Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 20 The wretched and bewildered Susan is at this moment partway up the back stairs with her bared bottom pressed against cool panelling, arms stretched high above her head and naked tits lifted and out-thrust by the verticality of her posture, waiting for she knows-not-what, for sure, though she knows that she isn’t going to like it. A chill draught wafts along the hallway and contrives somehow to turn back upon itself and ascend the bare-boarded stairway that is set aside for the use of the servants; Susan’s nipples stand out stiff as chapel coat pegs, pink and wilfully erect as though advertising a state of erotic arousal to any casual passer-by — Susan hopes fervently that there will be no passers-by — whereas the girl’s metabolic state would be described less accurately as one of arousal than as one of near panic. Her fat little bum is still twitchy from the application, some half an hour previously of...

From Blushes 34 ‘Nineteen,’ said Madame Lamartre. ‘What? No, certainly not.’ She examined perfect crimson fingernails as the voice over the telephone continued, more apologetic now. Hearing him out and then, crisply, in her only slightly accented English, ‘Well, I cannot speak for other establishments, Mr Spencer,’ but we do not play with any of that business here. If I say 19 that is what she is.’ More apologies came over the line. As well they might. Madame Lamartre was not short of clients, she didn’t  need  this particular Englishman. Whereas quite probably he  did  need her. If he wanted… she allowed herself to be mollified. English gentlemen could be charming, flattering even, or some of them at least. And this Mr Spencer was now very keen for an appointment. Well, he had apologised. ‘We can say 3 o’clock then, if you wish. No, not at all. She will be ready for you.’ The house was in the Rue d...

From Whispers 3 Dear Editor, This is a letter from W. Germany. My English is not that good but I hope that you get everything out of the context. At first, my congratulations to your splendid magazine. The very best you ever did I think was,  Join the Dots  in  Supplement 6 . Give us more of that. Give us pictures of models we can add the bondage. Pictures on which the girls are being punished. Show us the punisher at her side swishing down the cane, riding crop, hazel switch or willow switch on the girl’s bare bottom. The bottom must show real vivid tramline weals. Show the girl’s face more often. A painful and tear-stained face. Let the models do some physical exercise and make them cut onions and then when their faces are nicely red-flushed and have enough tears flowing down, immediately start your photo session. Some suggestions I would like to see the young victims pretending to...

From Blushes 15 Dear Blushes, Imagine my utter surprise and delight, when on opening your latest  Blushes Supplement No 6 , I found not only my letter published, but that you had actually gone to the trouble of posing a gorgeous girl exactly as I had proposed. I settled down to draw in the handcuffs and other restraints which added the finishing touches to your superb mind-blowing exotic pictures. I hope you’ll be so kind as to do a regular section like it. Every one of  Blushes  issues has been fantastic anyway, and a little skill at drawing can usually add a set of handcuffs or a neck chain at least to give that extra humiliating touch to the poses of many of your lovely models. They don’t need to be coloured either because a black pen draws in restraints that show up well on black and white photographs. I’ve just read  Blushes 12  and that dark-haired girl in shorts over the trestle blew my mind ag...

From Blushes Supplement 17 These next six pages are for Join the Dots aficionados, (supply your own dots) with apologies to those readers who might find it a little bewildering. (Sorry). The setting is the cellar of an establishment in Dorking, the girl’s name is Joanne, and it is three minutes past eight on the third Friday in April. Joanne has not been allowed any supper, but that is the least of her troubles, for overhead she hears the halting tread of the lame but otherwise in-full-working-order Mr Tremlett…

From Blushes 29 The visitor is naturally curious. He glances back at the girl in front of the fireplace in the draughty hall as the caretaker pilots him through a double half-glazed door and says, ‘Mr Evans’ office is the second door on the right, sir.’ The girl hears the visitor say ‘Thank you’ in a cultured voice and then the caretaker’s stare is on her as he comes back across the hallway. His pink, podgy face thrusts itself close to hers; he looks straight into her eyes from twelve inches away as he slides his hands from her waist up her ribs, pushing her top up until one tit, then the other, bounces out underneath. The girl blushes and nips at her lip, then squeaks plaintively as her nipples are tweaked in turn between finger and thumb. ‘I dare say he’ll deal with you when ‘is visitor’s gone, Miss. ‘Til then you’ll just ‘ave to wait, won’t you?’ A fat finger strokes between her thighs, then a gentle nudge makes he...

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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...