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Even in the late 2020’s, medical science still hadn’t found a cure for several causes of death related to extensive damage to the brain. The bicycle helmet was still the best thing going for prevention. Fred’s job involved research into the use of computer circuits to replace irreparable portions of the brain. Given that Fred was very much a loaner and dedicated to his work, it was no wonder he hadn’t been selected to work on the latest circuits designed for use where areas of the brain providing personality and so on had been destroyed. He had just concluded a very boring project that involved conducting a very detailed set of tests on a circuit that he didn’t even know the purposes of. He was in the kick-off meeting for the next test project. ...

Ms Summers placed her hand into the Tupperware and pulled out the tiny little naked man. He wriggled between her long fingers, and Ms Summers graced him with a warm smile from lips impossibly big. She never took her eyes off him as she addressed him. Whatever he said was too quiet to be heard, but he struggled with more vigour and beat futilely at the huge fingers that held him. ...

Caution: If scenes where the character dies upsets you - then don’t read chapter 5. Chapter 1:“The Beginning” My head began to swim as she said the words, “You will never leave my grasp again”. I didn’t know what she meant, I only knew she was mad. My wife of five years had just found out that I had been seeing my old girlfriend, the one I had been dating prior to meeting and marrying her. And even though my meetings had been innocent, catching up on old times, talking about people we used to know, my wife didn’t like it. When I arrived home from work that day, she confronted me at the door with her proof, a picture of the two of us having lunch at a restaurant near my office. ...

He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they’d be getting across the border sooner than they’d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he’d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen’s boyfriend. ...

Caroline lay still. Below her, the trolley’s wheels turned almost without a sound; above, the strip lights slid smoothly past, glowing whiter than the ceiling and walls, though the corridor was utterly clean. Dr Beck marched alongside, not in her usual neat shoes, but in the loose-fitting short white boots that were part of the uniform in an operating theatre. She leaned into Caroline’s view. “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine,” said Caroline bravely. ...

(story continues from Washing Machine) My girlfriend, Ann, said, “If I’m going to treat you like laundry, that means you will go into the washing machine whenever I say you do and you won’t come out until I am finished with the wash and decide you’re clean. It means you will be washed with the rest of the load, hot or cold, whites or permanent press, normal or delicates. You will be washed with detergent and rinsed with fabric softener. If I have four loads to wash you will be in the washer four times, once for each load. If this is what you agree to, there is no going back…ok?” The choice was obvious and with that she brought her basket of dirty clothes over to the washer and casually threw them into the machine with me. I was starting to get some second thoughts and was just about to get out when she reached into the machine with a large two cup container of Tide. I said, “That’s way too much detergent,” as I started to get out. ...

“That parcel is here Susy!” Cheryl shouted, as she battled through the front door of the flat. Cheryl kicked it out of the way and busied herslef with the shopping: Susy’s damned projects always seemed to involve some disaster - late night, long journeys, and this latest one… She couldn’t even get Susy to admit what this one was all about. All she was told was to look out for this large and important parcel. And here it was - in the way of her shopping, swathed in tons of sticky tape. ...

This can’t be the right place, Jennifer thought as she parked her car. She checked the piece of paper Robert had given her. It didn’t say anything about a do-it-yourself storage place, but the address checked out. It took Jennifer a while to figure out that Unit #S-11 was way in the back. She moved quickly through the rows of single-story sheds, the darkness only occasionally punctuated by dim naked bulbs hanging randomly over the garage doors. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Get It Unknown FF/m; D/s; femdom; captive; zipties; wrap; gag; glue; bagged; cocoon; transport; cartunk; breathplay; susp; torment; mast; climax; denial; reluct/nc; XXX I’m very excited, I have been called into the work of a Dominatrix I have been involved with for the last few months. Anna, my Dom, and Amanda, her lesbian partner, also a Dom, have a successful business in town. While I don’t expect a session at their work there may be one when they finish for the day. ...

Liz and Sam sat on opposite sides of the waiting room couch. They had frequently been together like this, but they rarely spoke to each other. Now it was nearly seven. Dr Perkins had been extremely busy that day and had to change their appointments to this evening. Liz wasn’t happy about it. She was still trying to quit smoking and although Dr Perkins had made a lot of progress, she still had this urge to light up. To keep that from happening, she began to chew her nails. ...

“Surprise!” Paige’s friends called out as she walked into her apartment. She was so startled that she dropped her briefcase as she spun around with a squeak. “Happy shower to you, happy shower to you, happy shower dear Paige…. happy shower to you!” they sang in delighted offkey. She gazed around at her apartment in shock, they had decorated it with balloons and a large banner that read… “HAPPY WEDDING SHOWER” Finally she got her composure back and laughed with pleasure at their trickery. “How the hell did you guys get in here?!” she demanded. “That was ME!” Sandy admitted, giving her a big hug. “I convinced your landlord to let us in about an hour ago to set up. Plus, she’s going out for the weekend so we can be as noisy as we want to!” she added gleefully. Missy, a tall black woman with large tits, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room. She then pushed Paige into the easy chair, which had been pulled up to the coffee table for the occasion and they all gathered around. She smiled at her four friends from work and shook her head ruefully. She had known that they would do something to celebrate her marriage to Greg, but this had really caught her off guard. Brenda, a sultry redhead, poured her a glass of wine while Kim, a pert but bouncy oriental, started piling gifts in front of her. They all laughed and talked as she opened each present. They ‘oohed’ and ‘aaahed’ over the dishes and crystal… and giggled wickedly at the lingerie for the honeymoon. Finally, when they were into the third bottle of wine, all of the gifts had been unwrapped and thanked for. Sandy, the obvious ringleader, scampered off to the kitchen to get something. The others perked up at this and smirked at Paige’s puzzlement. Sandy walked back in slowly, with a two layer cake in her hands, several lit candles dancing on top. She carefully set it down on the table in front of Paige and sat down herself. “Okay, you make wish and blow candles down.” Kim told her with a smile. “That’s blow the candles OUT Kimmy,” Missy told her oriental friend with a sigh. “She blow candles, it not matter,” Kim retorted. They all giggled a bit more. Paige leaned forward and sighed, “I just wish the guys could have been here”, then she took a quick breath and blew out the candles. ...

