Anne Gray

(story continues from Ebony 2: Beauty & the Bitch) CHAPTER 3 – MEMORY MAYHEM Over the next two weeks Ebony and I had daily sessions to help her memorize the names of all those her selfish pursuit to reach her career goal had hurt. Besides humiliating her by making her learn how to deep throat a dildo and control her gag reflex there was a much more effective method. For at least a couple of hours each day I suspended her stark naked in a spread eagle and carefully attached twenty six small metal alligator clips to her body. The ear lobes, nipples, the soft skin inside her elbows and at the back of her knees each received one. Several went around the vagina, one on the clit and the last ones at her anus. All of the clips were wired to a control box and all of them were numbered. The numbers also appeared on the monitor beside the list of names. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Treasures Part 4: Returning the Favour! & Twins in Trouble) PART FIVE CHAPTER SEVEN – PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS! A day later Tatianna and Amy were deeply immersed in the paperwork and computer programs surrounding the inventory and preparations for the opening of Taitanna’s Treasures. In less than a week the renovations melding the two side by side properties into a single unit would be complete. The following week after that she planned for first the private invitation only opening and then, a few days later, the one for the general public. ...

A rainwear fetish story My rules are our rules, I make them and she is supposed to abide by them but had just defiantly broken one when she thought I was out of town. It was quite a simple rule compared to my others and very clear. If a coat, whether a raincoat or any other type, was designed with buttons, a belt and a hood then when it was being worn it had to be buttoned and belted with the hood up and secured. ...

Brigit could not believe it. What started as a seemingly huge piece of white cloth was gradually disappearing inside her mouth. The palms and fingers of two hands, covered in skintight kid leather gloves, rested on her cheeks as the thumbs gathered the last few inches of the torn bed sheet and forced it past her teeth. Tears filled her eyes as she wondered if her jaw was going to be dislocated but the experienced thumbs stopped after one last push and the hands of the blurred form in front of her left her face only to reappear with a big roll of tensor bandage in one and a couple of tissues in the other. ...

Meter Level One - Establishing A Base Line! As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom. ...

Chapter 1 – The Domme! The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina. The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up – then I stopped, removed both hands and sat back. ...

For this story Dan actually did the drawings first and then sent them to me to ‘write’ around. Thanks Dan “Well now, Daniella, I think we can agree that you are just a little sorry for being so stupid. I mean if you are going to cheat and lie the last person you should do that to is a Domme who is a professional oral surgeon. That, and the fact you betrayed me with a bitch who is not fit to lick my boots, is going to make you a very, very uncomfortable slave.” ...

It wasn’t a swagger, or even a strut, it was an attitude, she knew she looked good and she did. Even at just 5’ 6”, plus a bit more with the heels on the boots, she had an arrogance about her that managed to give the impression she was looking down her nose at everyone. In a sense she probably was. I suppose that kind of confidence was needed when you made your living defrauding people, but the clothes certainly helped complete the picture. The black leather coat didn’t need a belt because several buttons down the front pulled it snugly around her body from the closed neck, over a very impressive bust line, and nipping in tight at the waist before it flared slightly over her hips and dropped to the top of the matching black leather knee boots. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 9 - Party Pistons) Chapter 10 - The Rubber Match SNAP! Mmmfffph! SNAP! Mmmfffph! Jane selected another heavy rubber band from the pile and used two fingers on each hand to stretch it out. Sliding her thumbs between the two strands she pushed down to make the opening larger and then worked it over the already bulging flesh of Natasha’s right breast. SNAP! Mmmfffph! After the tenth one settled on top of the others around the base she stepped back and waited. Karen, who had been holding the girl’s right arm below shoulder height to stop the breast from being partially flattened while Jane snapped on the elastic bands, changed her grip. With one hand she held Natasha’s wrist while the other spread the girls fingers apart. ...

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams. The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table. ...

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams. The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table. ...

Debbie’s Dilemma Or Don’t Mess with Eddie! Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies. Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction. ...

Chapter 1 – The Take Down. A few weeks ago it had got to the point where Stephanie and Kathy, her long time best friend and partner of the last few years, just dreaded going to work. The Pink Panther nightclub featured exotic dancers and had given them a very good living with a circle of regular customers enjoying Stephanie’s statuesque figure with its curves in all the right places topped with a mane of blonde tresses. ...

It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. She wore one of those long quilted coats of some shiny material that almost reached her ankles and a woolen toque. The boots had platform soles and high heels but were quite sensible for the season. The coat had a hood and I wondered why she didn’t pull it up against the frigid wind. She carried one of those small shoulder knap sack like purses. ...

(story continues from Payback 4: Bitch Tickling!) Chapter 5: Justice for Jessica Even through my kid gloves I reveled in the sensuous feel of the fine leather as I lifted the hooded cloak out of my closet and draped it across my arm. It was the final touch to my outfit of glistening dark cherry coloured leather and a fitting sight for Jessica to remember on her last day with me. ...

Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse. It was only three weeks since I had cleared my ‘workshop’ of the last project. My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker. She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5’2”, body screaming for attention. I ran the picture through my mental computer. Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse. Over her left shoulder a half empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like girl in her late teens or early twenties. ...

Author’s note: This story is fiction; the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. I glanced to the left of my computer screen checking the monitor for the dungeon camera. The hi-tech equipment picked up the slow, if somewhat strained, rise and fall of her chest against the tight leather of the straight jacket. Her legs were encased in a double leg boot; a skintight kid leather helmet covered her head and the extremely large gag that had taken a fair amount of work to install. A butt plug and dildo were held firmly inside her by a crotch strap attached to the jacket. Wide, heavy leather straps held her down starting at the forehead then every 12” or so down to the last one that crossed the toe of the boot forcing her feet into an even more incredible arch. ...

