Something very interesting happened to me one stormy night during what I thought was a private session. This is the scenario, being somewhat imaginative I create a lot of my bondage gear. One piece of equipment happened to be a homemade vacbed made out of ½” pvc pipe and plastic drop cloth. I have tested this unit multiple times each time making more and more strict. The night has come, its dark, rainy, thunderstorms all around and my wife is working late. The opportunity knocked and I answered. I pulled out the vacbed, clear plastic with a nose hole and my homemade mouth dildo. This dildo goes into my mouth and sticks out of the plastic about 4”, having a hollow center for breathing in case my nose gets covered. The only thing i’ve found for stimulation that works is an e-stim unit so I place the miniplug in my ass and the two rings are slid over my penis. I set the electronic timer hooked to the shopvac for 30min with it turning on in 5, knowing full well that I would orgasm at least twice during that period with the e-stim. ...

Early in our relationship, my husband confessed to me his love of rubber and bondage; this caused a small rocky patch in our relationship, but we grew back together, and have now been very happily married for over twenty five years. During this time his love of rubber and being securely restrained has not subsided, and as he wrote about it here a couple of years ago, under the name of R U Latex-Bound (in the mummified section), he has accumulated a few heavy latex bondage outfits; unfortunately, I have not grown to share his like of latex, but sometimes enjoy being the victim of bondage games. ...

My mistress and I had always enjoyed our games; she would love to send me little notes and instructions during the day about how she wanted me when she got home. She enjoyed my efforts and I enjoyed pleasing her. One of our favorite restraint systems involved latex vacuum beds, when the latex was thick enough and the vacuum strong enough the beds allowed almost no movement what so ever. The problem with most vacuum beds is that you have to keep the vacuum going, and you run the risk of frying your vacuum if you leave it on too long. Also nosy neighbors in our apartment building might wonder why the vacuum was running for more than say 20 minutes, especially at night! Well in one aspect we were lucky our neighbor across the hall had become good friends of ours, and both Tom and Mandy knew of the kink in our lifestyle. One night after several drinks they admitted they had a kinky lifestyle also, but we could never get them to expand on that, but it was nice knowing they would understand and late night moans and groans. ...

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I was coming home from work after a long day at work and I was looking forward to going home and seeing my girl and just kick back and relax. As I approach the front door I hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner running. I open the door and I hear the motor running and I yell..“Honey, I am home” and I didn’t give it much thought figuring she’ll come down after she is done upstairs. I go to the fridge to get out a cold one and I noticed the sound of the vacuum cleaner but I didnt hear anything being moved around upstairs and I thought it was rather odd. ...

Janet had been into bondage and latex since her early teens. She’d spend hours in the mall at Spencer’s and hot topic, looking at the starter kits, fuzzy hand cuffs, and novelty latex under garments. It wasn’t until she was in college that she began to actually pursue it. It was kind of hard to do this in her small Midwestern town, but when she moved to the Cities for school, she was able to experiment and figure life out for herself. ...

It had been a long week at work but the weekend was finally here and it was a weekend I had been looking forward to for several weeks now. Our friend Julie had invited my partner, Sam and I to a party at her house, the exciting bit was that it was to be a fetish party and there was to be plenty of rubberwear in evidence along with plenty of toys to keep everyone entertained. ...

Karen had already been dripping sweat before she slid nervously between the sheets of her cocoon, but now that the air was ever so gradually being sucked out of the vacbed, she felt so wet she thought she might slide out one side. She had tried not to notice all of the people in the club watching her volunteer to have fifteen minutes of fame as a vacbed toy for the general public. Indeed, they had tried very hard (and largely without success) to not ogle her as she stripped down to pasties, back-seamed fishnet stockings, a lace boy-thong (all of the utility of a g-string, with a construction more flattering for a woman with a real butt). She pinned her voluminous, curly copper hair back into the tightest bun she could manage. She thought they must be performing that time-honored dance of loving the one they were with while dreaming of being with her - at least the straight guys, lesbians and bi girls, and in her experience most girls became pretty bi when presented with the opportunity to grope a beautiful, blinded, latex-sheathed stranger, and most gay guys were pretty fascinated by boobs anyhow. ...

Leia Solo was startled out of her fantasy when the door chimed. Is it finally here? She wondered. Leia jumped out of bed and grabbed her robe. She had been in the middle of a reoccurring fantasy of hers. In Jabba’s palace it had been her husband, Han Solo’s body trapped in carbonite that was now burned into her memory. Her fantasy was just that, trapped in carbonite, or at least something equivalent. Only the fantasy wasn’t about Han trapped in the cold unyielding carbon slab, but herself in his place. Every night she rubbed and fondled herself to sleep imagining herself trapped against her will, unable to move, unable to resist, imagining the borderline orgasmic feeling Han had explained to her in vivid detail. ...

