But, yeah, it was an 'experience'!”
Lorraine continued, “No, nothing else. They were probably some of the most entertaining nights of my life.” She smiled deeply. “They knew it and would play it up.”
James continued, “Robert had an amazing collection of gas masks. Ever play poker with someone entirely covered in black, shiny latex and wearing a gas mask? You cannot see any facial expressions, so there were no 'tells' to indicate his hand. We often saw their 'dungeon' with closets overflowing with latex and bondage stuff. They also had all manner of 'delightful torture' devices with gags, dildoes, straps, vibrators, racks, and other wild BDSM stuff. Lorraine and I both had a hand in making some of them.”
“Oh, yeah,” interrupted Lorraine. “Creating some of those contraptions took some real 'Yankee ingenuity' to make. A few years before, I had started to play with leather crafting, so I suddenly found myself with some interesting design challenges in building stuff for them. That part was fun, too.”
James continued, “It seems like they were always wearing some sort of latex garment that covered most, if not all, of them. I remember they used to say they 'lived to live in rubber' as much as they could.”
Back to Lorraine: “I loved Glenda like a sister, but wow! She was a certifiably crazy rubber person. It seemed like every time I saw her, she had latex on over her entire body, including a latex mask over her face. Sometimes we could see the whites of her eyes and the red of her lips, but nothing else, and sometimes not at all. She also wore a gas mask padlocked onto her head once in a while. I distinctly remember the sound of Glenda gurgling red wine through a drinking tube into her gas mask on several occasions. The gas mask muffled her voice, making conversation slightly difficult. Robert used to joke about trying to mount a microphone inside the gas mask so that we could hear her. Sometimes she would padlock it onto herself all night, including when she slept. Apparently, she was not allowed to take it off for the evening. It took a while to get used to not seeing her facial body language as she spoke. She told me that she liked how that made her feel like an object because you cannot see her face to read her emotions.”
“Does this mean I am not fired?” I asked.
“Fired? Of course not! What ever are you talking about?” asked Lorraine. “In fact,” she nodded at James, “We talked about this last night. We welcome Rubber Thalia with open arms.” Then she motioned from her wheelchair that she wanted to hug me.
As we embraced, I began to tear up a bit. My stomach seemed full of butterflies. Some very deep emotions were churning. I shuddered.
She called me Rubber Thalia! More tears. Pass the tissues, please.
It was James's turn to speak. “Thalia, those people were our closest friends for a year. I even helped Robert build some of his crazy bondage contraptions. That was fun. Unfortunately, over the years we lost contact with them.”
Then Lorraine said, “I got to try some of them out, too. Glenda seemed to particularly like extreme restraint and confinement while in latex.” Then she turned to James and asked, “What did she call that?”
“Storage,” James chuffed. “She had a way of pronouncing that word with a weird accent, something like 'stor-AH-gee.' It was a joyful word and clearly special to her. I think she craved it. She was weird to the point of being bizarre, but also happened to be one of the nicest people on the planet. In fact, both of them were.”
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“Glenda showed me a long,narrow wooden box on casters that that ,t nicely under their bed” added Lorraine “'The,ox' was like a sinister black coffin She pulled it out,opened up the long lid and climbed in It was a snug fit,allowing very little movement Th,inside was equipped with multiple restraint straps and ,eathing hoses,and was heavily padded for soundproofing She told me that a few times a month she would as,Robert to strap her into this thing with some corded vibrators (no batteries!) for a couple of hours or even overnight She had a panic button but never used it as such She loved The Box I tried it but I only lasted a minute or two It was pitch black and dead silent in it and I could not move a muscle Whew! That thing was intense!”
She continued,“I'll always remember Glenda telling me with great reverence that 'In the box,all you can d,is just Be'”
Wow,Wow! Wow,Marla! I've been dreaming all my life about the ,ry kinds of things that woman was ,tually l,ing
“Look,Thalia，” said James “If you want to cavort around the Hahnestery in your rubber suit,that's fin,Hell,wear what you had on last night - even with the gasmask - while your are doing ,e housekeeping,i,you want There is no one else here to see you except us We've seen it before and not only does , not bother us,we actually enjoy watching it”
He looked at Lorraine for approval She smiled and nodded “We both,oved watching Robert and Glenda living their lives in their beloved rubber Watching you vacuum the living room while all rubber'd up will be a sort of 'theater' for us Besides,it will give us all something new to talk about at dinner! All we ask is that it not distract you fr, your paid work nor embarrass us socially Do we have a deal?”
I hesitated Did he just say I could wear my latex even while I am working?
