I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole.

So come away with me now as I lead you down the dark pathways of my mind and into my fantasy dream world. A dream world of that special lady, my goddess, my love, my ultimate partner, my one and only fantasy counterpart who alone is my equal in exquisite sensuality, one whose intense need to dress in the erotic, exotic, sensual, and sensuous fetish garments which create in the both of us such intense erotic pleasure, one whose need to make intense, erotic, and passionate love while restrained immobile must be at long last satisfied.

It begins as a mere touch, lightly, as if stroked by the tiniest hint of a breeze on a hot afternoon, so lightly that it was sensed only by her subconscious, briefly acknowledged as it lightly swept over her senses only to vanish teasingly as if to tickle her senses. Over the next few days it appeared briefly, wafting yet again, softly touching the corners of her mind, wandering through the edges of her emotions, sensually, briefly, touching, then releasing her thoughts until she at last became aware of its presence, springing unbidden but welcome amid her uncharted forest of thoughts, then at last, emerging as that full fledged burst of erotic desire which threatened to overwhelm with its furnace of heat. Yet as she eagerly embraced it, it vanished into the ether yet again leaving her wondering what she was thinking, returning again softly to waft through her thoughts, touching, distracting, only when she was thinking of other things.

Gradually it built, this thought, this sprite of desire, tickling her moods, intruding upon her thoughts, gradually becoming known to her conscious psyche, enlarging her need, reminding her of the depths of her pleasures, intruding full-blown upon her in the midst of some mundane activity, annoyingly regressing as she attempted to grasp the cloudy edges of its illusion. Then finally, recognizing it for what it was, she mulled the thready borders of her passions anticipating the feel of the leather and rubber garments, the tightness of the corset confining her movements, the fleeting glimpse of that adorned body throbbing rampant in the mirror, the aroma of the scented candles drifting lazily in her mind, the perfume of her lust rising rampant to embrace the thought which began it all.

Now she became like the restrained mare, bursting with the energy required to complete the race, straining at the leash, and with a tiny gasp she turned to her closet and withdrew her hidden treasury of desire. From the closet she removed her special trunk and her special chair; full into view she released those compelling garments which while confining her in ecstasy managed to free her emotions which in turn would allow her to soar beyond all earthly boundaries, freeing her to become that which she finally acknowledged herself to be, the snow-queen, the slut fantastic, the sex object of her fantasy alter ego's dreams, to comport herself with erotic desire, exhibiting herself clad in those sensuous fetish garments of leather, lace, pvc, velvet, and fur, her makeup garish, whorish, yet at the same time, so very erotic and sensuous, self-bound and self-restrained so she was forced to do what she really needed to do.

From her closet she removed the special chair with its myriad of wide leather straps and dangling locks, removed the hidden chest with its corsets and boots, its hobble-skirts and single-gloves, removed the store of makeup and perfume, the boxes of soft, white, perfumed, dusting powder, and arranged them on the bed and before the mirror where they would soon be needed. She placed the chair before the mirror, arranging it for the best view, placed the many small tables nearby, festooning them with scented candles, building her scene to be, laying her implements of passion where they might be easily reached as she once again began her entry into this, her erotic realm of fetish ecstasy.

She began her journey with a hot perfumed bath, luxuriating in the steam as her muscles relaxed, knowing they would soon be strained by her oncoming efforts as she traveled the path of pleasure demanded by that fleeting thought which began this ever maddening adventure. Stepping from the bath, she dried herself with a huge fluffy town and then by daubing her body with soft white perfumed dusting powder, preparing her skin for the undertaking she so longed for.

Padding softly over to sit on the edge of the bed she gazed in rapture at the many items she had laid out before her: the black nylons, red-trimmed crotch high hi heeled slut-boots, the long black leather corset with its straps and locks, the huge supertits soon to be encased in the black leather bra, the long tight hobble-skirt, the white satin blouse, and the shoulder-length gloves, the black fur jacket and its matching fur hat with veil, the makeup and long black wig, the leather cuffs and chains, the bondage belts and posture collars, blindfolds and gags.

