Jenny would like to go home now. Really, she would. Away from the hungry stares of the group of lesbians who are regarding her as if she is theirs to do with as they please. Their prey. Party animal Jenny. Jenny who allowed a few drinks too many to get her up on stage among all the other dancers. First on the table, then gyrating against a tall steel pole, then finally down amongst the audience in a tall metal cage. Flashing stocking-tops under a flared miniskirt, slip-clopping her fashionable high-heels to the beat of the music and the cat-calls of the crowd. Now she was still in the cage, only the curtains had long since closed about the cages and the stage leaving her in sultry darkness. ...

It had been a very long year. Sarah had just closed the deal on a huge merger with TSO Inc. for her company and was awarded with two months in the Caribbean paid vacation. Not to mention the 0.4% of the profits to her company which turned out to be about four million dollars in her pocket. No more talk about mergers or transactions or dividends, all she wanted was to just sit on her couch and vegetate for a week. ...

She gripped the giant tightly as the deluge soaked them from above and below. Even going slow, the wheels spun muddy cold water on their legs and arms, and the heavy rain drops pounded on their helmets. Panther was scared. Bear was worried. What had started out as a spring Saturday ride was now a race for their lives. Bear had spent every spare minute the week before cleaning and polishing his ‘98 Fat Boy. He maneuvered every conversation at the Barracks round to the bike, and he knew almost every item on the shelves at the local Harley dealer. Bear was in love again. ...

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a story. This one hit me while on a plane, so here it is. As always - this is fiction of a somewhat sexual nature with mature themes. If that’s not your cup of tea (we’ll ignore the obvious question as to why you’re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it’s not because I don’t know anyone that’s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted. ...

Peter looked curiously at the nondescript package Anna handed him, still wrapped for postage. It was large enough that it required two hands to hold, but it wasn’t all that heavy. “I know you like being locked up, Peter, and keeping the key away from you is always a challenge. Well, I happened to find this on the internet. Open it up.” He began peeling off the brown paper. He wondered quite what she could have found. “Well, you haven’t lost any keys yet,” he said. The keys in question were for the padlock on the chastity cage he wore most of the time. It wasn’t an expensive model, but it wasn’t cheap either. “Yet. But it’s been a near thing. Probably more than you think.” “Oh?” But he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. There’d been one truly scary day some weeks earlier when she couldn’t find the keys. Peter was petrified she’d actually lost them and that he’d have to destroy his chastity cage to get out. It turned out she’d just left them at work, but it meant she hadn’t got any sex that weekend, either. It had been the only time it had happened that he had known of. He discovered that whilst it was a nice fantasy to be permanently locked, he wasn’t sure he really wanted that as reality. “It would be so much simpler if I could just put it with my car keys…” “… but you can’t get out of the habit of leaving them around the house. I know.” They’d tried that early on for a short while, but Peter could barely resist unlocking himself when the key was so easily available. It wasn’t much more often than Anna would have released him anyway, and she’d been decent enough to realize that she had created that particular problem. Since then, Anna struggled with trying to keep a second set of keys on her person. Actually, it’d been kind of useful as she couldn’t always find them quickly. The package unwrapped, Peter looked at the box. It was plain white, and unmarked except for a barcoded label on one side. The text under the barcode said ‘Ice key cup set, 5 cups. Deluxe model.’ “Ice key cup set?” He opened the box. Anna just smirked. Inside the box were five large, grey plastic cups and what appeared to be a holder. There was also a slip of paper that clearly said ‘Read The Instructions First’ in big bold letters. Peter quickly noticed the cups weren’t for drinking out of, however. The bases of them weren’t flat but instead had a raised round section, he guessed for latching into the holder. The top was a kind of cage at the top over a hole perhaps half the size of the lid. The cups also appeared to be double-walled. Peter wondered if they were insulated. Anna was watching him carefully as he looked briefly at all the cups, verifying they were all the same. “You put your key in one cup,” she said, “then fill all of them with water and put them in the holder and that in the freezer.” She picked up a cup to look at it herself. “Mmm. It’s like a guessing game when you want the key.” Peter was intriuged. And he had started getting hard. “Exactly.” She picked up the holder to look at it. It was L-shaped with a latch on the bottom. The latches seemed to move, too, though why and how was not obvious. Peter noticed the instruction sheet and pulled it out to read it. “The holder is important,” he said. “Once you put all five cups in, it will only let you take out one at a time.” “Ah. That’s cunning.” “Well, come on. Let’s set them up.” Anna obligingly fished out a key and put it in one of the cups. It clunked inside. “It doesn’t fall to the bottom does it?” “I don’t know. I guess you’d want it in the middle of the ice, wouldn’t you?” Both of them peered into the cup. The inside was black, however, and they couldn’t see anything. “It doesn’t look like it’s hit the bottom,” he said. “Since there’s a cage to stop it falling out, maybe there’s one to hold it in the middle.” Peter returned to the instructions that Anna had so far ignored. “Ah. Look.” He pointed to a diagram. “There’s a cage inside, too. It holds the key in the middle.” He read further, then took the cup out of Anna’s hand, pushed hard down on the top and unscrewed. There was a loud screeching as he turned it and both of them wondered if he’d broken something. “Is it supposed to do that?” she asked. Peter had another look at the instruction sheet. “Oh Yes, look:” and he pointed. “The lid has a temperature lock so it can only open at room temperature or warmer. And it has a thing to make that noise when you open it.” Peter turned it further, trying to ignore the screeching sound. It didn’t need to be turned far before it came off. “I guess there’s no way of opening it when it’s full of ice and even when it can be opened it can’t be done quietly.” “My stars.” Peter was marvelling at the ingenuous of the design. Anna peered inside the now open cup. “And there is a cage. Neat. So even if you could get the lid off, the key would be smack in the middle of the block of ice.” Anna put the lid back on - interestingly it didn’t screech going back on - and filled it with water from the tap. Then before Peter could react, she filled the other four cups. Now there were five cups will of water in the bench and Peter wasn’t sure which one had his key. “Now to put them in the freezer.” Anna pulled open the freezer and Peter picked up the holder and set it in the freezer. “Do the cups just push in somehow?” She picked one up and tried to set it in the holder, but it didn’t seem to fit. Peter fetched the instructions again. “You’ve got to push it in on the bottom.” He took the cup from her, placed the bottom on the front edge of the holder and pushed. It went in with a click. It also didn’t come out. “Ah.” Between them they put the remaining four cups in the holder. Peter thought he knew which one held his key, and pulled it out of the holder. It was the second on the left. “That came out easily.” “Try another.” But a second cup woudn’t budge. “Wow. That’s clever. But once I know which one has the key, I’ll always grab that one again.” “No, you won’t.” Anna had finally started reading the instruction sheet, so now she took the cup from Peter’s hand and pushed it between two others in the holder. Like magic, the two cups between the vacant spot and where she was pusing the new one slid smoothly along and then there were five in a row again. “It makes shuffling them so easy.” She pulled out another cup and pushed it in a different spot. Then she saw Peter’s look, so she did it again. “We should leave them to freeze.” And she shut the freezer. Late the next day, Peter found himself home alone. Anna wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet. He hadn’t been unlocked for almost a week and the thought that he actually knew where his key was overpowering. It would just take some effort to get it. Opening the freezer, he spent a few minutes trying to think which cup it was that had the key. He’d tried to keep track when he and Anna had set them up, but he still wasn’t sure. He pulled out the one he thought would be it and shut the freezer. At first he wondered how long it would take to melt naturally, then he decided he could wait and set the cup on the sink upside and went away. He was really looking forward to being free. The need to wait an hour or so for the ice to melt was almost welcome. It took almost two hours to fully melt. Peter had been checking on it in roughly 10 minute intervals as he looked forward to his immanent release. At about 90 minutes, it thought it was all melted, but there was no key. Unfortunately, he couldn’t easily see if there was any ice still inside or not. He tried opening the lid a few times, but it wouldn’t budge. He hadn’t tried opening it before they’d filled it up, so he didn’t know if it was just tight or the temperature lock was working. It was finally at two hours that the lid did finally come off, along with the horrible screeching noise of the telltale, only to discover the cup utterly empty. No ice and, more importantly, no key. Peter was so dejected. He’d been so sure that that was the one with the key. He mused over this a few minutes, still aroused in expectation, but it was so different this time at having been thwarted. The frustration was delightfully delicious and it was that in his mind that he put the lid back on, refilled the ice cup with water and put it back in the freezer. Ten minutes later, he was back at the freezer, pulling a different cup out. He’d changed his mind. And this time he was determined not to wait. First, he boiled the kettle. He had decided he was going to make the ice melt. Once the kettle was boiled, he propped the ice cup upside down in the sink, and poured the whole kettle of boiling water over the cup. Still no key. He picked up the cup again and thought it still felt full of ice. Hmm. He refilled and boiled the kettle again and poured it over the ice cup again. He was becoming a bit suspicious now and had a closer look at the top of the cup. Strangely, it seemed to be shut. He tried to push it open, but it wouldn’t move. He wondered how they’d filled the cup yesterday if it was sealed. As he watched, it slowly slid open and Peter could clearly see the ice inside. He was wondering what he did to make it open, when a dreadful suspicion grew in his mind. Putting the cup in the sink, he picked up the kettle again and just splashed some hot water on the top of the cup. Instantly the little door shut. Peter stood looking at the ice cup. He’d been so taken with the anti-tampering they had discovered yesterday that it hadn’t occurred to him that there would be more anti-tampering features that they hadn’t discovered. He seemed to have found another: hot water in the top closed the hole. And since it seemed determined to prevent him cheating, he figured the insulation changed under hot water, too, protecting the ice. He left the cup on the sink, defrosting naturally. 2 hours later, and it, too, turned out to be a key-less cup. At this point, Peter had had enough of this game, refilled it with water, and stuck it back in the freezer. He could stay locked. It was almost three weeks before he finally defrosted the cup with the key. By that time, he’d grown used to shuffling the cups whenever he opened the freezer, or indeed, most times he walked past the fridge. Peter and Anna had the best night together. After such long abstinance, they were easily able to satisfy each other multiple times until they both fell asleep in utter exhaustion, still half entwined and very naked. When they had awoken the next morning, Anna had a suggestion to make. “Would it be okay if I played, too?” “What do you mean?” “Well, you’ve been picking a cup when you think you want out and seeing if it was the lucky one with the key. What if I pull one out to melt if I feel like it, too? Makes me part of the game.” Peter was quiet a moment, not sure how enthusiastic he should be. “Of course, if you don’t want it,” she continued, “then you could just put it back before it’s unfrozen.” “Which means you want to be free to put one back if I pull it out.” Ah hah. There’s the catch. “Well, naturally.” “Okay. I’m game for that.” “So you need to go back in, then. I believe you spent all night unlocked.” It appeared a new game was afoot… ...

