continues from part two Chapter 3 – Mystery Treat Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber. Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe. We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more of her latex items and also to some more of her ‘’toys". She had even taken me to her favourite fetish store to select my first set of my own rubber clothes. I choose an all-in-one leotard-like body, stockings, suspender belt and gloves all in shiny black; a set of the flimsiest black rubber underwear - panties, bra and a basque - and a short, sleeveless electric blue cheerleader-style dress. So short that if I bent over wearing it, whoever was behind me would get an eyeful of my stocking tops and bare buttock cheeks. I should say here that our lovemaking did not always involve the use of latex clothing and artificial aids. It was, however, always hot and passionate - no matter what flavour it came in. With only a very small amount of soul-searching, I had come to terms with my new sexual status. Jenny and I were now very definitely a couple. I was trying to decide when and how to tell my friends that I was dating another woman. There was plenty of time. I wanted them to get to know Jenny as a friend first before I explained just what kind of friend she was. Without the need to get up early for work the following day, Friday nights were usually one of our ‘rubber nights’, dedicated to leisurely rubberised love-making followed by a lazy Saturday morning in bed. One Friday morning, however, Jenny told me over breakfast that we wouldn’t be needing the latex stockings, gloves or other paraphernalia that evening - she had something different for me to try. Seeing my disappointment, she quickly stressed that it was something that she was sure l would enjoy. When I excitedly asked her what, she refused to say. Her only clue was that I should get home as early as possible and make sure that I kept the weekend free. Fortunately, I didn’t have any major deadlines or meetings that day because l spent it sat in my office watching the hands of the clock slowly marking off the time until l was free and trying to guess what new form of deviancy she had in mind. I considered bondage scenarios and new unimagined sex-toys, but apart from being certain that it would involve us both getting very hot and lusty I couldn’t guess. As the hour of escape approached, I made an excuse to leave early, turning down the usual after-work drinks at the wine bar on the corner, and headed for home as quickly as the tube would take me. I arrived home in a state or excitement to find that Jenny had been home since lunchtime and that she had been busy in the small third bedroom which is used as a store room. The boxes and unused furniture usually stored there were gone and the mattress from Jenny’s old bed was in the centre of the floor. The mattress itself and the floor were covered with heavy transparent plastic decorator’s sheets which she had taped together with thick strips of black duct tape. In the comer was a collection of metal paint tins. Jenny stood barefoot in the middle of the plastic sheet wearing just a black sports bra and briefs. She was smiling broadly. “Hi Lover,” she said, twirling a roll of tape around her index finger, “Good day at work?” “Oh! Are you planning some decorating?” I asked, confused and somewhat disappointed by the sight of the painting equipment. “In a way, but it’s not the room that’s getting the makeover!” Jenny replied cryptically. “I don’t get it.” I said. “You will. I’m nearly finished with this, so go get out of that suit then come and give me a hand for a couple of minutes before we get started.” In our bedroom, I quickly kicked off my shoes and dumped my briefcase, stripped off my suit jacket and skirt and tossed my blouse in the washing basket. I returned to the other bedroom bare foot like Jenny, in just my white cotton bra and knickers. Jenny gave me an appreciative look then handed me a roll of the black tape. “I haven’t finished that corner over there. Just overlap the sheets a little at the edges then tape the two together along the joint.” I complied with her instructions, wondering what all this was for. Clearly the sheeting was intended to protect the carpet, but, if not from paint, then what? And if we were not going to be decorating the room, why did we need to go to all this effort? A few more joints were taped and we were both done. Jenny stood and surveyed the work, then, satisfied that it would suit whatever she had in mind, she nodded. “OK.” She said turning to me and taking my hand, “Let’s be having you in the bathroom please miss.” She led me out of the room, along the hall and into our bathroom. The shelf at the end the bath was covered with new toiletries and the bath was already full of warm foamy water. Jenny pulled me to her and gave me a passionate open-mouthed kiss; at the same time unhooking my bra. She drew it off of my shoulders and dropped it on the floor, letting my breasts bounce freely. I felt my nipples beginning to stiffen as she slid her hands down my sides and hooked her thumbs into the sides of my knickers. In one motion she carried on sliding her hands down the outsides of my thighs taking the briefs with them as she dropped into a crouch in front of me. Jenny planted a light kiss on my abdomen and then let the briefs join the bra on the floor. She stood and began to remove her own bra. “Right, now into the bath. I’ve already filled it and we need you nice and soapy for this first bit.” She instructed. Still wondering where all this was leading, I decided that I would just follow Jenny’s instructions and see what developed; after all, I was enjoying the way it was going so far. I climbed into the bath and laid back in the cloud of flower scented bubbles as Jenny stepped out her knickers. I noticed that she had freshly shaved between her legs taking away the small amount of pubic hair that had developed there since she had last pruned the area. “D’you remember that I said there was a reason why I liked to keep myself bare down here?” she asked pointing to the spot that I was already concentrating on. “Yeh, but you never really told me why.” I answered. “No; well today’s gonna be a practical demonstration. First that thatch of yours is coming off, then later I will show why”. Jenny climbed into the bath and sat down in front of me. She indicated that I should place my legs on either side of her, which I did as she produced a wet razor from amongst the collection of jars and