Mistress and I had always enjoyed bondage. Sometimes I would be tie myself up so that she would come home and find me; however I loved when she would place me into inescapable bondage, I could struggle and try to get free as much as I wanted, and so far I had not succeeded yet. I doubt I ever would, because Mistress was very good. One of Mistress’s favorite techniques lately was to trap me inside one of our several latex vacuum beds. We had several different ones, but they all had one major problem. We had to keep running the vacuum in order for them to work; now during the day the vacuum noise can be explained to any nosey neighbors, but who really vacuums for an hour straight at 11 at night? And if you ran the vacuum for any length of time it would get overheated and you risk burning up the motor. ...

Sheila was not really sure what to think about it! Her boyfriend John, had ordered a while ago something she was not sure of using it herself. It had arrived yesterday. It was a vacbed made by Kink Engineering and it was made with special options. Because Sheila was claustrophobic, she had told John that it was not likely that she would use it when he ordered it. Rubber was also a love of her and light bondage, but to be totally immobilized, she thought that that would be a bit to much for her. That’s why he made the special order! ...

Chapter I – The Delivery RIIIIING! An erotic dream already fading out of memory, Tasha bolted out of bed when she heard the doorbell. Or rather, she tried to bolt out of bed, but instead discovered that she was still lying spreadeagled, each one of her four limbs cuffed to different posts of the four-poster bed she shared with her boyfriend Wayne. She was alone and remembered cuddling next to Wayne as she fell asleep; Wayne must have woken up, tied her up as a small surprise, and then gone to work. ...

PART ONE In the shipping room of Kink Engineering on the fifth floor of Dick Enterprise Towers, a voluptuous masked woman ran her black vinyl glove covered hands over soft heaving mounds covered by skin hugging shiny red latex. An evil grin crossed her ruby red lips at the sounds of soft muffled coos and moans making their way through the rubber air tube. Her icy blue eyes greedily drank in the rest of the female’s sensually struggling form. The vacbed’s shiny red latex stuck to her form like glue holding her arms and legs immobile making her its captive. ...

The vacuum’s high-pitched whine roared to life and the air was sucked out from between the two layers of latex. Paige’s breath caught in her chest as she felt the smooth fabric press in on her naked flesh, trapping her in place. Flexing her bicep, she tried to raise her arm, but it was no use. That thin layer of black latex was holding her captive better than a pair of handcuffs. She tried to move her other arm, her legs, her head, even her hips, but she could not move an inch. The most she could accomplish was a series of isometric exercises. ...

Chapter 1 The darkness of the building contrasted starkly to the brightness outside, as she closed the door the corridor fell into shadow. She had to wait a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dim light from an overhead window, eventually she started to make her way down the corridor towards Adam Danforths’ office, her supervisor. When she reached the battered wooden door, she nervously knocked three times and waited. ...

It was a beautiful clear spring day in the mountains. The national park was alive with the sounds of bird and insect life. There was a gentle breeze blowing across the valley. I had been walking since early morning and was now far from civilization in a remote area where I planned to spend some time alone getting my life back in order after the divorce. I was not really concentrating on anything just letting my mind rest and enjoying the walk when I became aware of the silence. The birds had suddenly stopped singing. Then I noticed a faint sound. It sounded like an electrical arc. That sort of szszszs sound you get when welding. ...

My master had told me he had a big surprise for me. One that would stretch my boundaries and take me places I had not been before. He made it sound very scary and very interesting. I have always liked surprises. Master told me to come earlier than usual, too make sure I shaved off all body hair and not to wear any jewelry. Master liked me very clean and simple. I was after all his toy. He could do what ever he wanted to with me and I reveled in the power he had over me. That strong masculine energy that really turned me on big time. Master had been gently training me for months. I had been quite innocent and shy when we met at a friend’s party. ...

