continued from part 3 Part 4 This is my weekend, my bondage weekend, my self-punishment weekend, and its only Sunday morning, I still have all day Sunday remaining to suffer through and now I have to make a decision one that could effect my life considerably, before my bondage punishment can end. I grew up on a farm with a slightly shabby looking farmhouse in which I and my parents live. I am an only child, and somewhat of a loner, mostly I suppose because there is no one around to be mixing with, well not that I know, and I think I know everyone for miles. Mostly they are old boring adults, with busy normal lives, and no understanding of a (now) nineteen year old girls needs or interests, not that I would tell any of them of my interests, that would be just to embarrassing for words. ...

Marty didn’t fully understand why she took these risks. There was the adrenaline rush and, of course, the sexual aspect of it. Maybe she didn’t understand it, but she truly loved it; so much so, that it was beginning to border on an obsession! She had kept her ‘hobby’ to herself never confiding in lovers or friends for all the time she had been doing it. Sometimes she thought she would like to share it with someone, but she never acted on it. She was able to satisfy her fantasies and her sexual needs, so why complicate her life by adding another person to the mix? She wondered if it was because she didn’t want to be seen as too, too odd or maybe because it was just hers and she wanted to keep it that way or a control thing. Whatever her motivation, it was her little secret and it would remain so. ...

continued from part 2_ Part 3 _There I was, on my quest for the perfect straightjacket self-bondage. I had managed to put it on, in a way that I could not get out of, except with outside elements. I had put on a legsack and connected it to my straightjacket. I had managed to get into a self-hogtie. But I had still gotten out, so I was looking for even more… Except that I knew full well that I had already gone (see part 2) to the very limit of what was potentially terminally dangerous: tieing myself up beyond any possibility of getting free. ...

Parts of this story are true, but as written, this is a work of fiction. Enjoy! Hi, I’m Carol. I’ve had a thing for helpless sex for as long as I can remember. I’ve never asked to be tied up and my previous boyfriends never made the first move in that area. As a result, my only experience is with selfbondage. The situation I describe here happened a year ago. I’ve written about the experience in my journals, but this is the first time I’ve shared my story. ...

continued from Part One 3: Wrapped I take off the blindfold and you are smiling. I hope that remains when you see what I have upstairs………… When I touch the suit you are very hot. I made a promise and you are not coming out of this suit until I leave, a couple of more days to go. I get you juice and a bowl of the sorbet from earlier this should cool you down; I feed us both until all has been eaten. Both refreshed, I turn and look at you, is it too early to go to bed, probably but it had been a full day, I suppose you have been resting and relaxing while enclosed. I come over to you and put the breathe through gag on. I take you by the hand and lead you up the stairs. You look at the room and notice that I have put on black latex, sheets, pillows and duvet and the bed has restraints and a few toys out. ...

continued from part 4Chapter 5: The Mysterious Nymph of the Rubber Garden ‘The black playroom’ was an understated name for what lay before me. I couldn’t tell how big the room was because it was dark, but it seemed like an entire floor. The scale of the place made it more like a garden than a room. It soon became obvious that was what it was supposed to resemble. Everything I could see was either made from, or covered with, polished black rubber. Partitions of stretched rubber sheeting were perforated with seemingly random holes of widely varying sizes that offered tantalising views into other deeper areas. Bondage frames and hanging restraints formed ’trees’ and ‘vines’. ...

Sam suggested we had a package holiday this year instead of the usual cottage we rent. Okay I went along with it much to my regret. I never realised what she had in mind. I let her make all the arrangements. She would not tell me anything. I couldn’t understand it as she liked the cottage we hire, but I decided to my cost to allow her to do everything and not tell me a thing about the holiday. ...

John really wanted to go to the ball. All the dignitaries of the city would be there and John felt he could really improve his business with the connections they had. But John was stuck. John had no ticket. He simply could not afford the two hundred and fifty pounds for a ticket. John sat there all week worrying about it all. His business was going down and he would soon be bankrupt. But it was his own fault really. He was ruthless and forced many people out of business until one day they all ganged up and ensured everybody never used his company for anything. All his savings had gone and he was having to scrounge to live. ...

continued from chapter 2/3 Chapter 4 Arrival at the airport is posing unforeseen issues. The aircraft isn’t prepared to handle the gurneys as Lydia promised. Evan and I are transferred to wheel chairs. Our air bottles are lashed to the back and the spectacle of two rubber-clad orange aliens attracts a plethora of stares and comments. The airline isn’t too keen on taking us aboard. They think we are some sort of freaks. I wonder at how much Lydia told us was true in the ambulance. It seems to me the airline is totally unprepared for us. ...

