The Crate Part 5: For the love of honey by Edward Quadrio M/ff; D/s; bond; mast; toys; cons; X continued from part four Part 5: For the love of honey. Ed looked to Maryann and said, “Go to your room and put on your wrist and ankle leather cuffs. Also get a nice soft secure choker”. She smiled at him and said, “Yes sir”. When she came back he had a couple of lengths of chain in his hands. “Come and stand in front of me”. Quickly he connected about a 2 foot chain between her and cuffs and locked it in place. Next a 2 foot length of chain between her wrists cuffs in front of her. One more small link from the wrist chain to the ankle chain. ...

continued from part one Part Two Eight days… The best I could do so far. Being wrapped such a tight mummification, unable to move for so many hours, and then having to endure it again for two hours during the day was just too much. I might be able to handle it better if I could see, or even roll around a bit more. So twice now I’ve made it to eight days, then gave in and added more scenarios. Resetting the program for another twenty days, but allowing me the chance to spend a full night in a less stringent position. The more I add to the interface the more random my nightly bondage becomes. ...

Ilsa had a fetish Ilsa wanted a toy but all she had to work with, was an unsuspecting boy… “I want you to be my sex toy for however long I want.” Tyler, Ilsa’s boyfriend, had been coaxing her for a while now, trying to get her to let him in on her secret sexual desires. She had been hinting every now and then that she “wanted to try something new”, and had some “sexy ideas” she wanted to try, but she had not had the guts to really ask him to play with her… until now that is. At first, Ilsa’s boyfriend was a bit confused, and he replied with a generic “you know I’ll always be your sex toy, baby,” so Ilsa began to elaborate on her kink. She explained that she wanted to put him into some form of inescapable bondage and use him as her sex toy for an entire evening, or until she was satisfied, whichever came first. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 4: The Reckoning) Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Laura and Maggie 5: Stalk Like An Egyptian Part 1: Scratching An Annoying Itch. Laura’s nose had started to itch about ten minutes ago. She grimaced as the annoying sensation continued across the top of her nostrils. She tried once more to blow upwards to soothe the annoying sensation but as previously the effect was minimal if at all. She rolled her eyes and swore – or at least tried to, but all that happened was a new consignment of drool slid slowly from her wide-apart lips and joined the spider web of spittle linking her head to breasts, thighs and ultimately the floor. ...

The leather of the seat was cold against her bare skin. Besides her ever present collar, the only clothing Penny wore was her PVC raincoat. The coat came to mid-thigh when she stood and was able to cover her ass but early in their relationship Tom had taken a page from “The Story of O” and had forbidden her to have any covering between her skin and what she sat on. ...

The usual disclaimer which everyone reads: This story is purely fictional. It is for adults interested in tales on bondage and sexual themes. No profit has been made from this. Part I: The first time. As he settled himself into onto the sofa she couldn’t help but be amazed that such an attractive specimen could hold such a pathetic mind. Mr. James Norton’s neurotic nature required him to believe that he needed therapy. But other than that there was nothing wrong with him. Dozens of psychiatrists had come to the same conclusion only for him to leave them seek another. It was like a fix to him, he needed it and trying to tell him he was fine was just not what he wanted. I suppose it was unfashionable in his mind. Your “shrink” was just another accessory to such people and the last thing you wanted to hear was that you didn’t need to see one. ...

(story continues from Ooze) Part Two I find myself regaining form only becoming aware of my surroundings when I am fully formed. I find myself stood in front of my mistress. She approaches me and I am unable to move until given permission and I can see she blatantly enjoys it. And I have to admit I love being her toy. She gets closer and rubs her rubber hand against the side of orbed face, the feel of rubber on rubber always feels such a turn on. ...

Tasha walked at a steady pace her stiletto heels clip clopping in perfect rhythm. She hardly glanced at the familiar surroundings, pairs of houses, each slightly different, staring silently back at her. Who knows what secrets lay behind those rose curtains or the bright red door? The lawn that had become overgrown, the house with ever changing brightly coloured hanging baskets, the unmoving caravan, the iron gates that did not quite meet properly. The wall with missing coppice stone. Mr Franklin must have a new car. The twitch of curtains at no 54, that woman really should get a life! Just another street in another town or city? ...

I’ve been thinking about creating self bondage session that would leave me completely immobile for an hour and force me to maintain some type of discomfort or slight agony the whole time, or else face some type of severe punishment. And in the last couple of weeks the pieces all started coming together. I’ve been into self bondage for over a decade, I’m an addict. I also have an absolute morbid fear that someone will find out about it. All my sessions happen without any kind of safe person, so I plan everything out and use a check list beforehand to be safe. All my release mechanisms are either based on a frozen water release, or some type of electromechanical lock that would release if the power were to go out or a timer shuts off. I’ve also created a hidden room in my basement and turned it into my own personal dungeon. Anybody going into my basement wouldn’t even know the room existed. It’s a fully furnished dungeon, has it’s own temperature control, and is completely soundproof. This is where all the fun happens. ...