At the age of 18 I discover the vacuum bed when I see it on the internet. I already have discovered my latex fetish and the wonderful feeling of being bound. The images and videos of this mighty device with its shiny surface following the beautiful curves of the woman inside immediately turns me on. My little cock swells to gigantic proportions and I caress myself while thinking about being bound inside such an apparatus. ...

The silence grew steadily closer as she fell into the sound of her own breathing. Her breathing and the blood coursing through her head were the only sounds she could hear. Blindfolded and with the air tube in her mouth as a gag, she was mute and lay in the wonderful, terrifying and thrilling darkness. The latex skin of the vac-bed covering her nose prevented all but the heavenly hint of latex in her nostrils. Chloe had grown to love two things: the sensual feel of latex as it caressed her skin, and sensory deprivation games of all sorts. The vac-bed offered the perfect combination of the two. Not that all of her senses were depriving her of stimulation; her sense of touch was most certainly working very well. The vibrating intruders in both her front and rear passages were causing sensations that he was powerless to control and she wasn’t sure whether she would have wished it any other way. ...

“The only way to eliminate temptation is to yield to it,” - Oscar Wilde “They say her name is Pandora,” Kevin said with a half smile. “And she specializes in the kinkiest stuff you can imagine.” The ice in Kevin’s glass sparkled in the strobelights of the strip club as he drank. “What kind of stuff?” Mark asked as nonchalantly as possible, considering he had to yell into Kevin’s ear to be heard over the throbbing music. ...

Bondage, in one form or another, has been a kink of mine for as long as I can remember. I always wanted to be tied up when playing Cops and Robbers as a child, developing in to tying my ankles together during masturbation as a teen, and now at thirty something I have had hundreds of self bondage experiences. Better than that is the occasional bondage experience with one girlfriend or another over the years. The problem is that my current girlfriend does not enjoy tying me up. She will play minimally with me if I do all the work of tying myself up and she just has to tease me for a while and then let me go so I can fuck her. In these experiences over the last few years I have used leather cuffs, rope, and zip ties, but my favorite times are mummy wraps with duct tape over plastic wrap. Well she wasn’t such a big fan of the mummy wraps because she had to help put it on me and that is a lot of work for a few minutes of teasing. Then I found this device on the internet that would encase me like the tape (only much better) and would make much less work for her. The device was a Vac Bed. ...

Well like so the ad said “Nude model wanted. Must be gorgeous. Must have S&M experience. Must shave. Full frontal nudity required. No sex. One day only. Great pay.” So like of course I answered it ‘cause I do have a bitchin body and I am about the kinkiest chick I know. So this guy calls me and he tells me when and where to meet him, and I am like sort of surprised because it is an office building in downtown Dallas, but hey, cool, I live in Dallas. In the office I find a guy sitting at a desk but he is just like the receptionist and he gives me some forms to fill out and while I am doing that I am seeing several other hot honeys there so I really do not think my chances are very good. ...

At age 18, Matthew Ceres had plenty of reasons to be depressed. You wouldn’t have noticed by looking at him, but the blonde teen had taken a very dark outlook on life. Usually dressed in blue jeans and sleeveless shirts (because his mother thought he looked sooo cute in them), he wasn’t a big hit with the girls at his school. Though he was not ugly by any standards, he’d never managed to develop a firm chest or sixpack abs, and the sleeveless shirts he had to put up with wound up accentuating his stringbean arms, combining with his blond hair to make him look very, very gay. This, combined with the fact that Cancro High had a high regard for its jocks, had made his life quite miserable. For years on end, he’d been bullied and pestered by those who were bored, and generally ignored by those who chose not to make an effort in tormenting him. It hadn’t always bothered him, mind you. There had been a slight period in his life where the Struggle of Life had been nothing more than a daily little wriggle. At age 15, he’d found the most wonderful girl he’d ever dreamt of: Amy. Granted, she could’ve gone out with any number of the football players, or anyone on the renowned Cancro swimming team, but Amy chose him for the same reason she didn’t join the cheerleading squad. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it or lacked the ‘assets’, it was simply a matter of social pressure and avoiding it at all costs. In her heart, Amy was a furry. And Matt was one of the few people in high school who was fine with it. Simply put, Amy wanted to be a catgirl. That was pretty much the only reason she never joined any cliques, despite her good looks. Regular yoga practice and many, many New Agey health supplements had raised her appearance and social status to that of a ‘babe’, but her interests had steered her away from the regular crowds and to the lone wolf that every school seemed to have. In Cancro High, that was Matt. ...