Anthony had always liked dolls. Even when he was little, he would sneak into his older sister’s room when she wasn’t there and play with her Barbie dolls, dressing her in all the different outfits she had. As he grew older, Anthony began to notice the differences between the Barbie dolls and the Ken dolls. He started to have fantasies about fucking a life-size Barbie, and he would masturbate frequently with his favorite Barbie. ...

It is a warm day in Wildaron Forest. Amber Nightwind has been waiting for this day a long time. At last, the stars are right. Life as a Dryadani is a busy one. But lately she has been wishing for someone - someone she can Play with. After much study, she has determined that today will be the day. Stepping into her garden, she begins to pace out a circle. At each quarter point, she lights a small torch, picks a few flowers to weave into her long red hair, then recites a brief invocation. “Ohh, Powers of the East, come if you will, you blow so good! Ohh, Powers of the South, come if you will, you are so-o hot! Ohh, Powers of the West, come if you will, you are so wet! Ohh, Powers of the North, come if you will, you are so-o hard!” By the time she completes the circuit, she has gotten a bit hot herself, so she unbuttons her silken chemise, exposing her full round breasts. Standing in the center of the circle, she balances a little precariously on her red spike-heeled pumps, legs spread, and begins her prayer to Sharalisa. In another part of Wildaron, you, a thin melancholy Gwelfani, are taking a break from practicing your borashan. You are resting against a rainbalar tree, your long blond hair wisping over your shoulders. Although musicians are honored and in demand in Shaharasai, you sometimes feels restless and unfulfilled. Leaning back, you close your pale blue eyes for a moment, pondering your situation. Suddenly, the very air around you seems to thicken, swirl, and hum. You open your eyes, but there is nothing to be seen. You try to stand but your limbs won’t respond to your thoughts. You breathe in deeply, once, twice; trying to understand the situation. On you third breath, the air begins to clear. You find you are able to move, a little. You look down at yourself; your black boots are still visible under the edge of your golden robe. But by looking down instead of up, you are not prepared for what comes next. You are suddenly scooped up in a large hand, whose crimson fingernails form a threatening cage around you. “Ah, by my Lady Sharalisa, the spell worked! It worked!” a musical voice trills out. Looking at last upwards, you behold the face of the Dryadani Amber. She is truly magnificent, towering some twenty-five feet above where you are sprawled in her palm. Her full, ample breasts hang just across from where you sit, though each one is twice your height. “Long have I wished for just such a little toy to amuse myself with,” she continues. “And now I have you. Tell me, my little trinket, what is your name?” “T-Terry,” you stammer out. You have, in your most private moments, fantasized about a similar situation. But now that it is real and you are lying in her huge warm hand, you find the reality of your predicament quite overwhelming. “Well, Terry, I am Amber Nightwind, but you may address me as Goddess’, " she giggles. Her hand shakes a little as she says this, bouncing you slightly. “From now on, you are MINE. I can be a most loving Goddess, but you must do your best to please me at all times, is that clear?” You nod your head a little. You are not sure if you like this situation, but for now it seems best to play along. You cannot even see the ground from where you lie in her hand; who knows how far down it may be? “That’s good,” she says. “Now, for starters, let’s get rid of these clothes - you won’t be needing them anymore.” She grabs your left foot between the index and thumb of her other hand and pulls your boot off. “Hey!” you start to protest. But she is already pulling off the right one as well. “None of that now - you are supposed to please me, not the other way around.” Amber frowns down at you slightly. “Now, how does this robe come off?” She begins to prod at you, lifting the edge of your golden robe with her long fingernail. You struggle a little to keep it down - for despite your trepidation, the sight of the lovely Dryadani’s immense breasts has had its effect on you. You are not ready to reveal this to Amber; besides, your plans to escape will be complicated if you are naked. Still, she is intent on having her way. Grasping the hem of your robe, she succeeds in lifting it over your head, forcing you to raise your arms as the garment is pulled up, and at last, off. You are now completely nude and helpless in her giant hand. “Ahh, and what is this?” she smiles. “I see my tiny captive is savoring this after all!” With one tapered finger the size of your thigh, she strokes your erection as gently as she can. To you, however, this presses your manhood hard against your stomach. You momentarily forget all ideas of escape and lie back, letting her bring you to the height of arousal. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, my dear. But I am ready for some enjoyment myself.” Amber ends her fingertip massage, instead gripping you firmly in her hand. Her tight grasp nearly knocks the wind out of you and bruises your ribs just a little. You can just manage to peer out over the top of her hand. She is carrying you towards a gargantuan castle whose misty spires you have seen soaring above the western clouds when conditions are just right. She enters a door in one turret and climbs the stairs, two at a time. This rapid ascent jounces you so severely you close your eyes to keep away the vertigo. When things settle enough, you open your eyes, just in time to find yourself being set into a golden birdcage. “Stay there just a moment, my pet,” Amber says breathily. “I won’t be a minute.” She steps over to a washstand and slithers out of her silken blouse. Seeing her standing there, running a moist cloth over her immense torso, you find your arousal returning. But more important, she has turned her back on you - perhaps now you can make your escape. You slowly make your way to the cage door. Fortunately, it is only latched, not locked. Peering out over the edge, you decide you might be able to leap down onto the red-cushioned sofa below. You swing out and down, dangling from the cage bottom to get yourself as close as possible. Unfortunately, just as you let go, the door swings shut with a clank!, alerting Amber. “Tsk, tsk. Didn’t I tell you to stay where you were?” Amber asks a little peevishly just as you drop into the cushions on the sofa. You try to hide behind a pillow, but she is too quick. Grabbing you around the middle, she shakes you a little. “That is no way to behave! Now -” she continues, “all that work in the garden has worn me out. I could use a foot massage..” She sets you down on the floor by her feet. She is wearing bright red pumps; their pointed spikes are as tall as you are. She crosses one huge shapely leg over the other, the sole of her foot hanging just above your head. “Look out below!” she laughs, as she slips her heel loose from the shoe. You narrowly miss being impaled on the spike as it swings forward. Letting the shoe slide off completely, she orders you to start rubbing her foot. “Rub it hard , little man,” she commands, “my feet are sore!” She shoves her foot towards you. It is even larger than you are. She slips off her other shoe, nudging you forward with her other foot. Seeing no way out of your predicament, you begin to rub her foot. She pushes it against you. “My feet are so-o hot and sweaty,” she complains. “Can you give them a tongue bath?” You look around for a way to escape this, but with one foot caging you in from behind and the other waiting in front, there seems little chance of that. “Go on!” she urges impatiently. So you stick out your tongue and begin to lick the bottom of her enormous foot. It smells of leather and sweat and something indefinable. You are soon intoxicated by the heady aroma and begin to lick all over her sole, pressing your slim body up against the wall of soft pink flesh. You are about to be carried away on waves of salty enchantment when she suddenly grasps you between her feet. Leaning back on the couch, Amber raises you up in the air, still firmly between her feet. “Oh-h, that was very nice,” she giggles. “I’m feeling much more relaxed now.” Beneath where you are suspended some forty feet in the air, Amber is a symphony of fire. Her dark red hair spills over her shoulders and onto her creamy round breasts, each capped with a strawberry nipple the size of your head. She is wearing a bright red miniskirt that stands out against the ruby red of the couch under her. With her legs raised like this, that little skirt has fallen back, revealing the sheer black panties underneath. Through them you can make out a tangle of reddish curls. You squirm a little, but not too much, for a fall from this height would surely kill you. Amber laughs up at you “Well, little one, I’m tempted to play’ with you right here. I’ve been waiting so long for this chance,” she says, running her hands over her breasts, squeezing them, making her nipples stand erect. “But I’ve a better place in the other room. Only I better make sure you’re safe for the journey; I’m not sure I can trust you yet” she frowns. With that, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to just above where the thick curls begin. She bends her knees, bringing her feet just above where her hands now lie, the left one idly stroking her womanhood through the sheer black silk. With her right hand, she pulls the fabric out away from her body. Then, abruptly, she loosens her foothold on you, dropping you down so you land in the soft deep nest waiting there. With her right hand she reaches in and positions you before pulling the panties back into place. “Get used to it, dear,” she coos. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time there!” With that, Amber stands up, wiggling her hips a little to settle you into place. You are wrapped tightly against her enormous femininity, the moist black silk taut against your back. You are battling against your imprisonment, but there is no place for you to go ...

