Room 2D

From Blushes 37. I may have mentioned before that I'm rather fond of this model, with her dodgy 1980's perm. The girl goes silently out of the drawing room with the tea trolley, her high heels sinking softly into the deep carpet. A pretty girl with dark curling hair and a neat figure in her little black maid’s uniform. The eyes of the attractive blonde woman sitting on the settee follows her appraisingly. ‘She seems a willing little thing, Susan,’ she observes to her hostess. Susan Mallamby says, ‘Yes. Willing enough. She’s not had much experience of course.’ The blonde woman, who is tall and in her thirties and called Muriel Worthing, says, ‘But you’re working on her. Her training.’ Susan Mallamby, less tall than her visitor and younger, says, ‘Oh yes.’ ‘The cane? Have you caned her yet? Or perhaps a strap?’ Susan gives a quizzical look, then smiles. ‘No. I can’t say I have. Well I don’t know that she actually n...

Basil Miggins has kindly provided an imaginatively illustrated set of implied OBB nominations, featuring (among others) Gabby Yorath, Sarah Platt of Coronation Street (Tina O’Brien), and Jenna Coleman.

From Whispers 2 Readers of the first issue of Whispers will be familiar with the Hostage  story; the piece published here came as a response from a writer who felt he saw something more in the situation pictured. The blindfold showed light; she was in a brightly lit room. The man had led her across the room, her high heels  clip-clopping  on a hard surface, and told her to sit. It sank down, soft and yielding. A bed. A mattress rather; she could feel it was a mattress with her hands. A bare mattress with no bedclothes. The man went out, she heard his footsteps and then the click of the door. Unless of course he hadn’t really gone out but was still there watching her. Was she alone? Or was somebody — that man or someone else — silently watching? There was no way of knowing. She  could  remove the blindfold of course, she knew that. She wasn’t tied up in any way. But she had been instructed that on no account was she to remove the blindfold. That was one ins...

From Whispers 1 He never knew who would be coming, but none of the circle ever did. He waited at home as usual on the third Saturday of the month, half expecting a ‘phone call to say it had been cancelled, looking down the drive from time to time and hoping to see a car, which he probably wouldn’t recognise, bringing whoever it was to be this month. When the car came it was Freddie, whom he’d met once before; the girl in the back of the car was blindfolded, which lent a tang of mystery to the whole thing from the word go. Freddie said that Julia had arrived safely, though he didn’t say  where  she’d ‘arrived’, but George knew she’d be back home by Sunday night; no doubt she’d relive the thrill of her own weekend with him when he, in his turn, told her about his. They would both tell little lies, of course, but even that was part of the game. They left the girl with him and said they’d collect her on Sunday afternoon. ...

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