“Go right in, Miss Miles. Miss Mills isn’t in yet, but she should be here soon.” Loretta Miles smiled at the pretty receptionist. “Thanks. And be sure not to tell her I’m here. It’s a surprise.” Stepping into the office, Loretta softly closed the door and slipped her huge purse from her shoulder. For a moment, she simply gazed around her at the expensive taste of the office. “I must admit, sister,” she murmured, “you have done well. Now it’s my turn.” Cheerfully, she lowered herself into the chair behind the desk, enjoying the view, her mind filled with memories of the road that had brought her here. ...

Part One Jake felt a presence enter the room, unable to see who through the black cloth covering his eyes, and shortly after he heard shuffling of feet moving towards him and suddenly felt fangs sink deep into his neck. He cried out in pain, but all sound was stopped dead by the underwear shoved in his mouth and held tightly in place by a strip of duct tape. He struggled in agony against the rope holding him spread eagle on the bed, but all it did was cause his somehow erect cock to bounce a little, much to the amusement of the rooms other occupant. Jake had been there for so long he had lost all track of time. As the fangs slid out from his skin, he heard a contented sigh escape the vampire’s lips before she stepped quickly out of the room and shut the door. As the quiet began to smother him again, he started to think of the events leading to this point…. ...

“Hey you.” Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her. Gladly, she returned both smile and hug, and for long moments, they simply stood in the doorway holding each other. Eyes closed, face pressed against his shoulder, she realized suddenly how much she had missed the feel of his touch. When his arms finally loosened, she moaned her disappointment, but loosened her own hold. “And what are you doing here?” Still held loosely in his arms, she smiled. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 24Chapter 25: The Dress is for Sale “Madame and My Lady…” Elizabetta stood near the center of the dining table and addressed the two women as members of her waitstaff moved to the opposite side and began clearing the various plates, utensils, and glasses from the table; “If I may be indulged for a moment, before we continue our festivities this evening, I would like to request that you to retire to the seating area as we clean the table and prepare the room for the dessert presentation.” ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 25Chapter 26: The Four Horsewomen of the Pastry Chefs Stunned by the admission, Brulée was about to press Jessica for clarification on exactly what she meant when she had said “investment” when the doors to the seating area swung open and the fetish-attired hostess and two assistants glided into the room. ...

As they slowly rounded another corner Ashleigh didn’t see anyone she was interested in. It wasn’t looking particularly good at this stage, but she didn’t want to ‘settle’, she’d rather spend a bit longer looking. She knew Sally was getting a bit fidgety in the back of the van. Sally was her genius. Without her Ashleigh was sure she wouldn’t have anywhere near as much fun as they did together. Halfway through a Chemistry Major that she didn’t need, Sally worked wonders with molecules. She’d single-handedly created several compounds that she and Ashleigh regularly used to have a bit of fun. ...

continued from part 11 Chapter 12: Return to Training The two slaves deeply encapsulated under multiple layers of latex still in their sleep sacks, were loaded onto hospital trolleys and wheeled to the van. There they were tightly strapped onto fitted stretchers allowing no movement what so ever. They were aware of movement once the van began the return drive to the Training establishment. For both of them it was a journey of return to where they had started from. Both were anxious to know what awaited them; both were aware that what had passed between them was forbidden. Both knew that discovery would be catastrophic. ...

Julian and Samantha were clothing designers. Not your average clothes though. They designed and made latex clothing that they sold on sites like ebay. Basically they were small-time, but they had a lot of fun doing it. Both of them had day jobs, but most evenings and weekends would find them hard at work; Samantha sketching away at her drawing table and Julian cutting, glueing and assembling the designs she came up with. The sort of stuff they designed and sold was ‘clubwear’, basically nothing too heavy or outlandish, mostly t-shirts, skirts, tops and briefs. But Samantha’s flair for design and the quality of Julian’s dressmaking had seen their little business take off, despite the recession. ...