(story continues from Mei Ling And Me!) There is something so incredibly sensuous about the sound of leather on leather. I don’t mean the crisp thwacking of a leather strap on leather covered buttocks although that does have its points. No, it’s the soft sibilant hissing sound made, like now, when my hand in its tight kid leather glove slides around her neck and shoulder to rest on the taut red leather covering her left breast and cup it in a gentle embrace. ...

(story continues from The Takeover 1 - Anne Acts) Chapter 2 – “Maria’s Misery” Maria was desperately trying to stop breathing. Not permanently you understand, but just for half a minute or even a few seconds! Anything that would stop the incessant torment to her nether regions and breasts. It was three hours since she had felt Anne’s kid gloved hand stroke her encased cheek and then watched, through tear-filled eyes, as the leather coated back disappeared and the clicking of the high heels stopped with the slamming of the front door. To Maria it had been an eternity; an eternity of torment and aching muscles. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 18) Chapter 19 – Just Hanging Around! Beth and I were both working on Dawn dressed in clinging black leather cat suits and high-heeled boots. We were uncertain whether the idea we had for the girl was practical or, in fact, even possible but time would tell. A ball gag and head harness had kept our subject quiet as we laced each arm into tight gloves and then heavy cone shaped leather mitts with a ring at the fingertips. The mitts had additional straps at the wrist and elbow. She was positioned on the playroom floor with the finger rings snapped to floor hooks on either side of her thighs ...

It was a dark and stormy night! No, really, it was. Well, in fact, it was late evening but it was dark and the rain was pelting down as I waited for my prey. The one I was after seemed to go for fashion rather than practicality and obviously, as I had counted on, didn’t bother listening to weather forecasts. I had watched her entering the office building earlier, before the forecasted rain started; dressed in a very smart, fawn coloured hip length coat. Smart yes, any protection in even a light drizzle no. She was very beautiful and very vain about her appearance. Now me, I was completely waterproof. ...

Since the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back garden. In my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine beauty. I knew for a fact that she was 5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement. ...

WARNING: This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. The bondage situation described should NEVER be attempted in real life as it could cause severe and permanent injury. The author appreciates the input from TENGEW who reviewed the draft. Well, maybe I had gone a bit too far! She certainly looked uncomfortable and the whines coming from behind the gag were somewhat plaintive. However, the pulley wheel only needed a few more turns to complete the exercise and she was not exactly in a position to stop me; so I continued. ...

(story continues from Cracking Crystal 4) leather; susp; kidnap; nc; X Chapter 5 – “Mind Games” It was ten days after my students had passed their final exam using little Miss Rich Bitch as the blackboard and since then I had been having a great deal of enjoyment playing with Crystals’ mind. There had been a little bit of fuss in the newspapers about her disappearance but it didn’t come to much. When they found her car at the airport the police seemed to lose interest. ...

(story continues from Meddling With Mandy 2) Meddling With Mandy 3 Messing with Monika by Anne Gray Chapter 3 – Messing with Monika (Originally posted as a sequel to Meddling with Mandy) The hood of her raincoat was certainly protecting her from the rain but it was also making it very easy for me to remain unseen. As the staccato click of her high heels came closer to my position I could see her head was bent against the driving rain and her kid gloved fingers were holding the red plastic tightly against her neck. ...

“Snuffle”! That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with her mouth wrapped around the feeding station. The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high. ...

“Snuffle”! That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with her mouth wrapped around the feeding station. The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high. ...

She had read many of my stories on the Internet and then sent several e-mails overflowing with praise for my writing and asking if it was possible to meet me because she had feelings just exactly like some of the characters I had portrayed. Well, I thought, why not? Tricia, I wrote, when you arrive in this city you will go directly to the hotel where you are pre-registered for a two night stay. Check in time is 3pm and as soon as you have unpacked I want you to go down to the coffee shop and have a light meal. I suggest a salad and a non-alcoholic drink then go back to your room and relax until 5:30pm. ...

Plump but pleasantly so! Or maybe statuesque would be a better word. I estimated her at 5’ 6” between 155 and 160 lbs and the black leather of the long coat just seemed to flow around her. Unfortunately there was a problem. The coat had a six button closing down the front and a tie belt. The buttons were undone and the belt was tied loosely in the small of her back like some sort of obscene tail. ...

No Mercy! by Anne Gray NO MERCY! by ANNE GRAY I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word – Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up! ...

She was a very lovely blonde and had everything going for her. She was in her early twenties with a full time job at the same company I worked for; and all the staff hated her! It was really very simple in that she was related to the owner and made sure everybody knew it. She was supposed to be “learning the ropes” before being promoted to management. But anytime there was a job to do that was in anyway difficult she dropped not so gentle hints that someone else should do it, and they usually did. I refused one day and she nearly got me in serious trouble. ...

The restrained moans and air whistling through her nostrils said it all. I was on the highway with my leather-clad housemate in the passenger seat and all I could think of was I wished it were me in her situation. We had met just over a year ago in, believe it or not, a leather clothing store. They were having a spring sale to clear merchandise before the hot weather and I was trying on skirts while, nearby, she was trying to pick a light jacket. ...

