English is not my first language, but I think it’s ok, the story I mean… It was made collecting some real experiences and some fiction ones. I hope you like it. Any comment please let me know. [email protected] It all started in college. I first saw her in our language class. I was studying engineering and she administration. Everything went on smoothly as if made on purpose. We were just a normal couple in a normal college environment, until one October afternoon when we were watching some movies (there was no money for going out…) in my room, and we saw a movie scene where a woman was cuffed and played with. ...

I laid out all the supplies on my bed. There was a gallon of flesh-colored thick liquid latex, a sprayer, and a stocking thin nude lycra catsuit. I spread a plastic sheet on the floor and waited. My partners in my little fantasy, Kelli and April, returned from their little outing laden with bags from Victoria’s Secret. “Matt, you have no idea how much fun we are going to have!”, Kelli exclaimed. I did indeed know how much fun I was going to have. It was my fantasy…… to become a living doll for my two best friends. But not just any doll…… I was to be perfected….. I wanted to be a beautiful female doll. ...

On a bench, glaring at tiny, dancing reflections flittering on the gentle waves, he took another long, deep drag. The smoke tasted as sweet as the whiskey and he held it till it hurt. It seemed the river smelled like flowers tonight. It should have felt hot and sticky but a mild breeze kept the sweat at bay. There was no moon and few stars but fluorescence spattered the shores allowing him to exist in a soft, gray haze. ...

Cheryl was what you’d call ‘Strictly Business’ and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay’s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation. She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously. Cheryl’s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the Assets Committee. She was supposed to make sure the business ran like a business and not just some mom and pop candy store. ...

As Lesley sat down at her computer to get back to the book she was writing, she stared at a blank monitor. She needed to give her publisher a progress report at the end of the week, but her writer’s block had gotten her stumped. All day she watched television, did laundry, vacuumed, picked up dishes and anything else she could think of to avoid the computer. Since it was too early for her room mate, Bob, to come home from work she couldn’t use cooking as an excuse. ...

I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place; he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn’t too scared that he was a mass murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement and moved in that day. ...

(story continues from A College Education 2) Part 3 “To hell with being bored,” thought Mrs. Suitor, trying to endure the compression of the waist cincher, “I just want to be able to breath.” “Before we proceed,” Stan said, “I think I’d better check the dipstick.” With that, he simply leaned over and stuck his hand through the gap between the chair’s seat and back. With Rachel’s thighs splayed wide, it proved ridiculously easy for his fingers to hit the bull’s eye. The brown haired housewife tried to leap from the chair, as Stan’s index and middle finger slipped easily into the folds of her sex. She screeched at the violation and tried to head butt his arm away. Moments later, Stan withdrew his fingers. They shimmered up past the second knuckle, with the bound woman’s juices. ...

