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Della demonstrated by closing one of the bracelets down on her own wrist until the shiny steel was flush to her skin. With her other hand she pulled and jiggled the now completed circle to show that it wouldn’t simply come away on its own. Complete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires.

The second level is the more risqué Skirt Club: play parties, held about every six weeks, usually at private homes, which feature themes more bubbly, and sexual play: basically anything from straight out bonding to burlesque dancing, body shots and bondage, as Skirt Club co-director Renee Nyx told news.com.au in 2016. We also filmed in Paris for an upcoming feature on the Parisian latex scene and had some of our footage used on broadcast television in the UK for a Channel 5 documentary on the alternative scene. Another pause ensued, as Felicity upped her struggles and desperately tried to find a weak link in the binding process that had her trapped. She failed to find one, of course; a situation which Della found highly amusing. But... it’s hardly the sort of thing women wear to go out in, is it? Who is this sort of thing aimed at exactly?”

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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!” Felicity’s eyes scanned the leaflet through for a second time, just in case she’d somehow misread it on the first occasion. But there was no mistake. The piece of paper that had been waiting on her doormat when she’d arrived home from work wasn’t of particularly good quality, and appeared to not be exactly professionally produced in its layout or design; fairly amateurish, in fact. WHEN women started jetting into Sydney from interstate and overseas for exclusive, risqué women-only sex club parties with dress codes like “lace and latex”, the Skirt Club knew it was time to spread its wings. It’s about doing what excites you,’ says Skirt Club founder Geneviève LeJeune. Picture: Victoria Dawe

Outside, the people of Ipswich continued to go about their daily business; passing only a few feet from where Felicity lay in her soundproofed and windowless incarceration chamber, yet oblivious to the strange drama being played out only inches away from them. Now I’m sure you’re wondering why, if this room is so resistant to the outgoing passage of sound, I bothered with that gag.” Della finished clearing all the props away and, with a look of self-satisfied contentment on her face, sat down on the floor beside Felicity for one final time. Scream all you like my dear, nobody can hear you in here. As I said earlier this place was soundproofed by the previous tenants. I’ve done tests, and even from just outside the room you can hardly hear a thing once the door’s closed. You could play heavy metal music at top volume, and nobody would be any the wiser. And certainly no one in the adjacent buildings, or out in the street, would ever have any inkling that there was a ‘damsel-in-distress’ screaming her head off only a few yards away. Your silence is thus assured.” In just two years since starting its secretive, sexy and luxurious private parties in Sydney, the Skirt Club — the all-female sex club for lesbian, bisexual and “plain curious” women — had seen its membership swell to 600.They strode towards the summit as generations apart. The last of the snow cover was almost gone and the dead leaves of the previous year had begun to retake the ground. The old man and the young girl had a short but steep hike to the overlook, where views across the valley and snow-capped hills awaited. The old man was breathing heavily.

The interior proved no more inviting than the prospect from without, however. With the closing of the door behind her, Felicity found herself in an ill-lit corridor with closed doors on either side. But it wasn’t towards one of these rooms that she was now shepherded by her host, but straight ahead towards an equally under-illuminated flight of stairs, the summit of which was shrouded in darkness. As they began to climb, the woman - probably about the same age as herself, Felicity guessed - introduced herself and began to explain the nature of the assignment. It seemed logical we should open there. Two of our members had solid experience in luxury event management and offered to head up the 2018 program for Skirt Club Melbourne. We enjoy involving our members in the growth and development of our community.” On Thursday night it launched in Melbourne, welcoming about 50 women for an invitation-only evening of bubbles, burlesque by Ferri Maya, and a chat about “the ancient art of women pleasuring women” from sexpert Ruth Ostrow. Right my dear, if you’d like to go behind the screen and change into the suit provided, we’ll get started.”Della stopped her wanderings and crouched down beside her trembling victim. Gently, she held out a hand and placed it over the zipper which covered Felicity’s mouth. We decided upon Melbourne as a significant number of women were jetting in for the weekend to attend our [Sydney] events,” she says.

No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again. 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. From historical fiction to contemporary romance, to genre stories featuring lesbian protagonists, you’ll find all manner of sapphic short stories here. Whether their sexuality takes center stage or is merely a character trait, any lesbian story is welcome!. Looking for fresh new lesbian short stories? Popular Dutch television show, Studio PowNed, had a feature on latex fashion with iconic Dutch model Ancilla Tilia using footage from our shoot together. (image: Dutch TV’s Studio PowNed)For some reason, Felicity found herself nodding her head, although the thought of being humiliated in this way didn’t really appeal at all. Still, at least the hood would hide her identity, should anyone she knew happen to see the resulting photographs. At least now, with the potential modelling assignment on the horizon, she had something of a less fraught nature to occupy her mind. As you know already, my name’s Della. But what you’ve failed to grasp is that I’m the girlfriend of the man you’re intent on sending to prison for the foreseeable future.” Della switched off two of the spotlights and folded them away, leaving just one solitary beam shining directly on the squirming latex form in the centre of the room. The reflection cast by the shiny fabric seemed to remind Della of something she hadn’t yet explained, yet felt might be of interest to the ensnared and writhing young woman.