Chapter 1 - Introduction of the sub (Illustrated by SMS) Natasha was out of control and her mother was at the end of her tether. Even though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”. Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers she was toying with, she was so worried she could not sleep. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter 4 - Mistress’s Pleasure) Chapter 5 - A Breathless Trip “So how is our pet doing Jane?” Karen spoke as she steered the luxury SUV on to the highway increasing speed to merge with the other traffic. The two of them looked like a couple of fashion plates dressed for the chill early November weather and would have been quite at home lunching in any upscale restaurant or chatting at a cocktail party. Karen wore a red leather pantsuit with a black wool turtleneck sweater, black ankle boots and her hair tucked in a red leather poor boy cap. Resting on the steering wheel her hands were in a pair of short black kid leather driving gloves. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 5 - A Breathless Trip) Chapter 6 - Sauna Set Up Natasha was hanging by her toes – literally because the only other thing taking any weight besides her neck was the huge butt plug buried deeply inside her. It had only been a small sneeze; hardly noticeable except to the trained ear of someone like a registered nurse named Jane. They had arrived at the chalet and carried the tray containing the stringently bound Natasha inside before unloading the rest of the luggage and turning on the systems to make the fishing lodge comfortable. Jane had taken off Natasha’s blindfold and removed the gag plugging her mouth only to be rewarded with a sneeze. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 6 - Sauna Set Up) Chapter 7 - Sex on a Spit Jane and Karen were in seventh heaven - again. First one and then the other would explode with an orgasm so overpowering that, after getting their breath back, they told themselves that nothing could surpass it and then the next one would take them even higher. As lovers over the past few years they had found the secrets of bringing each other to a satisfying peak in their love sessions but now, with the introduction of Natasha to the equation, everything had taken on new dimensions that they found hard to believe. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 7 - Sex on a Spit) Chapter 8 - Homeward Bound The cape was a vision of flowing black leather. The high, cowl like collar was folded over and held snugly just touching her slightly raised chin by two large leather buttons, one under the other, at the left side of her neck. Just a glimpse of the crimson lining of the collar showed around the curved edge. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 8 - Homeward Bound) Chapter 9 - Party Pistons Jane and Karen were getting ready for their annual year-end party. This was for their straight friends who had no idea, as far as they knew, what went on behind the closed doors of their home. That included the intimate relationship they shared as well as the live toy for their fetish games – Natasha. This being the case the girl had to be well hidden because with fifteen to twenty people invited you could never tell where some one might wander in the house, particularly because, since all the guests were using a taxi or limousine, the open bar would be a favorite spot. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors) Chapter 2 - The Ottoman It was several weeks later and Marsha had called to say she had received yet another E-mail from “Nati” and would bring it over later for them to read. Since Karen had written the piece, and all the others sent before it, they had a good laugh while preparing for her visit. Now the three of them were relaxing in the living room. Jane and Karen were dressed in tailored leather slacks, cable knit sweaters and ankle boots while Marsha looked radiant in a stone washed denim dress with flared skirt and a wide white belt. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch) Chapter 4 - Mistress’s Pleasure Natasha really wished she could turn back the clock a few years and not have been such a brat with her mother then this would never have happened. ‘This’ was being forced to be the third participant in an evening where Jane and Karen were having all the fun and she was doing most of the work - with her mouth! ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter 2 - The Ottoman) Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch Cackle, cackle, cackle! Have an apple my sweetie! The voice seemed to come from the face of the hag like Disney witch riding her broomstick across Jane and Karen’s covered porch. It was Halloween and they had decorated their front garden and entrance to welcome the neighborhood youngsters as they came yelling “Trick or Treat” and helped themselves to an apple from the barrel near the witch. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 9)_ Bondage Barbie 10 by Anne Gray Chapter 10 - “Travelling Tied” What with the new experience of having Beth living with me and both of us spending time putting Dawn through every conceivable form of bondage, I had neglected several errands that needed to be done. Consequently, I decided to look after them and take Beth with me for her first leather restrained outing in public. We spent nearly two hours getting Dawn completely encased in leather and doubled up into the leather-covered box. While I fitted the two halves of the box lid around her neck and finished tightening the helmet and gag straps, Beth went to wash her hair and have a shower. She came back in just a bathrobe as I was positioning Dawn’s box where she could watch at least some of the process I was going to use on Beth. She could only move her eyes anyway. Sitting in two chairs facing each other I handed Beth a pair of tight kid gloves and told her to put them on. After she had worked them up her arms to the elbow I held out a small disposable plastic glove while she pushed her right hand into it. I did the same for the left hand. These protected the leather of the gloves as I took each hand, squeezed the fingers together and taped them from wrist to fingertip. Pointed leather mitts, with small steel rings at the tip, now laced over each hand making them even more useless. She was completely docile as I continued to get her ready for her outing. Stripping off the robe I fitted her with a waist cinching leather corset and settled those lovely breasts into the bra cups before tightening the laces down her back. Following my instructions she knelt on the floor with her back towards me and there were a couple of groans, probably of pleasure, as I worked the large butt plug up inside her. Adjusting her position so she was still kneeling but leaning back with her legs wide apart, I installed a 7" dildo and then held a pair of latex panties while she slipped her feet into them and I pulled them up her legs and in place over her buttocks. She sat on a chair as I got her legs into a pair of skintight kid leather pants and then stood up so I could lace them down the back of her calves to the ankle and close the fastenings at the waist. Sitting again she pushed hard to get her feet into the stiletto heeled boots which I then laced up to her thighs. I held out a beautiful green suede shirt so she could slip her arms into it and I buttoned it down the back, tucked it into the top of the leather pants, and fastened the wrist buttons. A wide leather belt buckled firmly around her waist covered the join. Going to the bench I selected