Dan wasn’t sure whether to be overjoyed or saddened. An hour ago, he had told his wife Jennifer that he had been withholding a secret, and that was his desire to be bound. It was the only thing that he kept from his wife, but he feared that it could be something that would ruin their marriage. Dan learned of his fetish during his high school and college years, and like many others, found that the internet brought him together with like-minded individuals, and satisfied a deep, strong sexual desire within him. Dan had never had a partner to share these interests, so had experimented over the years with various aspects of his fetishistic desires. What and why he liked various things was complicated, but he realized that bondage was the central theme. The first time he tried on a wetsuit when he was younger, he realized how nice it felt to be hugged by the neoprene all over his body. Somewhere around that time Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman in a PVC catsuit piqued his curiosity. Later, the internet brought to him as many latex clad beauties as he desired. But none of this was enough. He read online forums and talked with others. Dan tried tying himself into some self-bondage, and also wrapped and taped himself into some self-mummification. He was intrigued by the idea of a vacbed; being made totally immobile in a latex prison, but knew he needed a partner for this, and wasn’t sure how he’d be able to get away with such a large purchase without his wife finding out. The stress of keeping the secret was getting to him, so he knew he need to tell Jennifer. Fortunately, Jennifer was OK with the whole thing, but not overly enthusiastic about joining in. Dan discussed with Jennifer that he would never be unfaithful to her, and she knew about his online activities, but didn’t want to “play”. So, it seemed, Dan’s fantasy wouldn’t come true, but he wasn’t going to lose his wife over it, either. Months went by, and Dan brought up the subject a few times, but Jennifer seemed to be afraid of what she knew of BDSM from movies and the media, and just wasn’t that interested. Dan realized he wanted to get a latex catsuit for himself. He figured that he would like the feeling of it, and it would be one more way to immerse himself in what he loved. The problem was that catsuits were expensive, and he just wasn’t sure where to buy one online, or how to ensure it would fit. Dan always liked buying things in person, but he lived in a fairly conservative place, and the adult stores nearby only carried the more “mainstream” toys and videos. Finally, Dan realized he might get a chance to own a latex catsuit when he found out that he was scheduled for a business trip to Los Angeles. He researched online and found just the place he wanted to go. It was a store that specialized in latex apparel, bondage gear, and the like. Dan also figured that he might purchase something for his wife to try to coax her into it, but he would just wait and see. His plans were made, and he gave himself an extra night at the hotel so that he could have time to get his new latex. Dan’s weeklong seminar went well, and every night he thought about going to make his purchase. His nerves almost got the best of him, but he wasn’t sure why. It was what he had been waiting for. He had been in adult stores before, but was never really comfortable walking around or making purchases. When he did, it always was quick and impersonal. Dan knew walking into a more upscale, specialized store would be different, and it scared him. Nevertheless, Dan got into his car on the last night of his trip and headed to downtown LA. It was a 45 minute drive to the store, and when Dan got there he wasn’t even sure if he was in the right place. He figured that it would be in an area of related stores and shops, but instead was nondescript brick building on the street. Dan drove past twice before he was sure that it was, indeed, the right place. He parked on the street and walked toward the brick-clad building and noticed the name stenciled on the large wooden door. This was the place. Dan opened the door and was greeted by a blast of cool air, which was a nice contrast to the hot summer Southern California weather outside. Almost instantly, his senses were heightened when he realized that the cool air smelled like latex. The aroma almost brought him to his knees, but he quickly was jolted back to reality. “Hello? Welcome!”, said the voice. Dan looked over and saw an attractive woman being the counter. She had black hair, a few piercings, and tattoos on her arms. “How may I help you?”, she said. Dan told her that he wanted to take a look around, and she told him to take his time and enjoy the store. In front of him, rows and rows of latex clothing was in front of him. It was almost too much for him to handle, and Dan couldn’t believe that all of this was real. He walked around and felt very comfortable in this place. He saw the latex bras, and panties, and decided this was probably what he would get for Jennifer. Then, he saw the catsuits. Again, he got a bit nervous about wanting such a thing, so he wandered over to the woman in the front and started a conversation with her. “I’m kinda new to all of this, but I wanted to purchase a few things to get into the bondage scene,” said Dan. ...

