Room 2D

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. ...

From Whispers 4 It was Mr Ashford who had sent her there, Pam knew that. Well actually it was her mother but it would have been Mr Ashford telling her mother to do it. In fact she had heard him through the half-open kitchen door. ‘What that girl needs, Mrs Stelling, is a touch of discipline, otherwise you don’t know where she’ll finish up.’ Pam’s mother had said apologetically, ‘I’m really sorry, Mr Ashford.’ What she was sorry about and what Mr Ashford was annoyed about was that Pam didn’t want to go and work in his house. She had left school and started training as a typist but Mr Ashford wanted her to go round to his place part-time. Mr Ashford was very keen on pretty girls of about Pam’s age which was 16. Two of her friends did part-time work at Cranley Hall, where Mr Ashford lived, and they had told Pam what he was like and the sort of thing he liked to do to you. So Pam said she wasn’t going. The trouble was that her 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...