Tanya bent down and picked up her shoes standing them neatly on the table in front of her. The chunky heels were four inches long, and square in shape. With downward pressure from her thumbs she slid aside a panel which covered the top of one heel, revealing a hollow interior. Smiling and humming happily she unfastened a catch on a small cage on the same table, reached in and lifted up a mini-man. He was naked, struggling desperately futilely against her. She dropped him into the heel then replaced the covering panel. Inside, the little man had to curl his body awkwardly to fit in. His head, neck and spine were painfully bent. It was dark, musty, sweat-smelly and warm. Meanwhile, Tanya had removed a similar panel on the undersideof her shoe. This one was directly beneath the pad of her foot, extending under her toes. The exposed space was divided in two, like the battery compartment of a remote control. Again she reached into the cage, but this time she picked two little men. She lay the men face down in the spaces available, so their backs would be to the floor when she had the shoe on. One disobedient mini-man would not lie still. With a little sigh and a wry grin of amusement she lifted him toward her face. As he came nearer and nearer she licked her red painted lips, slowly opening her mouth as if she were about to eat. She laughed at the sounds of his tiny pleading shouts and screams. Changing her grip to both hands she pinched his waist between fingers and thumbs then twisted his body sharply, snapping his spine and paralysing him. “Now you’ll lie still won’t you little one ?” she laughed. She put him back inside the sole of her shoe and clicked the rubber sole back into place. The inner sole of her shoe was perforated allowing the men to breathe, although every breath was suffused with the smell of her feet. When her full weight was on the shoe, then the sole of her foot closed off the breathing holes and the mini-men came close to suffocation. She repeated this process with the other shoe, then slipped them on. Standing slowly she let her full weight bear down on her little captives. She walked around the room, swaggering letting her full hips sway and undulate admiring herself in the full length mirror she had hung on the wall. She looked magnificently sexy in a tight white top, semi-transparent and decorated in flower patterns, black lycra micro-mini-skirt, black stockings and her special high heeled shoes. As she walked, the mini-men suffered immediate pains, being crushed, smothered and violently shaken in their shoe prison. Even standing still she was causing immense crushing pain but if she ran or stamped her feet then the mini-men faced oblivion. But, to Tanya, the benefits were obvious. The little panting breaths from under her feet drew air in and out, cooling and comforting her hot, sweaty feet. Their constant struggles under the pad of her foot gave her a delicious massage, and the feeling of crushing and abusing these helpless little men, feeling them squirm under her feet for her pleasure, was an immense turn on. That she was turned on, could be testified to by a mini-man in the crotch of her panties. He was sewn in, using loops to hold wrists, ankles and waist. He was muscular and resilient and needed to be. He could hold his breath for over a minute and often needed to as she walked or sat. All day her juices flowed over him, they soaked his skin, and went up his nose as well as into his helpless mouth. She loved the idea of using these little creatures as panty liners what better use for them could there be. Sometimes she would press his body to her slit for greater stimulation and pleasure. She sat down to finish her cup of tea before she went to work, smoothing her mini-skirt with the palms of her hands. She grimaced and spat her tea back into the cup, it had gone cold. She picked up the smoked glass cup, swirling the tea and watching as the cloudy liquid moved. She was about to take it and the tea-pot to the sink when she noticed a mini-man glaring at her from the cage. She put her cup down again smiling in surprise at this mini-man’s gall. She plucked him from the cage, holding him upside down by the ankles. He struggled and tried to kick free as she moved him over the table and toward her cup. With a wicked grin and a laughing “Bye-Bye”, she ducked his little head and body into the cold tea. After a few seconds of frenzied kicking came an almost imperceptible stream of bubbles. She paused then pulled him out, just enough for his head to clear the surface. It amused her to see him gulping air into his tiny lungs, even as he was coughing and spluttering from being submerged. Just as his breathing returned to normal, she ducked him again. This time he stayed strangely still for a while, but eventually as she looked idly through the glass sides of the cup, she saw his eyes open wide and he struggled again. Once more, she lifted him out of the tea. Holding him firmly in her left hand, she lifted up the tea-pot and refilled her cup to the top. Some tea spilled over into the saucer so she lifted the cup from it and poured a little back into the cup. With slow cruelty she dislocated his arms at each shoulder and his legs at the hips. He passed out momentarily until she began snapping the tiny fragile bones of his arms and legs. The adrenalin overdose was enough to shock him back to consciousness. With a chuckle she dropped him into the full cup, headfirst. To ensure his doom, she sat the saucer on top of the cup, sealing him in. Through the glass she saw his fruitless struggles to survive. ...

