After I “came out of the closet” and revealed my love of bondage to my boy friend, my whole life has changed. He took to bondage like a duck to water! He confessed that he had read the letters in Forum, Playboy and other men’s magazines and it was a real turn-on. He said just the thought of a girl, all bound up, unable to resist, unable to stop a man, or another girl for that matter, from touching, licking, probing, devouring her was a secret desire that probably most men have. Of course, few would ever admit it. ...

We had been going out for over three months. Kissed on the second date and conventional sex on the third. And it was good. Very good. I liked the guy a lot. Six foot three, brown hair, brown eyes and muscular. My perfect man and he has a good job as a policeman. What more could a girl ask for? I realized, if this perfect relationship was to continue, I must be open and honest with him. He is going to have to be told about my kinky side, my private life, my desire for bondage. Who knows he might be as much as a pervert as myself. Ha, wouldn’t that be something? I figure if I reveal that side of me to him and he runs away shocked and drops me… then he is not the man for me. ...

Its cold. The soft glow of light coming from under the door has long disappeared. I seem to have lost all track of time. It could be eight, ten or three in the morning for all I know. It seems like a long time ago that I clicked the last lock shut and sealed my fate. Condemning me to this closet, to this cell, for who knows hows long. I feel so helpless. Naked and chained. Of course it is what I wanted. It is what I have planned for. But now the excitement has worn off. No more adrenalin rush to keep me warm and wet. Only cold air and cold floor. I am sitting on an old rug, which I now realize is too thin. I suppose if I could reach it, I might try covering myself to keep warm. Now that’s a stupid idea. Then I would be sitting on the concrete floor. ...

One Sunday morning, while reading the newspaper and enjoying a cup of coffee, I decided to have a little fun. I only had lunch plans today, so basically my entire morning was free. I went upstairs to get ready. I had just stepped out of the shower, and I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I have never really thought of myself as having a sexy body, but that morning I must admit I did look pretty good. I’m 5’ 6” with mid-length light brown hair. I have perky 34b breasts, and my hips are about 36”. I weigh about 115lbs and my waist measures 28”. I think of myself as being pretty athletic, but I don’t get out to the gym as much as I would like. I started a workout routine not too long ago, and it has started to show. ...

Sophie strolled into the kitchen in her dressing gown past her husband Tom who was staring at the morning paper whilst slowly devouring a bowl of corn flakes. This was not the usual morning scene for their household at this time of day as Tom would usually be on the train heading to work. Today was different however as Tom had the day off to use up the remainder of his holiday before the financial new year started. Flicking the kettle on, Sophie turned towards her husband: ...

(story continues from The Madam Moriarty Club) Second instalment of that series. It took me less than a month to write it. It is much more graphic than the precedent instalment. I hope I was accurate enough. There are more instalments to come. They will be more fetish-oriented than this part. Suggestions, comments, wishes from readers are welcome. Don’t be shy! I try to answer the best I can. I hope you enjoy that part! ...

Test run - Day 1 Hi there, my name is Carrie, usually I work in an office for a living, I manage accounts and things like that. I have an agreement with my boss, so every now and then I can take a long weekend and I get to go on vacation. Since some of my work can be done via e-mail or fax the fact that I can be out of office for two weeks, maybe three doesn’t interest him, so long as all my job is done properly. ...

Test run - Day 1 - part 2 As we enter I see that she as prepared something for me to dress in. I’m still adjusting to my predicament and without thinking I try to ask her what this is all about. But the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the air pushed out of my mouth, but not any words. But that’s quite normal since I have a gag actually glued to my teeth that completely blocks my vocal chords. ...

Test run - Day 1 - part 3 Anna chooses a restaurant in the mall, and I silently thank her when she approaches the waiter and asks for a table just out of sight. As we stroll around through the room I can feel some stares on us, then we sit at a table in a corner of the room. Remember that I still have my coat draped on my shoulders just to hide my arms bound behind me in a sort of armbinder that encloses them in a single sleeve. ...

