Note: Although the story gives quite explicit details for the construction of the headbox, I haven’t (yet) made one. If someone wants to try it out and give feedback, I’d be interested to hear how it worked. Otherwise, I’ll get around to making one and then be able to correct the design if necessary. Scarecrow. It was a box, just a box hanging from a chain, but the implications sent a thrill down Paul’s spine. He had spent each evening of the week working on the project. Paul worked as an engineer. He was used to ensuring that every last detail was perfect and, in his workshop, he had the tools to do the job right. ...

It was in the mid 90s before LCD projectors became the norm for office conferences. Our company was specialized in manufacturing tarp and other similar product. Our plant was producing heavy duty rubber coated cotton tarp. I had just been promoted to the personal secretary to my new manager on the 2nd floor 3 weeks beforehand. On that dreadful morning, I was just finishing copying a presentation that my boss was going to make. The presentation was scheduled to start in 2 minutes and I was running late. As soon as I finished putting them together, I headed for the conference room, taking a shortcut on the pathway that overhung the production floor behind the office. I don’t usually go this way as the noise is so loud. On my way to the conference room, my right heel got caught in a crack in the old concrete sending me off balance. Trying to regain my balance, I dropped the presentation on the floor and my worst nightmare happened. One of the copies glided toward the edge and dropped below on to the production floor. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 2: The Black Orchids)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part Two Chapter 3: Olivia Hammersmith It started with a single cup of tea. At six years of age, she was asking mum where tea came from, her head filling with exotic images. At twelve, she’d read every book in the library about the Far East. By twenty, the was fully fluent in Japanese. Thirty, she was Queen Lilla’s chief council on the region. And by thirty-six, she was Her Majesty’s Ambassador to Japan. ...

(story continues from Submissive Position) Part 2 – Slutty Claudia Chapter 5: Claudia Kyle was enjoying his shower as he began getting ready for his second meeting with Jodie. His mind had wandered onto their last meeting, how sexy she looked and what would she wear tonight. This brought his mind around to what should he wear? Normally he would dress casually, not really thinking about what was suitable; this uncomplicated approach had always resulted in, even if he said it himself ‘a good look’. However tonight was different; he was now a ‘Dom’ therefore should he dress to reinforce this position? ...

I have somehow stumbled into your world after yet another reincarnation. It seems that I have found my lot in life as a four inch man. I’m always on the run from evil giantesses as I continue to look for that perfect gentle giantess to live out my current life with. Every time I get close to success, my life gets cut short. I have been successful in finding gentle giantesses to live with, but they usually want to share their good fortune with one of their girlfriends (who usually have an evil streak in them). ...

Kelly Merrick closed her eyes and winced as Jill sprayed her hair into place, fluffing a bit. She wrinkled her nose at the odd smell of the hairspray, trying not to sneeze as that would add more fussing to the whole process. Finally though she felt Jill’s hands slip away and she tentatively opened her big blue eyes again. Jill smiled. “All done, Kelly,” the hairstylist- slash- make- up artist said as she reached in under Kelly’s light gray blouse and adjusted the tiny microphone clipped to the spaghetti strap of her tight, black tank top. Jill’s fingers were cool, and Kelly felt a quick shiver before the plump woman was satisfied and checked the lead wire running to the box hooked onto the back of her hip-hugging leather belt. “You look Mah-velous,” the woman said with a giggle, making certain that the receiver was securely affixed. “As always.” ...

