(story continues from Robotrix) ROBOTRIX Pt 2. The End of the Matter! I have written a brief introduction for those that have not read the original story titled Robotrix. Though it gives a taste of my situation, it does not explain in any detail, so I would suggest that prior to reading this the end of my tale, you read the beginning on Gromet’s Plaza. For those that have already read the original may I say I hope you enjoy reading of my fate! ...

Her name was Carolyn, although she preferred to be called Carol, and she was the first girl I had sex with on a regular basis. She never told me her last name; she said she didn’t want me to track her down when we broke up. So I knew that it wasn’t going to be a lasting relationship, and that I’d have to enjoy it while I could. World War II was finally over, and it came time for me to leave home, and start my own life. I managed to talk my way into a good job – good for the times. I was making a little over a dollar an hour in an electronics manufacturing plant. After taxes were taken out, I ended up with forty dollars and change, which was quite good back in those days, considering my age, and the times. ...

DAY 8 Taking a Gap year in the USA had been a good idea, I though, as we walked out the store, the people are so friendly. I had stopped to do some shopping, but could not find what I wanted when this Lady asked if she could help. She soon found what I needed and during the conversation it came out that I was from the UK and on holiday. My name is Betty she said, we are having a BBQ at the weekend and I would like you to come and stay with me at my Ranch for a few days. She had been so helpfully and I did not have any place to stay other than the Tent. Seeing a real American Ranch and having a shower and being able to sleep in a proper bed would be nice for a few days. It was agreed. We loaded the shopping and my rucksack etc into the back of her very large estate and set off. ...

series continued from part 3 The Gourmet Club - An Evangelical Meal Danny Potter, was born at dawn on born March 15, 1980. When the Doctor spanked his baby butt to get him breathing Danny’s baby screams could be heard throughout the one story hospital. “He’s going to be a fine preacher,” so said his mother, along with his father who were day laborers. They were both fervent participants in the local Assemblies of God congregation. ...

Hmmmmm…….. Where should I start this time? The beginning is always a great place. I seem to have a minor problem with fate stepping in and making my adventures, well, more adventurous. Here we go….again… While house sitting for a friend, I decided that I needed to play a bit while I had the time off. Lord knows I haven’t had the time lately to do much of anything bondage related. I needed to get stuck for a little while. I boxed up all of my “things” so that I wouldn’t have to make the ninety minute round trip to pick them up from home if I got the itch. When the itch did arrive, I was ready. I sat down at the computer and starting brainstorming, looking through stories and pics to see if I could find that spark of inspiration. I began looking on all my sites that I visit on a regular basis, not much there though. I noticed on several sites that the “girls kidnapped and frantically trying to escape” theme was rather common this time of year, and another with several girls being forced into the trunk of a car. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Tuesday-Cop Check 2 Tuesday morning we woke with the sun and found ourselves both naked in the great outdoors. Jane ran for the cabin and got a shirt and shorts on while I relieved myself and then I went to the cabin to get my chains on. I didn’t figure on doing anything energetic today so I put my leg chains triple up, or with a six-inch hobble, and my wrist chains with three-inch slack, as that is as short as I can do by myself, behind my back. Jane fixed muffins for breakfast and hand fed me mine. ...

continued from part 4 Part 5: Wednesday-Fisher Folk 2 After breakfast Jane exchanged the lock on my ankles for the nine-inch hobble chain so I could get around a little easier and changed my wrist lock to a six-inch chain in front. We sort of cleaned and straightened up the place and I made sure we still had plenty of bait and hooks in the shed for the trotline. We went down to the middle cove and I collected firewood for the fish fry and made three trips to bring it back to the cabin. By then it was lunchtime and afterwards we just stayed around the cabin area doing nothing. ...

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer. I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog. ...

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer. I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog. ...

As I step out of my car, a flood of emotions washes over me. At only 24 years old, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been through my fair share over the past year. Between discovering that my “passing interest” in what mainstream media would call “BDSM” was more of a visceral need, and deciding that fulfilling that need was enough reason to leave the wife I once thought to be completely devoid of understanding towards said need, I’ve been living one hell of an emotional roller coaster. ...

In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover’s fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance that echoed along the corridors of her mind, like a constant and faithful companion. ...

I’m driving into town on Friday afternoon very excited. I received the phone call I have been so eagerly awaiting the previous night. Anna has instructed me to come to her place for the session with her and Amanda that I have been promised. Anna has instructed me to bring my bondage bag; in fact I’ve got more than that locked in the boot. Anna asked if that bag was the only bondage related gear I had. I told her no, I also have another bag full of bondage magazines and videos and one side of my wardrobe is packed full of different size transparent plastic bags and sheets. She told me to bring those too and being a devoted slave I have dutifully obeyed her instructions. ...

Katie woke up from a very long sleep, and immediately knew that something was wrong. She was in a large room, with a single door. The floors and walls were all covered in a white padding; she could feel it underneath her, as her ass and back sank into it. It looked like one of the old padded cells she had heard of that they put extreme mental patients in when there was a fear they would hurt themselves. There was something skin tight all over her amazing body, clinging to every crevice like a second skin. She looked down, and could see that every inch of her was sealed into some sort of skintight rubber suit; mostly clear with only a tinge of bronze to indicate it was there. Her huge breasts strained mightily against the rubber that coated them like it was painted on. ...