Dreaming of her image floating in the mirror, she savored the feeling of restriction soon to be worn, tasting the effort this would take to accomplish the emergence of her alter ego, the erotic Snow-queen Slut-whore she needed to be, must become, if only for that brief instant in time, a minute piece of her life, yet dreaming of the possibility that she might someday find that fantasy partner who would be her equal in desire, that fantasy likeness who would do this with, for, and to her, fulfilling his need as she fulfilled hers, mutual lust forcing them to do what each required to consummate that need.

Sighing softly, she shuddered and turned to draw the long black nylons up her legs, then took the powder puff from its bed in the box of perfumed powder and slowly but generously applied it to her nylon encased legs. Now she pulled one long red-trimmed black high heeled boot with its 6" heel over her leg and began to pull its laces tight, moving ever upward, closing the long black slit over her leg like a corset would do to her waist, completing her task by tying the lace ends in a knot at the top of the boot where it lay near her love nest. Likewise, she pulled the other boot over her remaining foot and repeated the maneuver, again finishing by tying off the laces at the top of the boot where it lay near her softly throbbing crotch.

Sitting down upon the edge of the bed, she reached behind her and pulled the dildo harness with its two built-in vibrating plugs to her. She slipped each booted leg into the straps and drew them up to her crotch. She lubricated each vibrating plug with some K-Y jelly and, squatting, eased them lovingly into their waiting orifices – her anus protesting, her vagina eagerly accepting their new partners, the filling plugs, wrapping the straps around her waist, seating them snugly, and locking them into position with the tiny locks preventing their removal.

Rising, she tottered a moment on those 6" heels, then took the long black leather corset from the bed and wrapped it around her waist, covering herself from just below the bust to just above her knees. She hooked the 6 pins of front busk to their partner hooks and adjusted the position to fit her hips then began to draw the laces tighter and tighter as it molded itself to her, shaping her outline into an hourglass, pinching in her waist, causing her breasts to protrude dangerously above its top, pausing to breathe occasionally (it became harder to breathe as the corset drew tighter) she finally was able to wrap the ends of the laces tightly around her waist to tie the ends in a knot at her navel.

Now she was ready to add those huge supertits to her torso, that which gave her a large distended and bizarre look, but one that she loved. She slipped on her black leather bra with the nipple cutouts, fitting each breast into its corresponding cup. Her new breasts jutted out into space, their reddened tips like darts pointing her way as she walked. The new reddened nipples led the way, eagerly projecting through the matching slits to guide her as she moved.

She slithered into the tight spandex slip, pulling its straps over her shoulders, arms through the loops, and pulled on the zipper molding it to her tightly corseted body. Grasping another box of soft, white, perfumed dusting powder, she dribbled some down her body, over her slip, over her corset, over her bra, dumping the rest of the box inside her slip and patted some over her neck and under her arms. "Lovely, you slut!" she murmured as she inhaled the heady fragrance mixed with the strong odor of leather and lace. "Beautiful, you whore!" she mouthed to herself as she viewed the bizarre black and white image through the cloud of powder staring back at her in the mirror.

She pulled the two ankle cuffs and the two knee cuffs over to her. Gingerly bending over (it was hard to bend at the waist because of the tight laced corset) she wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, pulling each strap tight, locking the small lock which would keep them on. With the 6" chain connecting her legs together, she knew it would be hard to walk in her 6" hi heeled slut-boots, but relished the attempt soon to come. Wrapping the knee cuffs around each knee just above the knees, she similarly locked each strap tightly, keeping her knees positioned closely together, making it even harder to walk.

Standing up, she tottered gingerly over to the chair she had placed before the makeup mirror and sitting down, began to apply the multiple layers of cosmetics which would transform her face into the erotic slut-whore she needed to become. First, the thick base coat of ivory white which would show the applied colors to their best. She patted that dry with a powder puff full of soft white perfumed dusting powder. Taking a pair of long black eyelashes, she placed each one over an eyelid, smoothing them into position then added a second pair below each eyelid. Then she added a coat of blue eye shadow to each eyelid, and topped it with a tiny smear of green just below her eyebrows. edge of each cheek.

Using the same black pencil, she drew in her eyebrows, feathering the edges to the edge of her cheeks. She outlined her lips with a red pencil, filling them in with bright red shiny lipstick, making her lips larger than life and ultimately, so kissable. She picked up the black pencil and outlined them, making them stand out like two cherries in the snow. She picked up a blusher and applied the red blush to each cheek, giving her cheeks their coat of red glow. Finally, she picked up the long black wig resting on its stand and flipped it up and over her own stocking-capped hair, its curls now flowing down her cheeks, over her shoulders. Positioning it firmly she brushed it into fullness, then stared raptly into the mirror and softly said, "Your slut-whore is almost ready, darling, she'll soon be here just for your pleasure!"