The Dare - It started as a dare. Beth, Ashley, Lisa and I were out shopping one Saturday afternoon at one of the large malls in the area. We wandered from store to store looking at the clothes on the racks, occasionally pulling out a garment to look at it. We were talking constantly as we shopped. Sometimes, one of us found something to try on, but no one bought anything. It was a pleasant social afternoon of shopping and gabbing. Eventually, our conversation turned to “Girl’s Night.” ...

(story continues from Fetish Party Night: Halloween) Part 3: Valentines Everyone loves Christmas, except when you are sick. Courtney was sick for the Christmas party, with the flu. I was asked to help set up then spent Christmas at home with my mistress. Everything looked awesome, but to not dash her holiday spirit I told her it looked average. She looked horrible and the doctors ordered her to stay in bed for a couple of weeks. ...

My partner and I were laughing about some of the silly things that happened during our college years, and somehow the subject of “Hell Rides” came up. She had gone to school in central Michigan, where rides to Hell could actually take place, but that wasn’t what she meant. “Some of my friends once took this girl out away from the campus and dumped her. She had to walk home in the dark! It was hilarious!” ...

My partner and I were laughing about some of the silly things that happened during our college years, and somehow the subject of “Hell Rides” came up. She had gone to school in central Michigan, where rides to Hell could actually take place, but that wasn’t what she meant. “Some of my friends once took this girl out away from the campus and dumped her. She had to walk home in the dark! It was hilarious!” ...

Please let me explain how I got myself into this mess. This might take some time, so make yourselves comfortable. Maybe some of you men will see it from my predicament, and some of you ladies might not. Of course there are those women who would love to do this to their men I suppose and some men who would die rather than get in the state you find me in. ...

“Are you sure about this?” Tina Asked. “Yes, absolutely!” said Trude. “I’ve been doing research on the net, it’s what I need!” “I suppose, if you’ve made your mind up.” “I wouldn’t have dropped it on you like this if I hadn’t researched and found out exactly what I was getting in to!” “But why a pony girl?” “Because it’s total! Total submission, total obedience!” Trude didn’t like the idea, Tina was effectively removing Trude’s control and giving it to someone else! ...

Sean was pressed up against the wall, there was no where to run or hide as the huge, hulking woman bore down on him. She seemed almost twice times Sean’s own size and seemed to tower over him. “C’mere little boy!” the giant woman said, leeringly. “I’ve going to eat you!” With that, she licked her lips and a strange gleam came into her eye. She reached out a massive hand to Sean and picked him up, Sean tried to struggle against the ferocious grip, but couldn’t break free. ...

Jeremy walked along the campus path with Daryl still trying to get him to agree to the date. “C’mon man. This won’t work unless I can get someone for her friend. I told her I would find someone to double. Everyone else is working. You’re my last chance.” “Look, Jer, I feel for ya, honestly, but I said `No’.” “Why not?” “I…I have my reasons.” “Name one good one.” “All right I didn’t want to say it, but that Kali girl freaks me out.” ...

When I got back to the van, the Enigma was busy; there were a pair of legs, from about the knees down, hanging out of his mouth. I stopped to watch for a minute. Nice legs, too; in good shape, tan, covered with dark hair. I look around for some clues, and find a t-shirt, some sandals, and a pair of shorts that don’t belong to either of us. Dig out and open the wallet. John Marcinkus; nope, no one I know. Not bad looking, if you can trust a driver’s license photo, kind of swarthy and Italian looking. ...