She was beautiful, the kind of girl mama wouldn’t let you bring home, she was bad but I like that, I liked the way she made me feel the way she would touch me, the way her skin felt against mine. She looked at me softly, I looked back and whispered to her, “Will you hold it?” Without a word she reached her hand slowly down stroking my belly until she got to it, I could feel her warm fingers slowly closing around it, soft but firm as she gently stroked and petted, I could feel the warm soft skin of her other hand gently cup my balls. ...

If you’re the author of this story please let me know. This is a fantasy of mine that I’ve enjoyed thinking about lately. “I’ve had another long night at the theater again tonight, can you come to see me? We’ll be alone and we can play around if your up for it.” I have been working for the multi-plex movie theater at the edge of town since I graduated high school and worked my way to manager after a few years. It has it’s benefits but has some long hours. ...

She grabs his balls and squeezes them as Her slave almost drops to his knees in pain. “Do you wanna cum slave?” She asks. The Mistress is about six feet tall and dressed head to toe in sleak, black rubber. he nods his head up and down. The five foot slave is naked and gagged with his hands bound behind his back with black duct tape. A thin, leather cord is wrapped and tied tightly around his hard cock and shaved balls. ...

Episode One It was a cold, misty morning in March and Anna was on her way to work. She caught the Bus most winter mornings, but on this occasion she had decided to walk. Gazing lazily down at her small feet as she strode forwards, she pulled her handbag further up onto her shoulder. Suddenly she felt her body stiffen as she sensed someone behind her. She glanced fleetingly behind her, but saw nothing but an empty street. Still worried, she quickened her pace and tried to convince herself that it had been merely her imagination playing tricks. It was only one minute later however, that the feeling of being followed by a mysterious stalker returned to her. This time she looked more subtly behind her, only to see a hunched figure receding behind his thick green jacket walking about ten yards behind her on the other side of the road. Relieved and finally feeling safe (the man looked small and non-threatening) she exhaled strongly and continued her walk. It was only at this time, when she expected no attack that it came. She saw nothing but a blur of silver, and then darkness. ...

Matt and Lisa entered the pizza shop and were ushered to a secluded booth in the back. Lisa had been acting weird ever since he had picked her up at her house. They had been going together for about a year and this was to be their anniversary dinner. They sat there for a minute looking at each other fondly. As Matt reached for the menu, Lisa covered his hand with hers. ...

I write this in the hope that someday someone will read this and know the great pleasures and great pain that all men will experience in the near future. One Saturday night while sitting at home watching television I suddenly was startled by the ringing of my telephone. I picked up the phone and said “hello.” It was my beautiful neighbor Christine on the other end. She said, “I noticed you were home on Saturday night. I don’t have anything to do either, why don’t you come over and we’ll watch TV together.” I said, “Sure, I will be right over.” I cannot believe that she would call and invite me over. I have always had a crush on her because she is so beautiful. I walked over to her house and knocked on the door. When she answered she was standing there dressed in a black lycra mini-dress with black stockings and black high heels. I asked, “Why are you all dressed up if you are just watching TV.” ...

Greetings dear reader! You probably already know all about me, Scott Carey, “The Incredible Shrinking Man”, the strange circus attraction who had to sell his story to the tabloids, the publishing houses, eventually to Hollywood. You know that I was exposed to a radioactive cloud that put my metabolism in reverse gear. Literally! From that fateful day on, I was shrinking! I was losing height at a rate of an inch per week! ...

Alicia gives me a piece of candy. The next thing I realize, I am only 4" tall and looking straight up at a beautiful monument. She picks me up and hides me in her lunchbox, telling me she’s taking me home to celebrate her birthday. She gets me home and tells me to strip. I tell her to go to hell, bitch. Wrong move!!! The next thing I know I am picked up in front of her huge staring face. She blows her hot breath on me and then starts pulling my clothes off with her teeth as I am kicking and pounding at her lips in complete terror, begging her not to eat me. ...

Bill Johnson woke up on a typical Saturday morning expecting to do typical Saturday morning activities. He knew his wife Kelly and her sister Sarah were going shopping for the day. This would allow Bill some time to do his own thing. He rarely had free time anymore. He usually worked long hours during the week and slept late during the weekend. Kelly would always patronize him to do work, which he did on occasion, but it was plain to see that Kelly was the one who did all the house work. Kelly was a real prize. She had shoulder length brown hair, long legs, and a beautiful body. She had a killer smile that had melted Bill’s heart long ago. Now, 2 years later, Bill and Kelly were finding themselves more distant from each other, what with Bill’s new job and all. Kelly had taken to the internet and was constantly on it surfing the net (What she was surfing Bill never quite knew). ...