bottles on the shelf. Quickly her hands disappeared under the water, then hidden by the foam I felt her left hand massage my pubis softly before the right gently brought the razor into contact with my skin. Expertly, she rapidly shaved away the hairs, stroking me all the time to test which areas still needed attention. In a few minutes she was done, I was bare. Jenny placed the razor back on the shelf then leaned forward and stretched herself along my body to kiss me. One hand reached up around the back of my head and pulled it upwards to meet her descending face for us to kiss and the other began to work between my legs, making short stroking sorties into the opening of my vagina. Simultaneously, her tongue found its way between my lips into my mouth and her thumb slid into my pussy to push against my clitoris. I wrapped my arms around her to hold our position in the water and we stayed like that for several minutes. I moaned softly through our kisses as she thumb-fucked me to a climax there in the water. “OK, darling, that’s got you ‘started’.” she said when my orgasm had subsided. “Now we need to empty the water out and move on to stage two.” Jenny smiled, her thumb and forefinger still pressed up inside of me. She jerked the chain to pull the plug and the water began to drain away taking the foam and my pubic hair with it. Next she took a large jar from the shelf and unscrewed the lid. “This,” she said, “is called ‘Sugaring’, it’s for removing body hair, and if it’s done properly it’s not painful like waxing is.” “I’ve heard of that.” I said, “My sister gave me a day at a health spa for a birthday and it was one of the treatments they offered. I didn’t have it done though, I spent too long with the masseuse and in the sauna.” The last of the water was now swirling down the plughole and I could see my newly naked crotch for the first time. It was strange to see it like this and I got a sudden sense of nostalgia, back to the days before puberty had kicked off. “Now, you need to be totally smooth and hairless for what’s coming later,” Jenny continued, shaking me from my reverie. “Let’s get on with it.” Jenny climbed out of the bath and took one of the large bath towels from the corner stand. “Dry yourself with this. You need to be completely dry for the sugaring to work its best.” She handed the towel to me and took another for herself. When we were both dry she took a wooden spatula and scooped a large blob of the thick gel from the jar. She gently smoothed it up my arm. It was sticky but it felt nice as she spread it over my skin. She scooped another blob, spreading the orange-scented substance over my whole lower arm. Then she produced a bundle of cotton strips from a bag on the floor. Jenny placed one of the strips on my arm, smoothing it flat into the gel before pulling it away flush with my arm. I felt the tug as the hairs pulled away from my skin but it wasn’t the tearing pain of waxing. Jenny continued over the rest of my arms and then my legs, alternately spreading then stripping the sugaring. The hair removal left the skin tingling. I was still turned on from Jenny’s earlier attentions to my pussy and this wasn’t helping. “Can I have a go Jen? On you?” I asked as Jenny was digging in the jar to load another dollop of goo onto the spatula. “Sure, I did myself earlier whilst you were at work to save time, but I couldn’t reach my back so you could do that for me.” She handed me the jar and the spatula. “OK, bend over the side of the bath and I’ll give it a try. Tell me if I hurt you” I said. Jenny placed her hands on the side of the bath and bent forward. She wiggled her beautiful bottom at me and smiled over her shoulder. “Would you say this was an appropriate position?” She asked coquettishly. “Definitely!” I replied. “There’re guys in my office who’d give their right arms to see us like this.” Jenny laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do with a bunch of right arms, but they’d be slightly more useful than the things guys usually want to give me. If you know what I mean.” She wiggled her backside again to emphasise her point. I laughed along with her and spread the spatula’s load of gel across the top of her back, between her shoulder blades. I took some more and continued spreading the sugaring until the whole of her back was covered in a sticky layer of gel right down to her hips. I took my first fabric strip and gently placed it over the gel at the base of her neck. I pulled it away as Jenny had demonstrated. Jenny didn’t leap in the air screaming so I must have done it right. “That was fine.” she said. I continued, working downwards to her hips, each time Jenny reassuring me that I was not hurting her. When I was done, I ran my hands down her back and felt the softness of her skin. As I bent to her hips my eyes were level with bum cheeks. I had an idea. “It looks like you’ve missed a couple of patches on your bottom. D’you want me to deal with them?” I asked Jenny. “Yeh, sure.” She replied. “OK, spread ’em.” I said in my best fake-American tough-cop voice. Foregoing the spatula, I scoped a handful of gel from the nearly empty pot. Jenny laughed and shuffled her feet further apart. “Please gov’, it weren’t me, honest!” she replied in a mock cockney accent. She squealed as my gel covered hand slapped upwards between her legs against her pussy. I spread the gel over the opening of her vagina and slipped a finger inside her. She was already wet and I had no trouble inserting another two fingers before spreading them within her and beginning a gentle rhythm sliding them in and out of her hole. Jenny moaned as my sticky fingers began to work their magic. For a moment, a hand came up from the side of the bath and squeezed mine between her legs. I moved close behind her, her arse hard against my hips, and continued fingering her tunnel. Jenny pushed back against me and we began to rock backwards and forwards as her moans grew stronger. Her orgasm was approaching and her hands clenched tight to the edge of the bath. Her body stiffened as she reached climax, then went limp as the flood of pleasure ebbed through her. For a moment she rested her head on the edge of the bath. “You really know how to push my buttons.” she sighed, her eyes half closed and with a smear of gel across her chin. “I’ve never been turned on as much as I am by you.” I smiled. “Me neither. I feel like all those years dating guys were just a warm up for this!” Once she had recovered Jenny said, “Let’s get finished here then I can show you what