A story of Candy’s most prevalent and recurring self-bondage/self-pleasure fantasy As I fumble to grab my briefcase out of my trunk, close it and get inside as quickly as possible, I am giddy with excitement about surprising you later. Mmmmm, I can just imagine the smile on your face when you come by tonight and “catch me” squirming around in self-bondage. I get inside, slip off those little 3 1/2" heels I’ve worn at the office all day and step out of my skirtsuit… then step up into those 6" “fuck me” pumps (left suggestively just inside the door by you, of course) and strut triumphantly into the kitchen and snatch a cold brewski from the fridge, pop the top, then head towards the bedroom in nothing but my black hosiery, bra & a smile. ...

“Now don’t worry your petty head about what’s happening.” An old man in a red silk bath robe said as he clamped the woman’s wrists and ankles to a bed. With an electric razor he began to shave her beautiful blonde hair off until she was as bald as a cue ball. “How did I get into this problem?” Sam thought as he remember how he had won a tour of the doll factory. Dressed in a fire red blouse, black skirt, chocolate hose and jet-black three in heels, he had gotten off work at the TG bar and was the only one to show for the night tour. ...

There was once a boy who bought an inflatable love doll. He was technically old enough that we could call him a man, but in many ways he was still a boy. For various reasons—among them his little sister’s naked Barbie dolls—he had a “thing” for dolls, a thing he couldn’t explain and couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone else about. Thus, he did not buy the doll because he couldn’t find a girlfriend (though he couldn’t), but rather because it was something he wanted, so much that just knowing the box was in his backpack as he left the adult novelties store on the other side of town excited him and threatened to force other thoughts out of his head. ...

Sam walked into the dorm house, looked at the lock and then in the dorm mistress’s room. The plus size woman was dressed in a black blouse and flats, black with white palm tree design jacket and skirt with dark brown nylons. She knew there was only a half hour before she made her rounds and called lights out. Upstairs, roommates Chris and Alex waited on their beds. Like their friend Sam, both guys were petite and lovely looking. Being transsexuals who been on hormones for two years both Chris (who called himself Christine) and Alex wished to be models when summer came around. ...

