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With a face positively glowing with pride, she once again bent down beside her powerless detainee and raised one finger in front of Felicity’s eyes. Silent Street is one of the ancient thoroughfares in the town of Ipswich in Suffolk, England. No one knows for certain how the name came about, but one theory is that, during an outbreak of plague in 1665, the death toll amongst the residents of this street was particularly high, and thereafter the area fell ‘silent’. The story below, however, gives a more modern twist as to why the name might be apt! The Chocolat Noir party will be held in a “stunning, loft-style penthouse, complete with swing suspended from the ceiling” and a spa bath, Ms LeJeune said. Complete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires. The cuffs that you’re so desperate to get out of can only be opened with a key...which, of course, you don’t have access to!”

And where it led was to a state of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, as within no more than two minutes, the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced in her life ripped through her, as she thrashed about in a desperate effort, not to get free, but to heighten, and indeed prolong this taste of heaven for as long as physically possible. Her groans, too, were no longer pitiful pleas aimed at seeking help, but instead spoke of joy and delight at this complete change in fortunes. For a few minutes, freedom seemed like an over-rated concept, as she thrust her hips and jerked her entire being to a rhythm of her own making; her search for release from her bonds being overridden, momentarily at least, by a quest for a different kind of liberation. By the time she’d finished this speech, the pair had reached the landing, no less dark and uninviting than the downstairs corridor. There was, however, a light visible from an open door a few yards along the passageway, towards which Della led the way. As they reached this entrance, it occurred to Felicity that she hadn’t been asked to give any personal details herself; name, age, previous experience or anything of that nature. Sheepishly, she introduced herself.The EMO Kid then proceeded to the refrigerator and produced a cold beverage. He lifted me up to sit upright on the bed and proceeded to help me drink the beverage. “May I have another beverage”, I asked the EMO Kid. “In about fifteen minutes. You don’t want to drink too much too fast”, replied the EMO Kid. I was beginning to feel better, even though I was still sealed inside the Rubber Prison. I could feel the Chastity Device pressing against my Member. Right my dear, if you’d like to go behind the screen and change into the suit provided, we’ll get started.” My name’s Della and I’ll be running the auditions today. Please excuse the surroundings, as we’ve only just moved in and haven’t got around to sprucing the place up yet. I’m afraid you’ll just have to put up with the less than salubrious facilities today, but the client that has commissioned this shoot is in a hurry, so we’ve had to improvise before we’re really ready.” We decided upon Melbourne as a significant number of women were jetting in for the weekend to attend our [Sydney] events,” she says.

Felicity had made certain, when she’d first experimented with the cuff’s release lever on the ‘dry run’, that she knew exactly where they were located on the bracelets, so that she could activate them and release herself in no more than a second or two. For some reason, however, now that her right hand came to search for the small push-bar on the left bracelet, she was perturbed to discover that her fingers only encountered the smooth curving metal that encircled her wrist. She tried again, but the sought after freedom-giving mechanism still failed to present itself to her flailing fingers. With a sense of dread beginning to mount, her quest shifted to the other wrist. But alas, success proved just as elusive. So engrossed did she become in her pursuit of liberation, that she failed to take note of Della, who was now standing only a foot or two away; the smile, if anything, broader and more evil-looking than ever before. She’d by now discarded the chains that she’d been carrying, and instead held a single pair of handcuffs out for Felicity to view. They looked identical to the ones she’d been presented with earlier.Felicity’s mind was spinning with an overload of questions, but all she could come out with at that moment was, That’s really very good my dear. That outfit really suits you, and fits so ultra-tightly. I’m sure any prospective buyers of this product will be completely ‘wowed’ by the sight of you.”