She’d worked for Doctor Alan White for a couple of years, but Katrina never could get to like him very well. He was a mean man. He was only thirty and already acted like he was in his fifties. Katrina had thought he was atractive right from the start - made it easier to tolerate on the really bad days. But things had gotten progressively worse over the past couple months. ...

As I am walking to the garbage room beneath my townhouse complex, I wonder what mysteries await for me. I reach for the door, but a young woman emerges with a smirk on her face. She is startled by my appearance … no shirt, sweatpants, and no shoes or socks. After all, I didn’t need to go outside to get here, and I was ready for bed. I enter the odorous room, as I look back to see she has quickly vanished. The door slams behind me as usual, yet this time seems to have wedged itself shut pretty good. ...

Cheryl was what you’d call ‘Strictly Business’ and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay’s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation. She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously. Cheryl’s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the Assets Committee. She was supposed to make sure the business ran like a business and not just some mom and pop candy store. ...

Prelude ‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go, little one’, The Veiled Giantess purred, her rosebud lips pouting as she opened the birdcage door and reached inside for him. The little man gamboled in the cage… trying to avoid Her Grasp… a game they never tired of playing, even now that it looked as if She were going to finally sell him off. ‘but mistress…’, he protested, ducking one particularly close swipe of her elegant Hand, a flash of scarlet Fingernails warning of the near miss, ‘…surely i have kept you sufficiently amused? i shall double my efforts to avoid being owned by that Hungry One!’ he exclaimed as he rolled and bounced lightly to his feet, arms out and ready to dodge again, but knowing full well that She could have him in an eyeblink if She really needed to. The Giantess giggled, making pincers with Her thumb and forefinger that lunged for the small scrap of fabric loincloth that served as his only clothing. ‘Oh my… what a frightened little face! But not to worry my sweet morsel… The Hungry One assures me that She finds you too lean and stringy for Her supp… But She claims that She simply must have you as Her new footslave… and I really need to replenish my coffers.’ ...

Amy’s boyfriend was a monster; he would constantly abuse her physically and psychologically, punching, kicking, and verbally taunting her. She wondered to herself how she became involved with a person like this and why she continued to stay in this relationship. Whack! She felt the sharp pain on her cheek as Jeff slapped her in the face. Jeff shouted, “You no-good bitch! You know I want to eat dinner at 6:30 sharp! It is 6:35 and my food is not on the table. Damn you!” “I’m sorry. I’m getting it right now.” She hurried into the kitchen and got his food and placed it on the dining room table. As she placed the last dish on the table, he kicked her in the leg, causing her to fall on the floor. Amy did not know which hurt the worst, the arm that she fell on or the leg that Jeff just kicked. She got up crying as Jeff just watched her and laughed, and went upstairs to her room and laid down on her bed; she was glad she did not hear him coming after her. Amy was a 19-year-old college student; she was very beautiful, busty, and had deep blue eyes and golden-blond hair. She would commute to college each weekday in her car, and come home in the late afternoon to face him. Even through all of this abuse she managed to do well in school, maintaining a 3.3 gradepoint average. Jeff was also 19, and had brown hair and blue eyes; he worked as a manager at a local gas station. The pay was not that great, but it paid for the small house in a rural area that they were renting. During the first few months that they knew each other, Jeff was very different. He would treat her with kindness and respect and she would do the same. Then he started drinking and that’s when things went downhill; it started out a few beers per night and then escalated into hard liquor. While intoxicated is when he would assault her, when she would cower down before him, pleading that he not hurt her anymore; but the beatings and the verbal torment continued to get worse, and though he would sometimes apologize the next day and promise to never hurt her again, these promises were broken often within 24 hours. ...

High school, such a dreaded period for many teenagers, but not Andrea. Andrea is a beautiful brown haired, Spanish girl with great tanned skin and a smile that could make hearts melt. She literally had the world at her feet, as we will soon discover. “Hurry up, were almost out of time”, Andrea angrily whispered, seemingly to herself. “I’m doing the best I can!” came anguished the reply over her tiny ear speaker. ...

The sound of the bed side alarm springing into action shocked Barry out of his peaceful slumber. He reached over and slammed the thing into submission. Barry turned and looked over at the woman lying next to him. She was so peaceful, *how could she always sleep through the damned alarm* thought Barry. Barry began thinking about the supple woman lying next to him. Last night had been so wonderful, she was so beautiful, Barry knew that Melissa was perfect. So why the hell had he married Jean!? ...

The sound of the bed side alarm springing into action shocked Barry out of his peaceful slumber. He reached over and slammed the thing into submission. Barry turned and looked over at the woman lying next to him. She was so peaceful, *how could she always sleep through the damned alarm* thought Barry. Barry began thinking about the supple woman lying next to him. Last night had been so wonderful, she was so beautiful, Barry knew that Melissa was perfect. So why the hell had he married Jean!? ...

As the train chuffs through the darkening countryside I covertly study the ladies sitting opposite me. Both are wearing long black leather coats trimmed with dark fur and matching fur hats. Each has a beautiful white silk scarf caressing her throat. I don’t think they realise how closely I am studying them but I can’t be sure because their eyes are hidden behind tinted glasses. On one of them the silk scarf shimmers in the last rays of sunlight. I wonder who they can be. They seem important, almost as if they are managers or senior politicians. If so they are very unusual for that time and country. ...

Karen was an old friend of my wife and mine, and when she passed through town on her way home from a holiday we were happy to put her up for a few days. My wife and I are keen cyclists and I commute a good 15 miles to and from work every day, so when on her last day with us Karen was looking rather bored, I suggested a bike ride. ...

It’s an ordinary enough looking door. Painted grey, a brushed aluminum doorknob with a key slot in the middle of the knob. The only thing different about it is that there is no gap at the bottom. I put my key in the slot and turn it. The knob turns easily, yet there is a very solid, secure feel to it. You can turn it but you can’t wiggle it up or down or side to side. ...

