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 ...

Well today is a day off for me. The sun is shinning and the temperature is finally warm enough to be outside. The last of the snow in my back yard has melted. I took out two wood pallets and laid them on the patio right beside the privacy fence. I went back into the house and took off all my clothes. I put on my wrist cuffs and locked them. Next I grabbed two ice release bottles. One an 8 oz bottle, the other a 12 oz bottle, both with a string attached to a key at the bottom of the bottle, both with measured amounts of water and both very frozen. Taking three 1" nylon web straps, like the ones you use on backpack, a 12’ length of chain, 2 padlocks and a blindfold, I headed outside. I positioned my release devices close to where my hands would be. I had arranged my back yard so that no one could see me, however if you peek over the fence and look straight down you could see everything. ...

I woke up when my bed hit the ground, to this day I’m not sure why I stay on it as it must have flown a great distance, but I did. The jolt shook me awake and I rolled out of bed, expecting to yell at either the downstairs or the upstairs neighbors, I wasn’t expecting to find myself outside in a pile of debris that use to be my apartment complex, and a good five hundred feet from where my bed room normally was. ...

“Are you sure about this?” John asked, a look of concern in the raccoon’s masked eyes. He held the charm in his hand, running the chain through his fingers but not touching the small trinket that hung from it. “I’m perfectly sure,” I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. He kissed my cheek and slipping his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him until we were pressed together. “I have the week off, all my bills are paid and Sylvia will take care of my cat. I am sure about this. Of course it is your choice. I’m not going to force you to do anything.” ...

“The last few seconds are what really count,” Ilanna said, “the best part is when you’re ready to orgasm, and you’re not being allowed any air right at that last moment, it’s just overwhelming.” BP can tell that Ilanna is getting excited just from talking about her favorite sex enhancer: breath-play. BP and Ilanna are quite a well-matched pair, as fetishes go. They both enjoy breath-play, bondage, and kinky sex in general. Ilanna’s real turn-on for breath play surfaces when the sensation of smooth, shiny plastic is brought into the picture. She has gone down the long list of her plastic sex fantasies with her boyfriend, and they’ve begun experimenting with her many bizarre ideas. So far they have only gotten into mummification, where one participant is completely (or almost completely) wrapped in plastic wrap, and turned into a smooth, shiny plastic mummy with no hope of escape. BP has already been wrapped from the tips of his toes, and up to his neck (leaving his head free since Ilanna wanted to ease him into such kinky sex practices) since they began their erotic frolick. ...

continued from part two “I thought you said we were doing some suspension,” Meredith said, feigning disappointment. Alan was once again at Meredith’s house playing bondage games with her. They both had plastic and suffocation fetishes, as well as many others. Alan was wrapping plastic around all her limbs seperately, rubbing her skin with his hands at the same time. “Well maybe I’ll just suspend you while you’re all wrapped up if you’re so impatient,” Alan said, now wrapping between her legs and over her shoulders. ...

I’d had a hard couple of weeks at work, a few contracts needed to be finalised in a hurry and the pressure had been on me. Finally getting the paperwork finished and signed off, I left for home and a long weekend, three days to unwind and relax. I arrived home to find my husband sitting on the lounge with a big grin on his face, I knew that he had something planned when he looked like this, it always involved me bound and ending up having a great time. He spoke, “You’d best get undressed.” ...

The rest stop was on a quiet stretch of freeway just outside the city. Over the years the edge of town had moved ever closer and nearly overtaken the place, almost no one ever stopped there anymore. It was only a few more minutes until you reached town. I pulled my car into the rest stop turned the engine off and snapping out the lights. At three AM the only light came from the few lamps posted around the rest stop, and the glow of the freeway traffic on the other side of the swaying trees. Sitting in my car I watched the parking lot until I was satisfied that I was the only person around. ...

(story continues from Gai-Shift 12: Bert51 to the Rescue) Chapter 13: Journey Home The airship Unbound Pleasure, its nose and belly fire-scared, pushed its way against dawn headwinds as it left the jungled Andes for the capital city of Quito. Most of the crew, exhausted from the long night of activity leading up to the snatch-and-grab that had freed the mission’s scientist, her bodyguard, and the ship’s captain, had been secured in their bunks. The airship, running under a light crew, made its way west. ...