“Chelsea, table five wants a cunt steak, medium well, no cut!” Andrea called from the counter. “On it!” Chelsea answered. Being a Grade-A meatgirl, she knew she could get “The Call” at anytime, so she was only wearing a bathrobe. Some places had their meatgirls walk around naked at all times, but Anderson’s had a strict policy against that - they didn’t want the other workers distracted. On her way back, Chelsea passed a preparation room. Her best friend, Rebecca, was currently being stuffed. This was actually less common than popular belief - a proper full-body roast job took hours to prepare, and of course could not be eaten by one person, no matter how hungry they were. Chelsea envied her friend for the experience she was undergoing. Judging by Rebecca’s face, she was in total ecstasy. Chelsea hung up her bathrobe outside one of the self-cooking rooms, and hit up the controls for the Jessica 5000. A few places still used the venerable 3000 roaster, but the Jessica 5000 was a multicooker. It could do just about any job except ovens or boiling, while being no larger than its predecessor. Chelsea briefly eyed the spit at one end before activating the cunt grill. She punched in “medium well”, and the machine came to life. Chelsea straddled the Jessica 5000 like a horse, with one leg on either side. She carefully lowered her pussy onto the grill. As she settled into position, leg clamps activated automatically, locking her in. Above, a harness descended, and Chelsea obligingly raised her arms, placing her wrists into their clamps. The clamps weren’t to prevent the girls from escaping – meatgirls were all consenting. In fact, they were unionized – Rebecca was also the president of the local chapter. The clamps merely held Chelsea still. They also added to the experience, in her opinion. She was completely helpless. There was nothing she could do to stop it. The grill got very hot very quickly. Chelsea could feel the heat just radiating from it. It was like being outside in Arizona in the summer, only the heat was coming from below… and concentrated on her nether regions. She felt the intensity building – the slow buildup to climax. Her pussy was already wet. After five minutes, Chelsea felt her juices begin to sizzle. The heat was incredible. The pleasure was coming in waves, more and stronger, until her first orgasm took her. The next came less than two minutes later. Fifteen minutes after the machine was turned on, Chelsea’s pussy was done cooking. The grill turned off, but the clamps remained in place. Her pussy needed a few minutes to cool off – and she needed a few minutes to recover from the experience. Once her clamps released, Chelsea walked out of the room, down the corridor that lead to the final preparation room. The butcher, Kevin, waved at her. “Got an appointment, Chelsea?” “Sorry, Kevin. Not this time!” she replied. She walked out of the preparation room, still completely naked. She found Table Five, where a young man was sitting. She nonchalantly hopped onto the rotating section, and slipped her ankles into a pair of ankle clamps at one end. Again, this was just to keep her still. The control was near her head, and her arms were free. “Dig in,” she said, then laid back as the man began devouring her cuntsteak. She quivered as he sliced off her clit. Then he started cutting small pieces off of her womanhood, triggering yet another orgasm. It was even more incredible than the cooking process. As he finished her labia, he gestured with his fork to her left breast. “May I have a nipple?” he asked. “Go ahead.” The man had paid for her cunt, but he still needed permission from her to eat any other parts of her body. Chelsea moaned as he cut off her left nipple. Eventually, he put down his fork and knife. He signaled another waitress – Emma – who brought the check. After signing, he got up, thanked Chelsea, and left. Chelsea released her leg clamps, but just lay there for a minute. She then got up, got off the table, and walked back into the kitchen area, bypassing the grills and cooking rooms, finding the room which contained a little piece of technology that made all this possible. The Regenerator. Developed ten years ago, the Regenerator had revolutionized modern medicine. So long as the central nervous system and vital organs were intact, it could heal almost any injuries in a matter of hours – depending, of course, on how much damage had been sustained. Chelsea lay back in the machine. A pair of electrodes slid up to her head, and she fell asleep within seconds as they triggered a massive buildup of serotonin. It had taken about a year before the Regenerator had become cheap enough to be used for something like this. And the public had taken time to accept the idea of eating people – even if they were not only consenting, but would survive the process unharmed. But in time, such restaurants became common. Some even suggested that eating animals was no longer necessary, now that we had a way to eat humans without violating any ethical codes. An hour or so later, Chelsea woke up. Her pussy was completely restored, along with her left nipple. It was like nothing had happened. She got out, put on another bathrobe, and resumed her place with the other meatgirls. Forty minutes later, she was back in the cooking room, this time grilling her breasts. It was just another day at work. ...

Walking through the streets in town looking for a particular place was getting Amy down, Dispirited she turned another corner of another street, glancing at her watch. She didn’t have long to find the club, if it even existed. As she walk to the end of the street there was yet another corner, Amy saw a small sign over a door next to a shut up shop. The sign just said, ...