Number Seven After the dominas had taken a five minute break and had another drink, they masked themselves again and returning to the cellar where they were met by Miko, who had now put the two fillies, still with the heavy rubber horses heads locked on, into their suspended rubber body bags for the night. Miko looked forward to more spirited reaction tomorrow. They now hung like chrysalis, suspended in double thick rubber bags a foot off the ground, arms and legs held in rigid sleeves and only their strange horse’s heads protruding from the bags, saliva continuing to dribble out of the mouths accompanied by the occasional low moan. ...

Number Six Mistress Stern, Emma and Michelle returned to the house, where they removed their masks, dried off again and served themselves drinks. Within their rubber attire their sweat allowed their skin and rubber skin to slip and slide against each other. They began to discuss their next guest, number six. “You can begin the enhancements today, if you wish Emma. We can all assist, and I feel energised today.” Emma nodded at the suggestion. ...

Number Eight “Well, seven down and one to go. So how is our rubber zombie, number 8? Is she responding to our rather unconventional treatment? I’m sure the Duke and Duchess are keen to know how our titled lady is responding to our treatment.” They returned to the cells and Michelle said. “She’s doing so well Madame; it is very disorienting for her at the moment. She has been in the suit for a week now. So she will gradually give up one addiction for another, yes?” ...

Number 2 While the four dominas prepared for their next victim’s indoctrination number one quietly closed her door, and reflected. She was bright enough to realise she was in shock. She walked across the rubber tiles to a full-length mirror and surveyed herself. She gasped at the transformation. Protruding from her dark brown skin were shiny adornments. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped in finely scrolled steel cuffs; the locks barely visible and their rubber padding gently squeezed her limbs – a permanent reminder. She raised her hand and gently turned the nose ring through its grommet. Close up she could not see the seal in the ring. It rested on her upper lip – again a permanent reminder. Her neck seemed to be slowly adjusting, her breathing was easier and she could move her head a little better as the two small rubber cushions at her chin and shoulder were a bit looser. ...

Number 1 The Range Rover pulled up outside the large country house that was well hidden in expansive treed parkland. Privacy was paramount – there were electric gates, warning signs, CCTV cameras and high walls. To the outsider no one would know that a house was there, or what went on there. The beautiful woman who exited the car was met by three equally stunning women at the front door. This in itself was not strange, but what made it bizarre were their clothes. ...

Number 3 As number two accepted her future, the four dominas returned to their playroom. Michelle and Miko helped each other remove their dildos, smiling at the saliva and anal secretions on them. As Miko washed them, Emma updated Mistress Stern on the progress of their next guest, number three! Emma relaxed in the gyn/ob chair, slipping her heels into the stirrups and stretching her tight nurse’s tunic and exposing her panties. She licked her lips under her rubber mask, still tasting number two’s juices, she smiled to herself, she had no intention of brushing her teeth for the moment, this was better than any mouthwash! ...

Number Four & Five The four dominas chose to take a break and returned to Mistress Stern’s study, peeled off their masks, dried off and relaxed. A day well done, so far. Sipping a juice, Mistress Stern asked Miko about guests four and five. “Well, they are proving that they have a lot more fight than the others, that’s for sure. They are becoming more compliant though, slowly. I think that, as they are identical twins, they seem to want to stick up for each other more. This seems to make them fight harder. I think your surgical procedure on their vocal chords was a great idea.” She smiled evilly. ...

She did have a different name once. Or at least she thinks she did. her thoughts were hazy concerning her other life. Here she was living a life of devotion and purity. Far removed from her previous incarnation as a servant of Mammon, working for the almighty dollar, a slave to her job, the company and her career. Then she was Eve Deville, a high flying top executive with a multinational Bank. A high priestess of finance. ...

It was a beautiful sunny but cold day when Sister Livvy decided to go for a walk during her lunch hour. As it was such a bright day, the thin Northern light doing it’s best to lighten the spirits of the city, Sister Livvy had felt that a life affirming walk was in order rather than spend her lunch time in the shop. Besides, honourary Sisters, Annie and Angelina could look after the shop. They were just employees, full time admittedly, but not inducted fully into the erotic world inhabited by Sister Lacivious of the Salacious Passions. She was just walking, she didn’t know and didn’t care where. Her mind was wandering, lost in thought, sailing the sea of dreams. She thought of all the people that worked in the shop full time and part time, all such lovely people and so dedicated to the calling or perhaps it was the good rates of pay and the excellent conditions. Whatever it was she loved being in her element, latex and all the other good things that went with that. ...

Sister Livvy was up with the Lark, bright and early. She lifted her head from the latex pillow and then threw off the latex sheet from the Iron framed bed. Fastening the latex robe around her fit, lithe body she strolled into the large modern kitchen and made herself some breakfast. She drank her ‘breakfast’ tea and munched on toast and marmalade thinking about what she wanted to wear in the shop today. ...

“We’re coming up to a fine example of a Victorian Church. There has been a church on this site since the Norman period. Now, it has been deconsecrated.” Said the guide knowingly. “Aw shucks. How could it not be a church anymore. Don’t they love their churches? Can we go look at it? It looks occupied.” Shouted Joe Maguire. “Pipe down honey,” Marsha Maguire whispered to her husband. “Not another church,” Clarice said, turning her eyes to the ceiling, as she muttered to her brother Mikey. ...