Apparently Lorraine saw my vexation “James has always been fairly vanilla but back when I was in college I was a consentual slave in a 'Leather' family for a year or so I spent a lot of time in bondage - I have some experience with what Glenda said about 'just be' I enjoyed the role at first - even the emotional and physical discomfort parts,but after a while it became apparent that my 'master' was just an asshole,so I left Besides,I also th,k it is more my nature to be a 'top' I know I still have a little streak , loving schadenfr,de in my heart”
I suddenly had a fleeting daydream with Lorraine dressed in a full rubber dominatrix costume and pointing to the ground where I was supposed to assume the 'nadu' position on my knees It was just a flash and then it was gone
Lorraine continued “It was just about then that I met James,fell in love,and drifted back into total vanilla-ism I have been happy ever since But,seeing you,here,co,red in latex,as stirred some of my old inclinations I guess kink never dies” Then she,ighed and ,oked,t the floor
James then chimed in “Thalia,when it comes to wearing your latex here,it's pretty much whatever floats your boat If you want to do the hou,work in the nude,that's fine with us,too,e really don't care In fact,I have a request We would love for you to occasionally sha, some of your fetis,fantasises with us”
“Why woul,you want me to do that?” I asked “Are you into rubber,too?”
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“I don't know,exactly When Robert and Glenda talked about their fantasises,we couldn't,et enough of it,yet it never had any sexu, impact on me” He looked at Lorraine
“Me neither” Said Lo,aine “I was particularly fas,nated by how they disciplined themselves in what they called 'scenes' It was almost an 'performance art' with them It never failed to hold my attention”'
“Scenes?” I asked?
Lorraine replied this time “Yes,scenes Pre-negotiated,scripted,choreographed rituals For example,Tuesday was 'Gasmask Day' They celebrated the existen, of gasmasks,not as a,ool of w,,but as an iconic fetish object T,ir Tuesday Rule was something like: 'gasmasks on at all times excep,meals' So,when they ,t home from work they would jump into their catsuits and put on their masks They even slept and made love with t,m on --- or tried to They were so delightfully pervy and so much fun to watch I miss them!”
“Me,too” Agreed James Then he looked at me and said,“Putting Glenda in the box qualified as a scene Glenda would empty her bladde,before rubbering up and climbing into The Box,w,ch had to be done a certain way Robert would lovingly buckle her in with straps in a certain order,etc Once in the box the v,rators were positioned Then there were the telemetry electrodes which allowed Robert to remotely moni,r her pulse and blood pressure for safety He could also override the programming to control the vibrators manually There was even a video cam and microphone I mostly worked on obtaining and installing the technical stuff It was a lot of fun ”
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Lorraine suddenly had an exciting thought. “Thalia, would you like to make the ensemble you had on last night—including the gasmask and chastity belt—as your 'official' housekeeper's uniform?”
I could not believe what I was hearing. “Are you saying that you want me to dance around the house covered in latex?”
James said, “Not quite. As your employers, it is certainly not a condition of employment. I want to make that very clear. However, as your friends, we care about you and want you to be able to self-actualize yourself.” Then he paused. “Thalia, we want you to be happy here. From our experience with Robert and Glenda, we have a sense of what that might entail. So, we're simply inviting you to wear anything you want.”
Lorraine looked at my suitcases and smiled. “I guess you need to unpack your stuff.” Then she placed her hand on my shoulder and winked at me. “If you put on your ensemble from last night right now, I'll bet you can't keep it on until you're off duty at 4 pm!”
As if on cue, James took his wallet out of his pocket, took out a bill, and slapped it on the table. “I've got ten bucks here that says you can't do it, as well.”
My purse was sitting on top of my suitcases. I put a ten-dollar bill on top of his. “Deal,” I said ecstatically.
But then the implications of this hit me, as if with a loud 'crack!' I laid my head on my arms on the table and began to sob heavily.
Lorraine rubbed my back sympathetically. “Go on, go put your rubber stuff on. Let's see who wins this bet! Besides, you'll feel better.”
When I heard that, something snapped further and I shifted into a full-on bawl as if a water faucet was suddenly turned to its fullest. Somehow I managed to mumble something resembling the words 'happy tears.'
Deeply seated emotions were stirring mightily. Something BIG had just happened. Can you imagine the scene from the old black and white movie where all the church bells in, say, 17th century Paris are ringing energetically in glorious celebration of some event?
After all those years of 'wandering in the desert,' I've finally found Home.
Rubber Home.
Ding Ding Dang Ding (jubilant church bells)