Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 60 Alice waits as instructed, perched with passionate anxiety on the settee footrest, divested of all but her flimsiest white panties and bra. Virginal white. White pop socks emphasise rather than conceal the lissom girlish curves of ankles and calves. Like an untouched maiden she listens in longing laced with terror for the arrival of the one to whom she is such a willing slave; long blonde hair a-tumble, lips slackly parted. The doorknob rattles, and every muscle tenses, rippling Alice’s flawless skin, clenching the dainty nether-rounds which will surely bear the brunt again of her beloved mistress’s firm-handed rebukes. ‘Stand up, little girl! At attention!’ Unlike her fictional namesake whom she curiously resembles, Alice is out of childhood now — the conflicting passions which honey her senses tell her that. Yet the authoritative clear-cut tones, unreachably upper-class and imperious, strike the sim...