I have a reasonable selection of rubber, rubber, PVC clothes as well as a load of normal clothes. There is a store in the high street that sells rubber etc and normal fashion stuff. It is always busy, people buying both types and lots of people moving around in underwear. I needed a new dress for a rubber ball that was coming up, so one Saturday I went to buy one. I wore to the store very tight leather trousers, ankle boots, a low-cut top and a very nice bra. ...

The life of an art student can be difficult. Anna came to Berlin from a remote part of Germany to study at the reputed academy of arts. She had exhausted her financial reserves and the cost of living in a city was much higher than she expected. Every Saturday she flicked through the small ads section of the papers in the hope of finding a job and thereby improving her financial situation. Mostly, these were very badly paid restaurant jobs, but now and then she would manage to find some more lucrative modelling work. Anna had a perfect figure; long legs, small waist, well-proportioned hips, firm round breasts, a slim neck and good facial bone structure. She liked putting herself on display and didn’t mind posing naked, which was appreciated by photographers. ...

“Thanks Jeff.” Tami said as she closed the tailgate on Jeffs’ truck. “Not a problem. I hope Jake likes what you got him.” Jeff got in and started his truck. “I am sure he will, take care.” Tami said as she walked up to his window. “You too.” Jeff said as he pulled out of the driveway and left. Tami went inside and locked the door behind her. In the middle of the living room was a large box wrapped in colorful paper. Today was her boyfriend Joe’s birthday and she was going to give him a present that he would never forget. ...

The black limousine came to a halt by the security gatehouse. The tinted glass of the driver’s window slid smoothly downwards, From the gatehouse an uniformed guard emerged and approached the driver. After a brief exchange of words he nodded to a colleague still in the gatehouse and the high black metal gates began to part. The vehicle had two occupants in addition to the driver – a hulking figure whose grey suit did nothing to hide his powerful muscular frame. Seated in the rear was an older man whose elegant and immaculate dress spoke of discrete wealth. Next to him was a young woman, perhaps in her late twenties. The woman was exceptionally beautiful; her short cropped blonde hair framing a face of pert prettiness. A well-cut blue business suit complemented her slim body. She looked uncomfortable however, her shapely legs crossed away from her male companion and her hands frequently smoothing her short skirt down over her thighs as if willing the garment to be a little less revealing. The reason for the woman’s discomfort was an all too common one. For much of the past year Miss Melanie Jones had been conducting a passionate affair with her employer. ...

Joe and Samantha Brown decided that they would go away for Christmas. Joe thought it would be better to stay at home and have a nice bondage session as they would be alone, but Samantha said it would be more exciting if they did it at a hotel. Especially if she was tied and gagged and stuffed into a case while he signed in. All those people walking past not knowing she was in the case. Joe thought about it and realised that this could be serious fun. He agreed, but he would have to find a suitcase big enough to pack her into. ...

The wriggling mass of tape lay in the corner of the factory with now and then soft moans coming from either end of it. Nobody who saw it or heard it took any notice of the wriggling bundle that occasionally rolled over and continued on its way around the factory. It was because of them, the bundle was now doing its own thing. Now and then, it would roll over into one of the women working at the factory. She would kick if about three quarters of the way along and it would scream out and roll over again! ...