“Now, Tina,” said charge nurse Melina Nash, “You seem to have settled in very well. How do you like it?” “Oh, it’s really good.” replied eighteen year-old Tina, a student nurse of just six weeks. In their crisp uniforms, the two girls made as pretty a picture as you could hope to see: Melina, twenty four, with her fine blonde hair and pretty face was the sort of nurse who appeared in the nursing recruitment advertisements, while Tina, with her slim, boyish figure, dark eyes and short dark hair was a real stunner. “I wonder, Tina, whether you would be able to help me with some research I’m doing for Pharmaceuticals? I need someone to check and corroborate the results." “I’d love to help, Nurse Nash” enthused Tina, who thought her superior was wonderful. So, later that evening, after they had finished at the hospital, the two nurses made their way to the car park and Melina drove to her spacious flat, just three miles away. They chatted easily on the way, and Tina felt glad and proud that her superior had asked her to help. In the flat Melina showed Tina into the spare room, which was kitted out as a small laboratory. She showed her what they were going to do with the various liquids and powders in their glass phials and how to record the results of the experiments. Tina paid close attention, genuinely interested in the work ahead, and only slightly distracted by Nurse Nash’s proximity and fresh-smelling perfume. She reminded her slightly of her head-girl at school. “It’s all perfectly simple,” concluded Melina, “Except that with our protective suits on we won’t be able to hear each other, so we must know what to do now.” “Protective suits?” queried Tina. “Now don’t worry, Tina. They’re not dangerous substances at all, but the Pharmaceuticals’ insurance company insists that all research should be done in complete safety, so we have to wear the suits. Okay?” Tina was perfectly satisfied with Melina’s explanation and Melina, the butterflies dancing in her stomach, as they always did at this stage of a student’s induction, led her succulent little nurse into a small changing-room. “I don’t suppose you’ve even seen a total protection suit, let alone worn one." said Melina, going over to a fitted wardrobe. “It’s quite a ritual putting it on, but it’s actually very comfortable when you get used to it.” She hesitated. “Some people actually get to like it rather.” she grinned impishly. Opening the wardrobe, Melina took out two gleaming black latex rubber catsuits, handling the soft, rustling latex lovingly. “These are the very latest.” she said. “Complete protection, yet perfect freedom of movement.” Unselfconsciously she began to take off her clothes and in a moment was standing stark naked. Her slim body was fit and firm with just a hint of muscularity. Tina, staring openly for a second, noticed that Melina had removed her pubic bush, then she pulled her thoughts together and realised there was nothing to it but to follow suit. She undressed down to her tiny white panties. Feasting her eyes on the young girl’s sweet body, Melina told her to take the panties off as well and was soon showing her how to dust herself and the inside of the suit with talcum powder to make things easier. Fascination at the new experience soon overcame any shyness and in a short while both girls were carefully easing their feet into the smooth all-enveloping rubber. Tina marvelled at the way the cool material moulded itself so perfectly to her body, stretching over her like a membrane to fit tightly but wonderfully comfortably. When the lower half of the suit was on, she slid her hands into the armholes and shivered involuntarily as the cold rubber met her smooth, flat belly. She looked across at Melina, who had already got her arms and hands in. “Right, I’m ready to be zipped up.” Melina said, turning her back to Tina. Tina took the zipper and pulled it slowly up Melina’s back, sealing her into her rubber skin all the way up to her short blonde hair; then it was her turn. Melina took her zipper and Tina felt the rubber gradually tighten around her, encasing her into its ownership. What an amazing feeling it was! Tina felt clothed yet exposed, vulnerable yet somehow strong. She glanced at Melina, her heart beating fast. The rubber suit clung to her as tightly as her own, emphasising her curves amazingly. Tina was ashamed to feel the way she did as she looked at Melina and felt herself blushing. Melina smiled her lovely smile: “Does that feel alright, Tina?” “Yes thank you, Nurse Nash. It’s quite comfortable.” Melina’s smile widened. “Now listen carefully. Next we put on our hoods and after that you will find it hard to hear anything, so I’ll talk you through it, okay?” Tina nodded and listened carefully as her superior continued: “We must make sure our hoods fit properly, with no gaps at the neck. After that we’ll spray and polish our suits with a special antistatic spray. Look, there’s the spray can and a cloth. I’ll do you first and then it’ll be my turn. Lots of polish, mind, - the suits must be really shiny to make sure there’s no static. After that we put on our respirator masks, again making sure there are no gaps, and finally our gloves. 100% protection and the insurance people are happy. Don’t worry about the respirators - just breathe normally through the mouthpiece. Then it’s half an hour’s work, which you already know about, and then straight into the shower. We’ll wash down our suits and then we can take off the masks. Got that?” “Yes, I understand.” said Tina, who could feel her heart beating against her chest. Wearing the suit made her feel somehow special in a way she hadn’t quite yet worked out, but there was no time to fathom out her emotions, for Melina was handing her a hood made of the same black rubber as her suit. “Roll it up a little, then stretch it good and wide before trying to pull it over your head." advised the blonde. “Look, like this.” Melina took her hood, rolled it, pulled the opening wide and, ensuring it was properly aligned, positioned it above her head and pulled it down, the rubber snapping and squeaking as she did so. Tina watched fascinated as the hood was adjusted until it was as smooth-fitting as Melina’s suit. The hood was almost completely enveloping, with only two small cutouts for the eyes, two for the nostrils and one for her mouth and it transformed her appearance in a most startling way. All of a sudden it was not Nurse Nash standing there but something less human - like a creature from outer space. Tina found it a little frightening, but at the same time she somehow wanted to look like Melina, to be like her. She took her hood and, taking a deep breath, rolled it, stretched it wide and pulled it over her head. It was tight, but she slowly worked it down, feeling slightly panicky in the blackness and then relieved when she managed to get the eyeholes in the right position. She felt Melina’s fingers adjusting the hood to meet the high neck of her suit and in the silence of the hood heard only muffled sound and the pulsing of her own blood. Realising she was panting, Tina tried to control her breathing, the smell of rubber strong in her senses. Gradually her breathing came under control and she realised that, apart from her hearing she was not restricted at all. But at the same time she felt different - totally different to any feeling she had ever experienced before. Almost completely encased in her rubber skin she felt naked, as though the rubber was her own skin, yet at the same time she felt safe - protected completely from the outside elements and this, in turn, made her feel powerful, invulnerable even The all-over tightness made her very aware of her entire body and, in a way, Tina was already dreading the time when she would have to take off her suit. Sweat trickled between her flattened little breasts and she could feel heat building up all over her body. She was brought back to her senses by the sight of Melina picking up the polish can and cloth and in a moment felt the coolness of the spray as it landed on her warm rubber. It felt wonderful - but not so wonderful as the cloth gliding over her, bringing the rubber to a gleaming shine. Again Tina’s breath quickened as Melina expertly, lovingly, worked on the young nurse’s suit, hoping upon hope that Tina was falling under the spell of rubber! Melina licked her lips lasciviously as she continued to cover every square inch of Tina’s rubberclad body with the soft cloth, lingering just a little longer over her breasts, her flat belly and her crotch. Tina was almost fainting with pleasure as Melina continued, polishing her thighs. Her legs began to shake helplessly as her excitement mounted. Although now perspiring profusely, Tina knew that not all the moisture in her suit was sweat - her hot little cunny was also contributing to the lubricating film inside her now glistening rubber skin. Not wishing to push matters to a head - just yet - Melina handed the cloth and polish to Tina and stood, hands on hips, legs akimbo, for her turn. Tina, knowing what was expected of her, set to work and now it was Melina’s turn to experience the sensual bliss of having her rubber suit polished to a perfect shine. Enthralled at the transformation taking place, Tina wondered whether Melina felt the same excitement she had. How could she tell, now that they couldn’t even talk to each other? Tina told herself they were just preparing for some scientific tests and she was just being silly but, whatever she told herself, she knew she was experiencing sensations of the most intense sensuality. Finally she finished her task and Melina, sleek and shiny as a seal just out of water, crossed to a cupboard and took out two masks. Again, predominantly of black rubber, the masks had two perspex eye lenses and respirator filters with two short tubes attached. Melina pointed out the