CNN “Late Night“ “Still no word on the mysterious disappearance of former ‘Covewatch’ star, Palmera Anderton. Miss Anderton was reported missing two weeks ago. Speculation on her whereabouts range from publicity stunt to alien abduction. A police spokesperson described the investigation as “ongoing”, but would not elaborate. In Business News…” Two Years Later… The two wheeled sulky moved slowly up the narrow, treacherous switchbacks cut into the mountainside. The crisp, clear air was quiet but for the scree of a hawk flying overhead in search of food. Even from a distance, one could see that the power source for the carriage was not the typical burro or yak. This beast of burden was clearly of the two-legged variety. ...

“You’re daft, Diana!” Derek exclaimed. “I am not! You’re just too stodgy to even consider any unconventional theory.” Diana glared at Derek, her freckled face as red as her hair. Derek tensed, preparing to evade Diana if she decided to supplement angry words with physical assault. She embodied the stereotype of the ‘feisty’ redhead, and she had slapped him before when he annoyed her. When she refrained from attacking him he continued, “Theory is one thing, wide-eyed delusion is another. Do you have any shred of evidence to support your assertion that mystic Vikings raid the coast of England every two hundred years?” ...

It was my girlfriend Anne’s first time abroad; I had taken her to a hotel in Paris for the weekend. She’s a shy girl even though she’s in her mid twenties, she hides her figure under plain loose clothing even though she has an hourglass figure and big round sexy breasts. It all started on the first evening when we had gotten back from a restaurant, she had had a few glasses of wine and was tipsy. I noticed a French waiter out on his balcony, only one over from ours; this was strange because he had been there before we had gone out as well. Even though it was dark I could see him from the bathroom window, I commented on it to Anne. I remember she said, “what’s he doing?” I watched for few minutes then noticed that he was looking at a lit window across from us. A woman walked past the large French doors at her balcony in her underwear, he pulled a camera from his pocket and took a couple of photos then put the camera back in his pocket quickly. I whispered into the bedroom to Anne that he was taking photos of girls in their rooms getting ready for bed. The French doors to each balcony were the full height of the rooms and six feet wide, lit by a bright light above them. It looked as if some of the guests simply forgot to close the curtains; the beds to the rooms were also placed in each of the small rooms in front of the doors with the foot of the bed barely four foot from the doors. I watched as the girl came back into view wearing a nightshirt and slipped into bed and turned out the light. The waiter got few more shots then lit a cigarette. ...

My lovely shy girlfriend Anna and I were laying in bed one night when she told me about a story she had heard at work a few days before. I could tell it was exciting her as she told me how one of the chamber maids at the hotel where she worked had been sacked for offering single men private shows or sex in their rooms. She would leave a note in their rooms telling them to text a number if they wanted a girl to call, the girl would enter the room blindfolded and perform for them, all without seeing who they were and without the guest speaking, so they could go home without fear of being identified. ...