Jemima locked the door of the apartment and dropped her bags on the floor of the hall before kicking off her heels with an audible sigh of relief. She ignored the pile on mail on the doormat and trotted across the wooden floor towards the small spiral staircase that led up to the bedroom. As she climbed the stairs she consciously shed the concerns of the day and left them behind her, just like the clothes that she peeled off as she went. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, Jemima was wearing only her underwear; everything else had been left draped on the stairs as a little hint as to where she was going and what was on her mind. ...

Joe was a normal guy, he loved football and he loved women especially large breasted blonds. One day his neighbor had enough of his whistling and yelling “Hey baby, come over some time and I will show you a real man”. Jane worked at a top secret government lab and she decided to use her PHD and her lab work to fix the problem once and for all. Jane sent Joe a letter telling him that he had won a Real Doll (a realistic looking sex doll). Joe always wanted one but, could never afford it so, this was great. ...

Note: My part of this conversation is exactly as it happened with no edits to the typos. Hopefully the reader will figure out the words though some of them are hard to decipher. Three pairs of gloves and restricted vision and the high state of arousal have a very definite impact on coordinated chat. I changed the name of the other chat participant and some of her lines to improve the English. The essence of the session remains true. The diary entries relate the events after each chat. ...

continued from part one Chat Room Games – part 2 Chat Room Consequences – December 29, 2009 The chat room dialogue recorded here is exactly the way it happened, including the typographic errors. The consequences of the chat continue after the connection closed. [09:21] hello, MIstress. It is I, latexcheeks [09:24] ? [09:24] yes. not wearing any latex at the moment so i am in cotton [09:24] thus i am cottontail, Mistress ...

From a series of “quickies” I’m writing - short stories meant to make you think, rather than spell everything out ;) As always, if you enjoy this story, please let me know at [email protected] or @lckdnrbbr on twitter, and especially let me know what you’d like to see in future stories. Also, don’t forget to show your support to grometsplaza, even if it’s just to let him know how much you appreciate this place he’s made for us :) ...