It was another quiet night at the royal palace. The wind blew softly through the marble pillars, water lapping softly at the edge of luxurious pools, gargling from ornate fountains. Aids, servants, and administrators quietly walked to and fro, making little noise as they attended to their business. It was a peaceful, quiet night… save for the faint screams from the western end of the palace. Few heard the screams. Those that did hear the shrieks of the damned had long since learned to either tune it out, or simply walk of earshot. There was no need to concern themselves with them. But there was one who, against good sense, was heading towards the screams. Sneaking on the outskirts of the palace, the servant girl Tais was searching for the source of the terrified screams. Normally such a thing would be a bad idea, but with nothing else to do this night, she ignored her common sense. Boredom, and a morbid sense of curiosity, had compelled her to seek out the sources of the screams that she had heard for weeks now. She found its source moments later, in the form of a small air vent leading to the dungeons below. Kneeling in the sand, she peered through the grate. What she saw was something out of a nightmare. In dungeons deep beneath the earth, the criminals of Egypt were being prepared for burial, all being wrapped and bandaged as mummies. But these were no dead bodies of long executed lowlifes. These men and women were still alive, still breathing even as their bodies were wrapped in bandages, wads of linen and cotton being stuffed into their mouths to silence their screams and pleas for mercy. Watching the sight, Tais was both repelled, yet unable to tear her gaze away. Being the servant girl that she was, she had no reason to go to the dungeons of the palace. What happened there was none of her concern. But she was seeing it. The condemned, the worst of the worst, all about to be buried deep in the desert sands, their spirits cursed to wander forever without rest. As she looked on, she couldn’t even begin to contemplate the fate of those below… it seemed to be so cruel. No doubt these men and women had earned their sentences, but looking down at them, she only saw their frightened eyes, their terrified expressions even as bandages were wound around their heads, covering their faces forever. What a horrible thing, to know that you were only hours away from entombment, knowing that your spirit would never find rest. Such a horrible fate… and yet, despite knowing who and what they were, Tais felt something… a sense of pity for them. They were criminals, no doubt about that. But in light of such a horrible fate, she couldn’t but feel a little compassion for them. Strangely, such a realization didn’t feel wrong. ...

“I’m back!” BP felt butterflies jump in his stomach as he heard his wife, soon-to-be dominatrix, call to him from the door of their vacation cabin. As Cassie stood in the doorway, she locked eyes with BP, who was currently relaxing on the couch, trying to put out with his best pouty, puppy-dog face. “Oh no no, that won’t work now,” Cassie said firmly as she walked into their bedroom, “you’re mine now, you already had your naughty way with me… I know you haven’t forgotten already.” BP certainly had not forgotten. ...

continued from part 3 A forth part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come. While he lead her back to the house, carefully directing her steps, she was thinking about all the changes in her if which had happened just within the last few hours. Things she had been fantasizing about for such long times and never believed they would become true one day. And here she was. An immense craving for sex were the best words to describe the feelings of Walters rubber slut at this point. Right after that extremely humiliating haircut scene, Walter had taken her to a little restaurant, where he obviously was a well known and appreciated guest. ...

continued from part 4 A fifth part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come. Walter took a strange device RS had never seen before. Obviously it was some sort of gag. The part which was to be slipped into her mouth consisted of three parts, made of black rubber. The middle part was shaped like a short but thick and strong penis, a short length of rubber tube was running through it, designed to make her swallow whatever Walter wanted. Connected to this with small tubes were two rubber cushions. The other side ended in the red feeding tube and three rubber bulbs which allowed it to inflate the three parts individually. All this was mounted on a piece of thick, transparent rubber. ...

continued from part 7 Part Eight It wasn’t quite what the Baroness expected, but she was extremely pleased with Alice’s agreeing to stay with her. She had underestimated her own feelings toward Alice, but yet, the fact that Alice was going to have her baby eliminated all her misgivings about having an equal, rather than a submissive partner. Not that things were going smoothly. It took nearly six tries for one of the embryos to take; and there was a miscarriage a couple of weeks after that. The Baroness was becoming more nervous with each attempt. Alice’s two inch heeled boots were replaced with latex slippers; to prevent her from stumbling. ...

continued from part 8 Part Nine The Baroness had not anticipated just how popular Alice’s rubber creations were. Orders flooded the company she had set up. It wasn’t just a hobby; it was becoming a full-time job to run it. For this purpose, the Baroness chose carefully, the people she would hire to run the day to day operations. Alice was of course, in charge of design, while the Baroness still kept an eye on things from her executive offices. ...

The snow was drifting around Brian and me as we walked through the Christmas tree lot. It was already laying heavily on the ground and the branches of the trees around us. It swirled about us, catching on our fur. Without a word my boyfriend reached over and took my hand in his. The selection of trees was pretty slim, but with only a few day left before the holidays there wasn’t much left to pick from. ...

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. ...

I stood at the edge of the cave, looking out over the long rolling hill and the hardly visible path that ran up from the valley floor to the ground under my feet. In the distance I could see a man in armor riding his horse along the trail, being very careful on the tangled path, yet never looking away from where I stood. I couldn’t see what species he was, but judging by the shape of the armor is was a feline of some sort. ...

