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You can’t look away. Not that you want to, but even if you did, you couldn’t. You can barely turn your head, and when you do the screen moves with it. Your eyes are glued to it for the foreseeable future, not that you’re complaining. It’s everything you could ask for. The video is showing a side profile of a man. He is fully covered in black polished latex and bent over on a leather padded sawhorse. The camera is watching his left side, positioned slightly higher than his back and about fifteen feet away. With the help of a mirror on the opposite wall your view is exquisite. You see everything. ...

Chapter 3 “Come on kitten, I’m hungry. Our last meal was breakfast, and even if it was a big one, now it’s evening and I want to eat something. Why can’t we go to a restaurant?” “Because I don’t wear the right clothing? I mean look at me. I’m driving around in latex, because you convinced me to wear it.” “Yes, and now, not only does July have a sealed shut mouth, nice work by asking Frank about it by the way, but you also have a new job, and we are going to see each other guaranteed in the future, even if you don’t want to hang out with me or take me on a date.” ...

PART 1 Peter Griffin had had to go on a month-long training course, and with his older children, Chris and Meg, away at Summer Camp, and Brian and little Stewie visiting with her parents, his wife, Lois, was lonely and very, very bored. In the first few days on her own, she had cleaned the house from top to bottom twice, cleared all of the accumulated junk out of the garage and basement and taken it to the dump and even weeded the garden, but after all that, was left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around wishing her family was back. ...

7. Satine “Sophie, darling, would you get me an Old Fashioned?” “Oui, Monsieur.” It was Halloween. We were out with friends, pre-gaming for “Boos and Booze” - a haunted house party for adults with poor impulse control. “Wow,” Lottie looked stunned, “did she lose a bet or something?” “Ha, something like that, yeah.” Sophie was my sexy French maid for the evening, as penance for the Rob incident. “I’m just trying to enjoy it, while I have the chance.” ...

Chapter 20 Nadia barely slept. All night the chastity belt’s slick latex extension had tormented her, sliding and pressing with every restless turn, keeping her swollen and aching, forever denied. But worse than the physical need was the terror of what Camelia had quietly suggested: Did you consider running? She lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, imagining the consequences. If she defaulted, Abyss would take fifty percent of everything. And Elise… Elise would never let her escape so easily. She still had all the photos. All the confessions. And worst of all, that video, the one where Nadia was on her knees in full rubber, hooded and collared, begging so prettily for release she would never receive. Elise would release everything the moment she ran. Her parents would see exactly what their successful daughter had become: a rubber freak, a chastity slut who had licked another woman’s feet for the chance at an orgasm she never earned. She would never be able to show her face again. The shame would destroy her family. It would destroy her. She could never allow the video out. ...

Baby Kit “Do you wear the harness under the baby clothes?” the caramel skinned colored woman, of Korean and Brazilian descent, asked. There was no reason for her to blush as she licked the woman’s pussy towards a second orgasm. Princess was insatiable most of the time as she found herself getting the former indentured servant off when she was around her once again. She didn’t mind. She was used to being subservient and this was far better treatment than she received the last few years from her old master. ...

7 It had been a few weeks since Valerie’s tearful goodbye at the airport. Jessie had remained living in the penthouse, but now fully as Eleanor’s plaything, becoming her submissive slave, where her days were a blur of surrender and bondage under her dominant, unyielding gaze. The pantry had become her second home, with countless hours spent hogtied on trays, stuffed and glazed, the chill seeping into her bones while chilli-soaked cords that she’d been trussed up with burned against her clit and the vegetables buried deep inside of her shifted with every breath. With Elena now living in another city, no one else remained to torment or distract her while she was stored. ...

Chapter Three - WhipMistress Sierra I don’t like surprises. I especially don’t like surprises when I know that lives are on the line. So when Master Arnold and Master Amani strode out to GrandMaster Karl and immediately began a heated conversation, I was especially attentive. I could see GrandMaster Karl’s mouth and could catch a word or two. Lip reading is a skill I picked up early in life and it has been useful many times. In fact, it saved my life once, but that is a whole different story. ...

Love. Love is a heavy thing. It suffocates you. Weighs on your soul. Suffuses your body. Melts down into your bones. Or, that at least was what Zoya was thinking as she drifted through the station’s control room alone. She checked her neural net to see the status of mining operations. 143,245 active units, with only two percent working below the company’s acceptable threshold. Well within the margins. With work going fine, her mind wandered back to the thing consuming her lately, that oppressive thing, love, and its most recent avatar in her life, a coworker by the name of Dren Cross. ...

Chapter 3 Sitting in a parking lot not far from the entrance of the office of “Art and Pets” Kathrine took a deep breath and tried to calm down for what was about to happen. Meredith had already left the car, and was waiting for her on the outside. She was wearing a simple white dress, shoes and her fox ears, and was trying to coax her out. “Come, kitten. You don’t have to worry. Even if you are nervous, we already have the ok from Frank, and you don’t need to hide it. It will just make the situation better. If you can’t take it anymore, just hide behind my back, and I’ll protect you. And don’t forget, as long as you wear that collar, you are my responsibility. What do you say, ready to come out?” ...