Based on an idea by EricJP65 *** By the end of the twenty second century, humanity had made much progress in its evolution, both ethically and technologically, but there was still one thing that had yet to be overcome…the inevitability of death. And so it was that the earth’s largest kingdom went into mourning for their ruling queen, who had recently passed away of old age. But even amongst the mourning, protocols were followed. The queen’s successor, her daughter Tanya, was quick to follow the duties expected of her. Like the others, she mourned, but only for two days. The remaining five days of mourning would, for her, be spent deep beneath the palace, in chambers that the public never went to, or even knew about. At midnight on the second day, Tanya went to the lowest level of the palace, where a gilded elevator awaited her. Instructing the royal bodyguards not to follow, she entered and descended deep into the earth, going far below the palace and into the catacombs. When the elevator came to a stop, she exited into a giant chamber, where a pair of giant gates stood in silent vigil. Her mother had walked this way. Before dying, her last act was to head down here and go through these doors, a fact that only Tanya and the highest ranking officials knew. But as to what lay beyond those gates, Tanya didn’t know. But she would soon find out. Taking an ornate steel key, she inserted it into the door and turned three times, then pushed it, hearing the tumblers moving and shifting. Then the doors slid open, allowing her passage. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside, the gates closing behind her. Beyond the doors was another hallway. The light here was dim and it was difficult to see. Not only was she walking through the dark, Tanya had no idea what lay down here. She knew that each ruler of her family went through her, but she had never been told what was down here, that she would find out in due course. She cautiously walked onwards, not knowing what to expect. Daughter of the royal crown. Tanya froze. “Who’s there?” Please come forth. The voice was in her head. It wasn’t from anyone or anything Tanya had heard…it didn’t sound human. But there was something in it, a knowing and sense of benevolence that she hadn’t encountered before. Cautious, but curious, she continued on. She reached the end of the hallway. There was a great chamber there, the blue marble walls stretching high to the ceiling. There was no floor here, only a deep pool of dark blue water that seemed to glow. Tanya looked around, searching for the source of the voice. The waters began to bubble. Something rose from them, large and black, its skin as shiny as rubber. It was something monstrous, and not like any animal Tanya had ever heard of. She was so caught by surprise that she felt afraid, and was about to turn and run. Please, do not run. I mean you no harm. Trying to control her rapidly beating heart, Tanya faced the creature. She had a better view of it now. It looked like a giant mound of pulsing, black rubber, as if its muscles were moving rapidly, unable to stop. Large tentacles were stretching out, grasping the walls. “You are the voice?” That is correct. “Who…what are you?” My name is unimportant. I came to your planet centuries ago. Your ancestors discovered me, and built this temple around my form. Despite the monstrous appearance, Tanya found herself getting more interested in this being, rather then fearing it. “Why are you here?” My race believes that the purpose of our lives is to acquire as much wisdom and knowledge as possible. I came to this planet to learn more about it, and determined that the best way to do this was to acquire the knowledge and experience of this planet’s rulers. In that manner, for the past several centuries, I have been receiving and giving the combined knowledge and wisdom of your ancestors. “I don’t understand.” At the end of their lives, your ancestors came here and offered themselves to me. I took their bodies and absorbed their minds, learning all I could about their knowledge, experiences, and wisdom. When their successors came, I took them within myself and transferred the same knowledge and wisdom to them, allowing them to rule with the gathered wisdom of their ancestors. This, in turn, allows them to rule more wisely, and to gain more wisdom from their experiences, which enriches me. “So…I am to be the next successor?” That is correct. It is an arrangement I have maintained with your family, and you will be its newest recipient. “What do I have to do?” A few black tentacles emerged from the water, snaking towards Tanya, rubbing themselves around her legs. The process of transferring knowledge and wisdom requires complete absorption of the individual. I must take you within me. “You’re joking, right?” While I appreciate the value of humor, no, I am not. “So…how exactly does this work?” The process takes five days. Regrettably, it will destroy most types of clothing, including your dress. “Oh.” Realizing what she had to do, Tanya hesitantly started to take off her clothes. Do not be ashamed of your body. It is natural. “In case you haven’t noticed, going around nude isn’t very well accepted in my country.” With a final tug, she pulled off the rest of her clothes, standing naked before the creature, arms instinctively covering her most sensitive areas. It has been programmed into your mind to be ashamed of being nude. “Thanks for pointing that out.” Are you ready for the process to begin? More tentacles began to rise from the creature’s body, moving towards Tanya. “Will it hurt?” There will be no physical pain, but you may experience mild discomfort. “And my mother went through with this?” Yes, as did your father, and their parents before them. Tanya figured that if they could do it, then she could too, especially if the good of her kingdom depended on it. Duty called, sot so peak. “Very well.” She said, nodding. The tentacles moved up and around her body, coiling around her waist, arms, and legs, gently restraining her. They lifted her off the ground, moving her over the water, and over the mass of writing rubber. Below her, a large hole appeared in the black mass, revealing what looked like a throat that led deep into unknown depths. Tanya gulped, but did not resist as the tentacles lowered her towards it. Two larger tentacles came out of the hole and wrapped themselves around her body, tightly restraining her, yet not uncomfortably so. The smaller tentacles released their hold as Tanya was taken down into the throat, which promptly sealed itself behind her. For the next five days, there was silence in the chamber, save from water gently lapping around the massive creature occasionally shuddering. At the end of the last day, the hole opened once again. An exhausted Tanya was hoisted up and out of the creature, her hair wet and slick, sticking to her tired face. The larger tentacles transferred her to the smaller ones, which carried her back to firm ground, where they laid her down, then gently released her, slipping back into the water. Tanya stared up at the ceiling. “Wow.” Her mind felt like it was going to burst from all the information that had been transferred. There were no individual memories per se, but all the experiences and knowledge of her ancestors now resided within her. She felt different…smarter and wiser. It was a thrilling experience. “That was…amazing.” I am pleased you enjoyed it. Tanya’s groin was still pulsing from the tendrils that had inserted themselves inside her, as did her ears, mouth, and nose. But the pleasant afterglow from the experience lingered, giving her a wonderful feeling of euphoria far better then any sex she had ever had. “Can we do that again sometime?” She asked. You are not the first to ask. “Everyone else asked for it?” Correct. My species rewards individuals who submit their knowledge with feelings of extreme pleasure. It is useful in convincing them to return to us again and again. “You sound like a drug dealer.” A fair observation. But think of it more like symbiosis. My kind receives knowledge and wisdom, and in return we give the same back to those who submit to us, as well as pleasure. It is a mutually beneficial relationship. Tanya grinned. “Works for me.” The euphoria you are experiencing will last for one week, upon which it will fade. If you wish, we can do this again once every year, to pass along all that you have learned. “For the rest of my life?” Yes. And on the last time, you will be absorbed, to experience a year of pleasure as a reward for your efforts. Tanya grinned. Suddenly, this seemed like a very beneficial relationship. But do not forget that you are being entrusted with this information so that you may rule wisely and efficiently. A fair exchange, Tanya thought. You must to return to the palace, The being said. Your subjects await you. Rising, Tanya dressed, looking at the being fondly. “You sure we can’t do this every night?” You would become addicted to the pleasure, rather then focusing on your duties. “True enough.” Finally dressed, Tanya turned and headed back towards the exit. We shall meet again Tanya. Tanya smiled. “I look forward to it.” ...

The Doll Factory 8: Doll Dreams AmyAmy M+/f; machine/f; F/f; dollsuit; latex; leather; bond; fantasy; bdsm; cons/reluct; XX continued from part 7 Part 8: Doll Dreams We’re in the ADAM chamber. Jared and Gideon are wearing big coats and hats. I’m sitting naked on the chair. Some pieces of ADAM have swung down and plugged themselves into me. In front of me is the sarcophagus, all opened up like something from a Transformers movie. Behind the sarcophagus are five hospital trolleys. Each one has a box like a large glossy black coffin on it, and each box is cabled into the system. ...