I’ve got planned.” She took a new jar of the sugaring gel and quickly smeared it over my chest, stomach, shoulders and back and sides. In ten minutes she was done with the cotton strips and I was hair free. We kissed again, before Jenny declared that we were finished. Jenny stepped into the shower cubicle beside the bath to rinse off. I watched as the torrent of water sluiced the remaining gel away. She stepped out and grabbed her towel as I climbed in. Once I had taken my turn and dried off, I looked again at my lover and asked what all the preparation was in aid off. Jenny’s only response was to raise her eyebrows, then to take my hand and lead me back to the spare bedroom and it’s plastic sheeting. She led me to the mattress in the middle of the room then left me there to walk over to the paint pots and decorating tools by the wall. “OK.” I said looking forward to getting the answer to this evening’s puzzle, “What’s going on? Tell me all.” Jenny picked up one of the paint tins and levered the top off with a screwdriver. A faint chemical smell filled the room. It was not the usual smell of paint but the smell of ammonia. Jenny brought the tin over to me and showed me the contents. The tin contained a thick crimson-coloured liquid looking just like paint. The label on the side of the tin though said ‘Liquid Latex’. “It’s Rubber Katie,” she laughed, “but not as you know it! This stuff stays liquid in the tin but once it gets exposed to the air the ammonia solvent evaporates and after a few minutes it dries to form a rubber skin on whatever it’s covering - and what it’s going to be covering is us! It’s really fun and sexy stuff. The feeling as it dries on your skin is amazing.” “The only problem comes when you try to get it off.” she warned. “It peels off OK but if you’ve got body hair it can rip the hairs out and can hurt like hell. And it’s impossible to get it out of fabric - hence the deforestation process and the plastic sheeting.” “OK. It sounds like fun - let’s give it a go.” I said, anxious to try it out. From behind the stack of tins Jenny produced two pieces of rubber material, one red and one blue. She tossed the red piece of rubber to me and kept the blue for herself “These hoods will protect our hair, put it on and we can get started.” The hood was a simple affair like the old fashioned swimming hats worn by Esther Williams in those corny 1940’s swimming films. It covered the hair and ears and had a narrow chin strap to keep it in place. The neck and the face were left uncovered. Being well practised by now with rubber hoods, I quickly tucked my hair under the latex and clipped the press-stud on the strap to its counterpart behind the left ear. The hood was tight and clung slightly uncomfortably across my forehead. Jenny levered the top off another tin. This one contained dark blue latex and she handed it to me. Three more tins were opened; each contained a different coloured liquid - green, yellow and white. I jiggled my tin slightly and watched the thick liquid wobble inside “How do we use this stuff?” I asked. “Like this.” Jenny took a wooden handled paddle-shaped applicator made of foam and about two inches wide. She dipped it fully into her pot of red liquid latex. She pulled it out and admired the shine for a moment then drew the applicator across my stomach leaving a broad wet horizontal streak of colour. She dipped again and brushed a vertical stroke up between my breasts. I tentatively brought my hand to touch the liquid latex but Jenny told me off for this. ‘‘Don’t touch it, it will spoil the effect. Just stand still and I’ll paint a layer all over you." Jenny continued dipping and painting; running the brush in a circle around each of my breasts, before coating each with a layer of the red latex so that looked like enormous luscious red cherries. My nipples hardened under the sensual strokes of the soft foam. “This feels good.” I said approvingly. “Wait until it begins to dry, that’s a real freaky feeling the first time.” Jenny responded as she painted broad bands of colour across my belly. She splodged a dollop into my belly button and jiggled the paddle playfully in that hollow then started to paint down into the V between my legs. I spread my feet wider and Jenny painted right down between my thighs and under, bringing the applicator up behind into the groove of my bottom. Looking down, my pussy lips were coated in the thick shiny gunge, the opening of my vagina sealed under the layer of red. Jenny moved behind me now and started again under my arms and down my sides, moving gradually on to my shoulder blades then down my spine in one swift stroke. Before we started Jenny had turned the temperature on the heating up to maximum and the latex on my front was beginning to dry as the ammonia evaporated. The smooth film of rubber on my breasts was beginning to turn paler. As it dried and cured, the membrane began to shrink, pulling tightly at my skin in all directions like a sheet of sticking plaster might. As Jenny had promised, this was certainly a novel sensation. “It’s beginning to dry,” I said. “Wow, this is fantastic! It’s as if every square millimetre of my skin is being pulled on at once. It’s like that very tight rubber bodice of yours but it’s everywhere, not just where it touches and there’s no pressure.” “I know, I couldn’t believe it when I tried it the first time.” Jenny agreed, having finished my back and my bottom and working the foam tool down over my left thigh. “When you completely covered in a layer of this stuff it feels wonderful. And you can carry on building up additional layers to thicken the skin.” “I hope we’ve got enough.” I asked. “No need to worry on that count, I’ve enough here to do each of us at least half a dozen times.” Jenny answered. Jenny carried on applying the liquid latex with tidy even brush strokes, working down my thighs and over my knees to my calves and shins. She circled my ankles and stopped. She stood up and started working on my arms. “I’ll leave your feet unpainted cos this stuff is a bit slippery to walk on and I’ll do your hands later” She explained. “OK.” I said. She drew overlapping stripes of crimson down my arms. The latex across my back, between my thighs and across my abdomen was beginning to set and shrink. “Right. That’s you done.” She continued when my arms were completely covered. “You’re going to need to stand with your arms in the air for a bit and your legs apart so that the latex doesn’t stick to itself in your armpits and between your thighs. ...

