DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE LEGAL AGE. Thanks to Lolita for re-reading and improvements. Part 1 Steph was just fresh from her MBA. She was going for an interview for a job in a private firm called CellFuture. It was a quite secretive company contracting for the government. It provided prison services. Steph had hesitations before applying but the salary was exceptional. It was the final interview and she had done well, according to the interviewer. Her interviewer was a strict woman, called Mrs. Mayer. She was the CEO. The position was to be her assistant. ...

Jackie was dozing in bed. Suzzie was already up and pottering around the flat. “Time to get up.” said Suzzie. “I’ve got a prezzie for you - but you’ll need to get dressed before hand” Jackie liked presents. “What do I need to wear ?” Jackied asked. “Your thick black catsuit at least. Plus, I think, you should have a butt plug as well. I’ve got them here, if you’re ready” ...

The flash of light instantly awoke me, the shark tug on my neck reminded me of the position I had been left in the night before. A thick leather strap around my ankles with the attached chain bolted to the floor. A thick leather strap around my waist pulling my arms in tightly to my sides, the attached chain locked and bolted into the wall holding me upright along with a similar strap around my chest. The thick leather strap around my neck allowed little movement, also chained to the wall, and reminded me of my total secure predicament, whatsmore the thick rubber sleepsack I currently stood in, maintained a comfortable heat and total inescapable bondage. The breaththru gag, built into the attached hood of the sack kept me silent with perhaps the odd gurgle and whimper, air holes near the nose allowed comfortable breathing, and the eye holes are fitted with my correct prescription lenses! ...

Story continued from Part 1 Part Two Chapter 3: The Weekend Returning that evening from a busy day at work she immediately stripped and showered. Then with mounting excitement, got herself ready for James, first, she slid herself into her latex suit zipping up the back zip; she shuddered with mounting excitement. Next, she fitted her corset a constant companion, admiring the combination of red on the black of her suit. The suit fitted her like a second skin. The breast cups lifted and separated her firm breasts; her nipples hard and swollen showed through the obsidian covering. She was pleased with the effect; pulling on latex gloves she wished she could spend all her time like this. ...

I am new not only to story submission, but to all things bondage as well. My best friend came upon this site and ordered me to peruse the stories and send him the ones that intrigued me. Little did I know how quickly they would be used against me!! Being such good friends, he wants to be sure he gives me everything I need to make me happy and fulfilled. Oh and I should mention that earlier this year, in a moment of passion and weakness, I did agree to be his slave!! As his slave, I was instructed to write a detailed account of my adventure last Friday for all to read. ...

Being naked bound and gagged was no longer an unusual occurrence for Anne. Her reaction to it varied according to the type of bondage and the scene she was in. Right now she was verging on absolute terror. It was not that she was in any danger. She had had her share of perilous encounters which had scared her to the point of losing control of her bodily functions but this was not one of them. She was in the open air, true, but it was her own garden out of sight of nosy neighbours or passing strangers. ...

This is a New Years day ritual that you won’t see on TV. It is like the polar bear ritual where people gather near dawn and swim out around a buoy in cold ocean water. The Petersons shut down the heat on their pool the day after Christmas so the water will be very cold on New Years day. It’s Southern California so the cold is not too unbearable. There are a dozen couples now that do this traditional dip in the cold water each year. Ours is a little different than others as we are bound hand and foot naked. ...

There is nothing quite like hopping into a full dumpster, playing around in the rubbish and burying yourself under the bags. That is the ultimate way of satisfying a trash or garbage fetish. But how to go about it if you’ve never done it before? Many trash bag/trash can fetishists start out with trash bag play, fantacize that they’re trash or garbage, and may even put some rubbish into their bag with them. I wore trash bags from a young age and I would—and still do—stuff them full of newspaper and other trash. And this is a great and enriching experience for any trash fetishist. ...

also appears trashcan stories Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion for bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours. For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen table where I knew she would find it. It stated: ...

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion for bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours. For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen table where I knew she would find it. It stated: ...

This was bad. Really bad. And the worst part was knowing it was my own fault. Have a backup release, went the advice. Be careful. But no, I had to do it all wrong. No backup release. In a public place, or at least not a controlled location. I liked trees, and being tied to them. And being naked. Yeah, I got all that, and better get used to it. ...

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy! Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!” ...

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy! Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!” ...

The girl was gorgeous. Simply beautiful. A work of art. Every man in the room saw her, noticed her, and dare I say felt her enter. She floated over the crowd and commanded attention. The brawler at the end of the bar, the married stiff at the booth, the couples sitting over various bar tops, and the skinny redneck over at the pool table smoking a cigarette. She had a smile for everyone, but time for nobody. Everything she did evoked a yearning for more. Picking up glasses, dodging tables, back and forth all night long. The drinks kept going out, and she never judged the motives. Every man tipped her, every woman loathed her. Wearing a tight red tank top adorning the bar’s logo, and short cut-off jean shorts, she could not be missed. Her chest was as perfect as her ass, equally firm and youthful. Her long brunette hair bounced as she turned from one side to the next. ...

It was a dark and stormy night. I sat by the fire reading a boring bookas thunder rolled in the distance. Suddenly the lights flickered and in a blink the power went off. The warm glow from the fireplace made eerie shadows on the walls. I lit several candles and sat them around the room. Too dark now to read, I begin thinking about all the selfbondage I had done and wondered what new mischief to get myself into. A plan begin to form in my head and I could feel the excitement building as I focused in on one of the candles, sitting in its large brass holder. ...

Its summer and so hot. The breeze is hot. The ground is hot. I am horny and hot. A perfect day for bondage and later a perfect night. I trudged up the slope behind the house and into the woods, working up a good sweat. Beads of perspiration made my naked body glisten in the sun and I didn’t really care. This was my day to get down and dirty. Literally dirty. ...

continues from part three Part 4: Shemale Training Mistress Anya waited while her slave/maid finished polishing her black latex catsuit. Soon the job was finished and the latex gleamed with high gloss from her neck to her toes. Miko helped her mistress into her knee length high heeled boots and the uniform was complete. She walked over to the full length mirror to perform a final inspection. The mirror reflected the image of a tall blond-haired woman encased in shiny latex that fit her like a second skin. Around her waist was a heavy latex waist cincher, also in black. The deep red lipstick and heavily made up eyes completed the picture of a cruel latex mistress. Behind her, in the mirror, she could see her maid, also dressed in latex but in pink and white, her eyes cast submissively to the floor. ...