mouthpiece then, placing the mask over her own face, she deftly pulled the rubber straps into position at the back of her hooded head. Tina took her mask and, a little nervously, raised it to her face. Inserting the rubber mouthpiece through the slit in her hood, she took it into her mouth and discovered that breathing was perfectly easy. Melina helped with her straps and soon the mask was firmly in position. How strange it felt, yet Tina felt totally reassured because Nurse Nash was dressed in exactly the same way as she was. She had rather expected the rubber gloves to be standard white, but these too were black and slightly longer than the normal surgical glove. The two girls pulled their gloves on, completing the perfect rubber seal. Melina gave a thumbs up, which Tina reciprocated, and then led the way out of the changing room into the laboratory. On the way , Tina caught sight of herself and her superior in a full-length mirror on the back of the door. Identical in every way, the two gleaming reflections looked almost liquid - inhuman - yet charged with the most potent sexuality. And all of a sudden, Tina felt the imminent approach of a completely involuntary orgasm - something she’d never had before. Like a volcano deep inside her, the sensations gradually deepened in their intensity, building - building - building - far beyond the point where the floodgates would normally open to release the pent-up charge, almost painful in their intensity. And then the gates did burst - racking every corner of her body and soul with wave after wave of uncontrollable juddering, writhing ecstasy. If Melina hadn’t reacted in exactly the same way as Tina the first time she had discovered rubber, she might have been concerned. As it was, she watched triumphantly as her new convert to the wonderful world of rubber succumbed to the power of rubber’s ability to enslave and enthral. Her knees buckling as wave after wave of orgasmic release racked her helpless body, Tina fell to the floor, still bucking and jerking violently. Her breathing was barely under control, but the mask had been well-chosen by Melina and could cope with extreme situations such as this. Gradually the situation returned to normal and Tina, bathed in perspiration, once again became aware of her surroundings and the world outside her rubber heaven. She looked up to see Melina standing over her. Gently the older girl bent down, took Tina’s rubber gloved hand in hers and helped the initiate to her shaky feet. Unable to communicate verbally, Melina took a ballpoint pen, scribbled a note and handed it to Tina, whose breathing had now steadied to almost normal. Tina read the note with a growing sense of relief: “If I’m right, you’ve just had a massive cum! Don’t worry; some very special people react to wearing rubber like that - I do too!” Tina wanted to hug Melina, but instead gave the thumbs up sign, which was returned. Moving to the laboratory bench, the two rubberclad girls began their chemical tests and for the next half hour or so Tina tried to concentrate on the tasks she had to perform. It was so hard to concentrate in the tight, hot rubber and her mind was in a turmoil of excitement and confusion. After what seemed an age, Melina tapped her on the arm and gestured that the session was over. They both tidied away and, when everything was in order Melina led Tina out of the laboratory to the bathroom. Completely tiled in white, the bathroom had a large omni-directional shower in one corner, which Melina went straight to and turned on. She beckoned Tina and in a moment they were both being massaged by cooling sprays. The water sounded unnaturally loud as it hit Tina’s hood but the sensation of the shower on her rubber skin was pure magic. Once again she felt herself being drawn towards a new peak of pleasure, especially when Melina sprayed her with liquid soap and began to wash her with practiced, rubber-gloved hands. Just as she thought she would again succumb, Melina handed her the soap and Tina began washing her rubber double from head to toe. Sensually her hands covered every square inch of Melina’s suit and Tina hoped Melina was as pent-up as she herself was. She needn’t have worried. Melina turned off the shower and took off her mask, placing it down on a table. She then turned to Tina and helped her to remove her own mask. Breathing unencumbered by the filters, Tina took a deep breath, feeling, in a way, released, yet at the same time curiously deprived. This was an important moment for Melina. Should she take off her hood at this moment, so that she could see Tina’s facial expression and be able to converse with her, or should she make her move now? Tina had certainly had a superb climax earlier and the experienced Melina was pretty sure that he shower had again got her going; she showed no obvious sign of wanting to take off the hood in a hurry. Her heart thumping, Melina took the plunge. Her left arm snaked around Tina’s slim waist and she drew the young body gently towards her own until they were pressed together, separated only by their tight rubber suits. Tina gasped in surprise as she found herself looking into Melina’s bright green eyes. But now Melina’s right hand was pulling Tina’s head towards her own and within seconds her tongue had slipped through the opening in Tina’s hood and was deep in the young girl’s mouth. Melina had guessed right! Tina was more than willing and ready to sample the fruits of girl sex for the first time. Was it really girl sex or was it rubber sex? Whichever it was, Tina didn’t care. High as a bitch in heat, she responded eagerly, her tongue now in Melina’s mouth as they kissed feverishly. Never had she felt such unbelievable sensations; her entire body was now a hypersensitive erogenous zone and, as Melina’s hands caressed her tightly rubberclad body, Tina quivered at every touch almost delirious with pleasure. It was not long before both girls were desperate for relief from the building tension and Melina, gripping Tina tightly, began to grind against her. Their hot rubber skins fused together as, belly to belly, cunt to cunt, they writhed sinuously against each other, rubber squeaking in protest. And, simultaneously, the two latex lovers felt the beginnings of their orgasm. Breath rasping in their throats, they clung to each other with all their strength as the feelings gradually intensified. Both moaning in almost painful ecstasy, they continued to thrust at each other until, almost unconscious as the intensity of it, the climax was upon them, jerking their bodies as if they were being shaken by some huge unseen force. On and on it went, each wave more intense than the last until, gradually the peak was over and a calm descended on the two black shapes, now lying on the floor, side by side. Drifting towards blissful sleep, Tina felt herself shaken awake by Melina, who helped her to her feet. She saw Melina removing her hood, revealing her flushed, sweat-soaked face and hair. The sudden change from an androgynous, anonymous rubber creature to human, and female at that, caused a moment’s discomfort to Tina, but then Melina smiled wickedly at her and the discomfort vanished at once. She peeled off her own hood and, feeling the cool air hit her own head, she returned the smile. “I think we’re two of a kind, Tina.” Melina said, still grinning. “Now you’ve discovered rubber. I don’t think life will ever be the same again for you.” “It was unbelievable!” gasped Tina, still on a high. The two girls unzipped each others’ suits and peeled them off, deeply inhaling the strong smell of rubber, sweat and sex. Once again they stepped into the shower and, now quite unselfconscious, washed each other. As they dried off, Melina again took control. “You’re exhausted, Tina, I can tell. Look, it’s Saturday tomorrow and we’re both off duty till Sunday lunchtime. You stay here - I’ll ring the hostel to tell them - and we can spend tomorrow together too. Okay?” Tina was only too happy to agree. She was indeed exhausted but, even if she hadn’t been, she would not have wanted to leave Melina now. Each wearing a short towelling robe, Melina and Tina went through to the small, immaculate kitchen, where Melina removed an opened bottle of white wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. “To rubber - and us.” she toasted, raising her glass and smiling that beguiling smile. “Rubber and us.” replied Tina, clinking glasses. After a moment she asked: “Did we really have to wear the suits for those experiments?” Melina laughed. “No, but aren’t you glad you did?” Tina laughed too. “You bet! I’m hooked on rubber already - and you.” she added shyly. After a quick sandwich Melina steered Tina towards the bedroom. “What do you wear in bed?” she asked. “Oh, usually a t-shirt and a pair of briefs, but it doesn’t matter.” “T-shirt and briefs it’ll be. Now, just go and brush your teeth and I’ll look something out for you. You’ll find a new toothbrush by the basin.” Tina went through to the bathroom wondering whether there was any detail Melina had overlooked in her seduction. She grinned at herself in the mirror. Lucky girl, she thought as she brushed her teeth. Back in the bedroom Melina handed her the promised t-shirt and briefs and Tina’s heart leapt when she realised they were both made of soft, smooth black rubber. She sighed happily as she took the garments and felt the wonderful, fragrant rubber ripple seductively in her hands. Eagerly she took off the towelling robe, now quite unabashed at her nakedness, and stepped into the cool, shiny rubber briefs. Close-fitting rather than tight, they slid easily up her young, slender legs until they were snugly in position, gently enclosing her most sensitive parts in their magic touch. Thrilling at the stretchy, rippling, clingy aliveness of the rubber t-shirt as she wriggled it on, Tina murmured:“I’m