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“Emma? Is-is that you? Where are we? Why are you… Why am I dressed like this? What’s going on?”
“I see he’s wiped your memory again! We’re master’s thralls. He captured us a month ago. He loves to play these wonderful games where he wipes our memories so that we believe that we have free will again. It was me yesterday, and the day before that.”
“I’m sorry, you’re suggesting that you… me… we are, what? Slaves?”
“Yes. Sex puppets. Well, I am. When master finishes with you, then you’ll become a sex puppet again too.”
“Oh god… Please Emma, you have to help me. We need to escape. This isn’t… This isn’t right.”
“No, you won’t be going anywhere. Master will be down any moment and I’ve been instructed to ensure that you don’t go anywhere, or I’m to show you the crystal.”
“The… w-what? Listen… Please… Call the police. Don’t you see what he’s done to us? Please, Emma. Help!”
“No. sigh It’s always like this with you. You always take master’s game waaaay too seriously. Here…”
“What’s… Oh my… A crystal… I… Oh dear… Emma… Oooh… That’s lovely… I feel sooo fluffy…”
“That’s a good girl. Now, wait here and master will be along shortly to play with you.”
“Yes… W-wait… Master… Play with m-me…”
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(Source: glamourbound)
Another great look.
Indeed
Heels vs Boots from Bizarre Magazine, c. 1940s
Bettie on a leash.
(Source: gregorystgermain)
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