At this very moment, in front of me I have a vision of latex paradise, on the hotel bed is a beautifully made one-way valve vacbed with the most exquisite quality latex and standing next to it is a goddess clad in the most jaw dropping outfit holding a can of rubber shine in one hand and my future in the other. My arms are immobile from the heavy latex straight jacket, I can hardly breath due to the incredible grip of the neck corset and the crush of the body corset, the mask I’m wearing isn’t going to come off without some serious cutting equipment neither are the thigh high ballet boots that are making my legs burn with fatigue. Mixed between ultimate pleasure and unending pain, I simultaneously wonder how I got so lucky and how lucky I’m going to feel in a few minutes or few hours or few days. She strides up to me with a breath play hood in her hands puts it over the crown of my head and looks at me saying, ...

Art. I was going to be art. Not pose for art, not make my sad little attempts at drawings, but become part of a canvas, shaped and molded by a wondrous artist, as I’d only imagined before. The beautiful latex vac-bed lay before me, welcoming me to become part of it, to be molded, stilled, and framed for the evening before a crowd of rapt patrons. But no good story, and no good evening begins with the climax first. ...

I can relax now that I’ve finished my senior year mid-semester finals here at Harvard. My brain feels like its fried. There’s only a couple more steps to finish my half mile dazed walk to the local tanning salon in order to finish off my winter tan. So it’s time to celebrate: one full body massage, a hair cut, and a pedicure. It’s so nice and relaxing to have someone run their fingers through my long dark hair and wash it throughly, while having a full body massage done at the same time. ...

“Would you please make the bed” my wife asked. “NO” I sternly told my wife After all I had already done like the dishes, laundry, folded the laundry, cleaned the house she was going to make the bed. She wasn’t very happy and of course that started a war and after it was all said and done she made the bed. Yea give it up for the guys right sticking up for themselves. With that she said, “Just wait you’ll pay for that”! ...

At first glance, you wouldn’t think that Kelli Jo Kelly could be a dominatrix. She’s beautiful, yes, and has a body hot as hell and twice as sinful. But there’s the girl-next-door name, and then there’s the simple fact that she’s a half inch under five feet, and weighs probably less than ninety pounds. Add to that her curly red hair, her freckles, her ever-present grin, and the fact that at even a slight distance, she looks like she just sprang from a road company of “Annie,” and that even in-scene she prefers jeans and a t-shirt to fetishwear, and most submissives would naturally conclude that she’s not exactly classic Teutonic domme-bitch material. ...

I arrived at my Mistress place and all my feelings where touched by that pleasant atmosphere. It was inviting enough for wishing a hole life standing there close to my owner. She informed me all the instructions for the night as I entered her garçoniere."-I’m going to set you ready as I use to. I’m going to leave you alone as long as I what it. I need to take a refreshing shower and latter some delicious meal for dinner. Be polite!, Do not disturb my silence! I want you thinking about how good is this pleasure I offer you! ...

“Take me home my kinky man” was all she said. I needed no other encouragement, I picked up Michelle’s hand bag and put my arm around my honey. We slowly made it to the clubs entrance and left. A cab pulled up upjust as our faces felt the cold air, was it really 4am? Luckily it was now Sunday morning and we had all day to rest, Michelle and I had needed a night out since we both hadn’t seen each other for a week. The cab ride was over in very little time, Michelle had fallen asleep in my arms, how relaxed she looked. Her sweet innocent looks decieved her secret desires, no one knew except me and I was lucky enough to enjoy all she could create in our our sexual adventures. I paid the driver and carried my girl into our home. ...

Emily turned right and drove her car through the open gates. She followed the lane which ended in front of the beautiful mansion of her friend. When she stepped out of her car, she climbed the stairs to the front door of this nice home. She looked around at the garden and enjoyed the flowers and the green grass. The sun was shining and added a finishing touch to the already beautiful garden. ...

It had been a very long day at work, and I was physically tired. I could not wait to get home, relax, and try to relieve some of my killer back pain. When I got home and opened the door, she was there waiting for me and handed me a drink. I had called her on my way home and told her of my day, she said she would take care of me. ...

My eyes itch again. This is the worst part. Parts of my body itch and there’s nothing I can do. It seems like theres never anything I can do anymore. Not since I’ve been put away. I don’t know how long its been anymore. Weeks probably, months possibly since I last saw light. Hours since I’ve been able to move. I hate it and I love it at the same time. ...

Tony was a good looking guy he thought, getting on at 40years old but happy with life so far. he had been married twice, had a couple if kids, did the whole package both times. Weddings, house, mortgage, divorce. Now single and carefree he realised that happiness had been missing. Sure family life had been great and all his friends thought he was a good normal bloke, but no-one knew the full story. His wives had loved him but never understood him. So now with his kids grown up and rarely visiting he had more than enough time to try everything he had dreamt of. ...