hooked! Hooked on rubber!” Melina pulled back the black silk cover and Tina’s sparkling eyes widened as she saw the bed was made with softly gleaming black rubber sheet, pillow cases and duvet cover. “You should be happy in here, then, my little rubber dolly!” Pulling back the duvet cover, Melina steered an unprotesting Tina into bed and covered her up. Dreamily Tina writhed in her cool, smooth rubber heaven: “I’m so excited, I couldn’t possibly sleep.” she whispered. Smiling, Melina bent down and momentarily slipped her tongue deep into Tina’s toothpaste fresh mouth. “I think you will.” she said softly. “I’m just going to do a little tidying, then I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Dimming the bedroom light, Melina softly left the room and set about washing, drying and talcing the catsuits, hoods and masks she and Tina had been wearing earlier. As she did so she reflected on her new rubber recruit with a growing excitement. Three other young nurses had been lured back to her flat and undergone the same initiation, but none had reacted as positively as Tina. Certainly they had enjoyed the lesbian romps, but the rubber had left them, if not cold, then certainly not hooked, as Tina had just said she was. Melina felt a growing conviction that she had at last found a girl who would be as devoted to rubber as she herself was. If so, the future looked brighter than she had dared hope! Her tasks completed, Melina, now as sleepy as Tina, prepared for bed, slipping into rubber briefs and t-shirt identical to those worn by the slumbering Tina. Turning out the light, she slithered into the rubber bed, deeply inhaling the warm rubbery odours given off by the body beside her. She slept. Melina’s body clock woke her early and in the soft morning light, diffused by the curtains, she looked hungrily at the sexy features of the still sleeping Tina and resisted the strong urge to leap on her and ravage her until her cravings were satisfied. Quietly she slipped from the sweat-slick rubber sheets, went to the bathroom and, stripping off her rubber nightwear, quickly showered. Passing through the bedroom, without disturbing Tina, she went into her special rubber room. Here, in the cupboards and drawers were kept every conceivable item of rubber clothing and accessory in Melina’s collection, all clean, talcum powdered and ready to wear. Knowing exactly where everything was, she quickly assembled the garments of her choice and was soon dressed in a rubber maid’s outfit, consisting of black garter belt, long stockings, long gloves and a little low-cut mini-dress with white frill details. Her little g-string, her apron and her maid’s cap were also made of frilled white latex rubber. Finally she put on a pair of black, strappy, high-heel patent shoes. It took her only a short while to ensure that everything was polished to a deep shine and soon she was inspecting herself in a full-length mirror. Satisfied, Melina went into the kitchen and prepared a light breakfast of orange juice, coffee, cereal and toast on a tray. Tina stirred sleepily as the bedroom door opened. It took her a couple of moments to realise where she was, but then she became blissfully aware of the rubber sheets and her rubber nightwear and she breathed in deeply, inhaling the wonderful, newly discovered scent of rubber. Melina, the rubber maid, appeared at the bedside and Tina, swiftly wide awake, exclaimed: “Oh! What a fabulous outfit! Please let me be your rubber maid tomorrow!” Smiling, Melina put down the tray and Tina sat up. Her little nipples were bullet hard under the soft rubber t-shirt, a fact that did not go unnoticed. Putting down the tray, Melina feasted her eyes on the sight for a moment before bending forward and licking one of the irresistible nipples. Her tongue smoothed wetly over the warm rubber and, as Tina gasped with pleasure, she sucked hungrily at each nut of desire in turn. Licking her lips, Tina watched, fascinated, as Melina continued to lick and suck and her nipples grew harder than ever in their rubber covering. Then Melina looked up at her. “Still hooked on rubber?” “Oh yes!” Tina breathed. “I never want to wear anything else. Please teach me all there is to know - please!” “Breakfast first,” ordered the blonde maid. ~then we’ll have some more rubber games, I promise.” Tina suddenly realised she was very hungry and, despite her keenness to sample more rubber delights, she fell on the breakfast Melina had prepared and the two girls ate heartily. After a not particularly leisurely breakfast, Tina was too excited to linger unnecessarily, Melina sent her pretty young lover into the bathroom to shower. “I’ll join you shortly and then the next stage of your rubber induction will start.” Stripping off her rubber t-shirt and briefs, Tina luxuriated under the warm shower, a dreamy smile of satisfaction on her sexy little face. She had nearly finished drying herself on a soft, fluffy towel when Melina came in. No longer was she dressed in her rubber maid’s outfit, she was now a rubber nurse. The stockings, shoes and gloves were the same as before, but this time she wore a white rubber nursing apron over a short, close-fitting dress in pale, clingy, sheeny green rubber. In proper fashion her outfit was completed by frilly white rubber cuffs covering the dress’s short sleeves and a pert little nurse’s cap, also in white and green rubber. Tina was again captivated. “Oh, you look fabulous!” she enthused. “Right!” said Melina briskly. “No time to lose then. First we’ll get rid of those silly pubic hairs. No point in letting anything come between you and rubber, eh?” Spreading a black rubber sheet over the long table, she patted it with her gloved hand and ordered Tina to get onto it. The young girl obeyed instantly and watched fascinated as Melina attached two rubber tubes to the washbasin taps and in turn fitted them to a white plastic device. One more tube was fitted, clearly the waste pipe, for Melina put this one into the basin. She then unscrewed a cap in the device and poured in some liquid from a bottle. Finally ready, she instructed Tina to lie back and spread her legs wide. Squirming excitedly on the rubber sheet, Tina did as she was told and Melina placed the white plastic appliance over the young girl’s pubic area, cupping her genitals and pubic mound. As Melina turned on the taps, Tina felt warm water swooshing round her crotch and sighed with pleasure, her nipples stiffening to hard nubbles. Water gurgled into the basin as Melina pressed a button and Tina felt a slight stinging sensation which did little to cool her feelings of pleasure. Then, as the stinging wore off, Melina turned off the taps and removed the device. The whole process had lasted only a couple of minutes. “There.” said Melina, drying Tina with the white towel. “A nice smooth little cunny just like mine!” Tina looked down and grinned with approval at what she saw. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin. “Wicked!” she enthused. “I can’t wait to feel rubber against it!” “You really are hot for it, aren’t you!” said Melina, squirming excitedly in her tight little rubber nurse’s uniform. “Come on, then, Miss Rubberslut, into the rubber room with you.” Naked, Tina eagerly followed her superior and gasped with surprise and delight at the wonderful array of rubber clothing. She inhaled deeply, drinking in the heady aroma that hung thickly on the air. Melina looked at her watch. “Three hours before lunchtime.” she said, “I was thinking of giving you the total rubber experience, but that can wait. I’m so hot for you we’ve just got to rubberfuck all morning or I’ll never be able to think straight!” She glanced at Tina’s lush young body for a moment, then decided what they would wear. Unzipping her nurse’s dress, she peeled it from her sweat-slick skin, releasing a waft of rubber scent into the room. Soon her other garments too were removed until she stood almost naked. Tina watched, captivated as Melina took off her little white rubber g-string and, before it was discarded, she took it from Melina, raised it to her face, inhaled the scent of sex and rubber and then licked and sucked it clean of Melina’s juices. Her sex-hot look fixed on Melina, a hungry smile playing on her lips. Again she feasted her eyes on Melina’s fit, firm body, which still glistened with a film of sweat. “Wow! I love the way you look. Do you exercise a lot?” she asked. “No, not a lot,” Melina answered. “But I have been to a bodyshaping clinic.” She flexed her muscles while speaking and Tina whistled in admiration. “You look fabulous!” Melina smiled, pleased, as she turned to her collection of rubber clothing. “We’ll talk about bodyshaping later; let’s get you kitted out now.” Making her selections with care, Melina handed Tina her outfit for their next rubber sex session: a pair of full-length latex stockings, a rubber suspender belt, a peephole bra top and a pair of armpit-length latex gloves, all in black. At the same time she laid aside an identical set for herself and in a moment the two girls were wriggling into their suspender belts and coaxing their feet into the beautiful stockings, gradually easing the smooth, cool rubber up over their calves, their knees and thighs until they clung perfectly, wrinkle-free all the way up their legs. Tina, her heart beating wildly again at the thrill of the exquisite material, followed Melina’s example and clipped her suspender straps to her stocking tops, adjusting the straps until they were good and tight. Despite the fact that Tina’s titties were small, Melina’s choice of bra top was just perfect - high-necked, with lift-cups cleverly shaped to restrict the nipples and surrounding flesh, extruding, pointing and enlarging her breasts as the rubber shaped her as she’d never been shaped before. Her sensitive nipples stiffened as Melina helped