Hazard

I cannot speak. The ring behind my teeth holds my jaws wide apart, its strap, tight around my head, pulling my lips back into a wide unmoving grin. I cannot see. Shaped latex covers are glued over my eyes revealing only a vague pink glow when I am in bright light. I cannot walk unaided. Thigh-length leather 9” heeled ballet boots are laced snugly over my smooth latex stockinged legs, allowing only a slight bend at the knees. Silver cuffs wrap around my ankles and clasp my legs above my knees, joining them together with 6” silver chains. ...

This is one that I wrote for Vicki at Necrobabes but they haven’t updated their text stories for ages so if you like it, go right ahead. I don’t know if you’re into the concept of crossing the line, as opposed to just flirting with it, but this has plenty of latex and bondage to keep you happy. Enjoy/Hazard.. I told him, I have no regrets. The chaplain. He was just here again. Wanting me to repent, to save my soul. ...

Story moved to Weekend with Anya 5

Julie watched the last of the ice cubes melt in the bathtub. She dipped her finger in the bright red liquid but it was still too hot. She slipped the two dildoes in front and back and fastened her chastity belt over them, locking it in place. She covered her naked body with talc and started to slide the blue latex suit up her legs. She loved the feeling of the tight smooth latex against her shaved skin. ...

The job as aide to Senator Nichols had seemed like the perfect career move. Here was a chance for Nancy to gain some visibility and recognition in the political world. When, after three months on the job, the Senator asked her to help with the new penal reform proposals, she saw it as a chance to really make an impact. She moved to a new office just down the hall from the Senator and began her research. A couple of weeks later, she handed her preliminary findings to the Senator’s secretary and went back to work. The following morning, she was called to the her boss’ office. Unable to believe that her report had already been digested, Nancy wondered what she might have done to upset the Senator. She walked tentatively down the hallway with butterflies in her stomach, pausing at the mirror to check her make-up. She looked herself in the eye, took a deep breath and walked bravely into the waiting room. ...

Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity was dragging it back. “Finally,” she said to herself as it clicked over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples. Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on film. ...

story continues from part one Part Two Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. “I think you need a big hug,” she said, leading me into a room I hadn’t seen before. Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and slipped it into my still wet pussy. “It’s radio-controlled,” she said, smiling. The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around a frame. Anya untied my arms and told me to get in. This was the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber sheets and laid down. The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth. Then she told me to put my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed. Anya pushed earplugs in my ears so that I couldn’t hear a thing. She pulled the top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed. I found I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly through the rubber sheet. ...

Chapter 1: Germany Bound Anya and I had met on several occasions when she came to New York or I travelled to Germany on business. She was our dealer in Germany and I was her representative. Typically, my European trips were whistle-stop tours of several countries with no time for sightseeing so when she asked me to join her for two major fashion shows in two consecutive weeks, I was very excited at the prospect of spending some time in one country. The first show was Tuesday through Friday in Essen, the second from Monday through Wednesday in Frankfurt. Anya invited me to stay with her at her country house over the weekend. ...

Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. “I think you need a big hug,” she said, leading me into a room I hadn’t seen before. Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and slipped it into my still wet pussy. “It’s radio-controlled,” she said, smiling. The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around a frame. Anya untied my arms and told me to get in. This was the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber sheets and laid down. The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth. Then she told me to put my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed. Anya pushed earplugs in my ears so that I couldn’t hear a thing. She pulled the top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed. I found I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly through the rubber sheet. ...

Chapter 4: Yours, Truly I awoke, unable to see or move, calm and comforted by my tightly enclosing cocoon. I had never felt so at peace. I squirmed a little, revelling in the feeling of slick plastic pressing against my skin. At some time during the night, my exhaustion had finally overcome me and I had slipped into a warm sleep. Now I was rested and I lay there, with no idea what time it was, waiting for my mistress to call me to her bidding. ...

Chapter 5: Anya’s Slave Anya sat and looked at me for a long time. I could see that she was thinking of how she might be able to manage things. I knew that she wanted to accept my submission, but clearly there were some major logistical issues she would have to overcome. I knelt in front of her, trying to look down, but unable to tear my eyes from hers. I desperately wanted to beg, plead, promise - anything that might get her to say yes ...