Part 2 Morning came and Jim awoke with a raging hard on. But that could wait for a bit. First to make sure Jerry was OK after a night of immobile encasement. First he started unwrapping each blanket one at a time. When each blanket came off he would take the time of folding it up and putting it onto a pile on the floor. Jerry did not sleep as well as Jim had for it had been a warm night with a frustrating forced immobility. Now he could begin to relax as he could feel Jim begin to unwrap him. When the last blanket that was wrapped around his body was removed he could feel the nice cool air and it felt great. Then Jim began untying the straps holding the blankets on his left arm. Then Jim began unwrapping the blanket around his left arm. Next Jim folded that blanket and put the rod away. Jerry still couldn’t go anywhere because his legs where still wrapped and immobilized. ...

Opposites attract. Never had that been so true as with the Vadra’s. Transferred to Bangalore, India to manage a software team, my nebbish nature had left me an isolated westerner in that sprawling city. How very nice that middle-aged Indian couple next door befriended me. Kumar Vadra was a civil servant, rather proud of his long years of service (which, from what I could tell, involved bogging down the efforts of countless individuals beneath meaningless bureaucracy). He was a loud, balding man with a rolling belly and unbending opinions. Still, I liked him. His wife Dharsha was a sweetheart. You could tell that in her day, she’d been quite a dish. Even now, with her figure slightly filled out, she still was attractive. Her deep-set eyes, shadowed into darkness, looked out from her sad oval face. Her black hair was swept back into a bun but two ribbons fell over her eyes. She would brush them aside without noticing. ...

Kate was 22 years old, who had just completed her degree in Biology at Durham University in England. Kate had been accepted onto the prestigious GSK graduate scheme, and she had high hopes of pursuing a career in Metabolic Diseases. In the mean time, Kate and her two good friends - Sarah and Sophie had decided to go back packing across Europe. The threesome excitedly planned their trip. Cheap airfares had made continental travel easy for even skint graduates. The initial plan was to start in Eastern Europe, and work their way westwards, visiting wherever took their fancy on their way back home, to a career and a future. Kate had a feeling this would be the last taste of freedom she would ever really have. She knew what commitment would be required in her new job, and in a few years she was determined to start a family, a big one like her own. So Kate was determined to be adventurous, and she managed to convince her friends that Europe, with it culture and history, was more daring than the safer, more predictable destinations of North America and Australia/New Zealand. ...

The following is partially a work of fiction and partly true. You can imagine where the line between truth and fiction falls, but you’ll see for yourself that I am not a fiction writer and I am mostly writing from first hand experience. It really started several years ago when I discovered that the tight feeling induced by tights, stockings, leotards, etc. could be really exciting. I’ve experimented with various articles and the opportunities that each presented. Full body unitards, long sleeved and footed, are probably my favorite all around exciting article, but they present problems in making any final contact, usually resulting in the need for immediate cleaning. Although somewhat unsatisfying for a close encounter to my wife, it adds “spice” to an otherwise very straight relationship for variety. ...

First off, let me say that I have been into bondage all my life. One of my first memories as a child is curling myself into a ball in the bottom of a sleeping bag, then rolling around, trying to make it as difficult as possible to get out. I must have been four or five years old. Through the years my attempts at self-bondage got better, more and more effective. Thankfully, I never got totally stuck, although I came very close on several occasions. ...

In the end, she chose Eyes and that sealed her fate. She had no one else to blame for what happened to her. Sort Of Bald wasn’t the type that would do anything more than make a few half-hearted gropes for her breasts, maybe after the kiss, maybe before. Leather would want to fuck her as soon as he got her outside - after buying a round of drinks, he would be keeping a tab. The Shitheads at the back table were out right away. Wolves traveled in packs and she didn’t want to get eaten alive. Not by wolves, anyway. ...

Chapter 1 - Helen I had been preparing for the right victim for my pleasure for many months and I had finally made my choice of victims. I had been studying several girls very carefully at the local gym to find a girl who would meet my requirements of stamina, flexibility and a love of multiple layers of tight fitting clothing. The first girl I looked at was Helen. Helen is a statuesque girl 21 year old 5’9”, blond waist long hair, trim body 34/24/32 figure, she works out every Thursday at the local gym where I noticed that she always wore red ballet tights under black leggings with a black long sleeve leotard and red crop top and red tight shorts over them. She works at a fetish shop down town which I went to once, when I went to the store to purchase a full body catsuit with two openings for the eyes and a very ridged mouth piece which forced the mouth open and acted very efficiently as a gag, it also had two built in hollow sleeves suitable for vibrators, when I purchased this, Helen looked at the suit with interest but at me with the look that said (another weirdo), but was very pleasant. ...

I’m finally sending my story, which is also a true story that actually happened to me when I was seventeen years old, I hope you enjoy it and are able to post it after reviewing it. This story is also most likely why I love Bondage so much especially Mummification Bondage. It all starts with this fifteen year old girl, Who’s name was Lynn moved next door to me when I was about ten years old, Wow I was in Heaven she was the talk of the neighborhood, All the teenagers were trying to go out with her but of course I was way too young. As my parents got to know her they would occasionally ask her to watch me which to me this was great, we watched movies and joked around about everything. As we grew up together and she continued to watch me through the years until I was able to watch myself we became very close. When I became fourteen I was basically trusted by my Parents to watch myself, but they would ask Lynn to check on me occasionally anyway, which was still ok with me considering she was now nineteen and was gorgeous in every way possible. ...

This all came about when me and my Wife Donna realized we were arguing over a stupid subject, Sex. I know she had many thoughts going on all at the same time, Job, as for the Job for now she’s now working at a Travel Agency part time, but it’s kind of cool because she gets all kinds of deals. Other problems are Money and most important Health, and I’m sure there’s other thing if I were to press the issue. When we talk it seems like everything’s okay then it blows over for a while. Then just when things get on roll something always comes up. ...