An erotic story continued from My Only Horror Movie: Levi, the director, and I had remained friends, but his wife had found out about my offer to him, right before he paddled me while hanging in the iron frame. She was colder to me the few times I talked with her since my movie, but I got the feeling Levi was entertained by the tension between her and I. Levi told me the scene where the red head, Tabatha, paddled my ass raw as I hung in the iron frame was a favorite of a special owner of the exclusive movie, and he had a request for a special scene. Levi explained this particular man knew the true story behind the movie and wanted to see me get a birthday spanking, in other words he wanted a film of me getting my ass spanked, this time in color. ...

Susan was in town…. She was walking past the stores, looking in, she saw an adult shop… stopping for a moment, she looked into the window… The dolls were dressed in beautiful lingerie, her mind running back to what her ex had just said…. “You are nothing but a fucking cold fish, just for once, can you act like a whore… well then maybe I will fuck you properly… I’m tired of this hold, and close shit… fuck… you need to act like a whore…. They fuck better….” Danny was mad… as she didn’t want to do things with him…. ...

‘Smith and Smith . how can I make the difference. Gwen speaking…." The soft voice came on the phone….. ‘Is that Smith and Smith? The parts software department? " his voice came over the phone, his husky voice caused Gwen to stir…. “Yes it is the Software’s department, what can I help you with?” Gwen said…. “Well I am looking for specific software, one that requires interaction., like when you talk, it appears on the screen…” he said… she could hear his apprehension in his voice.. ...

Professor James Kendal stopped dead in his tracks in the laboratory when he saw the time-distortion ellipse begin to form about eight feet in front of him. It been six months since he’d seen the identical anomaly for the very first time right in this very laboratory. The time-displacement machine, his creation, vanished into thin air taking with it Professor Karen Barnes during a test of the machines functions. He thought he would not live to see the formation of the time distortion again. He was glad he was wrong. The professor rushed to the intercom and shouted into it. ...

Breaking & Entering – A Sally West Misadventure Police officers are often bored, waiting for something to happen. Intelligent and conscientious ones get bored quite frequently. This was precisely the condition of PCs Sally West and Yasmin Khan on a fateful, rainy, quiet late September night in the more prosperous end of Queen’s Bush. The two young women had driven their patrol car around aimlessly, had followed and stopped a car being driven inconsistently only to find the driver was an ancient vicar with no hint of alcohol on his breath at all, had hung around the most troublesome pub till closing time hoping for trouble but getting only a well-dressed businessman with spectacles who had approached the car, asked “Are you two working girls? How much, then?” and been lectured on female emancipation and sexual exploitation till he cried for mercy. ...

As Denise put the last box down, she thanked the removal men and closed the front door. She was in her new home now looked a complete mess but, in a few days it would be much better! Denise had picked the house, because of the large cellar, the large garage and the larger outbuildings in the garden. Denise opened a box up it said kitchen, first box. Inside was a coffee machine, a cup and some expresso coffee, she filled the coffee machine with water from the sink and tried the power. the little red light told her it was on! ...

Shyla didn’t care much for Halloween these days, she was far more interested in finishing her novel, working on drawings, and trying to keep the roof over her head. So when her friend Kristine asked if she wanted to go to a party she was having with her friends, Shyla flat out declined. “Why the hell not! Your just gonna sit in that room, order out, work on your stories, probably finger yourself, then go to bed!” ...

My wife and I had been having some problems with our marriage for some time now. We had been to several marriage councilors, but it hadn’t really helped much. Out of the blue, my wife got a call from her old college roommate. Apparently she was in town and wanted to go out with her for a few drinks. I was actually surprised that my wife wanted to go because she always told me that her old roommate was into some crazy stuff. But I guess that just goes to show how bad our marriage was at that point that she would choose her crazy old roommate over her husband. ...

Continues from the series Chat Room Games Chapter 1 – First Test I am completely immobilized. I look through the Perspex of the full-face dive helmet and suck at the stale air flowing through the rebreather. The air is stale since the fresh air is only feeding the system at about fifteen percent. I am spread-eagle (sort of) floating in suspension about six feet beneath the surface of the bay. I cannot move and am looking at the surface of the water that is now bright sunny shimmers but was earlier dark as night has long since given way to day. Eva/Evan is providing buddy duty and monitoring me for any stress or rebreather system malfunctions. He doesn’t seem to notice my periodic convulsions as frustrated orgasmic denial pushes me toward the brink of insanity. I’ve lost count of the number of times the near-cums have left me breathless, unfulfilled and wanting blessed relief. ...