Holly Green was in a hurry to get home. She had just finished performing at the high school pep rally when her cell phone rang. Her mom called to see if Holly would babysit for their next door neighbor, Jeff. She tried to keep calm when she replied yes to the job. Jeff — their next door neighbor — was the hottest man she ever met. As the 18 year old cheerleader sped home, she recalled how she was laying out last summer when he was doing yardwork. He took off his shirt and she almost squirted the whole bottle of suntan lotion empty. God, he was hot. But she thought that he wouldn’t give her the time of day. He was older, probably 25, 26. He didn’t seem to notice her sunbathing that day. ...

“Please”, he begged…. “I just want to know what you taste like.” He was begging me for a date, and had been, for the better part of a half hour. He finally got around to talking about sex, hoping it would interest me enough to agree to date him. He was the first black man who had shown any interest in me since I graduated from High School. Usually it was the whitey boys who pursued me, hoping to date and fuck me, or just fuck me if they could get away with it. What drew them to me was my soft, brown skin – almost milk-chocolate in color, and my jet black eyes. It would be a gold star on their chart, if they could wangle a date with me, and get me into bed! ...

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for me while I send Ken and Laurie off?” she whispered into his ear quietly as he was clearing up some plates and glasses. He tried not to show too much of the “deer-in-the-headlights” look as he nodded his head and continued on to the kitchen. Ken and Laurie were already getting their coats on when Rick emerged from the kitchen. After some pleasantries and “we-must-do-this-again-soon’s” were exchanged, Rick quietly slipped away as his wife, Debbie, led the last of the dinner guests to the front door. ...