Flowerchild wakes up to a pleasant sight. Her captive enemy was still at the foot of her bed and the essence of defeat. Once her blond hair cascaded over her latexed clad body as she ran amok throughout the country. Now she was reduced in a humbling cute yellow dress, hooded and cuffed to Flowerchild’s bed. Well she hadn’t time for her this morning and patted her on the head and got dressed. First came her crisscrossed pantyhose. This alone has stopped many a goon in their tracks. The black bodysuit was a little tougher but one couldn’t fight crime in a loose latex bodysuit… it just wasn’t done. She used her blonde captive to lean on as she got her ankle boots on. “Nice strong heel eh blondie?” Flowerchild poked her helpless captive on the rear under her skirt. She squirmed and wiggled. Weeks of this humiliation has had taken a toll on her ego. Finally Flowerchild finished off with her mask, decorative wrist/ankle cuffs, collar and her utility belt. She smiled as she took a good long look at herself in the mirror. “One hundred crunches, intense yoga exercises and tons of sex…. and dang I look fine.” She slowly rubbed her hands over her firm body and then shook her fiery red hair out. Grinning she patted her bound captive and headed to the kitchen. As her heels clicked down the hall she could hear a voice singing. Flowerchild couldn’t believe she used to keep her maid’s mouth gagged 24/7 but after she could count on her more and heard that voice… how could she keep her like that all the time. “Good morning Maid Day.” A young dark haired girl dressed in a dark latex maid uniform turned her head and smiles, “Good Morning, I trust it you slept well?” Flowerchild nodded and sat down. She crossed her legs and begun wiggling her foot. Maid Day always thought this a was a cute little quirk in the superheroine. “Your paper Mistress.” The chipper young maid handed Flowerchild the latest copy of the Enicar Gazette. Flowerchild read the headline; *Fourth Librarian Kidnapped in District* This was getting ridiculous. Flowerchild couldn’t find out who was kidnapping all these ladies. Each were a librarian, in their 20’s, blonde but that was it. Flowerchild even did a undercover job as her alter ego Miss Flowers in a blonde wig but was a no good. Somehow this person was really really good. Then an idea came across her devilish mind. It would take some cunning but it was time for another stakeout. She quickly told Maid Day what she had in mind and they hustle down the hallway to prepare. There was only one library that hadn’t been hit and Flowerchild would need more than a blonde wig. That night A sexy blonde lady stood on the far end of the library behind the enclosed counter. She shifted on a pair of sexy black high heels as she read a book on a far side of the counter.. her back to the entrance. Her hair hanged wild down her back. The library was scheduled to close shop soon.. but a hooded figure quietly entered. He could see the lady from afar. He lifted up a device and aimed it in her direction. The view screen read positive… this girl was a true blond. Not like that undercover cop or whomever was at the other library a few nights back. He slowly made his way to the classic literature section. Like the other places… barely any of these classics were ever touched. People today…. always online he thought. This would be his final capture. The other girls he got were back in his hideout and ready for their special buyer. Slavery was always a good business but this current client wanted five well educated young blondes. Each had to be dressed and ready as a specific desire of his; cheerleader, maid, nurse, cowgirl…. and this last one would be the harem girl. He held up the rag as he quietly tiptoed to the counter. Her back was still to him. He quickly jumped over and grabbed her hard… she grunted as he started to put the cloth to her face. ??Grunted as he started?? He spun her around and saw a ball lodged into her mouth. A clear strap went from the ball and around her head…. a barely visible collar, wrist cuffs and leg cuffs kept her unable to move much. The small piece of paper hanging from the collar’s d-ring really made his blood ran cold…. it said “Bait”. He turned to run, but a striking masked red beauty was standing on the other side of the counter. She pulled her rock hard fist back and let it fly right across his chin… knocking him out completely. The blonde grunted and struggled in her bonds. Flowerchild easily jumped over and cuffed the creep and stood looking at her. “Whats wrong? You haven’t been out of my bedroom in weeks and still you complain and complain. I even put you in this killer sexy outfit and help lure in a badguy. You should feel proud for doing something good for once.” Flowerchild pulled out her communicator and called the police to pick up the perp. She just looked at the once powerful Blonde Binder as she helplessly struggled with the clearly there bindings. “Time to go home hun and back to your place at the foot of my bed.” The Blonde Binder shook her head but it did no good. Flowerchild easily picked her up and slung her over her shoulder. A few smacks on the rear and she decided to be good on the way back to Flowerchild’s lair. One day the Blonde Binder would be free and exact her revenge on this ginger haired do-gooder… one day. The police arrived and arrested the creepy kidnapper. Soon enough all the captive librarians were freed and sent on there way. Oddly enough they all wanted to keep the sexy outfits they were dressed in and the bondage gear too… and the thought that librarians were dowdy soon disappeared in the city. Flowerchild was inspired by the kidnappers plan and dressed The Blonde Binder in a harem outfit and kept her bound and hooded at the foot of her bed. The End…for now ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Reversal 3: Baroness Manchester’s Device)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Chapter 4: The New Manni Barbette awoke in her own bed. She lay silently, looking up at the plasterwork of the ceiling, allowing memories of all that had happened the prior night to come back to her. Strapped up, the unseen Baroness Manchester pumping her through the wall with her pneumonic nightmare, an endless flush of passion. How many times had its cleverly-shaped rubber head pushed into her, pressing up, withering and pulsing like a thing alive? She and the baroness would share their separate orgasms, she hanging from her tight straps, the baroness sprawled on the thick carpets of her elegant suite. Both would slowly recover and then it would begin again. The pounding bliss, the endless abuse, climax following climax. ...

It was with something just short of a sigh that Sara rose from her chair. No emails, no messages, nothing. For three days now, there had been no word from him, and she was beginning to worry. They had never gone this long without talking. With another almost sigh, she turned from the computer. The kids were in school, and it was time for her to get busy. Her home needed tending to, and staring at her screen would accomplish nothing. ...

An unfamiliar sound echoed down the quiet street, bouncing off the closed storefronts; the distinct rap of high heels on sidewalk cement. Quick short deliberate steps created by a smartly dressed woman in her mid twenties. The dark seams of her nylons quickly disappearing under the over the knee tight skirt-suit that showed clearly, her curvaceous body. From the pill box hat to the high gloss black patent high heels, she looked every part the modern 50’s woman. ...

