Chapter 4 - Tokyo The plane landing awoke the blonde, still restrained and masked as eleven hours before. She dozed off in a sort of daydreaming state, a condition she was used to have when taking a flight. A creaking sound indicated that Robert or someone other plugged her headphones. “Hi, Angie? Do you sleep well?” Robert joked. “Mmmghttt…” she mumbled trying to nod, but the long immobility had affected her neck muscles, rendering them numb. She thought that also the rest of her body and her arms in particular would have their difficulty to regain sensibility. ...

Chapter 5 – Dinner out She opened her eyes some minutes before six in the afternoon. She tried to look around, but the fogged rebreather bag she was wearing since she fell asleep was denying her any possibility to see something more than shadows and lights through the clear plastic material now completely covered with sweat. " Mmmghtt… Mmmmghtt… " she mumbled inspiring a little more than the necessary to enjoy the sensation of plastic quite glued to her skin and to remove the fog, that coalesced over her skin permitting to her eyes to look at the alarm clock. ...

Anne was a doll. And, not to say, just a great person and all around good girl. Anne was quite literally a doll. She didn’t think she had always been a doll, but then again Anne didn’t do much thinking these days, being a doll and all. But when she did, she was pretty sure she used to be a girl. She didn’t remember much about being a girl, just a little bit about the last day she had been one, because she was quite happy being a doll ...

Part 2 The time passed slowly as I laid there hogtied and helpless, wandering what she had meant by training and how long I would have to wait for it to begin, all of this mingled with the expectations that I had had before today whirled around my head, periods of intense arousal at the thought of what might happen were interrupted by periods of panic and anxiety at my predicament. ...

I climbed in my car and drove home, tomorrow is my birthday, and I had booked a day off, as I turned in to Abby road I could see a large delivery van outside my house. As I drew up the driver was just coming out of my drive, “Hi miss, we had a delivery for you and we had instructions to place it in your garage if you where not in, Would you like to sign here.” At that he handed a pen and the clip board holding the delivery note to me. ...

Latex toy part 1. The robot malevolently bent over and whispered in her ear. “You see that girl, the off-worlder the one walking in the crowd like a pebble in the ebb of tide?” the machine asked. It stood over her like a mountain behind a willow tree. Given the style and erect confidence of the well dressed woman in front a casual observer might suspect they were a young rock star with hulking mechanical body guard. Six camera eyes set in a steel head tracked both her response while other eyes watched the trickle of the off-worlder steps. ...

Latex toy part 1. The robot malevolently bent over and whispered in her ear. “You see that girl, the off-worlder the one walking in the crowd like a pebble in the ebb of tide?” the machine asked. It stood over her like a mountain behind a willow tree. Given the style and erect confidence of the well dressed woman in front a casual observer might suspect they were a young rock star with hulking mechanical body guard. Six camera eyes set in a steel head tracked both her response while other eyes watched the trickle of the off-worlder steps. ...

I would like to say that we meet routinely but our meetings are never routine. Sometimes we can meet only for a short while, for a short hour or two, but at other times we can spend the day together. Those longer times are my favourite as I do love spending time with my Princess. She is a remarkable lady. On the one hand she can wield a strap or the cane with practiced dexterity while on the other she is soft and cuddly. I have come to love and appreciate the differences and I am getting good at sensing what mode she is in at the moment. Sometimes we just get together for a good cuddle (I have admit I love those too). We will lay snuggled together, spooning as I hold her close. The most adventurous I get then is to hold her breasts in my hand and to gently stroke her nipples. She often drifts off to sleep then, for a while, journeying in some dreamland that I will never know. I am content with those times, I love them in fact, and even if I didn’t I know that if I ever wanted a release then I would go along anyway. None the less, it is a win-win situation for me at least. ...

I should have been forewarned. That phone call she made was not ominous nor unusual. I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked me to be ready for 10 o’clock and that we were going for a drive into the country. She went on to tell me to shave carefully. OK, I thought as she hung up. Shave carefully? Hmmm. I did go shave again as I had already finished my morning shower etc. The razor was used deliberately slowly being careful to scrape each bit of shaving cream from my face. I was puzzled by her request but happily complied with her wishes. Fresh aftershave, her favourite, and a careful comb ensured I looked as good as I could for her. ...

Well, this story is just a fantasy I had when I was going out with my boyfriend at the time. It originally started off as a dream, and then it turned into a daydream and then finally a fantasy. So here it is. I rang the doorbell and fairly quickly my boyfriend Tom opened the door and smiled at me. “Hey, come on in.” He said as he stood against the door while I walked in. He was quite a good looking guy, compared to the last boyfriends I had. He had scruffy brown hair, hazel eyes and quite a nice stomach for an 18 year old. I was a couple of inches shorter than him. I had shoulder length brown hair and I was quite curvy which he constantly said he loved. He also loved my breasts, of course, have you met a guy that hadn’t focused on your upper half. ...

When I arrived at our high top dungeon (I still chuckle over that). She sat me down at the kitchen table. No hug and no kiss! She just gestured for me to sit and where. She looked serious and that made me very nervous! She looked straight into my eyes. I search them for meaning but saw only conviction and earnest seriousness. “I feel that our relationship has entered a new phase. I very much appreciate your obedience and service to me. You have been delightful and a pleasure to train!” ...