Marsha drove up to the back of the building. It was almost 8pm, the time she was supposed to be there. It was a chilly and wet November evening. All she wore were sweat pants, shirt and sneakers as per Rob’s instructions. He told her she would need to be naked quickly after she entered the building. It was a spooky industrial area, and yet fitting for what she was about to do. She was a young looking 36 year old woman with pale blond hair and a light complexion.. She kept fit and was very attractive for her age. ...

Chapter 12: Stainless Steel Slave Taking the pad James read the note; his heart skipped a beat. Here was his lover the lady he had fallen head over heels in love with, whom he love beyond life and who also had an intense love of latex rubber; a true fetishist and who reciprocated his love. He couldn’t believe his luck. Here she was kneeling before him in supplication literally begging for an answer to her plea. He had been itching to tell her his innermost thoughts on the matter but now he saw, that her demeanour required a proper response; that of the Master. “Slave stand up and proceed into the play room. Stand in front of the cross. I am going to put you in to strict bondage before I give you any answer.” ...

Liz’s pussy was sore, but each throb recalled the pleasure. Pictures, sensation, smell, taste. She pulled the covers over her head to block out the voices of her parents downstairs. She was alone in her bedroom, just her in the dark. Just her with her wickedness. Her mind wandered over the events of the day. She’d first met Mick at a friend’s place. She was sitting at the kitchen table when he wandered in, covered in grease. He’d been working on the old wreck in the garage, just helping out. He plonked himself down and swung his feet up on a chair, before giving her a meaningful glance. ...

“The Great Messini and his lovely assistant Regina”, that’s what the advertising banner stated on the outside of theatres where we performed our magic act. My husband is the Great Messini and me of course I’m his lovely assistant and wife Regina. We have performed all over the world, and we seemed to be touring continuously. Finally we had a break and decided to take a holiday in Egypt, the lure of the Middle East. Dusky skinned natives, exotic locations and warm sunshine. ...

One summer many years ago, I used to hang out in the parking lot of a local business once it had emptied after the workday. I was 18 years old, but I still had the playful spirit of someone ten years my junior, and I had nothing better to do. I know it seems weird, but I just liked to hang out in empty parking lots; I don’t know why. Technically, I was committing a crime—loitering—but I didn’t take that too seriously. ...

The Crate Part 4: Selfbound slave by Edward Quadrio M/f; D/s; sbf; leather; steel; oral; toys; cons; X continued from part three Part 4: Selfbound slave “With the presents you have sent I think I finally realize what you’re talking about. It is in that context that I wish to be yours”. “Sub you’ve made this conversation very simple. Wear the new jewelry as you please, I’ll be home soon and we’ll talk about the rest”. ...

Summary: Jane new automated laundry system could use more safety features to keep girls from falling in. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.) Jane was extremely excited about the installation of her new, automated, computerized washer-dryer. Actually, it called itself a “laundry management system.” The Friday that installation was completed, she was so preoccupied with her purchase that Kevin had difficulty keeping her mind on sex that night. He decided to schedule a family visit for the next day, as Jane would be completely absorbed in doing her first computerized laundry run. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 3 Chapter 4: About Last Night. “It was really strange Antonia…” Jessica continued explaining the evening’s events as Antonia helped her undress. “In what way Mistress?” Antonia had helped Jessica remove the corset and put it in a drawer in Jessica’s wardrobe, and had helped her wiggle out of the skirt and now stood in the center of the dressing room as Jessica sat down on the sofa. Jessica was nude save for the latex stockings and boots, which Antonia had not managed to remove before Jessica continued her recounting of the gala and subsequent meeting with Ms. Brulée. ...

Story continued from Part 5 Part Six Chapter 11: Selena’s Birthday Surprise At work on the Monday Selena’s happiness was obvious as she busied herself with the project. At lunch time she slipped out early dressed in her SBR all tightly buckled and wearing her riding boots; she was off on a mission. Entering ‘Regulation’ in Islington she went straight to the gag display and sought out the pump up inflatable with a breathing hole through the middle. It had two straps each side which would allow for fasting to her latex helmet. She spent some time perusing the various clothing and items on display and was consumed with curiosity with some of the more esoteric items. She noted that she was running with vaginal juices and was glad she was wearing her latex pants. ...

Chapter 11: Selena’s Birthday Surprise At work on the Monday Selena’s happiness was obvious as she busied herself with the project. At lunch time she slipped out early dressed in her SBR all tightly buckled and wearing her riding boots; she was off on a mission. Entering ‘Regulation’ in Islington she went straight to the gag display and sought out the pump up inflatable with a breathing hole through the middle. It had two straps each side which would allow for fasting to her latex helmet. She spent some time perusing the various clothing and items on display and was consumed with curiosity with some of the more esoteric items. She noted that she was running with vaginal juices and was glad she was wearing her latex pants. ...

Hi to all whom have enjoyed my stories in the past. It has been a very long time since I have been able to submit anything. I hope this will meet your approval as well. It is a 2 part fantasy. I do not recommend any one try anything I have written. Most is probably impossible anyway but I feel I should make it clear just the same. My writing is fictional enjoyment only. Thank you ...