It’s an ordinary enough looking door. Painted grey, a brushed aluminum doorknob with a key slot in the middle of the knob. The only thing different about it is that there is no gap at the bottom. I put my key in the slot and turn it. The knob turns easily, yet there is a very solid, secure feel to it. You can turn it but you can’t wiggle it up or down or side to side. ...

I have a reasonable selection of rubber, rubber, PVC clothes as well as a load of normal clothes. There is a store in the high street that sells rubber etc and normal fashion stuff. It is always busy, people buying both types and lots of people moving around in underwear. I needed a new dress for a rubber ball that was coming up, so one Saturday I went to buy one. I wore to the store very tight leather trousers, ankle boots, a low-cut top and a very nice bra. ...

Many years ago I was attending a five-week course in southern Virginia. Because it would be so long and motel rooms get to me in a few days, I rented a little kitchenette in an old motel out on Old Highway 1. In addition to greater convenience and size, it also provided privacy; none of my classmates wanted to go “clear out there”. The latter is probably the real reason I stayed there. It wasn’t fancy but with maid service every Saturday morning, it was clean and very private. ...

Alicia gives me a piece of candy. The next thing I realize, I am only 4" tall and looking straight up at a beautiful monument. She picks me up and hides me in her lunchbox, telling me she’s taking me home to celebrate her birthday. She gets me home and tells me to strip. I tell her to go to hell, bitch. Wrong move!!! The next thing I know I am picked up in front of her huge staring face. She blows her hot breath on me and then starts pulling my clothes off with her teeth as I am kicking and pounding at her lips in complete terror, begging her not to eat me. She stops and stares at me. ...

He followed her into the living room where she instructed him to turn around. She carefully placed the handcuffs on him and squeezed them tight, when he complained that they were a little too tight, she smiled squeezed them a little tighter and said,“Relax.” She then produced a colorful scarf and proceeded to bind his feet. Sitting him down on the couch she turned and said she would be right back, then quickly disappeared into the kitchen. ...

He followed her into the living room where she instructed him to turn around. She carefully placed the handcuffs on him and squeezed them tight, when he complained that they were a little too tight, she smiled squeezed them a little tighter and said,“Relax.” She then produced a colorful scarf and proceeded to bind his feet. Sitting him down on the couch she turned and said she would be right back, then quickly disappeared into the kitchen. ...

So, one damp night I had my share of drinks…so what, right? Well, that is what I thought, as I lay in this black plastic bag, sealed at the top with a twist tie, then knotted above that. What the hell was I thinking, knowing I had to get up so early. (Thinking to myself), if I ever get out of this, alive, I will never take another drink, as long as I live. I guess I should start at the beginning. I was sitting at the bar minding my own business, eating some bar nuts in between beers. There were some people on stage using vacuums with regular black plastic bags, suffocating guys that anted up the $120. What a waste of money… that could go for some nice shoes, or a nice dinner with a babe. No, they wasted it by being semi-suffocated, although some of the girls really looked as if they were taking it to the final level. A few of the guys were thrashing inside their deflated bags, enough to where you could see their eye profiles, and teeth. The bags were so tight, they were literally sucking bag in instead of air, and it looked they were really struggling because the bags were holding their limbs so tight. ...

Fantasy or Reality ? A short description of some simple latex and bondage fun. Saturday night is our night for indulging our sexual fantasies. We have been sexual partners for many years and we have tried many things. I learned that my favorite fantasies involved latex clothing and bondage. So this is a description of one of those fantasies (or is it reality?). This past Saturday was my turn and we start early. I tell her to undress in front of me, which she does with great skill. I resist the temptation to jump her right there as I have more interesting plans for the evening. ...

Jack was really excited about the fun he and his wife Karen were going to have this afternoon when she got home from work. It was a little after 1pm and he had the two cups of chocolate pudding prepared with the rainbow sprinkles on top. With only this afternoon and evening left before his stepdaughter Fiona got home from college for summer break, he planned to make it count with Karen. ...

Jack was really excited about the fun he and his wife Karen were going to have this afternoon when she got home from work. It was a little after 1pm and he had the two cups of chocolate pudding prepared with the rainbow sprinkles on top. With only this afternoon and evening left before his stepdaughter Fiona got home from college for summer break, he planned to make it count with Karen. ...

Just a little thing I dreamed up… I tried the same door I’ve tried every day since I’ve been staying in this big old house. The knob didn’t turn but the door wasn’t shut tight. One quick shove and it opened. I guess my hostess didn’t pull the door tight when she left this morning. I figure she won’t be back for another four hours so I might as well take a quick peek. ...

She met me at the door of her apartment. Dressed in leather pants and a leather top with black leather riding boots, she looked down on me with contempt in her eyes. “Enter,” she told me. I followed her to the back room. She sat on her ottoman and ordered me to strip. After several verbal assaults on my body, she told me to kneel in front of her and lick her boots. After several minutes of boot licking, she rose and commanded me to remain on the floor. She returned wearing a 10 inch black dildo strapped to her waist. I gasped and starred at the massive phallus. Sensing the terror in my eyes she laughed and said, “You’ll take every inch of it.” ...

This story is from my side of the bag. The victim could be anyone of you, but it’s me who is doing the bagging! You hear the knock at the door, as your heart begins to race. You’ve waited for this all day, and now the moment has arrived. You open the door to find me standing there wearing the tightest pair of black leather pants you’ve seen, a tight white t-shirt that reveals my perky breasts, and skintight leather gloves. ...

Well today was a fun day. My ex girlfriend who moved away several years ago was back in town and called me up to see if I wanted to play. Of course I did. So here is one of the games we played. Jessica came over about 9:00 with a knock at my door. I was ready and waiting for her. I opened the door and invited her in. She walked in and we made small talk for about an hour or so, catching up on what we have been doing. ...

This is how it felt to be Angela. You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end. And for you, the feelings were the same. You felt so loyal, so loving to your spouse, the man you had shared your life with for the past six years. Your love was an endless spring that would never dry up. ...