a special crotch strap that I attached to the front of the belt and pulled snugly between her legs to fasten the other end to the back of the belt. There was a small snap hook on the strap level with her vagina. She sat again as I did her hair and makeup. I didn’t bother with lipstick; she wouldn’t need any. A pair of drop earrings finished the job. Going to the closet I selected a full-length black leather, double-breasted trench coat that had been adapted for just this situation. Beth obediently held her arms so I could slide the coat on and settle it over her shoulders. She looked puzzled until I held open the right pocket and told her to put her leather-confined hand inside. I had opened the seam at the bottom of the pocket and as the tip of her mitt came through I simply snapped the ring on the end through the hook over her crotch. The left hand got the same treatment and then I proceeded to close the coat properly. Beth stood perfectly still on those high heels as I buttoned the coat and then tightened the belt around her waist so the garment was done up the way it had been designed. I could never understand women who purchased a coat that was designed to be fitted and then tied a knot in the belt at the back and walked around like they had a tail or left it unbuttoned and flapping in the wind. There were several snap fasteners in the inside edge of each pocket that matched some on the edge of the sleeve cuffs and I did those up. Beth looked quite natural standing with her hands in her pockets and nothing indicated her true situation. For the first time since I had started getting her dressed Beth spoke and said how much she was enjoying the experience. She was firmly restrained and helpless but didn’t feel that uncomfortable; that was about to change. I selected a large, colorful silk scarf and arranged it around her neck then knotted it loosely at the back under the collar of the coat. The leather gag filled her mouth and I covered it with a wide piece of tape before buckling a soft leather gag strap over her mouth and fastening it tightly behind her head. Now the scarf came up over her mouth and I attached it to the top edge of the gag strap with small pieces of velcro, it looked quite natural and I finished buttoning the coat under her chin and closed the storm flap. Reaching across her shoulders I lifted the hood of her coat and adjusted it to frame her face with a couple of curls of hair showing on either side. I closed a flap across her neck and under her chin that held the hood firmly in place. Putting on my own 3/4 length leather winter jacket I led Beth out to the garage and opened the front passenger door of the van for her. After she had settled back in the seat I adjusted the coat neatly over her knees and fixed the seat belt across her lap. The other part of the belt came over her shoulder and snapped into its holder at the left of the seat. I used a short strap to lock her boot ankles together and attach them to the metal bar under the front seat. Climbing into the van behind her I fixed the height of the neck rest and then buckled a short strap attached to the back of the hood around the supporting back of the padded rest. Completely restrained, gagged and helpless she was, to anyone looking into the van, quite naturally just dressed for winter. I went back and blindfolded Dawn, then after one more tug on her gag strap, left to do my errands. At each stop I left the van parked in full view of people passing by, the windows had a very light tint and anyone could look in. At the first stop Beth’s eyes had a worried look. This was part of the game - would she be discovered and someone see how she was bound? It didn’t happen of course, and after the third stop, I felt she needed another sensation. Parking in a fairly remote section of a mall lot I opened the glove compartment and took out another toy. Loosening the seat belt I reached up under Beth’s coat and worked the small vibrator pad between the crotch strap and the leather pants. I hid the thin wire from it down her leg under the coat and over to the center console. I did the seat belt up again and drove out of the lot. I warned her not to make any fuss as I pulled into traffic and plugged the vibrator into the cigarette lighter socket. Even restrained as I had her she was soon squirming but could not move enough to be noticed by other drivers. She groaned and squealed through the gag as we drove along and after a few minutes I unplugged the gadget. I told her that at the next stop I would be parking in full view of the shoppers and turn it on again so if she called attention to herself we would both be in trouble. For the first time I saw a touch of fear in her eyes, which was just the reaction I was looking for. True to my word I parked and plugged the toy in again. As I left and locked the doors Beth was desperately trying to sit still. She could turn her leather covered head just enough against the bonds to look at me with pleading eyes - it didn’t work. I didn’t stay away too long because the vibrator was working off the van’s battery and with the cold weather I didn’t want to take any chances of problems starting up again; at least not with the state my passenger was in. The leather over Beth’s lap was moving slightly as she tried to pull her hands away from the hook holding them against her vagina. Cold or not there was a bead of perspiration on her forehead and she moaned at me as I climbed into the driver’s seat. I disconnected the toy again. Taking a long route home I took us on the expressway and once I was up to maximum speed I reached down and plugged the unit in again. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 10)_ Chapter 11. Holiday Bound I tightened the seat belt and shoulder harness to keep Beth firmly in the front seat of the van. Her gloved hands were laced in leather mitts but seemed to rest quite naturally in the pockets of the belted leather trench coat she was wearing. In fact the metal rings on the ends of the mitts were attached to the snap hook on the crotch strap which ran from the front of the waist belt between her legs and up to the back of the belt. It also held the semi-rigid inserts in place. She was wearing a pair of tight black leather slacks and knee length laced boots with very high heels. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 11)_ Chapter 12 - Cold Comfort The muffled grunts and moans came clearly through the small speaker in the earplug I was wearing. They were being picked up from the equally small microphone taped over Beth’s gagged mouth. Not surprisingly they also coincided with the motion of the snowmobile as I drove it across the field behind the chalet. It was a beautiful sunny but cold day that had started as usual with us working on Dawn after breakfast. She was now hanging from a heavy-duty hook screwed into one of the oak beams that crossed the ceiling of the living room. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 12)_ Chapter 13 - Snow Ponies For obvious reasons my charges had not moved, both being gagged and blindfolded with Beth hog-tied on her stomach in the middle of the floor and Dawn folded almost double over the cross bar. They could not tell I was back so I relaxed with a drink and left them as they were while I checked a German bondage video to refresh my memory. