
After many lean months I found employment as a maid of all work. Mrs Dour, the housekeeper who wore a heavy belt of fobs, sent me down to Miss Sour, the in-house seamstress. Instead of carefully altering my uniform she slapped in some double-edged tape. And then she slapped me. “Please ma’am,” I asked, “may I have some more nipple tape?” Miss Sour told me I’d have to earn it, starting with my first job to clean Bluebeard’s subterranean grotto, which he’d kindly left unlocked. Down and down I descended, feeling the humidity swell, but I found no metal pail, no mop, no detergent, no moss remover. I hardly knew where I was when I came to that night. Rising slowly off the roughly hewn damp stones, I realized that I was bound, too loosely, in a handspun-hemp karada that perfectly matched my dress, apron, and nipple tape (which was truly embarrassingly flimsy).

I received instructions by carrier pigeon to clean Bertha’s attic bathroom. I hardly knew where I was when I came to the next morning. My legs ached from my six-flight trudge up the not-to-code back stairs. I found no RubherMaid pail, no Swifter, no ScumScraper, no SilverFishnished, no NoiseNot headphones to dampen the captive’s screams. Rising slowly off the roughly planed unsealed planks, I realized that I was bound, too loosely, with hand-dyed satin ribbons that perfectly matched my dress, apron, and nipple tape (which was truly embarrassingly skimpy). I received instructions to shovel the driveway by pneumatic tube.

I knew exactly where I was when I came to around supper time. Pace Frost, it was easy to take the right road with GPS. I knew I’d never need a digital SnowScoot, not even in advance of the broken arm. Rising slowly off the roughly laid icy paving stones, I realized that I was bound, too loosely, in a hand-dyed-hemp karada that perfectly matched my recoloured dress, my apron, and probably my lost nipple tape (which had dried up and dropped off in the cold). Mrs Dour, Miss Sour, and the maids of all the work I’d been spared watched intently as I rubbed the adhesive residue from my nipples. I knew my months would never be lean again. And yet I felt compelled to beg. “Please ma’am,” I cried to all assembled, “may I have a happy knot?”
Credits
Outfit
MIWAS + Shibari maid Dress #FATPACK – Reborn (On the downside, you can only buy the flatpack. On the upside, it’s endlessly fun to mix the colors on a half dozen elements of the costume.)
Mad’ – FREE Pasties [HD] [TINTABLE] (check store)
Face
MUDSKIN – Kong – A – NB – FROST
Gloom – Siouxsie Addon : Tired Liner and Round Blush
SSD. Ophelia – beauty marks
rotten {crybaby brows: default} honeyed milk . 04 [B]
Hair
AMBAR BEAUTY – WINSLIE HAIRBASE – BLACK HIGHLIGHT
Accessories
AFFLICTSINS – “Tormented” Corset Piercing eBODY v1
PROMAGIC Swarna Earrings
Random Matter – Hanako Glasses (Group Gift)
UKIYO : maeve claws [ebody reborn]
::Axix:: Kitty Gag Night Black (olde)
Body
MUDSKIN – Nayeon – shape – Ceylon (my edit)
LeLutka, Ceylon head
REBORN by eBODY v1.69.4
#ADORED – puffy turbo nipples – 01/warm [maitreya] (not available)
Ladybird. // Charlie (Hickies and Bites)
All the Poses are edited














