Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; zentai, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well. ...

It was a horrible wet Sunday morning. Rain pelted against the windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was not far away. I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer to my beautiful Mistress for warmth. ‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked. My Mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes I loved so much. She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’ ...

Hello, Dawn! Thanks for writing back; I’m sorry it took so long to get around to writing you anything. I suppose to start off I’ll tell you about what my mistress did to me last Sunday night. First, though, let me describe last Wednesday night. On that evening, there was a leather swap meet in the city; basically all the leather merchants got together in one place and sold their stuff. The affair was organized by one Mark I. Chester, an incredible erotic photo- grapher; if you ever get the chance to see any of his stuff, go! Bondage and other fun things are often part of his work. He’s been banned by the Helms crowd, so you know he must be worth seeing :-) ...

Louisa had been working at her local supermarket for a couple of months now, keen to earn some more money for her studies. At first she’d declined the night shift, but then thought of the extra bonus for the late work and volunteered. She’d be on her own to set-up the new promotional displays, easy work but not exactly exciting. She turned up just before the last cleaner was going out, “Hi Louisa, late shift again, don’t work too hard!” ...

Ian slowly undressed his little slave girl and placed her on the bed at one side, while he got the items for tonight’s play from the wardrobe. He surveyed Diane with awe as she lay there on the top sheet; the duvet was needed elsewhere. Such an obedient little sex slave she was. He carefully took the duvet out from its cover and rolled it up neatly along side all the other items. Diane watched with glee as one by one the items were placed beside her body ready for her Master’s use. Already she was tingling in her pussy at the thought of the enjoyment she was about to have. ...

Ian undressed his little slave girl ready for her pre-bondage bath. He liked to pamper her beforehand to give her that sense of belonging; not merely one of his possessions. Kissing her passionately as he slowly bathed her eager body. Every nerve jingling at the impending games. He then wrapped Diane in a large fluffy towel and led her to the bedroom. She felt like she was the most loved sex slave in the whole world as her Master sat her down on the edge of the bed and held her tightly in his strong arms. He kissed her again and told her he loved her. She looked longingly into his passionate eyes, before surveying the equipment for tonight’s play on the bed. Her eyes then drifted towards the open plastic storage container at the foot of the bed. A shiver went down her spine as she saw it gleaming in the light. Her thoughts turned to of how she would possibly fit inside that small space, making her pussy twitch slightly. Her Master had particularly made the point of telling her its dimensions to further enhance the effect. Thirty-two inches long, seventeen inches wide and a mere fifteen inches deep. It seemed almost impossible that her little body could squeeze into such a space. ...

What has a model to do for a living? Ok, it’s not as if they pay me little money, but still it is at least quite weird. Sure I have some fun, but every time my employer make it as challenging as it gets. I work for Frizo, the creator of bondage tools and fetish clothing, and he uses me to show them off at party conventions and so on. ...

Barbara arrives at the Rubber Clinic where she will be modified and trained to become the perfect lesbian slave. The first few chapters do not contain much sex scenes because they are more focused on Barbara’s modification. However, there will be more sex scenes after these chapters (lesbian and machine). Preliminary remarks: This is the continuation of my other story ‘The Hidden Face of Doctor Lydia von Sklaverei’. As before, I would appreciate suggestions about the continuation of this story. Even if I have the plan of this story, I may be able to squeeze a few ideas in the plot. Anyway, there will be a third part in this story. IMPORTANT: There are not many sex-scenes in the first eight chapters. They are focused on Barbara’s body modifications. If you are looking for simple sex-scenes, sorry. However the following chapters are more oriented towards sex with lesbian training and fetish sex. There will also be much more sex-scenes in the third part of the story. I wish you enjoy the reading. Part Two - The Rubber Clinic ...

Bill was in control of one of the largest corporations in America. His life was broken up into three separate parts. One part was with his beautiful rich wife. The second part was his love of bondage.. The last part of his life was his work. His wife didn’t enjoy his sexual fetish. She knew that he was into bondage but she wanted no part of it. When her father died she inherited the company. She put me in charge and I’ve been running the corporation for three years. ...

Author’s note; This is my first story and I hope you like it. This story, along with any future stories I may write, are a reflection of my own personal fantasies. Because I am not much into pain and torture you may find it to be a little mild for your taste. I do however welcome any and all remarks and/or criticism of this story so that I may improve and write better stories in the future. Enjoy. ...

Oh my gosh! What have I done? Of course it is what I wanted. What I dreamed and planned for. What I had thought about for a month. And now I am stuck and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I have hours to go before I can see good enough to work the dials on the combination locks. I hurt so. My poor nipples. Just a few minutes ago I was free but now I find myself spreadeagled so tight that any movement at all is impossible. My ankles, knees, waist, chest, neck and head all tied with ropes and cords. What a picture. I feel like I am being split in two with my legs spread so wide apart. ...