story continued from part one Part Two Don came down into his toy room and found me wandering around, wearing only the thin cotton shift and freshly bathed. I felt even more naked than I did before, probably because Don was dressed to go out and I obviously wasn’t. He said he still wanted to know how I found out about the toy room, and I was obligated to tell him about the hidden letter in the Barbie box. I didn’t go into the painful details, but he said that it made alot of sense. It seemed like the existence of the letter explained more than one thing that was bothering Don. My ass was still too sore to play with, but the rest of me wanted Don, especially if he could get me back to the pain / pleasure overlap that I experienced for the first time in my life. Don could see the look in my eye and answered my unasked question. First he said that I wore him out the other day, and as much as he would like to play with me some more he needed to rest. The second thing was that it was Sunday night, and he had to take me home. When he saw the bewildered look on my face he said that without windows, or a clock, or any other of the many ways we keep track of time, it was possible to loose hours down here. And he also told me I slept alot after our time together! Don said he would take me home now, and I asked him to take me to Ken’s instead. I followed him into the elevator and with the turn of a key the door behind us closed and another opened in front of us both symbolically, and literally. He walked toward his Aston Martin and opened the passenger side door for me. Inside I found his black trench coat so I could cover myself up. The cotton shift I was wearing was thin and inappropriate for public, and besides it was raining heavily at the time. The leather seats felt cold on my naked ass, but I loved the car. ...

“Please!” she begged, “have mercy!” Kneeling before the altar, Erin struggled against the bonds that held her. Eyes wide with fear, she stared at the man who stood looking down at her. “You were found stealing from me,” the man said. “It was only garbage, my lord,” she replied frantically. “Please forgive me, I was starving.” “Garbage it may have been,” the man said serenely, “yet it was mine, not yours to take. I’ve a mind to let you be the food, instead.” Smiling, he nodded toward the altar. ...