I sat before the computer monitor transfixed until the message of the screen saver scrolled across the display. Vague and general in a Chinese fortune cookie way, applying to everyone and no one simultaneously. One quote covers all: Today is the first day of the rest of my life. How pathetic I thought rereading the line. What was my mindset when I added the tired adage? To stop dwelling on the past, grab a hold of the present and embrace the future? It was to have served as a persistent reminder that life is for participants, not spectators. I had hardly heeded the advice. ...

My girlfriend’s family owns a beach house, a nice little two-bedroom plus other rooms. We had often gone there for a weekend, but this time it was special - - the private beach was clothes-optional for the weekend! Joining us that weekend was her sister Deb; I don’t think Deb thought much of me, and she was not my favorite person, though I tried to hide it. After dinner and a few drinks, we walked along the beach; Cindy was topless - - her tits were small but nicely shaped, and did not bounce with the lack of support. I had on my shorts and Deb, whose body is kind of bulky, favored us all by not wearing anything revealing. I guess the beer loosened my tongue because as we walked along, I made comments such as “look at that pair of fried eggs” and “she should put something on those mosquito bites.” The sisters said nothing, but when we returned to the house and I had taken a leak, Cindy ordered me to lie down on the single bed. We had done some light bondage before, many time she had tied me to the bed and then played with my cock; she could bring me to orgasm that way, but I really wished that she would blow me. “You were a bad boy tonight, insulting some of those girls. You don’t know how hurtful that is. Just like when you had to walk through the locker room when your penis was smaller than the rest of the boys. You need some punishment so you won’t do that again!” Ouch! She was right. I had never told her of this frustration but she might have guessed since my package was not that large. She bought out the leather cuffs and put them on my wrists and ankles and then secured me to the frame of the bed. But rather than play with me, she turned off the lights and went into the next room. And that’s how I spent the night. In the morning, she woke me and released one wrist and handed me a portable urinal to relieve myself. Then she reattached the cuff to the bed and gave me her news. “Im on call this weekend. (She’s a nurse.) And I have to leave. Max will be here later this morning and the two of them can decide what to do with you. I’ll be back in the morning.” Max was Deb’s boyfriend. I had never met him but no good could come of this. I begged Cindy’s forgiveness but she walked out without further comment. An hour later, in walked Deb and Max. Max was a girl! Maxine. And if Deb was butch, Max was even more so. Max was holding a wooden stock which she put under my neck. Then the released one of my hands and put it into place; when I resisted as they put the other one in place, Max grabbed my crotch and started to squeeze. I knew I could not resist and meekly put my other wrist into the space. The two parts of the stocks closed and I heard the click of a padlock. Then they released my ankles and stood me up; there I was with my arms in “surrender” position on either side of my head. “We have plans for you,” said Deb, as she tied a rope onto the ring in the front of the stock. “Let’s go.” They led me down to the water’s edge and the small raft which went with the property. We pushed off and I wondered if they were going to take me out to the big raft in the lake and leave there. As Max paddled, Deb tied floatation devices onto the ends of the stocks. When we got about 100 feet out, Max stopped paddling and they pushed me off into the water. With the wooden stocks and the floatation devices, I floated easily. “We’d better protect him against sunburn.” One of them liberally sprinkled lotion on my head and hands and rubbed it around. “Don’t worry about drifting off into the lake. We are taking the rope and will tie it to the pier, and when we want you back, we will just reel you in like a fish.” I begged them not to leave me but it was no use. In a few minutes, I was alone - - but not for long. Part II - Company Not too long after, two girls swam out to me. They were wearing swim caps and goggles so there was no way to see who they were. “Isn’t he the one who called your titls fried eggs?” “I think it is. Let’s see how big his private parts are.” They dove down and I could feel my shorts being removed. Then they came back up. “You have lots of nerve to talk about small sexual organs. I wonder what we can do to help him.” One of them untied the anchor rope. I pleaded for them not to let me drift out into the lake. No worry. The dove down and I felt my cock and balls being pulled away from my body and then the rope being tied around below my balls. “That ought to help you stretch out when you are pulled back into shore. And so you won’t know who did it, let’s leave these here.” My shorts were pulled over my head and my vision was gone. I head them laugh and swim off. Now I had to get out of there and hope someone on shore would release me. I could propel myself a little by kicking, but it was hard to do more than one or two kicks at a time. After a few times, I felt a sudden pull in my crotch. Damn, I was going to wrong way and the rope had stopped me. Painfully! I tried to flip the shorts off but they were wet and clung to my face. I turned around (or hoped I had) and finally got far enough that my feet touched sand. I walked onto the beach and in my joy, forgot about the rope. Another sudden yank on my crotch, this one more painful because I was moving faster. I thought of traacing it back to the pier but collapsed under the strain of my ordeal. Part Three - That night I woke when Deb and Max brought me back to the house. They left me on the bed, still in stocks, and let me rest. As it was getting dark, they put me in a sitting position and released my wrists, one by one, and cuffed them behind my back. Removing the stock, they tied the rope around my neck and then put a ball gag in my mouth. “No comments from you tonight but others can make theirs about your lack of a package.” And they led me down the beach, naked except for the cuffs, gag, and rope on my neck. We got to a bar with a little fence on the sand side. The fence was about crotch high and I didn’t know what further humiliation was in store for me until Max pulled a dildo from her pocket. They backed me to the fence, and just before we got there, the dildo went into my asshole. Then they used the rope to tie my legs together, with the fence rodss between them. And if that was not enough, the end of the rope tied my wrists to the fence, so I was now pulled backwards, which forced the buttplug farther into my ass. And my crotch was at the end of the fence, not touching it, and very inviting for anyone to play with, And it was played with, but not enough that I could get more than aroused halfway, at which time the touching stopped. What frustration! Part Four - back home They let me sleep in the bed, unsecured. And naked. Deb told me that she would tell Cindy that Max did not make it for the weekend and that she and I just hung around and did nothing special. And who would Cindy believe, me or her sister? I was defeated. Park Five - the new swim suit Cindy arrived later and I just kept quiet. Except that I had no shorts; I had lost them in the lake. And the clothes-optional period was over. So at Deb’s suggestion, we went to buy me a new swim suit. But not what I expected. We stopped at a dancewear store where Cindy asked to see an extra-large tank leotard. I tried it on and the fit was wonderful; snug in the crotch but not too much. Cindy ran her fingernail along my cock, which just showed up as a little bump. “This shiny material and the dark color are perfect to hide your privates. All we need to do is shave your pubic hair.” “I don’t know why you don’t find yourself a real man with a well-developed crotch. This one is pathetic.” “Deb, I told you that I would judge men and you would judge women, and we would not interfere with each other’s choices.” Cindy also looked at a bright red tank, also shiny lycra, and bought that for a special time. I was sure that the color would not hide by bump as well as the black, but I have yet to wear it and find out. The sisters took me a a women’s beauty shop and talked with the girls. One of them took me into a back room where I laid on a table, was doused with shaing cream, and my lower hair was removed. Before I could get dressed, the others came in and haad a good laugh at my now bare crotch. So I am now “leotardguy” at the beach. No worry about losing the swim suit, and I am used to the teasing. And it really does fit nicely! Tom ...

