When people see me, all they see is a tall, thin guy. Not overly attractive, but not ugly either. Just a guy, normally would be forgetful looking if not for being so thin. As I grew older, I tried everything to gain weight, or build up muscles, anything. But I also became more submissive, and into more fetishes. I liked bondage, mummification, latex, leather, steel, chastity, feminization, and so on. ...

(story continues from The Women of Latex Hills 3)_ 4. Olivia “Why don’t you go talk to him? Ask him out or something” my friend Monica teased me. She knew I had a crush on Andrew, the new guy who had been transfered from the main office. Me and Monica worked for Xetal, back in Chicago. “I can’t just go up to him and… no, I’m way too shy” I said. ...

Cassie hurried off the stage after the last bars of music faded away to change into her costume for the last part of the night’s show. The fact that it was the final night for the revue saddened her deeply as she had made many friends over the eighteen month run including most of her fellow performers. With the show’s pending closure, they would all go their separate ways and probably never see each other again. ...

(story continues from Jenet 3) Chapter 4 - Truth Revealed I surprised myself by actually falling asleep shortly after they left me on the couch. I had never been able to do that when I tied myself. It was a real trip waking up and finding you are bound and gagged! Very disorienting at first and very sexy when you finally realize what is what. I managed to struggle myself to an orgasm early this morning after waking up, so who am I to complain. I was totally relaxed now in my ropes and sexually satisfied. I knew that whatever happened today would be fun and exciting and I was looking forward to it. The only problem was that I needed to go to the bathroom. I was so grateful when someone entered the room and sat next to me. It was Michael. ...

“Debbie, OPEN THE DOOR!” Sue hammered on the door as the rain lashed onto her bare shoulders, drenching the skimpy cocktail dress that was all she had on. “I know you’re in there, I’ve seen your shadow on the curtains. You’ve got to let me in, I’ve nowhere else to go” There was a rattling from behind the door and it opened to a tiny crack. Sue could just see Debbie’s face. ...

I really do not know where my love of rubber and latex started from. I recall being turned on when I found some ‘top shelf’ magazines all about rubber, Atomage being one. Previously I had been a stocking & suspender man, so I still tend to veer towards rubber stockings and nice clinging underwear rather then voluminous mack’s. Is it the smooth..(yes another magazine title from way back..), appearance of rubber? The touch of it, the encasement of one body, the aroma, or just that it’s a fetish. Well I suppose it’s all of those. ...

Monika awoke unusally early on this Saturday morning. On the one hand were the strange dreams she’d been having, the other was the sweaty feeling all she had over her body. Surprised, she sat bolt upright in her bed, that’s when she noticed her body was not clad in the normal night gown but dressed in a very tight material. She touched her body noticing it covered her like a second skin. The material felt and smelled like rubber. Hurriedly she got up and switched on the light. Shocked, she looked at herself in the large closet mirror examining her image closer up. ...

Madam Becaud hurried purposefully along the narrow corridor which linked the musty cellar rooms of the Chateau de la Croix. It was 7.50 pm. She must not, on any account, be late. The passageway was cold and bare. Swiftly she moved through the few dim pools of light thrown down by a naked row of bulbs. Tonight, as always, as she bustled along listening to the hard and spikey echoes of her heels, she was struck by the dark, forbidding atmosphere of this hidden underworld. Above her head, in violent contrast, every room of the old house was the very essence of opulence and glamour, each one a distillation of countless generations of inbred elegance and the product, of course, of unimaginable wealth. ...

April lay in a room in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. She sat brushing her long red hair, her green eyes staring blankly into space. At 16, it was no place to be spending the rest of her childhood. It all started when April’s father remarried. April’s mother had been a high-profile attorney. She was shot and killed as she walked out of the courthouse by one of her old clients whom she had failed to keep out of prison. They soon caught him, but things were never the same. ...

“Who’s that lady?” I asked. “Oh, that thing?” My new employer said. “It’s Wendy. She’s just a piece of decoration.” For a decoration, she was beautiful. So amazingly beautiful. “She’s not…kidnapped or anything, right?” I asked. “Oh no, she’s here voluntarily. She’s the kind that…well…let’s just say that she loves getting attention. What better way then by dressing up like that?” If the woman in that suit wanted attention, she sure as hell was going to get it. ...

I’ve been using a small plain bentwood chair similar to a lion tamer’s for my sb chair ties for several years with much success and satisfaction. It is light with many places to attach ropes, and pretty comfortable. With this in mind, I began laying out my equipment for another session to be combined with my electrical stimulation unit. My plan was to attach the electrodes to a butt plug that would come and go randomly when the unit was turned on. I’ve had this sort of stim in the past, but not while completely helpless and unable to stop it for the duration. ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Tonight I was going to a Halloween party with Sheri, and Lou. They are two coworkers that I hang out with. I was dressed as a dominatrix, Sheri was dressed as a slave girl complete with shackles. Her whole costume was very see thru. Lou was dressed up as Pocahontas. She was spilling out of that leather bra. I went all out. I started my outfit with custom-made dildos. They were remote controlled, they could inflate, vibrate, and where the shaft part is there were metal contacts that could give me variable shocks. They could even squirt like they were cuming. I could select random patterns or an automatic mode. They had sensors that could tell when you were about to cum and in the auto mode would back off just as you didn’t want them to. They drive me nuts. I had them in at work one day and one orgasm took me to my knees. Thank goodness it was snowing that day. Everybody thought I slipped on a wet floor. ...