her with the fastening and she looked down in wonder at the effect of this bizarre garment. As she helped to fasten Melina’s identical top she was captivated to see the shape of her lover’s breasts changing as the rubber took control, forcing them to swell out of the openings. “Most people undress for sex,” grinned Melina. “But I reckon dressing for sex wins by a mile. It’s almost as good as sex itself!” Now the girls pulled on their long, long gloves, the talced rubber sliding easily up their arms, encasing them in its elastic smoothness and heightening still further their erotic pleasure. Glancing in the full-length mirror, Tina realised that the body parts that could normally be left exposed without causing embarrassment were covered, while the parts that modesty would dictate should be covered were in fact exposed. Her arms and legs were fully clothed, while her tits swelled out of their rubber confines, her tight little bum was framed by the suspender belt and her naked cunt was all too visible. The effect was stunning - she was indeed well and truly dressed for sex! Melina took a bottle and cloth from one of the shelves. “Time to shine up the rubber.” she said. “But we’ll use glycerine this time. It makes the rubber beautifully slippery and it tastes good too!” She poured a good dollop onto the cloth and Tina stood stock still as Melina wiped every square centimetre of her rubber, bringing it to a deep, wet gloss. Drawing in her breath between clenched teeth, Tina felt her lust rising as she watched Melina go about her work. Soon the roles were reversed and it was Melina’s turn to feel the wet cloth glide over her and see the rubber glisten on her body. How she had longed for someone who would do this to her willingly, enthusiastically. As she watched Tina, she knew her search was over. Eying each other hungrily, the two nurses moved into the bedroom and fell onto the rubber-covered bed in a tangle of pure lust. Mouths, lips, arms and legs writhed together in a frenzy of passion and Tina experienced for the first time the slithery sensation of glycerined rubber against glycerined rubber. This, she thought, was what heaven must be like as Melina’s rubber gloves roamed all over her body, in and out of her hot cunny and, later, probed into her tight little arsehole, making her buck and whimper with delight. The sensation of a rubber gloved finger delving deep into her most intimate orifice drove her mad with desire and, reciprocating, she thrilled in easing her own gloved finger into Melina’s bumhole and feeling herself pulled inside by practiced, eager anal muscles. It wasn’t too long before they found themselves, Melina on top, licking and lapping at each other’s creaming cunts, sucking and nibbling each other to even greater heights of passion. Tina plunged her tongue in and out of Melina, alternately sucking at her clitty until she felt Melina tense above her then grind her pussy into Tina’s soaking face as she climaxed fiercely, filling Tina’s mouth with her honeyed love juice. Tina, near to her own climax, gasped in disappointment as Melina got up from the bed. “Don’t worry ­ it’ll be worth the wait.” promised Melina, disappearing into her rubber room. Moments later she returned carrying something in her hand. Tina’s eyes widened as Melina, grinning lasciviously, showed her the awesome double dildo briefs and stepped into them, easing the shiny black rubber up her legs, guiding the thick inner dildo deep inside her own hot cunt then pulling up the supertight briefs until they fitted perfectly against her, the outer dildo jutting, obscenely rampant, from its base. Moments later, in a frenzy of pent-up excitement, Melina was on top of Tina, her gloved hand guiding her big rubber tool into the young nurse’s aching love hole. Tina gasped as the rubber dildo slid inside her, stretching her as she’d never been stretched before. Expertly Melina rode her new lesbian lover, pumping rhythmically in and out, her tongue deep inside Tina’s mouth and her rubber gloved hands roaming deliciously over her sexy body. Tina’s climax was fast approaching now. She started moaning - a low animal noise that increased in intensity as she felt herself succumb to the inevitable. Melina’s dildo was now slamming in and out at tremendous speed as both girls became animals of pure lust, screaming and thrashing in ecstasy as wave upon wave of climactic spasm racked their bodies. Later, after they had recovered, Tina looked at Melina, lying beside her, slick with sweat, smiling contentedly. Her hard, swollen titties throbbed almost painfully, her nipples rock-hard and hypersensitive. “Can I wear them now?” she asked, running her gloved fingers up and down the shaft of Melina’s rubber dildo briefs. Melina shuddered. “Shit, are you one little hot cunt, Tina! Yes, darling, see how it feels to have a big rubber fucktool on.” Melina got off the bed, hooked her thumbs into the sides of the tight rubber dildo briefs and carefully wriggled out of them. Strings of glistening love juice ran from her cunt as the inner dildo slid out of her and a gust of hot rubber and sex assailed Tina’s senses. She took the proffered briefs and eagerly stepped into them, pulling the slick latex up over her rubber stockinged legs until it was time to guide the thick inner shaft into her hungry sex hole. It slid in piston-like as she pulled the sweat-wet briefs up tight until they moulded themselves to her slim hips and hugged her firm little arse in their grip. She looked down in wonder at the black rubber tool jutting proudly out, her hand gripping it, playing with it in delight. “Aren’t you going to do something useful with that?” asked Melina, squirming provocatively on the rubber sheeted bed. Then, just as Tina was about to leap on top of her and steer the big rod into her waiting cunt, she got up and opened a drawer. Taking out a tube of KY jelly, she squeezed out a good dollop onto her middle finger and bending over the bed, proceeded to lubricate her bumhole, her gloved finger slipping easily into her as she worked the jelly inside. Tina watched open-mouthed. “You don’t want me to . . . .” She tailed off in disbelief. “Fuck my arse, little girl, stick your big lezzy rubbertool right up my bum and shag it good and hard!” Melina’s lewd talk gave Tina a huge sexual jolt and she watched eagerly as Melina knelt on the bed on all fours, her bottom ready for action. Tina positioned herself behind the sexy blonde, her tool brushing the forbidden entrance. “It’ll never fit . . . .” “Gently now,” breathed Melina, her right hand guiding the rod towards its target. “Just push firmly and steadily until it’s in.” For what seemed a lifetime nothing happened. Tina pushed firmly against Melina but nothing happened. Then, miraculously, she felt something give and she looked down fascinated as the rubber dick gradually entered her lover’s waiting arsehole. Once the rubber tip had entered, it felt as though Melina was actually pulling the remaining length into herself. “Aaaaaaahhhh!” she moaned as she felt her tight bum being filled by Tina’s rubber phallus. “Yessss!” she gasped. “Now pump my tight hole hard! Fuck my shithole with your big rubber tool, you little rubber cuntsucker!” Tina, ecstatic at Melina’s dirty talk and the wonderful feel of the internal dildo inside her tight rubber sexpants needed no second bidding. Roughly she slammed against Melina’s gorgeous bottom, then withdrew a little, only to thrust again, driving her tool even deeper into Melina. Gripping Melina’s hips firmly, she set up a powerful rhythm, shagging the blonde nurse’s back passage for all she was worth. Melina’s gloved fingers were now hard at work, rubbing feverishly at her sopping cunt, streams of her love juice pouring down onto the sex-slick rubber sheet. Again the girls felt their perfectly synchronised climaxes approaching. Their bodies tensed in a vain effort to delay the inevitable, but in a moment it was upon them, every sinew of their bodies racked by the most intense orgasm imaginable. Together they wailed in near-painful pleasure as they shook uncontrollably - as if possessed by a giant unseen force. It took a long while for the two girls to subside back to the real world - “That was the most amazing session I’ve ever had.” marvelled Melina. “You really are the sexiest little bitch in all the world!” Tina grinned her sexy grin as she dribbled saliva into Melina’s open mouth. “You’ve brought me alive! I love everything you’ve taught me ­ don’t ever stop!” After a good hot shower the two girls prepared lunch and ate it together at the kitchen table, wearing soft black latex wraps. After their morning exertions they were both a little tired and sore, but Melina knew how Tina would want to spend the afternoon. “We’ll have a rest this afternoon.” she announced. “Oooh!” wailed Tina in disappointment; “Can’t we have some more rubber fun?” “Just wait and see.” Melina teased. “We’re going out tonight and I don’t want you completely shagged out by then. Still,” she added, smiling, “I think you might enjoy your rest!” After they had cleared away and washed up, Melina steered Tina back into her rubber room. “Time to get you ready for your rest, darling.” she cooed. “Your rubber rest!” She removed the latex wrap from an unprotesting Tina and prepared her body with a coating of glycerine. From a drawer Melina produced a pair of black latex minibriefs with two internal attachments, a substantial dildo to the front and a smaller, but not inconsiderable anal plug to the rear. Tina watched wide-eyed as Melina smeared KY jelly over the two rubber shafts. “Total rubber, darling! The complete rubber experience. Can you take it?” Tina nodded enthusiastically as she took the briefs, stepped into them and slid the cool rubber up her legs. She gave a little yelp as she felt the two firm extensions make contact. ...

