I have in Atomage Nos. 11 and 15 extolled the pleasures to be gained from what I like to describe as ‘audio sensation’. I appreciate your printing my letters although they do not seem to have inspired any response with the exception of a reader whose interests l will come to in a moment – if you are kind enough to let me have some more of your space. Continue reading “Audio Bondage”
Five Hours
I am alone at home, but dressed from head to toe in layers of rubber and pvc, deep shiny black, with thick chains locked between neck, arms and feet and no chance to get out of it before She gets home later in the afternoon with the keys. Continue reading “Five Hours”