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 2 Chapter 3: Bad Cocoa! “Jessica! Come on! Let’s go meet her!” Heather tugged on Jessica’s arm, dragging her along to the anteroom behind the stage. This is where Brulée had retreated to after her “performance… apparently she is ‘spent’ from the effort of supporting the gala.” the gala chairwoman snorted in response to Jessica’s inquiry… “She is not taking visits from her ‘adoring’ public at this time is how it was explained to me when I went back there a few minutes ago.” “Heather, I can’t go back there! I’ve got nothing to do with this gala! They’re only borrowing the place from me!” Jessica was trying to politely dump Heather so she could head back to the stage for a closer look at that peculiar statue. “Jessica!” Heather planted a hard swat onto Jessica’s latex-clad ass “You OWN this fucking place! You can go anywhere you God-damned want to!!! Now let’s fucking GO!” Before Jessica could protest further, Heather had managed to pull her away from the base of the stage and resumed dragging her towards the anteroom behind the stage. “Guess I might as well meet the ‘illustrious’ Ms. Brulée now.” Jessica murmured under her breath as she watched Brulée’s assistants start to wheel ‘Model Behaviour’ off the stage. Jessica quickly switched roles with Heather, and with her buxom friend in tow, made a beeline backstage. That is, until they were stopped at the entrance to the anteroom by a rather muscular woman, clad in what could best be described as a rather skimpy silver gladiatrix outfit constructed entirely of skintight rubber and plastic. “I’m sorry? I don’t think I heard you right?” Jessica quizzed, what she assumed was one of Brulée’s bodyguards, as she struggled to maintain what was becoming a rapidly fleeting grip on her sense of calm. “I’m sorry, you’re not allowed back here. Madame Brulée is not taking visitors at this time. If you wish an autographed picture you can purchase them off her website.” The gladiatrix replied, her arms still folded across her chest. “Autograph? I’m not some Brulée fan-girl looking for a freakin’ autograph you steroid freak!” Jessica began to fume… “I am, I’d like an autograph…” Heather whispered from behind Jessica. “I own this fucking place! I’ll have Ms. Crème Brulée and her over-hyped, self-promoting, middle-aged drag-queen looking ass tossed out of here in a nanosecond if you don’t get out of my Goddamn way. NOW!!!” Jessica raged at the gladiatrix as she closed to about within a foot from the woman. Jessica had already queued up another verbal grenade in what was rapidly becoming one of Jessica’s rare venom-laced tirades and was about to launch it when the door to the anteroom violently swung open. “Cocoa!!! What the FUCK do you think you’re doing!!!” The gladiatrix snapped with military precision to rigid attention at Brulée’s roar. “That happens to be Miss Jessica Darling!!! Who just so happens to be our generous and gracious host this evening! I didn’t give you FUCKING permission to treat Jessica Darling like some kind of discount supermarket store denizen!!!” Brulée punctuated her point with a hard slap across the gladiatrix’s cheek. “I’m sorry Madam Brulée! Your instructions were clear that you were not to be disturbed! I was only trying to obey Madame’s…” her words were cut off by another, even harder, slap across her taught face delivered by Brulée. “I don’t care what you were fucking told!!! You were trained better than that!!! You don’t treat your Hostess with such blatant disrespect!!!” Brulée hissed as the gladiatrix named Cocoa backed away and took up a submissive posture. “Perhaps I need to remind you of that once we return home.” Brulée quickly closed in on her apologetic bodyguard and grabbed her by the braid of hair dangling from the back of her head. “You will beg forgiveness from your Hostess right this instant or I promise you that I will make you regret it!!!” Brulée growled as she shook Cocoa’s head violently. “Yes Madam!!!” the gladiatrix quickly replied as Brulée released her grip on her head. She seemingly instinctively lowered her head and dutifully turned to Jessica. Cocoa’s eyes never shifted their gaze from the floor a few inches in front of her feet and did as instructed: “Lady Darling, please forgive my failure to obey you Mistress. To atone for my failure I willingly submit myself to you for punishment.” The awkward silence that followed for several moments was finally broken with Heather uttering a hushed “Jesus!” Brulée shifted her gaze from her kowtowing bodyguard towards Jessica and her companion, her eyes finally returning the stare that Jessica had targeted onto Brulée since the moment she opened the anteroom door. “Ms. Darling! Please, please accept my sincerest apologies for the rude manner in which you and your friend were treated just now.” Brulée had regained her composure and returned to ‘show-woman’ mode. “My bodyguard only had my interests in mind. I get so many request for visits after a performance that I’ve had to impress a rather strict enforcement of my ’no-visitors’ policy lately.” “I gathered that from the response this evening” Jessica admitted. “If you wish, I will have Cocoa punished to your instructions.” Brulée reminded Jessica. “No. I think you’ve got that quite handled Ms. Brulée.” Jessica had no idea what ‘punishment’ meant to Brulée, but in Jessica’s private world it usually meant that she had disappointed her partner in some way and Jessica would be required to atone to her in some manner. Brulée dismissed the admonished gladiatrix, and invited Jessica in to chat. Heather, apparently an afterthought to Brulée, scurried in after Jessica just before Brulée shut the door. “And you are…” Brulée finally inquired of Heather as she began to help herself to one of the many glasses of chilled champagne sitting on an anteroom side table. “Oh…” Heather stammered “Miss Brulée! I’m so happy to meet you! Heather Jensen! I’m a big fan of yours!” Jessica rolled her eyes as she watched Heather do everything but curtsy. “Ah…. yes…. Ms. Jensen!” Brulée began to comprehend. “I know of your work… quite ‘imaginative’ if I remember correctly. You certainly are well-known in your profession!” Brulée’s attitude towards the porn star brightened as her mental notes on Heather came into focus. ‘Imaginative’ to Brulée meant that Heather Jensen had developed a reputation in the porn industry for doing very ‘creative’ things in her movies, particularly in her fetish offerings. “Thank you!” Heather smiled. “I was hoping to