This story is part of the new Die Gummihaus series of short stories on the RubberMansion.com website. These stories are not to be republished, in printed or any other form without express written permission by it’s author (me). These are stories who deal with human sexuality and special forms of love, and are not to be read by or displayed to those under legal age. If you are not legally an adult in your country of residence, please, stop reading now. The story is fictional and the characters are not based on any real person, but rather in my fantasies and hope for a better future. But I do hope you enjoy them. This is the first, based on a mix of dream and my desperation during these sleepless nights. ...

“Happy birthday darling!” I unwrapped the rather heavy package left at the end of the bed, “hope you like it” came from the bathroom. The paper fell away revealing a thick plastic bag, I unwrapped this, and to my surprise, a large pile of heavy thick shiny rubber poured through my hands into my lap. It felt so smooth, so so smooth and soft. “Well what do you think?” “What is it?” I asked. She grabbed the super shiny pile, shook it out and there and behold she held up a suit, a very shiny rubber suit, but with a difference. “…and guess what birthday boy, you are going in it now!” I looked at her questioningly, “Its quite simple, its your turn to play slave, i’ve had enough of the chains and cuffs, its your turn or no more games, understand?” ...

continues from Bound in the Woods There is something about us self-bondagers. Something that makes us keep at it, even when we should know better, even after a close call. Such was the case with me. The previous day I had an exciting time self-tied to a tree, but it had come close to ending badly. Fortunately I had been able to free myself, but for a while it seemed as if I may not. I had let the moment overwhelm me and got into a spot where I could not reach my emergency escape tools (EMT scissors and a knife). I was sure it had been a lack of preparation rather than any inherent danger in the practice. All night I had remembered the delightful feelings I’d experienced while bound to the tree and my sleep had been full of erotic dreams. So of course I decided to go do it again. ...

This is a story of a visit to a public library. Because I wanted to try a suggestion from a fan, I decided to embellish the story with an alternative although fictional ending. As always - I’m Danish and therefore not responsible for native English speaking peoples strange desire to have us all speak and write their language fluently. I have decided to refrain from further proof reading of this particular story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. ...

Angela threw her keys on the table and took of her work suit jacket off. As she started cooking herself some food she threw her sensible court shoes into a corner by the telly. Once her micro meal was in the microwave and cooking Angela took off her skirt as she made her way to the bedroom to prepare for a shower. “Friday tomorrow!” Angela was very much a noughties woman, feminist, tried most things sexual, and all this by the age of twenty five! Angela’s boyfriend had invited her to a Pony Club meeting which was all weekend. Peter, her boyfriend had been quite close to her at one stage but because neither really wanted to commit, both of them had positioned themselves so their lives were free of responsibilities. The result was for all intents and purposes they were fuckbuddys and no more! As Angela soaked in her bath she started thinking of someone she had met earlier in the day at the estate agents where Angela worked. Her name was Sabrina, Sabrina Tregear. Angela had been typing up her latest success and her computer screen had darkened, as she looked around to see what was causing the shadow. ...

(story continues from That Strange Island 3) Part Four On that strange island which no outsider ever visited, a girl in a Friendly village lay in her bed chamber in the early morning remembering a wonderful thing she had seen the day before. A man from an Unfriendly tribe had been fed to the big lizard in the hill and the girls her age had been taken to see that spectacle for the first time. Some girls from another tribe had been invited to join them; this girl had sat next to one of them and they had enjoyed it together. ...