This is how it felt to be Angela. You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end. And for you, the feelings were the same. You felt so loyal, so loving to your spouse, the man you had shared your life with for the past six years. Your love was an endless spring that would never dry up. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. It’s a Wrap! by Unknown F/m; D/s; latex; domme; saran; wrap; cocoon; breathplay; bag; cons/nc; XX He nervously walked up the stone steps to the large Victorian house clutching the letter tightly in his hand. “Be here a 1pm and don’t be late”, it said in bold gold lettering. ...

I got home from work almost a hour early so that I could lay out the clothes that I planed on forcing my cunt of a wife to wear for me tonight. Cynthia doesn’t like dressing up one bit, she never has, but she does exactly what I tell her, or I slap the little slut silly. She would be getting home from the airport at about 6:00 p.m. and I wanted everything ready when she walked through the door. ...

It was to be today that Liz was going to visit me and I could hardly contain myself. My hand trembled as I took a sip of black coffee; I was at work as this was a convenient place for us to meet. The phone rang “Phil it’s for you” Bob said, picking up my phone I mumble into the mouth piece “Phil here”. “There’s a young lady to see you, I have sent her up” said the receptionist. I had hardly put the phone down when the door opens and in walks Liz. She is wearing a very smart full-length black coat with a small scarf around her neck and boots. ...

New Arrival by ? Tina awoke one morning as she always did. She had trained herself to get up at 5:00, and she had trained herself well, because Jeff didn’t like alarm clocks and if Tina didn’t wake up right on schedule she’d receive three lashes for every minute she was off. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Jeff. Her wrists were bonded securely to her thighs, and her ankles were held together with a 6-inch chain, but she could still move around with mild mobility. She had practiced this often. She went to the corner, where the time-lock safe would open at exactly 5:01. It did, and she carefully reached in and picked up the key that was inside with her mouth. After another five minutes of careful work, she was able to free herself from her bonds. ...

Didi’s Story by ? Death and the wind kissed in the treetops and showered me with a golden rain of falling leaves as I hurried down Rue Des Halles for yet another last minute business meeting. At least I was spending a cold, late autumn weekend in Paris. The sun was beginning to set, hunching shouldered people scurrying past me, the light falling fast as I entered my hotel lobby which was basking in a soft velvety glow cast from the magnificent chandeliers above. I had such a chill in my bone as the concierge handed me the key to my suite. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and open my ‘special’ suitcase. In a romantic city like Paris, one must always be prepared. ...

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong! ...

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong! ...

This story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know A Short Test by ? Retrieving his Travelcard from the barrier, Mike walked smartly out of the Underground station and began hurrying along the busy North London shopping street, glancing occasionally at the map he had pulled from his pocket. After had what seemed to be an interminably long drawn out application process during which he had had to submit several articles and a dummy feature and attend one interview already, he was now on his way to the final interview that would decide whether he got the job as staff writer on one of the most well known fetish magazines. After a series of disappointing and short-lived posts, which had even seen him reporting on trade fairs for the pet food industry, he was now on the verge of the sort of job he had dreamed of since he had become a journalist… ...

This story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know An Autumn Night by ? An Autumn Night Rubbersheep She always asked herself, typing away at her Mac, how many other people thought, like her, of the of the other meaning of the word. Usually it was the other meaning that occupied most of her thoughts. She had managed to write the instructions using the computer. Dry, precise, with a wealth of details that always thrilled her as she wrote, recreating the situations and images of her desires. The scene was detailed, the movements repeated often, but she had introduced innovations whose boldness still surprised her. It was to be this Friday evening. The night of Parisian evenings out, when all was discretion itself. More thrilling than Saturday, which was too rowdy. She still hesitated; grand hotel or seedy. Both had their spice. ...

If you are the author to this story - please let me know. Invisible Rubber by Unknown INVISIBLE RUBBER A story from Kinky magazine #9 (1976) My outfit which, as I have told you previously is now a partnership, makes not only items which may be generally classified as bondage equipment, but also a wide range of rubber clothes. We have a Fashion Department, making the “frillies” for which there is always a demand even though because of continually rising labor and material costs prices are so high that I am ashamed of them! Only five years ago, I could provide a complete outfit of black rubber stockings and garterbelt, small briefs, bra, miniskirt and long-sleeved shirt-waister to retail for about $50. Today the retail price for exactly the same outfit would be around $120. The only difference is that on the $120 price I make less net profit than I used to at $50! It’s a hard world! ...

The lipstick was the hardest thing to get right; Jane tried to get the mix of cupid’s bow and match for her own lips three times. Finally, she was able to stand away from the makeup table and examine herself in a nearby mirror. Her jeans and T-shirt, piled on a chair, spoiled the effect, so she hastily shifted them to one side, snagging her pointed artificial nails on the loops in the belt. Finally, she struck a pose, head up, hands on hips, one knee forward. Smouldering was the right description. Four inch heeled black court shoes made her smooth, fit legs seem impossibly long in the black, seamed silk stockings. Her pale skin shone out above the tops, drawing the eye to her groin, cupped in a tight leather g-string with small studs let into the edge. It had taken her some time to remove excess pubic hair, which had peeked indecently around the edges of the g-string. Now, it’s tightness showed only in the slight bulge in the gusset, and in her elevated heartbeat. ...

A Lone Girl’s Latex Enclosure by Unknown Author Funny, she thought as she sat on the side of the bed, carefully pulling on a pair of glossy pantyhose. Funny, how the overwhelming feeling to enclose yourself in tight, black, shiny latex clothes, suddenly comes over you without a warning. She kept on thinking, there’s no point in resisting it either. One can’t stand against it more than a day, at the most. As the evening arrived, she went in to the closet to fetch the boxes containing the tools of the forbidden fetishes. ...

Jody Rubber Tease Author: Anonymous Jody had just received the anxiously anticipated phone call from Jack. “The dress had arrived!” A wanton smile engulfed her pretty face as she thought back to that day several weeks ago when her erotic adventure with Jack began. It started like many other days. She had gone next door to ask or borrow or something now long gone from her memory. Jack had answered the door, sheepishly shielding all but his face behind it. As she gave him a big ‘good morning smile’ and started to speak she got a fleeting glimpse of his powder blue shorts. The moment would have passed except that she was sure the material was rubber. ...