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 13)_ Chapter 14 – The Ultimate 69 Since coming to live with me Beth had become almost insatiable. Whether she was tormenting Dawn with increasingly stringent bondage positions and outfits or was herself on the receiving end of my hobby, Beth kept coming back for more. Many days I would slow her down by simply tying her hand and foot, forcing a large gag in her mouth and leaving her to stew. The problem was that when I did release her she was so wound up and excited it sometimes took hours to get her satisfied. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 14)_ Chapter 15 – The Rawhide Experience My most ambitious outfit for Dawn was also extremely expensive. Preparing for its use the next day I put all the components in a large bucket and lowered them into the hot tub overnight. To keep her quiet during the process Beth forced a large rubber ball in Dawn’s mouth and buckled a strap around her head to keep it in place. A blindfold kept her from seeing the rest of the preparations and I pulled the bucket from the hot tub, put it on a small trolley and wheeled it over to the table where we had her strapped down. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 15)_ Chapter 16 – Bound to Return Dawn was going to be riding home from the chalet in style, but not a style she would appreciate. On the top of my van was a streamlined luggage container. It was permanently attached to the roof and the curved front presented little wind resistance. The hinged top opened lengthwise for loading and then clamped down to be completely weatherproof; the unit had originally been designed for skis and duffle bags. Two padlocks allowed me to lock it securely. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 16)_ Chapter 17 – “The Meal Game” It was my turn to play “The Meal Game”; Beth had done it last Saturday evening and failed. There were two main pieces of equipment needed for the game – the chair and Dawn! The chair was an oversize, heavy, straight-backed dining room piece that we had modified. There were locking casters on each leg and just above them a piece of ½” plywood formed a solid platform. Above that there was a half-moon shape cut out from the front of the padded seat. The inside edge of the cut out had a series of small screw eyes at about 1” intervals and there was a threaded socket in the seat just in front of the backrest. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 17)_ Chapter 18 – Suspended Surrender It was hard to believe that after all we had put her through over the last few months Dawn still had a spark of defiance left. Beth had been careless and that allowed Dawn to swing a free arm and catch her across the mouth with the back of a leather-covered hand. The damage had been minimal, except to Beth’s pride, but I was determined to extinguish that spark. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie!)_ Bondage Barbie 3 & 4 by Anne Gray Chapter 2 - Settling In. The bra came off and released her breasts from their prison; they would soon have another. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall down her legs then gently slid my hands inside her panty hose and moved them down to the top of her boots. There was no need for me to resist the obvious temptation, so I didn’t. My finger caressed the inside of her thighs and gradually moved to her groin. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 2)_ Bondage Barbie 3 & 4 by Anne Gray Chapter 3 “The First Day” Waking just after seven thirty, I showered and had a cup of coffee before getting dressed. The pink leather of my bra matched the short shorts and knee boots. I felt comfortable and ready to face my guest. Quietly entering the playroom I touched her cheek and she jerked against my hand. Sleeping, she had probably hoped this was just a nightmare that would be over when she woke up - she was wrong. Taking off the blindfold and removing her gag, I gave her a long kiss on the lips before holding the glass of water for her. It was over eleven hours since I had started to dress her in the outfit she had on so I knew her limbs would not be working too well. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 3)_ Bondage Barbie 7 by Anne Gray Chapter 4 – The Disappearance She woke me with her struggles after a few hours but I needed to get up anyway and finalize my plans to cash in those travelers checks. Taking her through to sit on the pot I ran a strap around her elbows and across the back. This pulled her single gloved hands tightly against her stomach; her ankles got tied to the floor rings. Since she was still gagged and blindfolded I left her there and went to get dressed. Pulling on Dawn’s boots and trench coat, I locked up and drove towards her house. Twice I drove passed her home and all was quiet. Being winter it was nearly dark even though it was just after seven. I took the chance and pulled into the driveway, opened the garage door and closed it behind my car. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 4)_ Bondage Barbie 5 by Anne Gray Chapter 5 “The Box” After breakfast the next morning I spoke to her for the first time. She didn’t seem too happy to hear that I planned to continue to show her what real bondage was all about and hoped she enjoyed her day. Her complaints, of course, fell on deaf ears. Naked, except for a gag, I had her restrained between the floor posts. A collar around her neck attached to the ceiling pulley rope and held her upright. Starting with the laced gloves and finger mitts her hands were soon immobilized and from the closet I produced a new black leather jacket. This one laced down the back and had 2" diameter holes in the bra cups. When it was tightly done up her breasts tried to squeeze through the holes and her nipples stood out proudly. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 5)_ Bondage Barbie 5 & 6 by Anne Gray Chapter 6 – A Material Change I had several errands to do and started by visiting my bank and depositing most of Dawn’s cash; then spent time at my favorite leather store picking out some new outfits. Another stop was downtown in a store known for its “naughty novelties” and I paid cash for several items that would make life interesting for my guest. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 6)_ Bondage Barbie 7 by Anne Gray Chapter 7 “The Figurehead Position” The next day she actually tried, weakly, to defy me and as a punishment ended up in a position that stretched every muscle in her body to its limit. Forcing a temporary ball gag between her teeth I explained exactly what was going to happen and how she would be left while I spent the rest of the day doing some more shopping. The video camera was loaded and fixed on its tripod to record the proceedings. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 7)_ Bondage Barbie 8 by Anne Gray Chapter 8 - A Friend in Need The phone call from Beth came just after lunch. She had a problem and wondered if she could come over and talk. Beth was a lovely girl in her mid twenties just a couple of years younger than me. We had gone through college together and frequently went out for a meal or movie. Over the years I had often wondered whether I should tell her about my “interests” but always decided on the side of caution. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 8)_ Bondage Barbie 9 by Anne Gray Chapter 9 - “One Willing, One Not!” I need not have been concerned about Beth, as I released her from the first taste of real bondage she couldn’t stop thanking me. After a long, warm shower and a late meal we sat in the living room and talked into the night about what I had done, her reactions to it, and what the future could hold for us both. It was not long before we decided that she should move in with me, at least on a trial basis. ...