NOTE: Please excuse the punctuating!!! Let me know your thoughts and ideas! I LOVE FEEDBACK! [email protected]… PS: NOT a true story… although I wish It was… .J (Blushing furiously) And here we go!!!!!!!! “Remember… this is what you wanted!” she said sternly… a slight trace of amusement hidden inside her, only betraying the strictness of the scene very minutely. The “She” of course was my fiancée, my future beautiful blushing bride. ...

The darkness was really starting to worry me. After nearly 24 hours in the clear vacbed, I had started to feel some movement when I tried to move. The sweat was acting a lubricant and I was able to move my hands to my crotch and grasp my manhood. It seemed to be in a constant state of erection and within moments I was cumming with an explosive force I’d never experienced before. After the orgasm subsided, the latex closed in on me and the panic of clausraphobia hit me. I heaved and twisted to try to escape but no dice. I was stuck and soon my breathing returned to normal. Having been cleaned out and plugged before I was forced into the vacbed, this had been my only release of bodily fluids and it provided further lubrication and movement within the pressing confines of my latex prison. My anonymous captors had found me jacking off in a seedy adult bookstore on the outskirts of town. A man and women in their early 30s, they joined me in the booth and seemed to enjoy the show and the fetish video I was watching. In the throes of my orgasm, she slipped behind me and held my arms while he held a sweet smelling chemical to my nose and mouth. I was out in a matter of seconds. When I awoke, I was lying face up in a clear vacbed, sealed in between layers of latex. Able to see the room around me but unable to move a muscle. It looked like a bedroom and I was on the bed. The couple was dressed in tight latex catsuits and were wandering around the bed surveying my situation. ...

The Crate Part 6: Tight & Tidy by Edward Quadrio M/f; D/s; cuffs; collar; public; cons; X continued from part 5 Part 6: Tight & Tidy. Maryann got home that night really concerned. Not only about Robin but she felt a real jealousy about Ed in Robin’s relationship. She thought she knew exactly what Robin was feeling. Just about then the phone rang. “Hello?” “Maryann it’s me.” “Yes Sir.” “I feel like having a nice dinner and I want my sub on my arm.” ...

WARNING I would like to point out that this is an account of an actual event that I engaged in. This is not a fictional story and as such I would like to take a moment to say that I would not recommend any of the scenarios! They are dangerous and if you choose to incorporate any elements into your own lifestyle please take great care. Where to start with this story! ...

Part 1 My beautiful wife and I are renovating our house by the lake. To save money at first, my wife did the work herself but, it cost a lot to finish the jobs. Then she hired the trades and that cost even more because with extra workers, she could do what seemed like endless additional jobs. I came home the other night to a new twist to an old renovation idea. My wife wanted to hire a general contractor who could hire even more expensive trades and do even more and more jobs. “All she really wanted” was to remove the roof from the house and replace it with the one my wife said that she “always really wanted” and it will take only 8 working days and a lot of money. Needless to say I said “No way!” I would be working like a slave to this construction job and I couldn’t see any reason to give in…. ...