My roommate had left for a short run up to the store so I thought time for some self bondage. When she came back she would see me helplessly tied and voila! I used a rubber ball as a gag, not sure if you remember the type of pink balls, they use to call them super pinkies. Well I took that with some strong duct tape and placed it in, passed the tape completely around my entire head. I took a second piece and used it on the lower portion of my mouth from my lower jaw to chin. Blindfold and ear plugs covered the rest of face. I used some nylon tie down straps to put me in a tight spread eagle. I took another set placed them on side of bed higher up to attach some rope to. I put the ropes around my leg just below the knees. This way not only would they be pulled to the side of the bed but towards the top of the bed as well and sure not to slip off. I assumed she would be gone at the most 30 minutes. ...

NB. In the UK, “pumps” (or daps) usually means a simple canvas shoe. Think Keds more than Converse. “Wakey wake”, came the cheery voice. “Hmpf” came the not so cheery voice from under the duvet. “Time to get up. I’ve got you a cup of coffee” A head emerged from under the duvet. The eyes blinked hard, adjusting to the light. The blond hair not quite looking it’s best. A hand slowly followed, heading for the cup being help out. ...

continues from part one & two Part 3: Becoming Lucy Tim and Bobi sat in the back of the town car chatting happily like school girls on the bus. It was an interesting analogy because they were on their way to school; a very special school. They had met at the boarding house that they were both staying at when they moved to the city. The boarding house catered to young gay men looking make a new life for themselves. Both boys were slight of build and neither one was more than 5’ 4” tall. Bobi, whose real name was Robert had found a boyfriend he referred to as Sir at a local gay bar. He had told his new friend Tim about the place and Tim had also found a man there. After several weeks of dating, both boys had moved out of the boarding house and in with their new partners. ...

This is my first attempt at writing fetish fiction therefore, I’d welcome all comments you may have. I can be reached at [email protected] The Beginning Saturday, November 1st, 2008 – 5:00 am. 52 hours to go – I’m not sure that I’m going to make it… Actually, who am I trying to fool? I have no choice but to make it – I got myself into this, and I’m the one who is going to have to get myself out of it. ...

You cannot easily force someone to wear rubber. It takes some care, even skill to put on, to roll it over the skin, smooth out the wrinkles. This is especially true of a full body suit. It had taken time for us to save up for the suit; time and patience. We are not wealthy. We had made do with a few items we had picked up: a skirt, a top even a helmet, but Mandy did not like that. The helmet enclosed her face completely and she felt claustrophobic inside. I did not like it really either because it hid her face from me. I love my wife, but I also love the smell of rubber. ...

Elise kept her left arm looped over the handrail, then took a long look down into the abyss. The resolve that had slowly built to firmness was showing its first signs of faltering. She had almost forgotten her fear of heights when she decided to end it all in a dive from the bridge. It was clearly the only way she could do the deed. There were of course other ways; an overdose of sleeping pills would have been easier and less messy, but somehow she felt it would be the coward’s way out. She did not own a gun and the idea of working overtime at the diner for a couple of months to buy one was just too much more of the very problem that led her to this place tonight. Besides, there was something about the fact that she feared heights; it would not be mere cowardice that sent her to her doom. Somehow that made the whole business more honorable. Still … ...

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the American sitcom, “Hope and Faith”. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Charlie?” asked Hope as her kids loaded up into the minivan. “Absolutely,” insisted her husband Charlie. “Between your support of the PTA sponsored carnival, the school play, and helping me out in the office, you were due for a day just for yourself to unwind, relax, and recharge. We’ll be back a little after dinner time, and the kids’ll be tired for riding all those roller coasters, leaving us to ourselves. A little champagne… and a little candlelight…” ...

The crowd gathered in the private dining room was noisy. Wine bottles and beer cans were abundant, but no one was drunk. Everyone was exuberant, celebrating success after months of effort. Scott Evans, CEO of Astounding Virtual Reality Corporation, stood up and with some effort got everyone to quiet down. “Well, we finally did it. We’ve got a working prototype of a virtual reality machine that makes everything else obsolete. No more goggles, no more gloves, just a direct connection to the brain. All of you here have done great work, and on behalf of the company I thank you. Since all of us are stockholders, perhaps we should thank each other.” ...

from the Halloween special 2008 Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge. Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package. ...

How often does Halloween show up on a weekend, perfect for partying? From time to time. And this was one of them. Friday night, and the party scene was hopping. I was hopping too, bars that is. I didn’t have much money, so I mostly hung out at the bar, surveying the room, checking out the ladies in their cute, sexy, costumes. And this year it was a jackpot. I’d just arrived at a new place I decided to check out, and the place was packed with short skirts, skin tight spandex, fish net tights, you name it, it was here. Not that I had any intention of hitting on any of them. This place was classy enough to dwarf what little cash I had. I was still waiting for my big break as a teacher at a college or university. In the mean time, I was stumbling from odd job to odder job. They didn’t pay very well, but it was enough for a fairly decent, if tiny apartment, gas for my beat up old car, food on the table, and occasionally enough left over for an occasional night out. And this was one of them. ...