Standing up, she minced back over to the bed and pulled on her white fitted blouse, fastening each the buttons. Her huge pointed supertits in their leather bra slipped into the pockets sewn into the blouse fitting themselves tightly, causing the pointed nipples to point eagerly forward into space. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled the hobble-skirt up her booted legs, and stood to zip the full-length zipper, fastening the single button at the waist, then bucking the belt with its two locking buckles and inserted the two tiny locks to keep it in place. It was hard to see, because the supertits protruded so far in front they blocked the view of her booted ankles. It clung tightly to her, from her small corseted waist down to her chained and cuffed ankles. Next she added the 6" wide leather bondage belt, pulling the three straps tightly closed and inserted the three tiny locks which would keep it positioned on her waist.

She drew one red shoulder-length glove over her fingers, over her wrist, past her elbow, up to her shoulder and repeated the process on her other arm. Bending gingerly, she grasped the posture collar with its chin-rest and wrapped it around her neck, pulling the four straps tight, forcing her head up, keeping it there, and locking the four small locks to prevent its easy removal. .

"Oh, God, this feels so fucking wonderful!" she cried as she straightened up to pull on her fur hat with its veil. Adding her tailored fur jacket, she fastened the four hooks and wrapped another bondage belt around her waist, pulling the four straps tight, fastening them in place with four more small locks to keep it in place.

Turning up the high fur collar of the jacket, she wrapped a leather slave collar around her neck keeping the collar up over her ears, pulling the two straps tightly closed and locked them in place with the two small locks. She slid one cuff over each elbow and fastened the wide straps and locked them also. Struggling now, she managed to fasten a short 8" chain behind her back between the loops on each elbow and lock them there. She wrapped a leather cuff around each wrist and locked them in place.

Tottering over to the bondage chair, she stood in front of it to view herself in the mirror. "Absolutely breathtaking, and such a whore you are!" she grunted as she watched her reflection stroking her dripping pussy. Sighing, she turned to light the candles she had earlier placed on their stands and turned off the lights. Her flickering image watched as she sat down in the bondage chair, watched as she slowly drew each wide strap tight, one around each of her ankles, one around her knees, one over her lap, one around her waist, one under her protruding tits, one over, and one around her neck at the top of the chair, watched as she locked each strap in place, watched as she slowly bound herself tightly into the chair, watched as she shuddered in ecstasy with each strap she tightened and locked in place, her pussy throbbing, wet and oozing around its tightly filling plug.

"Such a lovely erotic slut-whore you are, my dear," she growled as she picked up a long cigarette holder with its long white cigarette and lit it from one of the candles. Puffing deeply, she allowed the smoke to dribble from her nose and mouth. Inhaling, she blew out smoke and watched herself in the mirror. "What a lovely slut-whore you'd make my girl," she cried as she trembled, edging ever closer to that magic moment when she would start the vibrators buried so deeply in her pussy and anus.

Extinguishing the cigarette, she ejected the butt into an ashtray and inserted another into the holder. Sighing, she picked up one of the boxes of soft white perfumed dusting powder and closing her eyes, dribbled the soft white powder all over her bizarrely clad body, from the top of her fur hat, down over her heavily made up face, down over her fur jacket and its protruding supertits, over her waist, down over her hobble-skirt, down over her high heeled slut-boots. "Wonderful, she mouthed," as she gazed at her image in the mirror. Picking up another box of powder she threw the whole box into her face! Another box was dumped over her fur hat, cascading down over her body, turning her white, clouds of powder drifting around her, and she was so turned on she poured five more boxes of powder all over her!

Finally, she picked up a velvet bag filled with six boxes of soft white perfumed dusting powder and sighing, pulled it over her head and tied the drawstrings tightly over the collar of the fur coat. She picked up the cigarette holder and lit its cigarette from a nearby candle, and thrust it through the slit in the velvet bag into her mouth. "Smoke, you Whore, Smoke!" she cried as she inhaled deeply and shuddered.