As the apartment door slid open into the wall, Brenda’s spike-heeled sandals clicked along the tile floor as she went and set her purse on a table. She was dressed in her pink sleeveless top and yellow skirt. A brown polish was on the toes of her stocking free feet. “I can’t wait to get out of these shoes,” she said out loud, “my feet are killing me.” As a shadow fell on the wall, however, she turned and screamed. Later at the United Earth Police Headquarters, Captain Jane Raven walked in with Captain Paul Star. Chief inspector Sam Borg had a grim look on his face as his two top agents took their seats. “I’m glad you were both available. There has been a report of another disappearance of a female guest from the Casino of Love. I need the two of you to investigate and find out what you can.” It wasn’t long before Paul had used a gender morph gun and wore a purple gown at the black jack table while Jane, in black evening gown, was at the roulette wheel. As Paul watched the dealer placing his cards, he heard a red headed girl dress in a skimpy harem type outfit talking to a well dressed man in black. “You wanted to see me, sir?” The woman asked. “Yes, Marla.” The man smiled. “I hear you owe the house a lot of money.” “Yes sir.” Marla said as she lowered her eyes so not to meet his face. “If I can have an advance I can win back what I lost and even more.” “Have I not already been generous?” The man asked. “As owner of the club, I have ways for you to work off your debt.” “I’ve been doing my best to please your clients,” Marla said with fear in her voice. “I am sorry if there’ve been complaints. I’ll do better.” “You’d better.” The man said as he took a sip of wine. “Otherwise I’ll have to call in your debt, in full.” “Yes sir.” Marla said in fear as she walked off and smiled at the guests while rubbing one male’s shoulders. “You are tense. How would you like to cash in your chips and loosen up with me?” ...

I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now… She smiles at me, the woman. Celia. She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage. ...

I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now… She smiles at me, the woman. Celia. She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage. ...

Kat had been waiting months for this day to come for months. The past three months had been a blur of pleasure for the young girl. She was 19, and a serious rubber fetishist. It had taken her six months of searching for the special group of people of which she was about to join. Each and every one were rubber fetishists to the extreme. It had taken a of effort just to get invited to one of their parties, and ever more to actually be considered for membership. She had to pass a rigorous physical and disease screening program before she could enter their large mansion in the country. ...

