I was letting the dogs out before heading to bed, when I snapped this photo. A perfectly ordinary room, it was my mom's favorite casual sitting room. And there amongst the furniture my parents left behind when they moved, is #2. A completely bound slave encased head to toe in tight restrictive black leather.

    I picked it up, threw it over my shoulder and carried it upstairs where it spent the night with us. Upper body strength is an essential component of slavery, especially if you keep your slave immobilized as we do.

    It thanks me all the time for being it's owner. It is I who realy should be thanking it. But that's just between you and me. I don't want to confuse it by giving it a voice.