© Sean Malone, June 1989. All rights reserved. Published in ‘Pleasure Bound’ magazine by permission from the author Julia turned onto her back and opened her hazel eyes, feeling the satiny sheets clinging warmly to her bare skin. It was morning on Jolan II, the beginning of her first day on the infamous Planet of Pleasure. She stretched out lazily and arched her back, while her firm nipples pressed hard against the silky sheets. The circular bed was three metres across, and it was set into a curved alcove with a wide space around, the mirrored walls tapered inward to reflect the bed, its facets revealing a dozen images of her while above the large mirrored ceiling showed her spreadeagled, abandoned in its centre. Her brown hair lay neat like a helmet protecting her pretty face while the diaphanous material seemed to cling to her body, softly tenting over her erect nipples, revealing the trim luxury of her lissome figure. ...

Part One It all started with a bondage video she’d downloaded off a pay site that had everything from soup to nuts in its archive. The deeper she got into it, the hornier she got, which rarely happened to the 30-year-old, jaded beauty when viewing adult flicks. Its effect was so profound and so riveting it literally knocked her sox off. The rest of her clothes soon followed before she reached for her vibrator and, within just a few minutes, exploded with uncommon, orgasmic delight and astonishment. ...

It was that time of year when the sun is a little lower in the sky. The leaves on the trees are turning from a rich green to rusty brown. He sat staring out the window dreaming of more exciting times. Dreaming of the Mistress he was still yet to meet yet was willing to serve. On the stereo, the music just added to his mood. It was slightly depressing, yet strangely uplifting and sexy. It was as if the weather was matching the music’s mood. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the rain started pouring. The umbrella’s of the passers-by were raised one-by-one. ...