Bondage Barbie 1 & 2 by Anne Gray Chapter 1 - The Requisition Just after dark around 6 pm, I had slipped the lock on the side door and now waited as she returned to her house through the connecting door from the garage. The leather bag with a drawstring opening was ready. As she moved passed me with her arms full of packages, I whipped it over her head and pulled the string closed around her neck. The packages fell as I reached around and grabbed both her wrists forcing them behind her back. Before she could react I snapped on a pair of handcuffs; there was no chain between them so they held her wrists tightly together. ...

Cracking Crystal by Anne Gray Chapter 1 – Arrogance Rewarded. She was an arrogant, supercilious, stuck up, snarky bitch and it was time to take her down a peg or two; it would be my pleasure to do it. Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude that not even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like they were something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappy sandals she favoured. Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Gucci handbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enough of her insulting behavior. ...

(story continues from Cracking Crystal)_ Cracking Crystal 2 by Anne Gray Chapter 2 – Crystal’s First Night By Anne Gray The steady tug on the come-a-long clamps had Crystal struggling to keep up with me trying to avoid the pain in her nipples. “Enjoy this little walk, Crystal,” I said as I pushed the button for the elevator, “I intend to make you extremely uncomfortable for your first night with me and one of the things I can promise is that this will be the last time for maybe weeks that you get to walk in your bare feet.” ...

(story continues from Cracking Crystal 2)_ Chapter 3 – Good Morning - Bitch! It was obvious from the look on her face that Crystal didn’t appreciate me allowing her to hang around at my place! But then again, I hadn’t asked whether she wanted to or not. Each hand was in a tight rubber glove, then folded into a fist and wrapped with several turns of tape, before being laced inside a rubber mitt that extended halfway up the forearm. The wrist sections were boned; they had to be because she was hanging by them from two pulley hooks in the ceiling of my dungeon. The hooks were over 4’ apart making her arms the top half of the spread eagle; her legs formed the bottom half. Rubber straps around each ankle sported heavy D rings that were connected with short chains to floor rings an equal distance apart as the ceiling hooks. ...

(story continues from Cracking Crystal 3)_ Cracking Crystal 4 by Anne Gray FFF/f; bond; leather; susp; nc; XX Chapter 4 – The Worst Nightmare! While Crystal was resting as best she could I made a few phone calls. It was now Sunday afternoon and I needed to prepare for the evening. As a leather domme, and well paid teacher of the trade, I had several pupils under instruction. Three of them were on a high intensity, very expensive, four week course and were ready for their final exam before leaving Canada and being set loose on the local scene in their home countries. ...

Author’s Note: For more than two decades it has been my honour and pleasure to write stories that have been well received by more than three million readers. I have received several awards from the world of bondage enthusiasts for which I will always be grateful. Time, however, is a hard taskmaster that has delivered several on-going health problems including two heart attacks and several mini-stokes. At one time when I was writing my fingers could not keep up with the thoughts and ideas coming from my brain. Several of my shorter works were done in a couple of hours. Now, however, writing has become almost hard work and this story has taken over a year from start to finish. ...

(story continues from Ebony) CHAPTER 2 – BEAUTY AND THE BITCH Now, it was three days later and it had been a very uncomfortable seventy two hours for my current project. I had used many little tricks other than the basic restraints to start convincing Grace, who I now called Ebony, that she no longer had any control over anyone or anything. Meals were force fed through the ring gag, a catheter meant she had given up control of her bladder and a butt plug that was adapted to connect with a pump that hygienically cleared any waste relieved her of even that basic function. ...

Meddling With Mandy by Anne Gray Chapter 1 – “A Kidnapping Simplified” This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone or promote any activity that is not entirely consensual! I waited, watching closely as Mandy’s chest rose, straining against the multiple restraints, to inhale air through the hollow nostril tubes. As soon as I judged her lungs were as full as they were going to get I abruptly hit the computer key that activated the program and closed the air intake of the gas mask clamped over her face. ...

(story continues from Meddling With Mandy) Meddling With Mandy 2 by Anne Gray Chapter 2 – Mad About Mandy (Originally posted as a sequel to Meddling with Mandy) I had taken Mandy on Friday night and kept her in very severe bondage that included introducing her to the computer breath control program on Sunday. Now it was Monday morning and, acting on a hunch, I had left her helplessly strapped to my “worktable” and driven to a pay phone. ...

Mei Ling And Me! by Anne Gray It was not planned so I suppose you could call it accidental. In any event it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I had just seated myself at one of the conference dinner tables. As usual at these events there were ten chairs squashed around the table and only the chair next to mine was still vacant. After the usual introductions the nine of us settled back down and I glanced around to notice her standing at the entrance to the meeting room looking lost. One of the hotel banquet Captains approached her, turned, studied the room and immediately gestured for her to follow him. He had spotted the empty chair at my table. ...

(story continues from Payback!) Chapter 2: The Colour of Greed Jessica was in my salon chair and I used pressure on the back of her neck to hold her head still as I forced the thick, stubby, rubber penis gag all the way in until the flange settled over her teeth and inside her cheeks. The gag was attached to an upright post that, in turn, had its base welded to a metal bar over her lap between the two armrests. ...