Chapter 1: The Realization Cynthia sat sitting with her mother outside her mother’s house on the patio overlooking the pool. “What’s wrong?” her mother asked her. She looked off into the garden area, slowly sipping on her cocktail, pondering what she was going to tell her mother and started to think back…. Cynthia was 33. She was a professor teaching business courses at the University when she met, Mike, her husband. He was a computer science major working on his masters and took some business classes to round out his curriculum. She was quite stunning. She was 6 foot 2 inches tall with out heels, very slim, buxom, chiseled features from a natural fitness level that came easy for her. She was always immaculately dressed with some sort of leather fashion included in her ensemble. He was mesmerized from the first time he saw her. She was in explicably drawn her to student, 11 years her junior at the time. She couldn’t explain why. He was fit, but much smaller than she was. At only 5'6", she towered over him. She was drawn to his professional attitude and maturity from the moment she talked with him. His intelligence was beyond belief. A 4.0 for a semester was the routine. His master’s project had been to work with some engineering students to create a new innovative product. He had the engineers create a bar code reader for fridges. As the primary inventor, he had the primary rights to the product. The program involved reading bar codes from food products put into the fridge, recording the dates entered, and assigned a best before date. The computer would alert the home owner when food was expired or running low or needed to be replaced. All automatically. The product needed to find an investor and needed to be sold to a major refrigerator manufacturer. One day, after class, towards the end of the course, he had approached Cynthia. They were both drawn to each other. He asked her questions about investors, business plans and if she could offer any advice….. one thing led to another… a few dinners…. business meetings…. the more and more time they spent together… the more they found that were attracted to each other. The age and size differences occasionally drew looks from others, but they fell in love with each other. Cynthia believed that he had an amazing product and called on one of her old school friends. John and she were in the same undergraduate business class’s years before. She earned her PHD. He went on to be a very successful entrepreneur. Cynthia introduced Mike to John one afternoon at his office down town. John was 6'3", 285 lbs and a towering imposing figure. He was all most intimidating to Mike, but John’s pleasant smile and easy going attitude put him at ease. Cynthia prodded Mike to show John what his idea was. After showing the schematics, estimated costs, results from the prototype testing and customer survey data, John was impressed. They drew up a partnership agreement formed a company and Mike was now … essentially… very well off financially. “I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship” John said. With in a year, Cynthia and Mike were married. “Well mum…” she paused.” I love Mike." she said, choking up a bit. Her mother looked at her knowingly. “Let’s me guess” her mother said. “You are totally in love with Mike… but something is missing. Am I right?” she said. She sipped her drink holding the long brown cigarette in her hand. Its smoke gently swirling around the glass. Her daughter nodded. She took a long, slow drag on the cigarette, deeply inhaling the smoke… holding it in and slowly easing it out… " I know what’s going on… He’s very very good orally… but too small down there…" she said. Cynthia’s eyes blinked. “Mum… how do you know that?” she asked. “A mother can tell” she said looking at her daughter… lovingly. Cynthia sniffled a bit. “He’s so fantastic with down there with his mouth. I can cum over and over and over. He’s just… not big enough for me. He’s 5 inches…” “That’s OK. He’s a small fellow. That’s actually average. You need something… bigger to satisfy you… don’t you?” Cynthia nodded… sipping on her drink again. She, herself, took a long deep sensuous drag on her long brown cigarette, holding it in in… a mirror image of her mother. She blew it out. She felt relieved. Seemingly, her mother knew. Her mother leaned toward her. “Cynthia. I have something to tell you. I need you to just listen. But I think this will help you save your marriage.” She reached over taking Cynthia’s hand. “You need to cuckold him.” Cynthia pulled her hand back from her mother. “Oh My God mum.” “Just hear me out” her mother said sitting back holding her hands up… one holding the drink and smoke… Her mother turned and looked away for a moment. Not looking at Cynthia, she spoke. “Do you remember after your father died… and you were away working on your masters and PHD those 3 years…?” Cynthia remembered the car crash, the funeral, and her mother insisting that life goes one and supporting her in her quest for her doctorate. “Yes mum… I remember” she said. “Well… I never told you this… but Daniel is not your ‘first’ step father… " Cynthia looked at her puzzled.”What do you mean?” “He’s actually your second”. Cynthia sat there dazed. Blinking. Not quite sure if she heard her mother accurately. She didn’t say a word. “A while after your father died… I met a man. I think I was just lonely. He was there. We became quite fond of each other. And well, we quietly married. I didn’t tell you because I thought you would be upset.” Cynthia sat and stared at her. “We kept it quiet. He was a wonderful man. Wonderfully talented with this oral techniques… but not well endowed. He confessed to me one night that he secretly cross dressed when he was younger. I didn’t know what to say or do. It took a week or so and I realized that I loved him, but needed to have more than his oral skills. He actually suggested cuckolding him.” Cynthia took another large gulp of her drink and another deep drag on the smoke. “So, after doing some research, I found a place that could help me do that…” “Do what?“Cynthia asked. “Turn him into a sissy cuckold.” Cynthia slumped into her chair. “Oh My God.” she said. Her mind raced back to visiting her mother when she was on a break from her studies. The maid that her mother had hired to look after the house was actually…. her stepfather. Her mother could read her mind and nodded. “Yes. Maria was actually Martin. We turned him into a submissive sissy maid. He looked after me for 4 years. Four wonderful years. He cooked, cleaned, took care of the house, paid bills, took care of my ’needs’ including occasionally finding me a bull to satisfy my need for a real man.” Cynthia continued to stare at her mother. “This is all probably quite a shock to you… but… I think I will help you to understand a few things.” ...