Let me start out telling you all about my married life, I am very much into bondage the stricter the better, my wife is not, she just isn’t into it and spends too much time trying to understand why someone would ever want to be bound and gagged. Because she doesn’t understand why I like to be tied up in bondage, therefore she doesn’t like it. I can at times get her to hold my keys or do a little, (very little) I know that with her holding the keys release is easier than the old ice cube release, even if I remotely sound like I want out and it’s done, no begging, no worries, but it is a rush sometimes to pretend she may this time not let me out, (its never happened) but hey I can dream can’t I? ...

Occasionally I have to attend meetings in St. Louis, which is about 150 miles from home. I always dread the long drive and this trip was no different. Drive up in the afternoon, check into the hotel, find something to eat, watch some television, try to sleep and try and look well rested and alert in a boring meeting the next day. Little did I know this trip would turn out different. ...

Ewe wouldn’t believe how sheepishly simple my selfbondage plan was. I took a short scrap of 2x4 and cut it to a “V” shape. Then I screwed it to a flat board which was about 10 inches wide and 3 feet long. The idea was to make a place for me to sit with the flat board under my bottom and my legs will go to either side of the 2x4. I drilled a half inch hole in the board about 2 feet from the back end. Then I screwed an eye bolt near the end of the flat board. I locked a link on my handcuffs to the eyebolt. ...

Beep beep beep beep, as my alarm clock goes off right on time. Two in the morning already. I was sleeping so soundly. Get up? Do I have to now? Then my fantasized Mistress yelled at me. “Get up slave! Now! Strip off that nighty! Do it now! Get those panties off! I obeyed my imaginary Mistress without hesitation. Standing naked, at attention, I had to listen to the string of offenses I had committed. ...

The following kinky situations have popped into my head. Some I have done. Some I will do. Some I hope will never happen. Oh the possiblities. Imagine- Getting home after dark. You have stripped naked in the parking lot at work and locked everything but your ignition keys in the trunk of your car. Now you padlock a chain around your waist and around the steering column. As you drive the dimly lit streets you masturbate to an orgasm. Your padlock key hangs from a string inside your garage. Just drive in, roll down the car window, grab the key and your free. Approaching the garage you push the remote control button of the garage door opener to discover it’s battery has gone dead! ...

It all took place between my junior and senior years at college. I was back home that summer helping mom and dad on the farm. I already had a passion for selfbondage and was tieing myself up pretty regularly. There was an “adult” toy/book/magazine/video store not too far from the college campus and I would sneak over there and drool over all the goodies. Being on a very limited budget, I mostly just looked and dreamed. Occasionally I would buy a Bondage Life magazine or some other kinky publication and devour it from cover to cover. I lost count of the orgasms those wonderful magazines gave me, as I pictured myself all trussed up like the girls in the pictures. ...

By now I had experienced enough “selfbondage” to know what really feels good and what it takes to really “get me off”. I try to go a little farther each time, pushing my limits, and adding that special kinky something to make my ordeal last longer and hurt a little more. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen to me Friday night into Saturday morning. If I didn’t chicken out, I was going to take selfbondage to the next level and I shivered when I thought of my plans. ...

The auction ad in the newspaper read, “Misc hardware, locks, keys and other items too numerous to mention”. Locks and keys got my attention. The auction was being held this coming Saturday in the north end of the county. Too good to pass up. When I arrived at the old farm on Saturday, cars were lined up on both sides of the road. With so many here what chance would I have? I looked over the maze of stuff that was set out on long tables and in cardboard boxes under the tables. A lot of junk! ...

Picture yourself standing with your legs far apart and your arms being pulled up over your head so that your whole body is taunt as a bow string. I was day dreaming this and becoming more and more excited at the thought of really doing such a thing. That night I fell asleep working out all the details in my mind as my fingers instinctively caressed myself. The first thing I did the next morning was to fill my ice-pipe with water and put it in the freezer. Let me explain about the “ice-pipe”. First of all, I have 2 ice-pipes. A small one which gives me about 2 hours in bondage and a large one that lasts about 5 to 6 hours. To make one of these, take a plastic PVC pipe, like the kind plumbers use, and glue a pipe cap on one end and glue on a reducer cap on the other end. Then drill a hole in the solid cap end and put an eye-bolt there. Now to make it all work, simply drop in a short piece of chain in the reducer hole, letting a link or two stick out. Fill the whole thing with water and stick in the freezer. ...