I have a husband and wife who are good friends of mine, and they inadvertently found out about my kinky interests from a mutual friend. It’s always hard to gauge somebody you know on a social level to see if you want to let them in on some of your “other interests”, and the risk to the friendship that could result. It was therefore kind of a gift when my mutual friend told me Becky and James had a story I had to hear from them. My friend Shannon knew the story, but it wasn’t her’s to tell. The four of us arranged to have dinner at my house. I provided the dinner, as my friends like my cooking, and my guests brought the wine. Becky is very sexy, and has the kind of body that could make a sack look good. I’ve only ever seen a picture of her in anything like that once though, as she dresses well for her job in a law office. She usually wears “business sexy”, and that is what she wore to our Friday night dinner. James is a nice guy and smart enough to know how lucky he is to have Becky, and I always thought he had a kind of overt sexual confidence. Our mutual friend Shannon was there, right from work, and dressed that way as well. I felt undressed compared to the girls as I had the whole day off to clean and was wearing comfortable blue jeans and a pull over shirt. My lasagna had turned out well, and I thought it was too bad my husband wouldn’t get any as he was still traveling for his company. He was sometimes gone for weeks, and our friends helped me with repairs around the house. For all the other things I needed him for, my toys and erotic stories would usually have to do! Good manners meant we didn’t discuss what my three friends were obviously excited about until after dinner, when we sat on the deck with drinks in hand. Becky asked a question of me before she was willing to start their story. She wanted to know if Shannon really dared me to drive over to her house, at night, completely naked. And if I did it. I was shocked that Shannon shared that with them, but admitted that I did it on a dare. She asked what happened next, and I sensed Shannon and I were about to pass some kind of test. I told her the truth that Shannon made me hand over my car keys and stand on her front lawn, and that she proceeded to spray me down with her garden hose full of extremely cold water as I ran around. I then had to beg on my shivering knees to be let in her house that she ran into with my car keys. Becky didn’t ask, as Shannon and I apparently passed the test, but Shannon then let me into her house take a hot shower and warm up. My friend knew I was sexually off the wall that night and thought a cold shower would do the trick. It did until my husband got home from Africa three days later and I nearly raped him. Since then my husband has given me free reign to find a man to provide for my needs when he’s away. I have taken him up on his generous offer since then, and love him even more for making it. Becky started her story. Her and James were throwing a Halloween party the weekend before Halloween, and their friends at the time were always trying to “one up” them with everything they did. James had the idea that they should have a costume party and contest for the best costume. Their friends loved the idea and both of them went crazy decorating the little house they rented at the time, inside and out. James jumped in then, he said he wanted something so over the top that everybody would know who was the winner without even a vote. James said he wanted to make Becky a mummy, and not just any mummy, the sexiest mummy their friends had ever seen. I noticed the look on Becky’s face, she was highly excited to relive this event. Becky said she was looking forward to their friends eating some “humble pie”, and went to the thrift store to buy several older bed sheets. At James’ direction she cut the sheets up into strips and James said he practiced wrapping his sexy wife up like an Egyptian mummy on TV. Two practice sessions lead to two conclusions, Becky got way too hot wrapped up in her clothes in their house, and Becky also got too hot for James to handle after she was unwrapped. Becky blushed when she heard that, but didn’t deny it. James said he had made a steel frame and welded it to a heavy steel base plate that Becky would both stand on, and be wrapped to. The plate had wheels on it so Becky and her heavy base plate could be easily moved into the yard along side the other creepy decorations. She wouldn’t be able to move at all, but wouldn’t fall over either. James reasoned she would be much cooler in the October air than inside the warm house, and their friends would walk right past her on their way into the house. They also knew from their extended testing that Becky could spend at least four hours in position on the frame, but the wrapping could be a problem. Becky suggested James wrap her up wearing only her panties to help keep her cool, as she wears little more than that under the club wear dresses she has. James knew she would be hot when he unwrapped her no matter what she was wearing, and they only planned to unwrap her thin face gauze for their friends anyway. To stop the wrapping from coming loose, they planned to use fabric glue to hold each wrap to itself and then cut the wrapping from Becky’s body at the end of the night… I found myself hanging on James and Becky’s every word, and I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in James’ pants, and the three of us girls squirming around on our chairs. I wondered if the other girls were as wet as I was! …An hour before the guests were due James started wrapping Becky, wearing only her panties, to the frame and gluing each wrap to itself. He started at her sexy feet, and when she was immobile he stood her up on the base plate and wrapped her body to the metal frame. Becky said she couldn’t stop giggling at the trick they were playing on their friends. With her arms wrapped to her sides to just under her tits James said he told her if she couldn’t stop giggling she would ruin everything… James realized Becky was helpless to stop giggling on her own, and he wrapped several turns of the cloth under her chin and over her head, effectively gagging her. She could still talk very quietly through her closed jaw, but finally lost the giggles. James pulled a thin gauze hood backwards over her head like the kind painters usually wear with the opening over their face. She said her french braid fit perfectly out of the hole in the rear of the hood. Becky didn’t giggle now, or see for that matter, but she could still breathe perfectly. James wrapped her tits UP, actually supporting her large bust in a way that made it look even bigger. He finished with her head and wheeled her out into the yard, and she was transformed into a helpless Halloween decoration. James said she was definitely a sexy mummy when he was done with her, her shape accurately reproduced by the cloth wrapping, with the exception of her tits that actually looked larger the way they were wrapped… James had taken a picture of his sexy mummy and handed it to me. I just looked at it and thought to myself that I would love to try that myself! I must have said it out loud because all three of them just turned their heads and looked at me at the same moment. I made a joke out of it and said “oops”, but I was serious about wanting to try it. …When his guests started to arrive, James made apologies for Becky’s absence and said she would try to get back before the night was over. The yard decorations were a hit, especially Becky, and the food and drinks had the whole group feeling no pain at all. James’ own clown costume was lacking because of all the time he had put into the house and his sexy mummy, and his friends easily had him beat with their rented costumes. They were waiting for one last couple, who were late, and when they showed up like horror movie zombies, they easily had everybodies costumes beat. James said he was about to spring his surprise on his friends and asked the zombies how they liked the sexy mummy in the yard, as they were the only guests not to comment on her. They said they must have missed that one, but liked all the other decorations, and named several of them off. He said their other friends asked how they could possibly miss her and they all walked outside, James with the surgical scissors in hand, to free up enough of Becky to win the unofficial bragging rights. BECKY WAS GONE! ...

story continued from part one Part II Rich was curious why Missy wanted to meet him back at the gym. They hadn’t seen each other in several weeks. He did miss playing with those basketball sized tits. With boobs that big, she used let him titty fuck her until he exploded all over her face. Sometimes even some of the other cheerleaders would participate in the fun. And he really missed those kinky bondage games, though his recent tryst with Stacy made up for lost time. ...

