Chapter 15: Training Resumes ‘S’ lay quietly totally encapsulated in latex not one inch of her flesh exposed. ‘So here I am an animate being sealed inside an inanimate covering of my own choosing, latex rubber. The additional bondage of the straps and the tightness of them enhances the feeling of being contained and as such, I am covered and invincible and yet at the same time vulnerable. I am here until my Master releases me; I am in my element both as a slave to my Master as well as to the latex. The feeling of being in total bondage is amazing and the sensations are quite exquisite, it feels as if every nerve end is alive and sending messages to the pleasure centre in my brain. The feeling of being contained within the all covering latex and the all over squeeze of the rubber as it forms an impervious constraining layer is so physically and mentally satisfying. Here I lie in extreme bondage, my mouth filled with a fully inflated latex bladder with breathe through hole allowing me to gain enough air to breath. I can’t move a muscle and yet I am as happy as I could possibly be. I am fulfilled. I am at peace; I want this to go on for ever!’ ‘S’ began her mantra and eventually drifted off to a bondaged dreamless sleep. ...

Everything was black. “Jerry?” The voice…it wasn’t familiar…it wasn’t someone Jerry could recall hearing before. “Jerry, are you awake?” It took several moments of blinking before the darkness faded, normal vision taking its place. That was wrong…it shouldn’t have taken this long. Even on his worst mornings, Jerry couldn’t recall feeling this wrong. Something didn’t feel right, out of place…like something didn’t belong. It only took a second for him to realize that something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t in his bedroom, the one he had slept in for years. The room….this room he was in was made of what looked like clear glass mingled with white plastic, almost like a hospital room. ...

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day. “I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.” What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush. ...

They were inseparable, two sides of the same coin. That was said about them. They were more then friends, more then husband and wife. It was as if they of the same soul, split into two parts. Never more then a dozen feet apart, they were together always. It also happened to be that they were drug dealers, the most notorious couple in the world. Billions flowed through their fingers, as did the blood of countless addicts… and those who opposed them. Their wealth was uncountable, seemingly without end. So it was with their power as well, rivaling even the most powerful governments. In a world where power and money was king, they were the undisputed emperors of the world. ...

(story continues from Anne & Susan) Anne and Susan 2: The Nuclear Option After Susan slid Anne’s jeans down, Anne kicked herself free of them. She stood self-consciously in just her panties, blouse and argyle kneesocks, her wrists bound together behind her back. She was nervous and excited. As usually happened when she felt those things, she began to giggle. Anne could see it was ruining the mood, but just couldn’t stop! Susan shook her head in mock exasperation. ...

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 13: Intruders) Part 14: Return to Real Life Barbara Gordon turned the hot water off. Though the workout was a long, hard one, the strength on her body was returning nicely. She was finally growing accustomed to her new breast measurements, a strange side affect of her week long ordeal, and she actually liked how they now looked. But some of her librarian clothing was going to need replacement. Feeling clean and fresh again, she dried off and brushed out her black hair, which was going to need a cut soon. ...

I checked the address at least three times not wanting to surprise some totally unaware and disinterested party. Walking from the bus stop to Margaret B’s home was the most difficult three blocks of my life. That is a bit dramamatic I suppose, but those four inch heels in addition to being very high and rather unstable were painfully tight. I nearly fell the first time I stepped from sidewalk to street and that would have been a disaster. Any sign of a run on my stocking covered legs would demand a painful punishment that I could not tolerate and would certainly be upsetting for the planed adventure. ...

Lucy’s live-in lover has left the house. He will not be back for hours. How do I know? I’ve been watching their apartment for days. I know their routines as well as if they were my own. How do I know her name? I’ve been through her garbage. What am I? I’m a peeping Tom. Well, actually, that’s not true. A peeping Tom doesn’t do anything other than watch - I do. ...

On a comfortably warm spring evening Mistress decided we were going to toss off a couple of bottles of wine and just enjoy each others company as equals. It brought back fond memories of our years in college together when we would sit a talk for hours about our dreams and desires. Well one bottle turned into two and two to three, and the desires we were speaking of turned into pure fantasy. ...

So, tonight I decided to have a little fun with my straight jacket… (mind you, I can get out of it on my own it just takes a long time, or I have a hook on the wall in my place that makes it easy and quick.) So, Wearing shorts and a tank top (with sandals) i set off for the basement of my 12 story condo building, my straight jacket folded under my arm. I saw nobody on the way down but I was still nervous. ...

continued from part one Chapter Two Mark woke and sat bolt upright. He was not in his bedroom, he was confused and shocked. The memories rushed back to him as he looked over and saw her there beside him. Still holding a long thin chain that lead to his neck. He reached up and found the collar there…. it was locked onto him, with no way to remove it without the key. ...

Chapter 1: The Will The office was dark and gloomy. It exuded old stuffiness. The walls lined with old law books on shelves. The heavy mahogany desk sat in front of windows with drawn curtains to emphasize the gloom. The only light came from a shaded lamp on the corner of the desk. Two leather chairs sat near the desk for clients. The larger leather chair behind the desk indicated the status of its occupant as compared to the lesser individuals who might grace the office. A sofa and coffee table sat against the one open wall for informal discussions. A small serving area had coffee pot, a small selection of very fine spirits, glasses and cups for serving. ...

(story continues from Sex Slave 1: Sold) Part 2: Examination “You’re nothing but a walking cunt”, he said. “As long as you cooperate, and follow orders, you’ll be well treated. But if you resist or try to escape, you’ll be punished!” It was the self-proclaimed ‘doctor’ speaking, a member of some kind of sex club. They call themselves ‘Masters’. “Your primary reason for living is going to be to provide pleasure to anyone who wants to take you. If you fail to satisfy a sex partner, you will be punished severely!” ...

Story continued from Part 6 Part Seven Chapter 13: Taking Control It was late by the time they returned to James’s flat and they were both happy and contented to be back, ‘S’ retreated to the bathroom to bathe her piercings. James wanted ‘S’ to stay the night, he couldn’t bare the idea of her being on her own in her own flat with sensitive piercings and no one there to comfort her. So he insisted; she put up little defence. She could leave for work on the morrow. She already had some street clothes in his wardrobe; so it was settled. ...

Chapter 14: Public Meeting By the end of the week she had an offer on her flat; it was at the asking price so she accepted it. She began the process of closing one door in preparation of opening another. She took car loads of clothing to various charity shops as well as selling off many of the items she knew she would have no need for in her new life. Her collection of books together with her extensive music collection were packed and sent to her Master’s as was her collection of fetish items. ...

John is between sleep and reality. John feels pressure on his thighs. John feels numb and fuzzy at his extremities, and John feels wetness on his face. When you’re between sleeping and waking, your senses are all blurred and you can’t put things like these together right away. John’s eyes try to open but he sees nothing. Eyesight or not though, John is waking up. He begins to realize that the pressure on his thighs is from something sitting on his lap. He begins to realize that his extremities are numb because there is something tight and constricting around his wrists and ankles. John makes another attempt at sight by closing and opening his eyes again to no avail, and he feels his eyelashes brush against something as they move. ...

Chapter 1 The story “Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?” “They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra. Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to Mother/Daughter Self Bondage. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one. Part 2: The aftermath Mom and I had a talk about our sexual fantasies after I composed myself from my recent self bondage. She told me she got into bondage when she was married to Dad, and when the divorce was official she started to learn self bondage. Most of it was through trial and error. She look at me and asked me when did I started. ...