The last typeface was Courier, which means that today?s typeface must be Curlz MT. How very St Trinian?s this is, which is spooky as Liz in Slinky?s tried to interest me in a schoolgirl outfit when I was in there yesterday. It begins to get dark outside. It will soon be time to close the curtains ? if this bra hasn?t crushed me first.

The new CD Classical Heritage plays on the CD?s speakers. Thank you, Mistress Alexia, for giving me this PC with its CD playing facility. How delightful this baroque music is. Bouncing within. Shiny Rubberist Special is on the typewriter beside me. Now I open the desk drawer and take out Bizarre Rubber Special to take to the bedroom and place on the piano there. Girl in rubber hood, how good it must feel against your flesh.

Shiny International issue 65 goes at the left end of the bed upon which the silver rubber pillows are uppermost. Catwoman looks good on the cover but the best Catwoman for me was Mistress Absolut. The bedroom curtains are closed. Heavy Rubber issue 13 goes at the right end of the bed. Stop playing with yourself, gas mask girl. Play with me instead.

Oh I look so good in the mirror. Look at me. I?m a tipsy secretarial tart. I have been to the loo and feel much better now, thank you. I have also slipped the blue rubber sleeping bag into the bed in readiness for sleeping in rubber layers later tonight. Classical music. Red wine. Tipsy me. High heels. Tight bra.

Skin Two issue 33 goes on the bedside cabinet. Tight rubber hood girl, I will have one on soon too. Perhaps after my evening sandwich has been consumed. My jacket matches my rubber pillowcases. Look. And it also matches the tight latex catsuit of the girl on the cover of Dressing for Pleasure issue 35, which is now placed beneath the large round mirror. See me. See her. See me. See her. I want a tight latex catsuit too. So many of mine have perished of late and have had to be thrown away in the bin, quite beyond repair. Two key rubber outfits have had to be thrown away. It is so unfair. Rubber should last for ever.

In the living room I burn an incense stick Princess Spider gave me for Christmas in the living room. In the bedroom I listen to First Men in the Moon by H G Wells. How exciting all this space travel is. Which space shall I travel to next? Don?t go to sleep. You have to release some of the air.

Princess Spider also gave me some Impressions Comforting fragrance oil which I shall now light a candle underneath on my oil burner in the bedroom. I need comforting after the cheque I had to sign for my heating repairs today. £220 just to get things hot around here. Now, where can I find a candle? Silver collar up. Floaty in my secretary gear. Walk on kitten heels. Tight bra presses in so tight.

Skin Two issue 25 goes on the chest of drawers. I must now go to the kitchen and pour some more wine. It has to be done. It is what must be done. Help me on with the helmet.

16.31. A third glass of red wine has been poured. Tight is my bra. Classical is the music. I must return to the bedroom to look out today?s last fetish magazine of all. More lipstick. More lipstick on my lips. More lipstick is more lipsticky and is so lipsticky on my lips. Up with the plastic collar. How my tits do protrude in this silky secretary top. Breathe. Breathe deeply Zipperella for breathing gets you breathing all along. Tight bra straps at the rear.

I want to go back to the sphere. Now! Marquis Photo Special issue 14 Summer Cummings is the last fetish magazine of the day. It is too good to go in the kitchen. It can go on the chest of drawers in the bedroom, which means that Skin Two must go in the kitchen in its stead. Summer Cummings in rubber layers seems to be having such fun. I shall join her in rubber layers very soon. You?ll see. It will be very soon indeed. Floaty me. Very floaty me indeed.

Look at me, a happy smiling secretary girl on heels. Now in the bedroom plays tape H36: my hospital radio show Good Evening Listeners and Losteners with guests Peter Wear and Justin Case (1982). How floaty I am now, and how ready I am now to cook my sausages for my evening sandwich, pork and apple sausages purchased last even from Waitrose in Marylebone High Street after drinks with Princess spider. I had Midori. I love Midori. Will you buy me some Midori? Can I have some? I like liqueurs. Can I liqueurs?

I have begun to cook my pork and bramley apple sausages. Tight bra. Tipsy me. How good it feels to have tits on heels. A blue earring pokes through my purple hair. Poking through is the best thing to do. Sausages cook. Red wine is consumed. Floaty is me. Tight is my bra. Turn the pages of fetish magazines. Fetish girls, I love you all. Can I be one of you soon? I long to be a fetish girl. Sizzle! Sausages are cooking.

So floaty. Girls, look at me. I am so floaty. Clip-clop on kitten heels. Gliding around in girlie gear. Has this improved your prospect? Career? Act?

17.04. I have poured a fourth glass of red wine. Tight bra. Plastic jacket. Kitten heels. I am tipsy. I am floaty. I am me. Classical music. Dr Who?s Earthshock waits to be seen. Plastic collar catches on earrings tightly clamped to lobes. Tight bra presses in. I breathe out.

My sandwiches have been consumed and now it is time to look out the rubberwear I am to wear this evening. The Tardis has arrived. Where are we? Earth!

The wrong planet entirely. Tight bra. Breathe deeply and relax.

Androids. Under attack from andriods. The protective emergency rubberwear has been looked out and is laid out on the bed in readiness for my enchangement out of my tight bra secretariat.

Off come niece Kim?s black shiny 1960s Emma Peel boots, unzipped at the sides, the black plastic Martine Sitbon knee-length skirt with rayon lining unzipped at the side, the torn black fishnet tights, red tights, and the white polyurethane Ann Summers medical pouch undies with blue cross protection. To the loo.

On with the thick black rubber undies, yellow rubber leggings from Libidex with attached feet, over which the semi-transparent rubber socks, and purple rubber bloomers.

Off with the purple wig, the 99p glasses, Mistress Feral?s blue earrings unclamped from my lobes and returned to the bag for my Christmas as a Scary Gothgirl with Claudia,

18.00. Episode 3 of Dr Who starts. I have poured a fifth glass of red wine. Now the phone rings. I wait to hear who it is. It is no one. They have hung up. I must go on the Internet, but first copy the TDUD of 22,11,93 fir sending to Mistress Alexia.

I have come off the Internet after finding that Claudia has no heating and I have sent Mistress Alexia another tipsy day log.

Off comes the silver plastic Neutral Zone jacket, Mistress Feral?s Ankh cross, the soft silky David Brooks polyester secretary top unzipped at the rear, black silk Linea undertop unzipped at the rear, and Lady Pimp?s straggly nylon bra and false tits unfastened at the rear. Struggle to unfasten at the rear.

I hgave put on the petwer rubber T-shirt won from Rubbercare at The Fringe one Christmas, the rubber insect hood from Mr Blow-Up, zipped, locked and laced tight at the rear. I drink through the mouth tube of the hood. I breathe through its nose tubes and see through its long stiff eye tubes. The rubber bat collar is press-studded at the rear., I have put on the white latex surgical gloves, long black rubber left-handed gloves, and the black rubber surfing suit zipped up at the sides. I sip red wine through my mouth tube. I see only through the long insecxt eye tubers of the rubbver hood. I am encased in latesx enblcousar.l 9I am a totoal lat5ex beinbg.

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18.55. The siuxthy and final halfg glass of red wine is sipped thourgfh the moutrh tuibe of the rubber insetcx hoodf.l I see through tube eyes. I amj in tuight rubgbe rlayers.l

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