from the Halloween special 2008 Lisa just shut off the TV. She just loves those ghost hunting shows, especially on Halloween. It’s about 10:00PM, and the kids have stopped ringing the doorbell a few hours ago. With a big stretch as she gets off the couch, the butterflies stir in her belly. Tonight is her planned adventure. The house, or you could call it a manor, just beyond the turn of the street, about a quarter-mile away, has long-rumored to be haunted. What with the spiked iron fence, broken windows and gables galore, it fits the typical horror story house to a tee. No one’s lived there for years. Perfect for her self-bondage game. ...

from the Halloween special 2008 “This is going to be the coolest Halloween ever!” Heather could hardly contain her excitement. “These have got to be the best costumes I’ve ever seen!” Will looked up at her from the couch, stirred from his nap. “Let’s take a look.” Heather shoved him over and sat down, bouncing in enthusiasm, a big bag on her lap. “Oh yeah, Amrita turned me on to Harold Chin, this guy she knows who makes these incredible, one-of-a-kind costumes.” ...

A Halloween Special 2008 Tale Chet and Penny were hiding behind the door to the back work area. The lights were out and Chet had a syringe in his hand. Penny whispered, “Are you sure that stuff is safe?” Chet look at the syringe. “Yea it will keep her out for about 3hrs. She will wake up with a headache.” “I still don’t know if we should do it this way.” Penny mumbled, “Are you sure.” ...

from the Halloween special 2008 “You’ve been a real jerk to me and my friends last night, Jeremy! You know it is my turn to pick the Halloween costume this year, and you’re going to be the back end of a horse all night!” Rachel was furious after Jeremy had insulted her friends, made fun of her dress, and generally had been quite the boor all evening. Now it was her turn… ...

from the Halloween special 2008 “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Sylvia asked her husband as they drove their Lexus through the darkening autumn twilight. Robert nodded his head, “I am if you are.” Sylvia looked at her husband, trying to see the subtleties in his face in the darkened car. Robert was handsome in the old-time Rock Hudson kind of handsome. Dark hair with a touch of gray, strong jaw line, and blue eyes that made her feel like a goddess every time he looked at her. He was the strong man she had always wanted in a husband and now, dressed in black tux, she admired him even more. Sylvia was sure he was not comfortable with doing this and it took some talking to convince him that this is something that would help their relationship, not hinder it. In the end, however, she knew he did it because he loved her and that he knew his wife wanted to attend. ...

A Halloween Special 2008 Tale “Trick Or Treat!!” Sarah opened the door of her apartment and saw 2 children standing there with open bags awaiting a treat from her, One was dressed as a witch and the other was dressed as a pirate. “How cute!! Here’s some extra candy since your costumes are so awsome!” She half fills each bag up with sweets and smiles to kids as they thank her and leave. Sarah loves halloween but this year she’d be spending it alone as her husband was working the night shift, and her friends all had plans. It was the first halloween she’d spent alone in years, but she was enjoying it, snuggling up on the couch with a blanket and some popcorn watching scary movies. There was a George Romero zombie movie marathon on that night, and by the second movie she’d already had around 10 trick or treaters. Sarah didn’t mind though, it was all part of the fun, even if it did interupt her movies from time to time. ...

from the Halloween special 2008 As Vern tried to shake the cage door in frustration, the locks on the outside jostled only slightly, clanging quietly against the cold metal. Linda’s voice came laughingly over the earbuds, “I would recommend against doing that again, sweetie.” Vern considered the situation carefully. Something about the tone of her voice suggested he should take her advice. Linda wasn’t one for surprises, and certainly he expected nothing like this! After all, it was supposed to be *her* in the cage! ...

My wife and I include bondage in our sex life to make it a bit more interesting, and at times it can bring surprises into our life. Around our house, things are pretty routine each day, with me getting up around 6:00 am, going down stairs for my bowl of cereal, and making a pot of coffee, then it’s off to work for me. My wife comes down stairs about 6:45 am, pours a cup of coffee, and eats her bowl of cereal. ...

(story continues from Recycling a Flatmate) Recycling A Flatmate Part 2 Lydia had dosed off, she had no idea how long for, but was woken by a slamming noise. It was the lid to her new bin; someone had shut it, but why? She was a little disorientated and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was and what sort of situation she was in. Her flatmate Fiona had stripped her, bound her and thrown her out in a large black shiny trash bag stuffed to the gunnels with newspaper. She wasn’t sure why, her only thought was that she had found some of the sites she’d been looking at involving her fetish for garbage bags, and being thrown out. Knowing how embarrassed she would get if Fiona had confronted her about this, it was typical for her flatmate to show an understanding in something she liked by getting involved first, and asking about it later, making Lydia more comfortable about it. But had she gone too far? ...

(Author’s note: Long time reader, first time writer. This story is complete and utter fantasy, so there’s no chance of anyone copying it in real life, ok? Enjoy! ) Chapter One: In which a Rubberman is born A door slid loudly shut and the butt plug snuggled into his ass, awakening him to a groggy consciousness. His first thought would have been about the anal intruder were it not for the fact that he was completely encased in some kind of tight body suit. Getting his bearings, he saw that not only was he lying on the floor of some kind of prison cell, but also from the dim overhead light it looked like his whole body was covered in black shiny rubber. ...