meet you tonight! I wanted to talk with you about modeling for you!” “Modeling for me? I’m not sure… I’ve very selective about whom I extend the privilege to.” Brulée feigned flattery before she appeared to reconsider. “Hmmm… well…. let’s see….” Brulée began to walk around the starlet as she began to scan her repeatedly from head to toe and back again, apparently to assess her ‘suitability’ for her purposes. After a few moments, Brulée stepped back and commanded Heather: “Drop your dress.” Heather didn’t hesitate for an instant, and seemingly within seconds had undone the four large buckles on the front of her dress, wiggled out of it, and dropped it to the floor, leaving her completely nude in the center of the anteroom. “Mmmm…. nice…firm ass… solid legs… shaved…. breasts not too overdone…” Brulée had returned to her 360o scan of Jessica’s friend before she returned to her original position in front of Heather. “Show me your labia.” Was the next directive Brulée issued to Heather. For Heather, this ordinarily would have been a normal request. She had to show herself in auditions and shoots before. But she hesitated in this instance. “I asked you to show me your pussy. I must assess every aspect of my potential models my dear Ms. Jensen. It provides me with insights into how I can best use them to support my works.” Brulée impatiently explained. Heather quickly plopped herself down on the ottoman next to Brulée, seductively raised both her long legs into the air and spread them as if she were performing one of her gentleman’s club ‘dance’ routines. Brulée reached down between Heather’s open legs and lightly manipulated her lips, moving them around as if she were conduction a cursory medical examination before she stood back up and directed Heather to put her dress back on. “I see promise my dear.” Brulée decided as Heather shimmied her way back into her tight latex dress. “I can think of a several poses you would be a candidate for my sweet.” “Think so? That’s so awesome! I’d be honored to pose for you Miss Brulée.” Heather giggled as she finished buckling the front of her dress. “I’ll direct my personal secretary to contact you in the next few weeks to set something up.” Brulée concluded, as she finally turned her attention to Jessica. “And Ms. Darling! What can I possibly do for you? Perhaps you’d like to pose for me as well? You certainly look delicious in that outfit of yours.” “No… I’m not much of the model type.” Jessica returned. “I’d like to thank you for helping to make this gala such a big success. But I’d particularly like to know more about how you made the greeters that met everyone in the hallway and your experiences with Linda Cardinalli.” “Well, I’m sure this little gala would have been just as successful without my contribution.” Brulée replied unconvincingly. “I’m just an artist who happens to have a pulse on what her audience wants.” Brulée retrieved a glass of champagne and sat down in the opulent chair in next to the fireplace. Jessica noticed that although Brulée had removed her platform boots long before their entrance into the room, she was still several inches taller than her and thus felt a little relief when Brulée sat down. Even with Jessica’s martial arts training, she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight in her rather restrictive outfit compared to Brulée. It was then that Jessica also noticed something peculiar about Brulée’s latex catsuit: It didn’t appear to have any visible seams. “Oh, I’m certain of that as well…” - Jessica goaded Brulée - “but that statue of yours certainly impressed someone this evening and certainly managed to fetch a tidy sum.” Jessica attempted to refocus the conversation onto her desire to learn more about the elusive Brulée and the auctioned piece. “Well… I suppose it is one of my best efforts so far” Brulée dismissed, accompanied by a wave of her hand. “I really couldn’t say myself; I’m not nearly as familiar with your work as Heather is.” Jessica continued. “But from what I could see of it I must say that the level of detail is amazing! Just what is it made of?” “Its a combination of media my dear Ms. Darling, all my own inventions and quite proprietary in nature. But, I’ll tell you that this particular work is a mixed media effort of a special resin and a composite plaster-like substance.” Brulée teased Jessica with only the barest information in what was evolving into a verbal fencing match. “And Ms. Cardinalli…” Jessica thrust her next question into Brulée’s defenses: “I wasn’t aware that she had disappeared. Just how recent was her session with you?” Brulée straightened in her chair slightly as Jessica’s investigative instincts began to assert themselves. “Well Ms. Darling…” Brulée parried “When one is as integral a part of the celebrity world as I am, you hear many things that the average person is not aware of. Or even necessarily true for that matter.” Jessica was about to execute her counter to Brulée’s weak reposte when a knock on the anteroom door interrupted the match. “My Lady?” A petite short-haired blond in a latex schoolgirl outfit and black patent leather oxford pumps with, what Jessica visually measured as, 5" heels stood in the doorway. “Yes Taffy? What is it?” Brulée inquired, her voice dripping with impatience at the intrusion, as she held her gaze on Jessica. “Crème, the plane is ready at the airport, we can leave the moment you are ready.” the blond sheepishly informed the seated artist. “Very well Taffy. Inform everyone that I’ll be leaving now.” Brulée responded as she dismissed the blond with a waive of her hand. “Well Ms. Darling…” Brulée rose to her feet. “As you hear, people are waiting for me, and I’m quite tired from all my efforts this evening. So, again, I’d like to truly thank you for your gracious hospitality and compliment you on maintaining such a quaint estate. I especially appreciated the champagne you provided. Its quite delicious.” “Oh, you’re quite welcome Ms. Brulée. It was the least I could do for a worthy cause. And I thank you for the compliment, champagne is a recent expansion for our ‘quaint’ winery, and this is the first vintage we’ve released. I’ll see that a case or two are sent to you.” Jessica offered a polite smile and began to walk towards the door. “And don’t forget about the modeling session?” Heather reminded Brulée as she scurried to follow Jessica. “Oh, absolutely my dear. I’ll direct my staff to contact you soon.” Brulée replied before she shut and locked the door behind her just departed guests. ...