I know that my wife doesn’t enjoy the particular thing that I enjoy and for a long time I have accepted this and tried to get along with self bondage but my biggest turn-on is mummification with saran wrap. But the sad part is that it is impossible to mummify yourself so you’re completely helpless with a reliable safety. So I decided to ask my wife to just mummify me. No teasing or anything like that, Just to mummify me completely and then release me after 1 hour but before 3 hours. ...

Friday, 7 p.m. I was standing in the small bedroom upstairs, encased in three rubbersuits. I would be unable to get out of them for 12 hours. The preparations had started an hour earlier, as soon as I got home. First I administered an enema and emptied my bladder with a catheter. Then I pulled on the first rubbersuit, a thin red one with an extension that covered my penis and balls tightly. Over my head I pulled a thin red latex hood and my arms got covered with long, thin, red latex gloves. As I checked myself in the mirror I inserted a gag into my mouth and inflated it to a comfortable pressure. ...

Chapter 1 – Discovery and Exploration My name is Katharine, or Katie. I’m 26, live in London and work in advertising. What I am about to describe is a tumultuous period of just a few months earlier this year during which my life turned in a completely new direction and an established friendship grew in an unexpected and exciting way. I own a rather nice apartment next to the river with views across the water to Battersea Park on the other bank. I originally bought the apartment with a former boyfriend. Unfortunately, the relationship didn’t last and when he left I had to buy him out of his share of the flat as I didn’t want to lose it. With a larger mortgage and a spare bedroom, I thought that a good way to offset the additional cost was to rent out the room and find a flat mate. This is where Jenny came in. Jenny is a friend of a friend of my sister and heard about my spare room through her. She is a journalist and had just moved back to London after a couple of years in Bristol to start a new job. She needed to find somewhere fast without searching too hard and I needed to find someone quickly to help pay the mortgage. We met one evening after work in a noisy pub in Soho and immediately got on. I offered her the room and she moved in a few days later. For two or three months nothing unusual happened. We were both busy with our jobs and would often hang out in the evening with a group of friends in a local bar. We also both get invited out on any number of dates, so the evenings when we were actually at home were fairly rare. On those occasions we would often watch TV or a rented DVD together, share a bottle of wine or just talk. Jenny and I are quiet similar in build - both size 10s - although her boobs are slightly smaller than mine, and she’s about an inch taller. Our fashion tastes are also reasonably close and we often borrow one another’s clothes to supplement our own already extensive wardrobes. One of my few bones of contention with Jenny is that she sometimes borrows clothes without asking. She is also very untidy. Her room often resembles the scene of a burglary with clothes dumped in piles on the floor; shoes kicked into odd corners and with possessions left in general disarray. These character traits were to lead me in a totally new and unexpected direction. It was the night before a major advertising awards dinner that was to be held at the Grosvenor House Hotel in the West End. Like all aspiring agencies aiming to make an impression in the market, the firm I work for had booked a table. I was scheduled, with a couple of colleagues, to host a number of clients for a gala meal with the hope that my firm might collect an award, or at least drum up some new business from the clients. I would be going straight from the office to the dinner and needed to take my evening wear into work with me the following morning ready to change after work. Jenny and I had spent the previous Saturday shopping in Knightsbridge and I had bought a fantastic Balenciaga dress from Harvey Nichols - very short, in see-through cream chiffon with long sleeves, a round neck and worn over a dark body. I hadn’t worn it out yet but we both agreed that I looked wonderful in it. I had a Fendi bag and a pair of pumps that I had bought on a New York business trip and I was hoping like hell that we would win an award because I knew that I was going to knock ’em dead if I got on the stage in that get up. Jenny was out so decided to get everything ready and have a relaxing bath and an early night. I wanted to ensure maximum energy for the long evening coming the next day. I went to my wardrobe with my dress bag and found the shoes and handbag where I had left them but no dress. I checked the floor of the wardrobe to see if the hanger had fallen off the rail - no dress. I knew where I had