She would lay naked in bed, spread her legs open to the air and hold the photograph aloft with her hand. With her other hand she would massage the outer folds of her cunt while staring at the picture. As her pleasure increased, she would pinch the lips of her cunt, imagining her fingers to be clothespins. She would squeeze her clitoris between her two fingers, her eyes ever on the photograph as the heat spread rapidly through her body. It was not so much the idea of the pain of the woman in the photograph that aroused her. It was the image of herself, which she superimposed in her mind over the woman on the page. She imagined it was herself posing obscenely for the camera, her legs spread wide, her cunt clasped by clothespins. It was not difficult to imagine as she squeezed her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth between her fingers. She could picture it clearly in her mind.

When she was not in the position to be alone with her fantasies, she liked to hide them beneath her skirts in a manner of speaking. One of the things that gave Wanda great pleasure was wearing silk stockings held up by soft, but firm, leather garters. It was particularly pleasurable to wear the garters at the very apex of her thighs, where their tops rubbed against her cunt in certain positions. All she had to do was rub her thighs together, which could be managed in practically every position in which she found herself, sitting or standing, and she would feel the soft, warm leather insinuating itself into her cotton panties, creating the most arousing sensations. This feeling, coupled with the fact that she was in public, often gave her small tremors, which were the beginnings of an orgasm.

As she sat in a dark, rather threatening room, waiting for Mr. White to come out of the living quarters behind his office, she imagined the leather wrapped around the tender flesh of her thighs and pressed her legs together. She could feel the edges of it cutting softly into her cunt. The image of the leather wrapped around her flesh aroused her.