Now at the point of no return, she thrust her cuffed arms behind her back and was satisfied by each "click" as she locked the cuffs to the loop on the back of the outer bondage belt. Securely fettered into the bondage chair and unable to move, she relished the feeling of restraint, inhaled cigarette smoke mixed with the odor of perfumed dusting powder, and with her fingertips, flicked the vibrator switch to "on" and pushed it off the chair onto the floor making it impossible to turn off.

Instantly, a soft "thrum" began, its throbbing echoed by soft moans, sighs, and groans from the bizarrely clad figure strapped into the bondage chair. Accompanying the moans and cries was an intermittant flash and click as the camera positioned to capture her image took pictures of her frenzied writhings. Another minute and another flash as she was again imaged. Her pussy lips throbbed and her anus quivered in reply as she was relentlessly bombarded with throbbing sensations; cigarette smoke, perfume, body tightly held by the multiple locked straps – her quivering thrusting body pinioned tightly into that chair, the quivering vibrators, her thrusting hips, softly moaning sighs, small cries as the sensations wracked her, all combining to bring her closer to that multiple release she desired.

Her body shook. She tried to move but was held in place by all the locked straps. Faster and faster the waves of quivering lust washed over her, her pussy oozing its wetness, throbbing, reacting, nearing that magic moment of ecstasy. Inhaling a final time it hit her and she almost choked on the smoke, let out a long moan followed by several grunts as she reached her orgasm, rode it out, feeling like a complete slut, a brazen whore, a cunt wanting to be made love to at that point, but sorrowfully, being only satisfied by the two throbbing vibrators which would now keep going until their batteries were finally depleted. Forced to remain in the chair, she must suffer repeated orgasms until the vibrators no longer functioned when the batteries were exhausted.

Between each orgasm, she fanaticized about what it would be like to have a fantasy lover doing this to her, perhaps pulling the cigarette from between her lips to replace it with his quivering penis, stroking it gently between her heavily lipsticked lips, her tongue exploring its slit, tasting the pre-cum, feeling his cock sliding in and out between her heavily lipsticked cock-lips, thrusting faster and faster, deeper and deeper, being unable to prevent it, finally receiving the hot, white, delicious love offering in her mouth, holding it there as he French-kissed her, both tasting that which was his tribute to her, his bizarrely dressed whore, this brazen snow-queen covered with perfumed dusting powder, heavily made up, unable to prevent what was happening to her and unwilling to stop it...even if she could...and then he replaces the cigarette holder in her mouth, lighting her cigarette, and she draws in the smoke, deeply into her lungs slowly breathing out and then deeply again as yet another orgasm wracks her tiring body...and another...and another...

How many hours later she finally jerks upright out of a fitful sleep. She had dozed off after numerous orgasms and at some point the batteries had finally died allowing her a few moments of blissful relaxation. Now she must begin the struggle to remove herself from the bondage chair. The key is on the bed and she must slowly "walk" the chair over to the bed to grab the key by feel from its dangling chain and unlock all of the locks. After many attempts, she finally reaches the bed and attempts to grasp the key, finally locating it entirely by feel after what seems like an eternity, and begins the extended chore of unlocking all locks, beginning with her pinioned wrists locked behind her back. Unable to see, she must do all of this by feel.

It takes her a long time to do this – which makes her very happy.

Still dreaming about her fantasy lover, she slowly unlocks herself, and peels her sweat-drenched body from the bondage chair. Undressing, she again takes a hot shower, removing all traces of makeup and powder. Toweling herself dry, she falls onto the bed and soon drifts off into a deep relaxing sleep, perchance to dream of her fantasy lover, that special understanding one who will help her dress, bind her tightly, kiss her heavily made up face so deeply, light her cigarette, strap her tightly into the bondage chair, cover her with many boxes of soft white perfumed dusting powder, pull the velvet bag with its six boxes of perfumed dusting powder over her cunt-head, force-fuck her heavily lipsticked cocklips, eject all of his tasty sperm into her whore-mouth, and French-kiss her deeply afterward, then gag her; maybe even lead her over to the bed and bind her spread-eagle and immobile there, fucking the helpless smoking snow-queen slut-whore's cock-lips and pussy repeatedly instead of the snow-queen slut-whore having to rely on those two vibrators...think of the thrill that will give her...and him!

I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole. I know you are out there, my dear; and if it takes forever I will wait for you...