left it and it clearly was not there but I remembered how much Jenny had liked it and started to suspect that she had borrowed it without asking. Feeling angry and vowing to give her a major ticking off when I saw her I walked across the hallway to Jenny’s disaster-scene bedroom. Jenny’s room was in its usual state of disarray. A tee-shirt hung from the end of the bed and her exercise gear lay in a crumpled heap like a shed skin where she had peeled the leggings and leotard off as one piece. Her trainers were kicked half under the bed and a large baggy jumper topped a heap of clothes dumped on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Inside the wardrobe, the scene was little better. I searched through the rails of clothes but could not find my Balenciaga dress. I started on the junk piled at the bottom of the wardrobe, praying that she hadn’t let it get too creased there, but searched with no success. Deciding that she must actually be wearing my new dress, I was closing the doors when I noticed a black travel case pushed to the side of the wardrobe. It was one of those bags with built-in hangers for clothes and a collection of pockets and pouches for small items and shoes. I pulled it out hoping it might contain my dress and laid it on to the bed. I slammed the wardrobe doors making the mirrors rattle. For its size the bag was very heavy. I pulled the zip round its U-shaped track and was immediately hit by the strange smell coming from inside. On top of the bag’s contents as it lay on the bed was a short black dress made from rubber. I removed the rubber dress carefully as it was dusted with talcum powder and placed it on the bed. There were more items beneath and so I slowly examined the bag. Each item was separated from the next by a sheet or two of tissue paper and I separated the layers as I removed the remaining items. Eventually, arrayed on the bed, I had the black dress and a similar blue one, a red skirt and red sleeveless vest, a black leotard-like thing and a black catsuit. In the pockets of the bag I found, dusted in more powder and rolled or folded in tissue, a black bikini set, three long pairs of rubber gloves, two pairs in black and one in red; and two pairs of stockings, a pair each of red and black. This was quite a collection and quite surprising. Jenny had never mentioned that she had even a single rubber dress and a collection of this size was bordering on the kinky. Jenny obviously had a secret side. My sister had once worn rubber dress to a party as a dare and her tightly encased rubber body had very definitely been the centre of attention for the male guests and a few of the female. I had always wanted to get a dress for myself but had been too cowardly to visit the sort of specialist shops that sold them. Looking at the selection in front of me and feeling cross at Jenny for borrowing my dress I was very tempted to try something on. I hesitated over what I should do about my discovery, I even started to replace the items but in the end, after a brief internal struggle which revolved mostly around fears of being found out, my curiosity to know what it felt like to be dressed in the rubber clothes got the better of me. Feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, I kicked my shoes into the corner and removed my jacket and skirt. Next, I unbuttoned my blouse, dropping it on to the floor amongst the discarded tissue paper. I sat on the bed and quickly dragged my tights down my legs and dropped them on the floor as well. I unhooked my bra and slid out of my knickers. These also ended up on the floor. For a moment, I surveyed my body in the mirrored door of Jenny’s wardrobe; nice boobs, good legs and clear skin - although I could do with topping up my tan, I noted. I sat again on the edge of the bed. As they were the simplest things to put on, I chose the bikini and the red top and skirt. I picked up the bikini top first and it initially seemed too small even for Jenny’s slightly smaller chest. I put my arms through the appropriate holes then pulled it over my head. It was small, but the rubber was stretchy so I was able to tug it down over my shoulders and across my chest. It clung tightly to my breasts cupping them in a sensual grip. My breasts stood out full and firm with a deep cleavage that not even my wonderbra had managed to achieve. ...

This story is dedicated to all my friends in the forum, Who showed so much concern over what happened to me in part one, if your name is not mentioned here, Do not worry Its just due to the lack of editorial space allocated here to me by Gromet so please blame him. Continued from part one Part Two Jenny lost all account of time and had no idea as to how long she had been entombed in underground storage facility. The air that was constantly being pumped into her lungs containing all the necessary nutriments, and liquids in an air born vapour to sustain her. ...

