Room 2D

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...

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...