First of all I got dressed for the occasion. Since it was fall and cool, I put on black opaque pantyhose, a black satin mini skirt, and a dark silk jersey turtle-neck top. For shoes, I chose a pair of four-inch high heeled pumps. These had instep straps that would ensure that they would not slip off as I walked. I then drove over across town after sundown and put the keys to my handcuffs and to my legcuffs in a film can and put them at the base of a tree that could be easily identified in the dark. This tree was at the edge of a park. ...

Karen twisted her neck, but still couldn’t see the knots that bound her wrists tightly behind the chair. Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen’s wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise. Karen sighed and wondered aloud “How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend’s party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV.” She relaxed, what else was there to do, and thought about the events leading up to her current predicament. ...

Story about a male scarf bondage which shows how men will always be boys who like to play… Self bondage It all started when I was a kid and I liked to be blindfolded during the blind man’s bluff game, then I started to blindfold myself at home with my mothers scarves and wonder around the house. And the scarves… there were so many of them. Then I wanted to find out how is it to be gagged as I have seen on TV all that were kidnapped were blindfolded and gagged. Those were the silk scarves and it was all a bit unstable on my head and then I added the headscarf to keep the blindfold and gag in place. So what to do with other scarves? ...

This story is the property of the author. Download or repost it if you like, as long as it’s free . It contains adult themes, including bondage, submission, and spanking, which may offend some people. Please do not read this story if you don’t like that kind of thing. Cassandra was 26, and had been married for two years. She enjoyed sex with her husband Michael, but she had never told him about her fantasies of being tied up. Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him understanding, and she didn’t want him to think he’d married some kind of pervert. Since she was a little girl, a warm wave of excitement would wash through her when she played cowboys and indians with her friends and the boys roped her to a tree, or when the heroines in TV shows like Charlie’s Angels were bound and gagged by the bad guys. ...

* I’m involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead of eating lunch though, we make love. I can’t think of anything I like more than her tasty pussy and her luscious tits. We do see each other after hours and on weekends, but for some reason, the lunch time sex seems sweeter and more intense. I mean, on a Saturday, we can spend hours and hours in bed, licking and sucking each other until we can’t move, and that is wonderful. But during the week, when we only have an hour or so, it’s like we’re in heat the minute we get in the door. ...

Care should be taken with the use of Candles as described in this story due to the fire hazard! Also the depiction of the type of self bondage used is intended for it’s fantasy element and should not be used as it may cause injury or black outs/fainting. Mary was into bondage, allright! She hadn’t yet been tied-up by a master, but she used to practice self-bondage from time to time. Mary was 23 years old, single, blond, with firm and big tits, and a hot voluptuous body. She was very proud of it. She had been interested in bondage for many years, but hadn’t shared her kinky secrets with anybody, because she was afraid to end up with the wrong guy. She was now ready for 3 hours of strict selfbondage. ...

Modelling Assignment by Unknown FF/ff; latex; pvc; sack; cons; XThis story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know Monica Brown sat behind her desk in the offices of the modelling agency she owned. She was in her middle 30’s, tall and raven-haired. She called in Susan, her secretary, when she had been through the post and handed her one of the letters to which was attached a brochure: ...

“Mmmpppfff” was the only sound Sally could make as she strained to move another few inches across the rug. The way her mouth was gagged prevented her from saying anything other than some very muffled grunts. She was sweating quite a bit now - after all, she had been in this predicament for a little better than two hours now, and she still had a good way to go before she could reach the kitchen and her escape knife. She stopped to give her aching muscles a rest and to give her raw feeling skin a respite from the carpet. ...

It all began on a Friday. Everyone was away for the weekend and I had the house to myself. I had been preparing for this for weeks and the anticipation was growing by the minute. I do really enjoy the feeling of tight restraint, loss of sight, of hearing and speech. Today I would be in self-bondage for about seven hours. I have spent a considerable amount of time and thought in coming up with methods of self-restraint that are inescapable, yet will release me after a time. ...

* Self Bound A very special package arrived for me today, it was a small package but the weight told me that it was what I had been waiting anxiously for. With trembling hands I set it beside my bed and prepared for work. All day long I imagined what that evening would be like, I even imagined some of the men that I work with as the one who would place the items in the package upon me. This, of course, was not to be but the fantasies helped make the day pass quickly and as quitting time approached I found myself almost trembling at the mere thought of what was to come. ...

I had been dating Tanya for over six months, during that time we had tried several sessions which involved bondage but tonight was going to be different. Tanya had asked me to meet her at a house belonging to one of her girlfriends at 8pm that evening. As I rang the doorbell my heart pounded wondering why she had asked to meet at her friends house. Knowing how playful Tanya could be, I was very wary about this meeting, as Tanya had a knack for springing surprises on me, but before I had any more time to contemplate her motives the door open and literally my jaw hit the ground, in front of me was Tanya dressed from head to toe in a body hugging cat suit. I first thought the suit was latex because of the sheen from it’s surface but as I approached and hugged her I smelled the smell of leather, abruptly she pushed me inside brushing away my embrace. ...

* “Do you trust me?” He asked, out of the blue. The were reading in the living room, each lost in their own book. She nodded, glancing up at him. “Of course I do! You know that.” She looked puzzled. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, ah… no particular reason.” He smiled. “Just curious.” “Your curiosity concerns me.” She said, but she was smiling. “I worry about what goes on in that clever mind of yours.” ...

Most of the regulars here already know how badly I’ve always wanted to be laundered in a washing machine and clothes dryer. My girlfriend has been using me as her ironing board every week for the past year. That’s been incredible, but the experience has just made me crave to be put into a washing machine even more… I’ve been very candid with my girlfriend about this fantasy (fetish?), and she’s remarkably agreeable. She seems to honestly enjoy ironing on me, and she’s always been very open to the idea of washing me with her laundry. ...