The white casket was a thing of beauty, and when HE locked me in it, it was my own, private, bondage prison. There would be no use telling you our real names – we’d just be another pair of names in the bondage world. Not much different than anybody else who was into bondage. So I shall always refer to my Master as ‘HE’. We met on the Internet, in one of the many bondage chat rooms. HE took a liking to my profile, and sought me out, asking me – TELLING me to meet him in the private bondage chat room at ten o’clock that night. The private chat room could be set up so that nobody except those you approved, could read your messages while you were ‘in session’. ...

Jo is a student, living in a small flat with several roommates. Her appearance, is stunning, at least to guys. Not too tall, long blonde hair, a very nice face and some great curves. But she isn’t a very tidy girl, her school work is slacking, and she loves to party. Well, besides from typical student behavior, she also invites her friends over regularly to party. All roommates do the same but the parties Jo throws almost always getting out of hand. Usually it ends with several drunk girls and guys, shouting and breaking stuff, generally causing a nuisance all over the flat. By then, Jo is usually nowhere to be seen, often diving in bed with one or two of the hunks she invites. Of course, this causes lot of trouble for the other roommates, who end up cleaning up after her, because after a party, she sleeps till midday. And we all know how much mess a party can give. ...

There seem to be a lot of stories on the internet about a girl called Jennifer, but this was inspired by and written for a fantastic real-life girl of the same name. She’s read it and she liked it :) Jennifer was hot. Sure she had a fantastic little figure, a naughty knowing smile and fiendishly kinky streak, but right now, she literally was hot. Very hot indeed. She was wearing a jet black rubber catsuit that completely covered her from head to foot, save for two small nose holes to breathe through and eyeholes cut in a feline and seductive way. The suit had a long zipper that ran from the crown of her head, down her back and between her legs all the way up to her navel. As a finishing touch, there were a set of pointed cat ears on the suit and a set of red lips stuck on where her mouth would be. ...

Me and my girlfriend Natalie share a love of all things lycra and bondage, I love seeing her roaming about our flat in tights and a leotard, and I especially love tying her down to our bed and having wild, passionate sex with her. Natalie has long dark brown hair and a stunning body, with amazing tits and perfect ass that I could stare at all day, and she knows how much her body covered in lycra turns me on, and takes every opportunity around the flat to tease me with her spandex covered ass and tits. Anyway, one day when I came home to a locked door, which was strange because Natalie wasn’t working today, so I walked into the house and called her name, I waited a few seconds then heard muffled groans coming from the bedroom. I walked into the room slowly and my jaw dropped. Lying on the bed was Natalie, wearing a black long-sleeved leotard and red tights, with straps running above and below her knees and one around her ankles keeping her legs secured together, her wrists were also cuffed behind her back while her hands were busy massaging and groping her ass and pulling on the tight crotch rope that was buried deep in her ass and pussy. My eyes moved further up and I saw that she was wearing her favourite black spandex hood and red ball-gag over it. I stood there and stared at her for a while, squirming around in her bondage, groaning deep into her gag as she pulled on the crotch rope. I eventually noticed the little note on the bedside cabinet that read: “I’ve been a very naughty girl, and I have to be punished, but I just couldn’t tie myself up right… care to help me?” My rock hard cock was straining desperately against my trousers, begging to be released, so I obliged, and stripped out of all of my clothes. Then I bent down next to my beautiful girlfriend and whispered in her ear: “You do deserve to be punished, so I’m just going to have to tie you real tight and not let you have any pleasure at all.” She groaned loudly at this and swayed her ass in the most seductive manner possible, and I could almost feel her pouting under the gag and hood. I quickly grabbed her ass and ran my hands over the smooth spandex and squeezed her ass roughly, and she started mmmmphing into her gag and humping the crotch rope. “That’s enough for you just now,” I said and untied the crotch rope and pulled it away from her to which she groaned in a disappointed way. I turned her onto her side and grabbed another strap, this time tying her elbows together, forcing her large chest out. She mmmphed uncomfortably and squirmed around. I couldn’t hold back anymore and started to run my hands all over her lycra covered body, massaging her tits, over her hands, grabbing ass, over her gorgeous legs, all the time she was mmmphing and trying to squirm towards me. Eventually I stood up and unbuckled her gag, let it hang around her neck, then took off the spandex hood. She looked up at me with sheer lust in her eyes, begging for me to fuck her, but before she could say a word I shoved my hard cock into her mouth. She gagged a little at first, but the started to suck in earnest, running her lips up and down my cock, and licking all over the head and the sensitive underside of my shaft I groaned out loud and grabbed the back of her head and started moving my cock in and out of her mouth and I used my spare hand to run my hand over that beautiful spandex covered ass, then ran it up to pinch and squeeze her nipples beneath the lycra. She moaned around my cock and sucked harder until I could feel the come building up in my balls, then I pulled out of her mouth and slapped her ass sharply, she yelped a little and pouted at me. “Not yet,” I said and rolled her onto her front again. I straddled her legs and pushed my hard cock between her lycra covered legs then pushed my cock up until it was pushing against her soaking pussy, with just two layers of spandex separating us. She groaned, frustrated, and try to push back into me, I chuckled slightly and pulled away. She moaned again and turned her head around to pout at me some more. I eventually took pity on her, and undid all the straps securing her legs, and as soon I did that she sprung into action. ...