DRIP, DRIP Geoffrey was laid out naked on a table: secured firmly to it by a broad metal band that covered his middle and pressed his arms against his sides. The room the table was in was well lit by lamps in the corners of the room and five feet above him was a small water tank with a tap suspended over his forehead. Splash! The water dripped down on him, causing his body to jerk. He counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine … Splash! The water dripped down and Geoffrey spasmed again. He counted the seconds and the water dripped down a third time. It must have been an hour or more since he was put in here. Geoffrey couldn’t tell as his watch had been taken away with his clothes. Sometimes the droplets of water splashed into his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The idea being to wear down his stamina. He’d also heard that it was also to wear a groove in his forehead. Why, he thought. He had two holes in his head for his nostrils; two for his ears; two for his eyes; one for his mouth and the one his brain leaked out of. The dripping water had been disconcerting at first, but he’d eventually got used to it. He’d even been able to doze for a short time; still feeling the drops on him. He was also enjoying the thrill of being naked and tied up. Especially when Su - Lin came in. Geoffrey felt his restrained penis swell. She was Chinese and had a shapely figure highlighted by the strapless, floral-print swimsuit she wore. She wore her brown hair in a fringe and her heart-shaped face had wide brown eyes and full lips. “How old are you?” he’d asked her as he was stripped and tied up. “Twenty-two,” she’d told him, before postioning the water tank overhead on a rail and leaving, locking the door behind her. She bent over him; making sure he had had a full view of her clevage to torment him more. “Little slant-eyed bitch,” Geoffrey thought, “I want you but you’ve got me.” “How are you getting on?” she purred. “All right thank you,” Geoffrey answered chirpily. “Thanks for the water. I haven’t been thirsty.” The girl smiled. “Are you ready to talk?” “Talk about what?” Geoffrey asked. Su - Lin put her hands on his chest and massaged his breasts; kneeding his nipples between her fingers. Geoffrey tensed and wished he could be released. “You know what you want to tell me,” she cooed, “Whether you want this to go on, or do you want it to stop?” “Give me a big kiss and I’ll tell you,” Geoffrey smiled. Su - Lin smiled back: “You know I can’t do that. Not yet.” She pinched his nipples causing him to wince. ...

One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is…is eight, eight and eight is six…six…one and one is two…dog!…food time…feel good time… Kristen allowed herself to be guided through the house. She had met Emile about a week ago at the sponsors’ dinner. She’d been serving. He ate sparingly. “I eat to be polite, but I greatly prefer my own food. You understand.” She didn’t really, but she nodded and smiled politely. ...

“Change of shift complete, Captain. All Beta shift personnel are now at their posts.” “Very good, Lieutenant,” Captain James Edwards replied, rising from his command chair. “You have the bridge.” After a final glance at the various stations, Edwards turned and left the bridge. “Ready for some relaxation, Captain?” Edwards grinned. “Absolutely. Sixteen whole hours to enjoy, hopefully without an emergency to deal with. What about you, Commander?” Commander Melissa Sykes, chief science officer, returned the grin. “Are you kidding? I’m testing a new program this evening. If it works, I expect to have a lot of fun with it.” ...

(story continues from Beauty Makeover… And then some) Part Four I realized that there was a time for fantasy to stop and reality to set in. I was kneeling there, dressed as a very sexy maid in a satin uniform and wearing silky and sexy undies, stockings and stiletto heels and I was, indeed, wearing a collar and cuffs, WILLINGLY! That was my reality! There was no longer a fantasy aspect to all of this because I was now experiencing this for REAL! I got up on my knees and opened my mouth, not speaking a word because I was afraid that I would say or do something stupid to ruin this final submission of my body to Cindi. Then I bent over at the waist, to signal that I was completely willing to submit to whatever it was that Jennifer and Cindi wanted of me. “Lynda, I see that you MAY have made a choice. I can also see that you are afraid. But I want you to know that I want to hear your acceptance. Do you indeed WILLINGLY submit to Jennifer and myself?” I was shaking a little. I could feel it in my hands and knees. I was also sure that it showed to them. But I knew what it was that I had to do. “Yes, Mistress, I am willingly submitting to you and to Mistress Jennifer!” “Really? So, you are now recognizing me as your Mistress, slave Lynda? You see yourself as my slave, Mistress Jennifer’s slave or both? I am rather curious, Lynda.” I knelt there on my hands and knees, wondering what it was that I had just gotten myself into. I was willing to submit to them but they wanted to know WHY??? Or to whom? I was now somewhat confused myself. “You are my Mistress. You were the one who placed this collar around my neck, which I willingly let happen, placing myself under Your control, Mistress. This is certain. You asked if I was willing to let Mistress Jennifer use me as She saw fit and I understand and accept what that means. Since she is also Your friend, would she also be called ‘Mistress’ as well?” I took a deep breath… " ...