samedi 20 août 2011

Miss Anath's room



Good morning! "Will you walk into my parlour?" Said Miss Anath to the slave;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour Is up a winding stair;
And I have many curious things To show you when you're there."

"Oh, no, no," said the little slave;
 "To ask me is in vain; For who goes up Your winding stair Can ne'er come down again."

jeudi 18 août 2011

Alice in Chains


Alice by Frank Brunner
It happened one afternoon after a visit to the library. Alice was sitting on the window sill in her dorm reading a book when  she saw a woman in a black military catsuit walking in the garden.
She didn't know why but she felt compelled to open the window and follow her. The lady in the PVC catsuit walked across the garden towards a garden shed, opened the door and went in.

Alice followed her into the shed and much to her surprise, the walls were covered with bondage toys. She followed the lady in the black catsuit through a long corridor with whips, floggers and chains floating in the air. She tried to grab a spiked leather suspender belt floating in front of her when she realized that her pink pyjamas had vanished and instead she was wearing a very restrictive leather bondage underbust corset, a type of bdsm harness.


Do you want to know what happened to Alice?  You can read the full story here