Cathy worked for a very controlling Boss. She was forced to wear tight micromini skirts, hot pants and short tight latex dresses. Cathy talked to her lover and a plan to take care of her Boss was hatched. Cathy decides the best way to control the Boss is to collect evidence of the sexual harassment. Cathy began to record his sexual comments and to take pictures of his sexual advances. She would make sure that a Secretary was always close by with a digital camera. This went on for a month. Cathy would now have complete control of Paul’s life. ...

This is a work of my twisted little mind. It is fiction. Most of it anyway. I want everyone to please be careful when you do severe bondage. I want everyone to be around for our next adventure. Lee Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well. ...

This is a work of my twisted little mind. It is fiction. Most of it anyway. I want everyone to please be careful when you do severe bondage. I want everyone to be around for our next adventure. Lee Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well. ...

When I woke up, it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I was surrounded by darkness, and I was in my box again. George liked to keep me in my box while I slept. The worst part of it was in not knowing how long he was going to keep me in the box this time, and I had to pee! Lately, he had been keeping me in the box longer and longer each day. He was “conditioning me”, he said. ...

I happened at one of my son’s High School Football Games. I was the typical soccer mom, chauffeuring my son around after school – to the games, to the Dentist – to the Library – any place where he couldn’t walk, or ride his bike to. My husband Ralph worked in the City, and usually didn’t get home for dinner until after six – mostly closer to seven, when the commute was congested. We lived in the suburbs – one of the many bedroom communities that sprang up around the City to house the growing population of white-collar workers that had been drawn to the city by the growing computer revolution. ...

Story continued from Part 2 Part Three Chapter 5: The Cottage The walk home was a thoroughly wet affair and they were both looking forward to a shower and a change of clothing. They were both wet under their latex suits from their love making but warm as toast. Eventually, not before time, the cottage appeared through the steadily falling rain; a haven of rest for them both. James unlocked the door and led Selena into the small hall. They turned to face each other. “Let me help you off with your SBR sweet damsel.” He undid the buttons, belt and neck strap, then the thigh straps and relieved Selena of her trusty mackintosh. She stood latex suited, corseted and looking quite divine, although somewhat dishevelled! Her suit, where moisture had collected had ruckled up, creased into attractive collections of latex. James counted his blessings in having met such a lady. ...

Claudine leaned back in her expensive executive chair. One of the privileges of being the youngest vice-president of D—— & Cie. was having to work late. It went along with the sumptuously furnished private office. She turned to look out the window at the view of the glittering city. The view was pleasant – but the view from the President’s office was better. She glanced at her watch. Ten. She had one more thing to accomplish, and she would be done for the week. Taking off her suit jacket, she hung it on the hook by her office door. She was just turning back to her desk when she heard the noise. ...

Sally walked into her bedroom wondering what as in store. She remembered that she had told Jim she was looking to spice up their sex life a few weeks ago but had no idea what he had come up with. Sally and Jim had been dating for a little over a year now. They both enjoyed sex and both got off… most of the time. Nevertheless, something seemed to be missing. However, what? ...