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Yes," she said, tense and quiet. "I did. I do. I'm thinking of it as the most daunting thing I could do." Think of these silent shorts as stag films for AVENGERS fetishists, who love watching Rigg beating the bejesus out of burly guys, amidst secret agent-style shenanigans. It’s transformational, divine, sublime. It’s what you hardly dared to dream possible in your lifetime.

I went over to loosen her gag, so she could respond when I told her what I was going to do. My legs felt distinctly wobbly, and it took me a moment or two to get the cotton strip undone. My head was beginning to feel funny too. THANK YOU for visiting my virtual art gallery! Enjoy my original 'social documentary' photographs of various events ! I pretended to be concerned with the screen. "OK," she said again, "You can undo me now." Again I ignored her, engrossed in the electronics. "Frank!" she asked again after a pause, now with an edge of irritation. "Just undo me will you? I've got something in my boot." While we are not religious, Sir and i do keep Christmas. We enjoy a tree and having family come in and presents and lights and all the trimmings. I suppose we are celebrating the solstice as much as anything...the turning of the year and the return of longer days.I always welcome mutual rubber fun as it’s a massive thrill for me. Two people in bed in full head to toe skintight thin rubber is an ethereal experience. It was later still that she explained, hinting obscurely at first, what it was she really wanted to do, or have done to her, once prepared in this singular way.

Complete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires. There was a pause after this. Sarah shifted her head on the pillow so she was staring at the blank wall. Then she said quietly: I open the tin of wax and spread a layer of polish onto the desk….the smell of lavender combined with my new feminine outfit seemed a lovely combination….. I worked the wax into the desk top and brought it up to beautiful shine befitting the mysterious Miss Osbourne We haven't moved on to sleeping in the vac bed for full nights yet. I have dropped off to sleep in it or in my inflatable body suit on occassion after a heavy bondage session, but never for a full night. Nothing much happened while shopping with Sir. I actually saw two other women dressed in Muslim dress (but not in burqas) and they gave me some odd looks, but we just passed each other by. Sir would steer me into a shop, hold up an item or two or I would point something out and he would finally take it up and pay for it. I just stood a few feet behind him and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The clerks in the department stores gave me some curious glances, but the clerks in the more upscale boutiques seemed to hardly notice I was there.As she twisted her head up I had sight of her eyes for the first time that morning, and that gave me a hint of how excited she was. They were twinkling bright, and the colour in her cheeks was high too. They belied the quiet resignation affected by the hanging head and averted eyes the penitent had presented me with up to that moment.

The next task was to polish the furniture in the study….the cleaning bag contained a tin of bee’s wax polish and a number of yellow dusters…..I carefully cleared the desk top and put a vase of flowers that was on the desk carefully onto the floor.

Next morning, while having breakfast, my aunt sat beside me at the table and had a look at me with a different smile in her face. I asked what was the matter It was pure torture. She wallowed in despair and misery. It would have turned her on in the past, but not now.