I arrive at Master’s home, and his roommate leads me in. I’m taken directly down to the dungeon where I’m directed to strip off, I’m given a buzz cut and all body hair is shaved short with the clippers. I’m led up to the bathroom where I’m placed in the shower, and I’m scrubbed down and given a thorough coating of Nair all over, including my face. Once the shower is done and all trace of hair, except the very top of my head is gone, I’m given a couple enemas to clean me out. Once I’m done and dried off, a cock ring is placed on me, a Texas catheter is attached, and then I begin donning my latex undergarments. Already lubed, I slip into Hip high leggings, t-shirt, sheath shorts with an opening for the catheter tube, arm length gloves and then a full body wetsuit was placed on me over the latex. It had a hole for the cock sheath, which was placed thru it and zipped up tight. Foam earplugs were placed in my ears and then I had a latex hood placed over my head with open eyes, nose and mouth, and the neck portion placed under the wetsuit neck. I then had a pair of latex chastity shorts placed on me over the wetsuit and a notch was in the flap for the catheter tube to come thru and was locked on with several locks, and a pair of neoprene boots with semi-hard soles were then placed on my feet. A full body harness with built in collar was then placed on me and all buckles locked closed. A pair of rubber fist mitts were then placed on my hands and then padded leather ones locked on over those. A scuba like mouthpiece was brought over with a tube coming out. It was placed in my mouth and a padded muzzle brought around my head locking it in place, with just the tube hanging out. Its locked in place and a leather hood is placed over that. All you can see are a pair of eyes way inside and a tube out of the mouth and a couple nostril holes. I am then led to the Bondage Chair where I am strapped down with many straps and left for several hours with just the sounds of the TV in the next room to keep me company. Several hours later someone placing a blindfold over my eyes awakens me. I must have dosed off. And then I hear the voice of my Master for the first time today… “Hello pup… glad you finally made it! I see you’ve been prepared. I’m going to release you as soon as I place the kneepads on you and a couple straps to make sure you stay on all 4’s. The rest of today, you will be a pup, kept on a chain and on the floor… things will be better tomorrow.” And I was like a puppy, but with the blindfold on, hard to see what was going on around me, but was kept firmly in one area by the chain. After several hours of being petted and lying on the floor, I feel a different chain locked on my collar and I’m led by leash to the dungeon where I am locked inside and told goodnight. I quickly fall asleep… I awake to the sound of my cage being unlocked and the door opening. I’m pulled out and stood up and moved to a chair. I’m sat down and told to get ready to drink. Soon a Slimfast or Ensure or something similar is coming in my mouth tube, I greedily swallow it. And it’s washed down with some nice cold water. I’m then led over to one side and I feel shrink-wrap being wrapped around me. Over and over my body it goes, up and down everywhere! Then my arms are placed at my sides and my legs together and more layers from head to toe are wrapped on! Then I am wrapped from head to toe with PVC tape. Only the open nostril holes, mouth tube and catheter tube are seen. I’m then placed in a mummy style sleeping bag, which is closed around me and straps holding it closed around me and then down to the bondage bed in the dungeon. “You will be here for the day until I get things ready for you. I’ve placed an Air Conditioner in the dungeon window so the air will be nice and cool so you don’t overheat. And I placed a pair of headphones over your ears so you can hear some MP3s over them. You won’t get bored.” I’m kept there that way until that night when I am let out of the bag, and stood up, placed against a dolly and taped to that. I’m given more energy drinks and water and taken out to Master’s Van. We ride somewhere and I’m wheeled inside what turns out to have been a Fetish Bar and placed against a wall and in full view of everyone. I can feel many people rubbing their hands everywhere on my body until several hours later, I’m wheeled back to the van, and we ride home, and taken back to the dungeon. That night I am placed back in my cage, after being taken off the dolly, given something to drink, the door locked and asleep for the night. I awake and soon Master and his roommate are coming down the stairs. I am taken out of the cage, given my liquid meal and Gatorade, both sets of mitts are taken off, and I am told to stretch my hands and fingers, which were cramped and hard to stretch. Soon, 2 long heavy leather bundles are brought over, they encase my lower arms and enclose my hands, but allow me to open and close my hands as I wish, but are held inside the thick leather gauntlet. They are strapped and locked on, my arms brought back to my sides and I am placed inside a large plastic bag, from the neck down, with several layers of saran over that and numerous layers of tape, with only my catheter tube coming out. The headphones (nice ones with lots of padding are placed on my head) and soon my head is also encased inside a bag, with only my mouth, nose tubes and headphone cord poking thru and then layered with saran and duct tape. I am now a long silver worm with tubes coming out from all anyone can see from the outside. Apparently the headphones are plugged in somewhere because I hear a voice. It’s my Masters! “You are now ready for the next part of your encasement. We will be wrapping you in over 5000 ft of plaster bandages. Once that’s done and they’ve cured and set, we will see about the next phase.” The NEXT phase??? Soon I am being wrapped and wrapped under several layers of plaster bandages from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet… I have absolutely no movement other than opening and closing my fingers inside its gauntlet. After an unknown amount of time, the earphones announce that its nighttime and they are going to bed, but to think about what’s next. I awake to feeling myself being moved. I can tell I’m being carried somewhere. I am laid down and can tell my tubes are being maneuvered in some fashion. Then I feel and almost hear something. It’s like a heavy liquid sound… “Well pup. You will be spending 30 days fully encased. Maybe longer. You’ve been placed inside a wooden crate and we’re filling it with plaster. We will screw the lid on, and the crate is inside a small concrete block enclosure against the back wall of the dungeon. We will then set some of those large patio pavers over top, with some grout between then to seal it down and make it look like it was made to be a bench of some kind for people to sit on. We’re planning on having several dungeon parties here over that 30 days and you’ll be here for everyone, in your own limited way! We’ll provide you with some voices, music, radio and so on thru the headphones and of course your food, water and piss needs are being handled by the tubes… have fun for your stay!” The headphones click off, but I can hear just loud enough to listen a local talk radio station…. And I’m left to live out the next 30 days… Heavily encased in latex, saran, duct tape and plaster as a sitting bench in my Masters Basement! ...