It was a beautiful spring day; the type only seen once a year. The sun was shining it’s warmth onto the earth, and the sky was a bright, cheerful blue, with clouds slowly going through the sky, casting gentle shades upon the trees. It was a beautiful day to be buried alive. *** On the outskirts of a local city, there was a prison, dark and dreary in comparison to the beauty of nature. Dull grey concrete composed its foundation, housing within thousands who had been locked away from society, almost all of them political prisoners, who’s only crime had been to disagree with the government. ...

This story starts two months before my 40th birthday. My girlfriend and I were talking about what our deepest secrets are and I was hesitant to tell her that I had a fetish for garbage and for trash bags. I wanted to experience this fetish and went online to find like people in this fetish of mine. This is where I found this great site of stories; I also found a site that dealt with dating people with fetishes. I got caught by my girlfriend in doing this and she was asking me why I had to look elsewhere for my tastes. This is where the truth about my tastes came to light. ...

Part 1 It has always been a dream / fetish of mine to be wraped up in black rubbish sacks and used by a beautiful lady then put away untill she wanted to use me again. When i meet my wife (Kate) i was unsure as to tell her my secret of making large bags, getting in and enjoying myself, to this day i still have not told her i choose to play on my own when she is out. Anyway on with the story ...

I applied a bit of lube to my pussy lips; made them glisten. I touched up my makeup. Not too much. Kevin wants to go for that innocent look. At 19 I should look innocent, but I’m not, nowhere near. On the other hand, after being with him for about six months, I’ve regained something of a youthful demeanor. I’m Anh. Vietnamese. I grew up in a very strict household, so naturally when the opportunity came, I split. The opportunity came in the form of Jamie. A biker. One day, when I was 16, I hopped on her bike and never looked back. ...

Some time ago I read a story someplace about a sweet young thing that built a machine to satisfy herself sexually. I tried to write my own story. I’m sure some of what I wrote is similar to that original. I have no clue where I read the original. My story was also never finished as I could not put into words how a female might feel riding my design, seeing that I am not one. Perhaps some one could finish this and you could publish it to your site. ...

continued from part 2 Strapped 3: The End? (Reading part one and two will help to follow the story line.) Anjali hung weakly from her bonds. She just experienced an incredible orgasm unlike any that she could do on her own during her self bondage sessions. Some of her muscles were cramping slightly from the exertion of pulling against her ropes and chains. At the moment her mind was in a post ecstasy haze. That was incredible but could she go on. She delivered herself to John to do as he would please. She had fantasized about something like this for years. She never shared these desires with anyone until she “accidentally” discovered that John had similar interests. On top of that, she discovered that John had very serious feeling towards her as well. ...

The raincoat was perfect it hung on a manikin in the window of a charity shop, with a price tag and the immortal and essential words ‘Double Sided.’ Jenny who had little money being an out of work student, reached into her handbag and removed her purse, a glance inside told her that ‘yes’ she did have enough money to purchase the coat, but not enough to catch the bus home if she did. Opportunities like this one did not come along everyday, double sided coats were a rarity these days, and this one was also a nice colour. She went inside and asked to see the coat. ...

The invitation was easy for Jim Hutchins to spot: the glossy black envelope on the floor beneath the mail slot stood out splendidly from the various bills, solicitations and other pieces of bulk scattered on the floor. He didn’t know it was an invitation, however, until he picked it up and tore it open. All he knew for sure was that the envelope contained something from Mistress Yvonne, his dominatrix. ...