Wendy had been driving for about 5 hours now on her way from Sydney to Adelaide and was due to fill her car with petrol. The town of Hay was still an hour away and she could have maybe just made it there but thought a leg stretch would do her some good. She pulled into the next service station and commenced to fill up when she noticed the lady next to her also filling her car, but studying her rear tyre. Wendy noticed the tyre looked somewhat soft and as the other lady caught her eye smiled and said, “Looks like it could do with some air”. ...

I think bondage can add spice to life, and a little fear can add even more spice, my boyfriend Len was well into bondage and even reached the stage where he would make bondage furniture for other people. On occasion’s he would ask if I was willing to try a piece of his equipment out for him before he delivered it to a customer, it was Saturday and the phone went, it was Len, he asked if I was free to test a piece of gear for him, As I have nothing on I agreed. ...

I think bondage can add spice to life, and a little fear can add even more spice, my boyfriend Len was well into bondage and even reached the stage where he would make bondage furniture for other people. On occasion’s he would ask if I was willing to try a piece of his equipment out for him before he delivered it to a customer, it was Saturday and the phone went, it was Len, he asked if I was free to test a piece of gear for him, As I have nothing on I agreed. ...

What follows is simple fiction. Any resemblance to people, or places was purely by accident. Mary stepped in the door and kicked off her shoes. Locking the front door she laughed, ‘I have the apartment to myself, Kathy won’t be home for hours’. The boss let her out early and her room-mate couldn’t get out of the office today. ‘Good,’ she thought, ‘for what I’m doing I don’t need spectators’. She had the entire afternoon to play without interruptions. ‘I haven’t played with my things in months, there just isn’t enough privacy with a room-mate around’. ...

Finally, the holiday rush showed signs of slowing down. The crowd seems thinner and would soon heed Donna’s announcement, “thank you for shopping at Zak’s Third Avenue Department Store, the store will be closing in ten minutes.” Donna sighs and looks at her watch for the thousandth time wondering why oh why do these people have to put off their shopping until midnight of December 22nd. She is the young assistant store manager and as such it’s her fate to clear the store of shopping stragglers before locking up. Walking through the departments, she smiles back at the relieved faces on her fellow workers happy to be going home at last. Walking with an air of excitement now Donna peeks into the store’s four window displays, saving a very special one for last. ...

Alex hung her head in defeat. Why hadn’t she listened to everyone’s warnings earlier? She sighed a little and closed her eyes. All there was left to do now was wait… It was another rough night for Alex as she had attempted to sleep on the train. Not that she could sleep with all the butterflies flying around, making a nuisance of themselves in her stomach. She clicked the LED on her watch and the glowing numbers pronounced that it was 8:00am and that meant she had ten minutes until the train slowed and she could disembark. What the other passengers didn’t realize was that Alex wasn’t just going on holiday. She was on a mission, set by a man she had never met on the other side of the country. Days before she had received a very odd package, and at the urging of her roommate Mel, she had opened it. Inside was a leather and steel belt, four matching leather cuffs, a matching collar, padlocks, a silky blindfold, a bright red ball gag, carabineer clips, and enough rope to secure a full grown elephant. The letter inside contained a train ticket and schedule, along with a note. Mel had quickly stolen the note and read it aloud. “Alex, I have set one final test for you. Put on the belt after you finish reading this. Your train leaves in a week. You’ll receive other instructions when you arrive. Bring the contents of the box with you and nothing else. LJ.” ...