(story continues from Payback 2: The Colour of Greed) Chapter 3: Invading the Shrine! There was a ring set in the crown of the head harness and I reached around to feed a narrow strap from it to another set in the leather at the point of her elbows. She was on her stomach so, as I pulled on the strap, her head came up and, sitting in front of her, I could now look directly at her face. ...

(story continues from Payback 3: Invading the Shrine!) Chapter 4: Bitch Tickling! I was extremely comfortable lounging back on what I called my reclining pleasure board. That’s really what it was; a board measuring three feet wide by six and a half feet high softly padded with a kid leather covering. The bottom edge was anchored to the floor and the top reclined back about fifteen degrees off the vertical. Halfway down two wide padded ‘arms’ jutted out at forty-five degree angles supporting my buttocks and thighs. My legs bent comfortably at the knee over the ends of each arm allowing my stilettos to rest on the ends of two other supports near the floor. ...

Chapter 1: Payback Time “Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.” I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together. All very basic, but effective. ...

PROLOGUE As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 1)_ CHAPTER 4 – IN THE NET! Amy was in a daze. The emotions and fantastic feelings she just experienced over the last half hour had grabbed her by the soul, shaking her to the very core and they had not yet worn off. In fact she hoped they never did because it was as if a brilliant light had suddenly reached a big, ugly dark spot inside her bursting it wide open until the light reached to the ends of every nerve in her body. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 2)_ CHAPTER 5 – INTO MY PARLOR. As soon as she knew Amy would have left for work Tati accessed her computer and read both her diary and the paper she had written. That girl was going to be very tired during her shift thought the Domme; obviously she didn’t take the time to get some sleep. Everything she read was just perfect. She had the girl exactly where she wanted her and still had four months to complete her task. It would not take that long, in fact, if she played her cards right it would happen on the morning that Amy finished her last shift before she started her holidays. Life was good and promised to be very profitable. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 3)_ CHAPTER 6 – CLOSING THE TRAP! For the remaining couple of weeks Amy worked and so did Tati. Supposedly, for her playmates’ sake, she was an investment analyst who worked from home via her computer. In fact, while Amy was sleeping with her wrist and ankle restraints keeping her exactly where Tati wanted her, the industrial espionage expert was out and about finalizing her plans. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 4: Closing the Trap)_ CHAPTER 7 - THE WAIT! A very satisfied Tatianna lowered the cart from the van and hooked a ceiling pulley to the sides of the canvas bag. Up, out and on to the garage floor she spilled the girl, wrists and ankles still bound; gag and blindfold in place and just starting to wake up. She pulled her through in to the house. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 7: The Wait) CHAPTER 7: THE WAIT! - PART 2 The girl could only watch as Tatianna set up their next session. She spread a big square of thin plastic sheeting, like painters use, over the carpet in the middle of the living room. Out on the patio she had found a wrought iron loveseat with polished wooden slats for the seat and she carried it through to set it on the plastic. ...

PART ONE PROLOGUE “Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!” Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Treasures Part 1: Preparations!)_ PART TWO CHAPTER TWO – COMING TOGETHER! Since she would be a first time guest at the private party Tatianna did not expect to play and so, out of courtesy to the hostess, she did not wear her full Domme leather cat suit outfit. Instead she chose a pale blue leather skirt with a matching jacket over a dark blue silk blouse. Her knee-high stiletto heeled boots and kid gloves matched the blouse making for a very striking presentation. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Treasures Part 2: Coming Together & Details, Details)_ PART THREE CHAPTER FOUR – THE TEST. Grand Mistress Vivien introduced the Executive Committee to Tatianna and Anne. There were two men and two other women. The men wore typical black silk shirts and leather pants. One Tati already knew but the other was older with a white goatee and moustache. The women showed a bit more personality in their dress in that one wore a short black leather skirt and over the knee stiletto heeled boots while the other was in a body hugging corset and hobble skirt that didn’t seem to hobble her in the least. ...

(story continues from Tatianna’s Treasures Part 3: The Test)_ PART FIVE CHAPTER FOUR – RETURNING THE FAVOUR! Later that night Anne and Tatianna were lying in each other’s arms feeling very satisfied with the way the day’s events had gone and, especially, the way they had spent the rest of the evening. Amy was completely exhausted and sound asleep bound to the bed in the spare room. She was worn out from finding that the Triple D in the hands of one insatiable dominatrix didn’t come even close to what it could do to her in the hands of two. ...

