Dressing for Bondage
I entered the room and paused to take in the dimly lit scene before me, and then gently closed the door. The room had been prepared immaculately and was exactly as planned. Although only lit by a single red bulb, hidden deep inside an overhead glass lamp, I could still make out all the details. Over by the far wall was a large bed, low to the floor like a futon and covered by several sheets of rippling black rubber. Piled on top by the back wall were several large pillows, again encased in rubber, only here red had been used as well as black. ...