4: Accessible Ava A full-length mirror stood next to the door for the mistress’s large closet. A closer look showed it to be covered with dust and smudges. Ava retrieved a bottle of glass cleaner and a rag from her caddy of cleaning supplies. Catching her reflection, she noticed her headdress was slightly askew and paused to straighten it. Looking herself up and down she checked the rest of her uniform, stealing a moment of pride at her own appearance. ...

Charly had always been a bit wild and reckless; she had a penchant for adventure, a trait that often led her down paths others would shy away from. Her impulsive nature thrived on the thrill of the unknown, propelling her to challenge herself with daring feats. Today, she had chosen a rather unusual destination for her curiosity: a meat processing plant. The mere thought intrigued her, stirring a mixture of excitement and apprehension within her. ...

Part One: The Preparation The factory was silent at 2 a.m. Allie stood on the metal grating, the hum of idle machinery the only sound. Above her, the dipping vat loomed, a stainless steel behemoth still warm from the day’s last batch. The air smelled of cocoa butter and industrial cleaner. The sign above the loading dock read Enrobé: Custom Confectionery. Nothing more. The building was unmarked brick, easy to miss, but the windows glowed warm yellow. Inside, stainless steel counters gleamed next to whimsical displays: a life-sized chocolate carousel horse, a sugar glass chandelier, racks of novelty molds shaped like dinosaurs and ballerinas. Photos lined the far wall, past commissions for weddings, art galleries, and one very elaborate birthday party. This was not a factory. It was an eccentric artist’s playground. ...

6. Stretches “Come on baby, just a little more…” I was being punished. “… Stop whining, it’s not that hard.” “I can’t…” What did I do to deserve this? “I’m too tight!” “Fine.” She let go of my wrists, and I slumped, flat onto my back. “I’m gonna make us a brew.” I really did try my best. But you can’t fix decades of bad posture in an afternoon. “I WILL have you touching your toes by bedtime.” ...

Chapter 19 Nadia sat across from Evelyn in the dimly lit private lounge of Abyss, the air thick with tension. She had come here knowing exactly what Evelyn wanted - to push her, to bend her, to make her accept what she had been resisting for weeks. And yet, part of her had walked in willingly. Part of her needed to hear it, even if she loathed herself for it. ...

There was a discerning gaze emanating from coach Amelia Emerson as she watched one of her athletes, Sarah House, line up for what would be the last vault on the day. Last weekend, her team had been destroyed at a meet after nearly every single one of her athletes had one disaster after the other on both the vault and beam. Step outs, falls, etc. the deductions had mounted in rapid succession for every member of the team. ...

Chapter Two - Whipmaster Wu GrandMaster Karl Davidson was going to be Master of Ceremonies tonight. That wasn’t required by his position, but the reality is that powerful Masters and Mistresses often have delicate egos and would see great treachery in minor verbal faux pas. Thus someone with the diplomatic skills of the GrandMaster needed to make all of the introductions, explanations, and of course, the declaration of the winners. That was going to be even more important tonight since one of the four Whipmasters competing was actually a Whipmistress. ...

Chapter 18 Days later, Elise sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the pale cotton pajamas Alexandru had laid out for her. Her fingers twitched as she reached for them, hesitating as if the fabric might bite her. The texture was wrong - too dry, too loose, too alien against her skin. Her body had known nothing but the slick, constricting embrace of latex for an entire year, and now every movement, every sensation, felt raw and unnatural. The air itself felt like an unfamiliar thing, too open, too unpredictable. ...

Becky’s Repairs, Part 6 Blinding light streamed into the window through the gauzy fabric. A pair of nesting jackdaws just outside annoyingly announced the sun had indeed come up. Becky blearily rubbed her eyes, rudely bumping the handcuffs against her cheek, making her flinch. She groaned and took a quick peek at her phone before fumbling around the nightstand to find the key, rubbing her wrists on the way to the bathroom. “Maybe they chickened out. Maybe one of them had second thoughts,” she thought as she brushed her teeth. Becky halted wide eyed, staring at her reflection. “Maybe they got caught! Maybe… Maybe something went wrong! No. No, Justin would have called… probably…” The notions gnawed at her despite her dismissals. Dressed in slacks and a sweater, Becky headed down to the lobby for coffee and a croissant. The landlady briskly handed her some cream, her husband nowhere to be seen. Becky sat in a corner, pretending to peruse the local paper and nibble the pastry while her curiosity slowly grew. Finally, she huffed and headed back to her room. ...

Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had never used it before. This house was still new to her. It was his house. Except that now it was her house too. Just as she was now his. She would always be his. She examined her reflection. There wasn’t much time. Her hair and makeup were fine. The dress looked good, even if it wasn’t what she was used to. It was important that she look her best. This was a big night. Her introduction to a different kind of social position. One that was both more rarified, and at the same time far lower. ...