This is a true story and this happened about six months ago. It took me awhile to get over this but most of us make mistakes. This episode happened about six months ago. At the time, I was thirteen months into my gender change. I had been on hormones and other therapies for more than two years. I have been a bondage enthusiast since my early childhood. Never had a partner, obviously, so I resorted to selfbondage early in my life. After fifteen years of practice I became very proficient. I love very tight bondage. But even when bound very tightly, I knew I could escape when ever I wanted too. ...

This is a true story and this happened about six months ago. It took me awhile to get over this but most of us make mistakes. This episode happened about six months ago. At the time, I was thirteen months into my gender change. I had been on hormones and other therapies for more than two years. I have been a bondage enthusiast since my early childhood. Never had a partner, obviously, so I resorted to selfbondage early in my life. After fifteen years of practice I became very proficient. I love very tight bondage. But even when bound very tightly, I knew I could escape when ever I wanted too. ...

“Oh man, we are SO screwed!” Ora looked over at her panicking companion. “Calm down you spineless wimp.” “Calm down? Don’t you know where we are you idiot?! We’re in line for judgment! You know what they’re going to do with us?!” “Yes I do,” Ora said confidently. “Do you?! From what I get, Terrorists don’t go to heaven!” “For the last time, we are not terrorists.” Ora said, annoyed. “The government was corrupted beyond repair, and we had to take it out.” ...

continued from part one Part Two: New Regime Opening his eyes slowly Sam was aware of the first glimmers of a new day. He took delight in the simple action of looking at the time on the bedside stand. This was a new experience for him; long denied any idea of the passing hours. It was 5.45am. This was the day he had long fantasised about increasingly as he journeyed ever deeper into the dark universe of his subconscious desires now manifest in the paradigm they had agreed on during his earlier submission under his ever demanding Mistresses interrogation. His heart leapt at the realisation of this special day. ...

John is so in. It’s John’s 18th birthday and he is about to receive what his mistress has referred to as his “initiation into manhood and the service of his mistress.” The mistress in question, Sandra is a twenty-five-year-old who has recently warmed to the idea of being a cougar since she and John expressed mutual feelings for each other about three months ago. They had met a while before that and through a series of fortuitous circumstances, discovered that they shared a strong interest in bondage, domination, and the wide world of fetishes. ...

I love to surf the web, just type in a random subject and search. Sometimes after I find what I am looking for I continue to just scroll through the results, you never know what you will find, or what you will learn, I like to think of it as Net-u-cation. However, no matter what you type in the search box, you will eventually find porn as the result, and the further you go down the list of results the kinkier the results tend to be, so my tastes in the bedroom has slowly but surely moved away from the vanilla side of life. Thankfully I have a very willing wife, who is always up for something new and adventurous; I wouldn’t have married her otherwise. ...

Who did I end up here? My thoughts start to wonder off. I could not do anything else anyhow. And to be honest, I did not want to, as I enjoyed what happens to me, I wanted it for so long, and now, now I can feel it. Tight and non-giving, firm but not hard. Sensational. Cocoon, enclosed between two sheets of latex, sucked firm by a vacuum. My body is enclosed, restricted by a vacuum bed, my head, sticking out a collar is enclosed in a latex hood, which only has openings where the nose holes are and for the mouth. My senses restricted, no sight, no hands, the hearing muffed with ear plugs, touch limited to more a guessing than sensible, alert feeling, speech banned by a ball gag. I must be a sight! A black, shiny latex vac bed, my member sticking out, enclosed in the same black, glossy material, my head encased in a black latex hood, sticking out of the neck gasket, with no skin visible so the picture is not torn apart. The one and only colored blub is the red ball gag. ...

Author’s forward : This is the first story I’ve ever submitted while under a deadline; and will likely see the largest audience of anything I’ve written to date. I would appreciate feedback, and greatly appreciate anyone with enough energy to send me a critique. Please, let me know if you like it, let me know if you hate it; but either way, please let me know why. To contact the author, remove the African animals from the following e-mail address : [email protected] ...

Amy walked into the store a little sheepishly. It wasn’t her first time in the fetish shop. In fact, she had bought several things there before. But her modesty and quiet nature rose up just a bit every time she walked in. “How’s it going sweet thing?” asked the store’s owner. Melanie stepped out from the stockroom in bit of fetish glory wearing thigh high leather boots with a 4” heel and a leather version of the little black dress. It always struck Amy to see the little girl she met at school 20 years ago dressed like this. ...