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. 8 The Leather Twins by Anne Gray Copyright: Anne Gray, November 2002 Chapter 1 – The First of the Set! I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 9: Drink Your Milk)_ Part Ten - Masterpiece Chapter 19 – “Wheeled Clean Outs!” Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them. Our current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long time planning how it would be done. Early in the day they had both been fed and showered and now sat in the playroom, bound hand and foot, watching our preparations. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece)_ Part Eleven - It Never Rains but It Pours Chapter 21 – It Never Rains But It Pours! I was playing gentle tongue tag with Susan and gradually building towards yet another explosive release. As we lay facing each other on my bed I chased her studded tongue around behind the ring gag that kept her mouth wide open for me and fondled her erect ring pierced nipples with one hand. My other arm was under her neck holding her head close to me and the belt around our waists made sure that the lower part of our bodies were snugly melded together. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 11: It Never Rains but It Pours)_ Part Twelve - “Mmppff” Chapter 22 - “MMPPFFF” WHAPPP! MMPPFF! “Damn it Amy at this rate we’re going to lose.” I moaned. The db meter that measured sound volume was only 6” from her mouth and had hit 56 as the leather strop landed across the tight leather covering her ass cheeks. Karen had not held back as she swung the 2’ long piece of thick 3” wide leather from over her shoulder to cut down on an angle across Amy’s buttocks. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 12: “Mmppff”)_ Part 13 - Teamwork & the Piebald Pair Chapter 23 – “Teaching Teamwork.” Amy was in the middle of a massive orgasm and as a result Susan was suffering; in fact she was suffocating. A few minutes before the situation had been reversed and now Karen and I watched to see if any lessons had been learned. Each of them was positioned on their left side laced in skintight, crotchless leather cat suits. They were securely bound facing each other in the classic sixty nine position with their heads level with the others crotch. Their legs were encased in thigh high ballet boots then bent at the knee and strapped to their thighs. Their knees were held wide apart with spreader bars that were clamped to vertical poles set in the floor. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 13: Teamwork & the Piebald Pair) Chapter 25 – “Childs Play” It was a beautiful, bright, crisp autumn day that my sister and I were enjoying as we strolled through the small town about 25 miles from home. That morning we had paid a visit to our favourite fetish store, made a few purchases and then stopped on the way home to do some window shopping. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part Three: The First Day Continues)_ Part Four - The Next Step & More of the Same Chapter 7 – The Next Step Over the next few days we had a wonderful time trying them in several outfits and positions; gradually they almost resigned against the inevitable. Even so we never gave either of them the slightest chance to resist or try to retaliate against us. While we worked on them for those first days only one arm or leg would be free from restraint at any given time. We agreed that Susan was the most compliant to our ministrations while Amy still had a defiant look in her eyes. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 4: The Next Step & More of the Same)_ Part Five - The Sisters Embrace Chapter 9 – The Sisters Embrace! We had initiated Susan and Amy into individual bondage, but over a cocktail last night, we had come up with the idea of melding them into a single tableau. After a couple of hours discussion, during which the girls stared at us in horror, Karen and I had things planned to the last detail. This was going to take some time so we started right after their breakfast had a chance to settle. This time we started with Susan while Amy sat, almost comfortably bound and gagged, where she could watch. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 5: The Sisters Embrace)_ Part Six - A Sister Sandwich Chapter 11 – A Sister Sandwich The girls might have been satiated after their ride but Karen and I were as horny as hell. We decided to look after that problem and then enjoy a good night’s sleep. One of our huge king size beds was just about big enough for what we had in mind. We started by strapping their arms in a wrist to elbow position and pulling leather pouches over them. More straps across the shoulders and between their breasts then back to the pouches locked them in place. After what we had done to them their arms were almost comfortable. We pulled their hair out of the way into tight ponytails. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 6: A Sister Sandwich)_ Part Seven - Birthday Bonds Chapter 11 – Birthday Bonds We had settled our girls for the night after another exhausting, for them, day of bondage fun. As always they were severely restrained but in such a manner that they should be able to get some rest. Karen and I had decided to have a couple of drinks and discuss our plans for tomorrow. It was our birthday and since, as identical twins, we had usually received identical gifts it was now our habit to try and surprise each other with something different. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 7: Birthday Bonds)_ Part Eight - Breaking Amy Chapter 15 - Breaking Amy! Susan would be the static member of this set up but would still play an important part so we started to get her ready first. Her gloved fingers taped and laced into leather mitts we fitted a jacket on her upper torso that had a built in and heavily boned corset. When that was laced down the back we bent her arms up between her shoulder blades and strapped them tightly. Her elbows touching in the small of her back made the tops of her breasts bulge out of the 2” openings in the bra cups. We would need access to them later. A temporary gag was keeping her quiet as we worked on her outfit and the next step was a large butt plug that I pushed all the way in, Karen taped over the stretched opening. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 8: Breaking Amy)_ Part Nine - Drink Your Milk Chapter 17– Drink your milk – or Else! Susan and Amy were facing each other their knees, almost touching, were spread wide and held in place by cord to floor rings. Ankles crossed and lashed to another ring then straps around their upper thighs completed the job of holding them to the floor. The girl’s legs were encased in kid leather thigh boots with punishing en pointe shoes. Showing above the tops of the boots their buttocks were covered in skintight leather pants. There were no crotches in the pants but before we had dressed them we forced in long, ridged butt plugs and taped them in place. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins)_ Part One - Collecting the Set Chapter 1 – The First of the Set! I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella. The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers, that along with the rain obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part Two: Amy & Susan)_ Part Three - The First Day Continues Chapter 5 – The First Day Continues! Taking time for a leisurely meal and after relaxing for an hour we visited our new playthings again before we tidied up. Both had their eyes closed and didn’t know we were back until they felt our hands on their leather covered cheeks. Unable to struggle in the severe bondage they could, and did, moan at us through the gags however we were not finished with them in their current outfits. Karen fitted a leather blindfold over Amy’s eyes and tightened the strap behind her head while I removed the beautiful cape from Susan followed by the wig then also blindfolded her. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part One: Collecting the Set)_ Part Two - Amy & Susan Chapter 3 – The Initiation of Amy. After a few hours sleep Karen and I met in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Then, dressed in tight one-piece black vinyl swimsuits and matching knee boots, we went through to the playroom. Our house is a sprawling ranch bungalow on four acres of land. It has a three-car garage and the playroom is behind the garage through a door hidden in the back of a spare bedroom closet. The design is such that unless you know where to look, or are looking down from directly above, the windowless addition is not readily noticeable. ...

Chapter 1: Anne Acts I had judged the time and opportunity perfectly as Maria was walking passed my door towards the parking lot exit. “Maria – hey don’t go out like that, come in here.” She hesitated, looked at me, and then her eyes dropped away from mine and she came into my office. “It’s so cold out there and just look at you.” As I spoke I moved around my desk to meet her. “You need someone to look after you don’t you?” ...