Eight weeks! That’s how long she said that I had to wait for an O. Eight weeks! That’s 56 days. Or 1344 hours. Or it might have been 56 lost Os if I had one every day. Even the scant few I get with my KH would have amounted to something. But nothing for 56 days!! And then she said only if I was completely healed from the Prince Albert piercing and if she didn’t want to go for a new record. ...

Chapter 1 Stretching languidly under the red latex sheets, bare arms starkly white against the background, the rubber caressed the cheeks of her bottom. She was wearing a black rubber helmet with a deep collar, which zipped down the back of the head. This complete exclusion from the world filled her nostrils with the smell of warm, damp latex. The lock into which the zip clipped was closed and a penis gag, inflated to fill her mouth, prevented all but the slightest sounds Her eyes could only see out of small holes punched in the blindfold. Despite this, she was relaxed although unhappy to be restrained in such a positive way. Bright sunshine streamed into the room, falling onto the red sheets and heating the occupant lying with her legs open underneath. ...

A continuation from “View of the Mountains” by Catsuitguy In memory of Catsuit Guy. Someone who inspired me with e-mails and messages and whom I hoped to meet one day. This story continues one of his. I hope I do his remembrance justice with this tale. View of the Mountains II August 29, 2001 - My name is Bill Grant. This will be the final notation in this diary. It is appropriate that I close out this chapter during the actual Millennium Year (though 2000 was the chosen year for the world); three years after that fateful event took Richard Palmer, my employer from this life and took me to his house on Orcas Island. So many things happened since that day in February 1998 when I discovered his wife, Kristen sealed in a deprivation cylinder. Her sealed body obviously surrendered to the lusts of rubber as the computer systems took complete control of her life, her desire, and her pleasure. ...

Part 1 - The Journey begins… The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing. It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested… or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised. And yet, how long had she been planning this? Three years, maybe more. Time needed to test out certain ideas, work out kinks, and get up her courage. Time needed to make sure that she was as prepared for this, her most difficult self bondage adventure ever, as she could be! It had been a long time coming and she was ready… or at least hoped so. ...

Part 2 - Fear or pain! Voices. Susan awoke to a panic because she thought she heard voices. The day was very bright despite the cover she was under, and that fooled her for a moment into thinking that she was completely exposed. So she froze like a frightened deer while her tired brain tried to catch up with her fast beating heart. There WERE voices, but not very close. Far enough away that Susan was able to relax and calm down a little. She lifted her head and took a careful look around, but she seemed safe in her little sanctuary which made her a little happier. The voices sounded like boys, not men. But not young boys either. Whoever they were they seemed to be having a good time, yelling and joking with each other. And there was also another sound, splashing water. Susan figured that they had to be in the river or close too it. So that meant they weren’t that far after all. ...

Part 3 - The Farmhouse Susan had never been much of a one for swearing, but stress can bring out the worst in a person, as well as the best. She swore because she felt so stupid mistaking a farm house driveway for a regular gravel road, but the best in her at least made her whisper instead of shout. With dawn breaking slowly in the east, Susan got off the road and tried to find some cover in the trees that all but surrounded the farm yard she had stumbled into. She thought that maybe, if she was lucky, she could sneak past this family and make a break for the river which had to be back there somewhere. But images of her hobbling slowly across a plowed field in her eight inch chain were too scary to contemplate. She could hardly make a mad dash to safety! ...

Part 4 - Caught! Susan was dreaming. It was a dream she had many times in her life, with variations. She was in her old high school, or a dream reality version at the very least. Most often in her high school dreams she was late for class or couldn’t find it, and that was the case this time. She thought she knew what class she was supposed to be at, but it never turned out to be the right one. To make things worse, for some reason her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and at some point in the dream she had lost her top. She felt embarrassed to be so exposed to the other students, but no one seemed to pay much attention to her. Even topless and handcuffed she felt like an outsider. But she had to find her class, and no one would help her! ...

Pulling up, she could see that the old house hadn’t changed much over the years. It stood as proud and silent as ever. Just like him, she thought, leaving the car and moving toward the door. As she rang the bell, she steeled herself, ready for anything. Anything, that is, except the feelings that swept through her at the first sight of him. Silently, she gazed at him as he stood in the doorway. His hair, normally close cropped, was now worn a bit longer. His eyes, those soft, piercing eyes, seemed a bit more tired than before. Otherwise, he’d changed very little. ...

If I don’t get out of here soon, she will find me here. Yes, I know it’s all my own fault, I shouldn’t have done it, but I did OK? And now I can’t get out again. And soon she will be doing her rounds and she will find me here, and while that’s a fantasy I might enjoy in private, I really don’t fancy it in reality. It all started when we took a holiday down on the farm. This farm here as a matter of fact. A proper working farm, complete with animals, arable crops, manure spreading the lot. And when we arrived I first set my eyes on the lovely Celia. Tall, strapping Celia. With the mass of curly dark hair and a figure made hard and lithe by endless hours working the land. I guess there must have been other people about, but it was Celia I always noticed. Celia in the skintight jeans, jeans that squeezed an arse so tight and muscular it made my manhood hard and my palms sweaty. ...