There are times when I get so frustrated in trying to find suitable partners. You read the profiles, send the emails, you build a sense of expectation, you build a mental picture of what could happen, then, long pause, absolutely nothing. You take a chance with profiles that have no photographs. No replies and so the weeks go on. A few responses but nothing happens. Just hours and hours sat at a computer with nothing to show for it. Then I saw the profile of a lady who lives in Seattle and travels from time to time to London on business. She had looked at my profile but had not got in touch. Slim, ravishly good looking, the perfect figure, long brown hair & dark eyes, and a beaming smile. Every man’s erotic dream and more. I had nothing to lose. I looked at her profile which said little. I emailed some short lines, and, well, a few very brief emails later, we agreed to meet up & have dinner at her hotel. I knew instinctively from the outset from the tone & pattern of her text that we would get on. She was serious, businesslike & quick to reply. I was on time in the hotel & positioned myself in the bar so that I would be able to see her arrive at the door. Always a few nervous moments when you meet someone for the first time, but instantly I recognized her and my immediate thought was that her photograph did not do her justice. She was just stunning in jeans, tight blouse and outdoor jacket. A few drinks and then a meal. Into the restaurant, in the very middle, surrounded by other ( mostly older) couples enjoying their evening. The menfolk on close tables cast their eyes over us; I could not believe how fantastic I felt knowing what they were thinking; I was spending my evening with this gorgeous woman and they were not. She was mine, all mine, AND furthermore the onlookers had no idea of what might transpire between us. I always think that to have a one off meal with a beautiful woman is just fine & anything else that follows is just a bonus. We ate, chatted and then we ordered coffee. I did not expect for her to agree to see me again, but we talked and she did agree. We settled on me picking her up the following evening for some very serious play. It was a very cold star lit dark evening as I waited for her nervously outside her hotel. A short drive and there we were standing in the hallway of my dockside apartment overlooking the Thames. I offered to take her coat and then she was revealed in her full glory. Figure hugging leather trousers, black boots, a tight fitting shiny black finely patterned corset and around her neck a small black metal collar. I offered a meal but jointly decided that this would wait; a quick tour of my apartment so that she could get her bearings and so that she was comfortable with her surroundings. She instructed me to take off her clothing but strangely my instinct was for her to leave them on; she was too perfect as she was; she stood there in the half light with her arms outstretched, her long hair hanging down her back. I have never seen such a sight before, just complete and absolute female sexual and erotic perfection. With hesitation & great reluctance I fumbled with her corset and then removed her trousers and boots. I find a massage is always a good way to break the ice and to interact with a partner. Back and front, gently rubbing her all over. As agreed I then started to restrain her; a large leather belt around her waist linked to cuffs around her wrists held her arms by her side. Cuffs around her ankles and a leather collar around her neck. Strapped tightly to the bed at the head and foot she was immobile. Complete with blindfold. In many ways this is always for me the best moment. Surrender. Loss of control. Helplessness. The point of no return. I fondled, played & toyed with her; she requested pain on the nipples and I obliged; I rolled her over and stimulated her on and on. Her request for more pain and spanking was meet as best I could but despite my prolonged efforts our scene was evidently failing to deliver the stimulation she so clearly sought. A complete unexpected paradox – how could this possibly be true? She was totally submissive, completely unable to move & strapped on my bed. She did not really know where she was, in a foreign country & at the hands of a total stranger who she had just met the day before. We had plenty of time, no pressure, we were all alone, we were comfortable together. She was beautiful, willing & completely at my disposal. I was doing everything possible to arouse her to orgasm, but nothing worked. We stopped & talked and thankfully laughed; it was clear that her pain threshold was far in excess of what I was deep down prepared to deliver to her in a suitable manner. I knew that she wanted more serious pain & discomfort delivered in a certain way but she was so beautiful and her body so tender; she was totally trusting of me; how could I possibly do anything more to severely hurt her? Its alright having safe words but they are not much good ‘after the event’ once very serious pain has been inflicted. We agreed finally that I was too much of a ‘nice guy’ to deliver what she was seeking. With hindsight of course my best efforts to make her comfortable and at ease with her situation were the exact and total opposite of what turned her on. She wanted the unpredicted rough & painful treatment from the start. Furthermore I was just simply dumbstruck by the awesome reality of the bondage play situation that I had engineered. Never had I spent time alone with such an attractive seductive woman who was extremely sexually experienced in every possible way. We lay there, talked and laughed; we resumed and she begged me for sex (which we had agreed on before we started) and which again did not go to plan; in short, my personal expectations of my dream scenario were very different from the reality of what lay before me. A willing bound, struggling, submissive woman, strapped, unable to move. Tight creaking leather straps about her limbs and neck, her corset & leather trousers laying on the floor. Me, excited, virile, athletic, single, with a complete and total consuming passion and lust for bdsm. I was living my finest and wildest dream, but totally unable to orgasm. It was just as well she was not paying me for my dom skills. The pressure was on me to perform as I was in full control not only of her mental state of mind but my confused feelings as well. It got worse – I then had difficulty in maintaining an erection. I became confused with the overpowering and conflicting emotions connected with trying to administer pain and brutality to a beautiful & vulnerable female. I no longer became stimulated and aroused with my sadistic feelings . Instead I had increasing feelings of love, affection & care towards the vulnerable woman that lay on my bed. Not really what she had in mind at all. Finally and with much noise she did orgasm ( luckily !) with me holding her from behind. I released her & we lay together in each others arms chatting for the remainder of the evening. I had previously agreed to take her back to her hotel for midnight which I duly did. We kissed, held hands & I squeezed her leather covered thigh for the last time; with great sadness I watched her walk into the reception area of the hotel from my car. We agreed to meet again when she came back to London. For me the evening illustrated the gulf between the reality of true life and our imagined preconceptions; the real sensations of touching and caressing a female body, being attracted to someone, and fetish stimulations - these all play a part in our mental state from minute to minute. What have I learnt ? Especially for a first meeting prior communication is everything in establishing what is expected and added to that most of us do not vocalize what we actually are looking for. To communicate by email is often a lot easier than saying something face to face. Secondly when I dominate someone next, sure, I will deliver what ever they want ( mostly) as severely as they want but I will also indulge myself more by, for example, having a beautiful leather clad corseted American submissive woman parade in front of me suitably gagged /hooded and bondaged for a period because that’s what excites me personally and not necessarily what she expected or wanted. Never never worry about trying something new on a submissive ( unless they have specifically ruled it out). Lastly women are different – most enjoy stimulation of the clitoris & some don’t. That being the case always have a dildo to hand or other options available…. Our next meeting will be totally different affair. Generally I learn quickly. ...

Sunday night, its black outside, raining heavily, water streaming down my office windows, and a wind blowing. The orange glow from the street lights reflecting off the water lying in the road. I am at the office catching up on a few emails, trying to get ahead, ready for another busy week. I leave my desk for yet another cup of tea and there is an email from Alt.com. Not really what I wanted at that moment in time, but as always I am keen to see who it is from. ...

The night air felt good. There was a warm breeze blowing lazily. As I stood there with my eyes closed, I imagined myself on a remote beach in the Florida Keys. I was watching a beautiful sunset and hoping to catch the elusive green flash. Unfortunately, reality all too quickly intruded when the gas pump nozzle clunked off. I squeezed the handle a few more times to get the dollar amount up to a nice, round number. I pulled the nozzle out, put it back into the pump, and went inside to pay. It was one of those one stop gas, shop, eat, drink, and be merry convenience centers you find at the end of nearly every freeway exit ramp. ...

Dawn had broken, crisp and fresh. Steam drifted out of men’s nostrils as they stood upon the line. Battle flickered in their eyes as they peered across the plains at the advancing host. “Draw your blades, and Stand!”, yelled the commander. These young roman soldiers had no experience in actual battle. All they knew was what they learned in basic training. Their wills hardened as their thoughts drifted to their women and children tucked behind the city walls. They had to hold off the barbarians or die trying. The things that had been heard about what these Huns did to the towns they sacked chilled the blood. ...