Story continued from Part 4 Part Five Chapter 9: For the love of my Master Selena awoke with a start, ‘where was she? Then she inwardly smiled. Of course in her Masters bedroom! She stretched luxuriating in her condition. She tongued her gag then sucked. She was in heaven. But where was her Master and how long had she been asleep for? She waited passively in her darkness. Small vibrations told her of her Masters return. She spread her legs wide placing her arms above her head. Her Master entered her swiftly bearing down on her with the full weight on his hips arching his back with arms supporting his upper body. ...

Chapter 10 - Granting a Slave’s Request Opening the through crotch zip having completed her early morning slave discipline Selena was both excited and anxious about giving herself her first enema. She had filled the red rubber enema bag with the measured 1 litre of warm water into which she had put half a teaspoonful of salt. Now she applied the lubricant both to the nozzle and her anus. She then took a deep breath and pressed the nozzle against her tight rosebud. She tried to relax and accept the inevitable. Then suddenly she could feel the sensation of something penetrating her. She kept pushing and felt the inward progress until the right hand come to a stop at the juncture of the stiff nozzle and flexible rubber tubing; she held it there standing legs apart, her body slightly bent forward. Next she lowered herself onto the black latex sheet she had spread on the bathroom floor. ...

(story continues from The Bins Next Door) Part Two I was well and truly panicking now as I struggled again in vain against the moist plastic garbage pile that surrounded me on all sides. I tried desperately to make some noise that might be heard by a passer by, but against the tight sealed tape over my mouth, all I could manage was a vague “mmmmm” noise, and I knew that even if someone stood right outside my steel trash prison, they would never hear it above the noise of the passing traffic. I had totally lost track of time, but I knew that from the fact that I was here at least one night, then Jake the garbarge boy would soon be here to do his job, and sweep away the trash to make way for another weeks load of spoil. ...

(story continues from Making a New Friend 3) This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. Part 4 As Wendy tried to contain her panic, she picked up her cell phone and hit speed dial three. A familiar voice answered on the other end. ...

My husband was always very generous at Easter time, always making me feel like a little girl again. He would hide fine chocolates and jewelry through out the house, my very own little Easter egg hunt. My husband wasn’t much of a candy lover and I could never figure out what to get him. The only thing he ever wanted was to take complete advantage of my body. I am a very attractive 5’5” blonde with a shapely body (36D-24-35). So I figured I would dress up for him and hide bondage items through out the house and allow him to use them on me. ...

“Your training will begin today. Come into the bedroom when you get home, and be naked.” This is the text message that Tyler got on his way home. This is the message that sent a chill down his spine. He had been running a few errands for his girlfriend, Cassie. She had probably been home from work for about a half an hour, given what time in the day it was. He knew what the message meant; he and Cassie had been talking about it recently. Tyler was at once nervous, but strangely excited at the same time. He knows that when he gets home, he will walk into the bedroom, and for the rest of the night at least, trust himself completely to his girlfriend. He knows he will have to begin relying on Cassie for even the very air that he breathes. ...