In Memorium - Elaine H. (1949-1999) Elaine was a morbidly obese slut, but she was a kind, nonjudgmental morbidly obese slut who accepted herself as she was. She knew about all my kinks and bondage in particular; she didn’t really go for them, for herself preferring cuddling and foreplay and enthusiastic fucking, but she accepted what I saw in them. She’d been out of the area for almost a year, and last week she called to let me know that she was returning in a couple of days. We made plans for her to come up from Virginia and visit me at my place in Baltimore this weekend. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Part 2 – She Rescues Me Again My girlfriend Elaine, as mentioned previously, is a morbidly obese slut, but she’s a kind, non-judgmental morbidly obese slut who tolerates my self-bondage fetish. She doesn’t really enjoy bondage or self-bondage herself, but she appreciates that I do and plays my games just because she’s my friend and she enjoys playing games with me - and if they happen to be sexual games, so much the better, because she’s a slut. Because of the way she plays along with my kinks, I use her as an ‘escape mechanism’ for inescapable self-bondage; I don’t have to worry about complex timers and the like to eventually free myself. I don’t ‘use her’ in a degrading sense- we always end up having a lot of fun and great sex. Elaine also packs a huge pair of tits (somewhere in the four-foot range, big even for a fat girl), a colossal ass, and has a delightful way of completely losing her inhibitions about her body not being ‘model perfect’. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Part 3 – Elaine Tries Selfbondage Elaine (a girlfriend of years I’ve written about in two previous chapters) is a morbidly obese slut- I mean we’re talking seriously fat, like 5’7” and 275 pounds! But she has a couple of things going for her: first, she’s a self-admitted slut, which from my point of view is just fine and means she gets a lot of aerobic exercise; second, it’s not a bad body if you don’t mind fat, with a huge bust and a colossal ass; and third (and most important), she’s a kind, caring, non-judgmental morbidly obese slut. She’s played a number of my games (mostly bondage and self-bondage with a bit of mummification thrown in for good measure as if to demonstrate that I’m truly out in left field) with me, tolerating my kinks less than really ‘getting into’ them, but she doesn’t condemn me for my ‘perversion’. She enjoys my company and the activity, perverted or not, but mostly enjoys the cuddling and ‘ordinary’ sex that comes ‘after’. The last time we played, she took pictures of me self-bound with her new digital camera, and we fucked each other’s brains out after reviewing our photographs on my computer. A week or so later, she called again to talk. (Since we live a couple of hours’ drive apart, we spend a lot of time on the phone.) She sounded a little bit down. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Part 4 – Elaine’s Tutorial in Self-Bondage “Hi, Bob… this is Elaine. Remember last time we got together… stop laughing, I know you remember that weekend, but I haven’t finished my sentence yet!” Elaine, of course, was the kind, nonjudgmental but morbidly obese girlfriend of whom I’ve written before. And I most definitely remembered the weekend- I had set myself up in a self-bondage situation with no means of escape (no timers, ice cubes, spare keys or anything) until Elaine arrived to release me or take advantage of me (or hopefully both). We’d played several sexual games before, but this was going to be her ‘personal best’. (To read more about Elaine, check Gromet’s site for other stories by Bob Salinas.) ...

Sophie had worked for a fine wine exporter company in Australia for two years now. She first started as a temp’, typing up company reports and answering ‘phone calls but quickly moved up in the company with her hard work and intelligence. It was Friday night and she was still typing out the invoices to be dispatched. Ever since she started she noticed some dissimilarities between the total amount being charged and the quantities, and thought it strange that those invoices always went to the same company. ...

continued from part one Jennifer lay there blushing all over with embarrassment over the fact she was now caught in her own selfbondage. This ordeal was supposed to be only two hours of fun but it had now turned into a little more than she expected. Though she was scared that this man who caught her might hurt her, she was getting a little excited over the prospect that finally someone was going to take control over her like never before and there was nothing she could do about it. Little did I know at the time, but when I said to her, “this was her deepest darkest fantasy”, it really was. ...

I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to pull it off in this first attempt, but that wasn’t the point. The idea of being tied up all night had been fascinating me for months now and I knew that sooner or later I’d have to try it. So this was the night I’d make my first attempt. The reason I knew I would most likely fail is that I had never even considered being in bondage for so long. I had no clue what it would do to my body and whether it could even take it. Actually, I was pretty sure that I couldn’t handle it. But there were so many unknowns in the whole idea that I knew that the only way to begin to understand them was to make a go at it and see what would happen. ...

Rachel was an ordinary looking 21 year old single student. She shared a ground floor flat with four other girls for a year now and it was sad for her to see them go home for the summer. Rachel herself was staying on, her parents owned the flat, she was going to get a summer job somewhere and keep the flat occupied for the insurance policy. Although great friends with the girls she had never told them of any of her fetishes. She never had the guts to do it but loved the idea of indulging in her fantasies without them knowing, and the risk of being caught made it even better! ...