Chapter Three
Doll strings
Monday 16th January
Well Saturday night was interesting in more ways than one. I asked my friend J to come over and we could both have a girly night out, dressed as dolls of course. We were in our polka dot dolly dresses and ready to go, but where? Finally it was decided that we would be accepted at the fetish club which I let my friend hold in my dungeon. So we go armed with a 24 can case of cider, which we drank like demons, we were absolutely pissed. As dominant as I am I found myself in a rope bondage back to back with my drunken dolly friend. The rope was then hooked onto the suspension and then we were slowly being hauled up like puppets on a rope.
Of course a crowd gathered to see us being tied up together, and all I could do was ask a by standard to remove my hair which was stuck to my lip-gloss.
