Room 2D

From Blushes 22 Dear Editor, I have a recurring fantasy which, I am sure, would make an excellent basis for one of your exciting Join-the-Dots features. Whilst aware that black leather clothing is usually associated with dominant women, in my fantasy the girl wears this type of clothing  yet is a submissive.  Or, at least, she is  made  to be one. May I describe the kind of thing she wears? Then, perhaps, you could approximate to it in your pictures. She wears a black blouse, preferably sleeveless. Her skirt is of black leather; exceedingly tight and almost absurdly short. Under this skirt is a black suspender belt supporting a pair of black fishnet stockings. The girl and I are alone in this house. We are to be there for the weekend. She has been sent to me for a brief course of corrective discipline… and is completely under my control. When she is not performing some domestic task I have given her, she is kept locked in a small room. At the outset, the girl was...

Second part of a three-part story from Uniform Girls 21 6.20. It is over. Somehow it is over. Getting in( her car but she is in no state to drive. Her head… and the rest of her. Her bottom… Elaine’s mouth opening in a silent cry of anguish as her bottom comes in contact with the seat. Her poor bottom. How could he. That… dreadful cane,.. ‘Discipline, Elaine. You need discipline for top management: Can you take discipline? Let’s see…’ Concentrate. Driving. Hands and feet. She’s got to get home. Somehow. Concentrate. The car is all over the place. Like a drunk. If she’s stopped… Oh God. She has her coat on but under it… nothing. Except herself. Her poor red-striped bottom. The black heels. They are the only things she has on apart from the coat. Her black heels that are having such problems doing what she’s telling them to do with the pedals. ----//---- Nigel Stanford. Mr Stanford. No, don’t think about Mr Stanford. Who cou...

From Uniform Girls 18. A continuation of  St Probyn’s Penitentiary . Join the Dots stories were a regular feature in the Blushes stable of magazines, the concept being that you had to imagine bondage restraints in the pictures (and text) because picturing such things was banned at the time. ‘In here. Nurse Taylor.’ Mrs Jarrett ushering her in. A little room like the others; like her own room where yesterday Mr Canfield had caned her; and the other one where Mr Linford had examined her. This room had just a bed, no table or chair. No covers on the bed, only the bare mattress with a white sheet stretched over. At the head of the bed the tubular framework had been swung out, forward, to rest on the mattress, the way it was put for a patient who had to be supported at an angle. ‘Mr Canfield will be in shortly.’ Mrs Jarrett’s business-like voice. ‘Meanwhile you can get undressed. Take your uniform off, and your knickers. You ca...