Carol Smith looked at her husband with disdain. They had bought this wonderful big house with a large cellar. Her husband is heavily into bondage whereas she cannot see the sense in it. John had just told her he wanted to turn the cellar into a cell where she could chain him up and lock him in until she saw fit to release him. Carol wanted nothing to do with it. But for John, bondage was just a prelude to sex. A form of foreplay! It made sex that much better once he was free. He told Carol once that he would like her to tie him up and rape him. Use him at her will. But Carol would have nothing to do with it. ...

Five years ago my wife divorced me because of my love for rubber. She never understood rubber and could never get herself to wear rubber for me. To tell you the truth, the divorce was a relief. I’m an inventor and, fortunately, some of my inventions have made me a lot of money. Even after the divorce settlement I had plenty left over to buy a large house and equip it the way I had dreamed about for years. It took me three years to complete the installation and to acquire a truly large collection of rubber garments. Now that everything is in place and working, let me tell you about my rubber place. ...

Max had put on his favorite rubber outfit: several latex underpants, two pairs of long latex gloves, a thin latex hood and a heavier on top of it, two rubber suits, rubber boots, two rubber overalls, a gasmask, a pair of heavy rubber jeans and a heavy rubber raincoat. He checked the locks in the harness of the gasmask and in the belt of the raincoat; they were secure. He would stay in rubber for several hours, the locks made sure of that. ...

The envelope had been delivered under the door. An ugly manila envelope contained a letter, a plane ticket and a set of instructions. Inside the manila envelope was a smaller envelope with red writing in a strong masculine scrawl, DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTED. Nira had studied the envelope and letter for hours in her little apartment in San Francisco. Nira, I know your innermost thoughts. Don’t deny them. I have watched you and admired you. I wish to help you release your true desires. Allow me to be your teacher, and your master. Please, my dear, follow the instructions I have sent you. Eric ...

«Standard disclaimer applies - If you don’t like this, or aren’t old enough to read it, then don’t.» In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed then. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards. ...

Wet Country For two weeks each spring I rent a cottage. It is not an area where you would ordinarily vacation, for there is hardly ever any sunshine. In fact it rains almost constantly there during that time of the year. Which is just fine with me. The cottage is quite remote, in a wooded area. I pack every rubber garment I own into my van and drive there on Monday morning. I get to the cottage about noon and spend a good hour moving in. Every closet in the place gets filled with rubber and what is left over I hang on the walls or drape over furniture. By about 2 p.m. I am ready. I dress in two rubber suits, rubber boots, rubber gloves and a latex hood with an inflatable gag and a gas mask. Then I put on a heavy rubber trench coat with a wide belt. Two padlocks make it impossible for me to get out of the rubber, one for the belt and one for the neck-strap of the coat. Then I go for a long walk in the rain. ...

The rain started shortly after 8 p.m. George turned on his computer and searched for the weather forecast. Two days of rain, it said. Ideal. He went to his rubber wardrobe and started dressing. First a pair of latex briefs with a detailed attachment for the penis and balls and a thin, long rubber tube at the tip. Next a thin rubber suit with an opening in the crotch. He pulled the tube and his private parts through the opening. Then he pulled a latex mask over his head; the mask had a soft gag, with a breathing tube through the center. ...

It had seemed a good idea at the time…. Standing before the display of cut-rate rubber fashions, hand in hand with his girlfriend, he’d been surprised when she’d said “Let’s get two sets, one for me and one for you!” “C’mon…” she continued as he hesitated. She was playing with a huge black dildo, idly stroking the shining black mass in it’s bright plastic packaging. She reached up to touch his cheek, eye’s huge and locked on his, her hand fragrant in the tight leather gloves she was never seen without in public, “We’ll be a beautiful pair.” ...

I decided to try a little self-bondage with teasing and denial. I began to prepare myself. I laced a very thin shoelace around by balls then criss-crossed laced it very tightly down the length of my cock. As my cock began to swell the lacing dug into its length and restricted its growth, sheer torment. I inserted a large vibrating plug into my ass then put on a leather thong that held it in place. The thong was crotch less leaving my laced balls and cock exposed and unsatisfied. I place a large ball gag into my mouth and tighten its leather strap securing it in place. ...

The girls in the office were fed up with Beth’s attitude. When she was not being a stuck up prig she was trying to lord it over everyone else. Matters really came to a head when all four of them, including Beth and the boss’s wife Carla, were in the office during a factory shutdown transferring the old manual records on to the new computer system. All morning Beth had been bragging about her new apartment and all the things she was putting into it. But she didn’t know that one of the girls had found out that the only reason she could afford the apartment was that she had had her fingers in the till at the last place she worked. ...

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 there 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. ...

In the middle of the room stood a sinister black figure. Slave 9 was pushed toward it and told to examine it carefully. It was made from metal, painted black. It had the detailed shape of a man, only the penis was missing; instead there was a round opening, lined with black rubber. At several places including the mouth there were air-hose connections and at the anus a rubber tube protruded. ...

Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman. It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live. It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn’t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really…but the sign outside still insisted upon calling itself Art and Supply Depot. ...

Rubber Fantasies 8: The Pill The woman at the door wore horn-rimmed glasses and carried a note-pad in one hand. “We would like to conduct a study with your organization,” she said. “What organization?” I asked. “Why, your rubber club of course,” she replied. I asked her in and closed the door behind her. “What is this all about,” I asked “Can we sit down somewhere, I have quite a bit to tell you.” I led her into the reception room and pointed out a chair. “I am a researcher in pharmacology and I developed a new pill which increases the desire and frequency of orgasm in men. We are in the clinical trial stage and need test subjects. So far it looks like the pill will allow orgasms to occur every 15 minutes, rather than once an hour or so. And you are ready to proceed to the next orgasm immediately after the last one. The penis stays erect from orgasm and the subject has an irresistible need for an orgasm” ...

I was sitting in my recliner, with the back almost all the way down. I had put on two rubber suits, a pair of soft rubber boots, a comfortable latex hood, a gasmask and two pairs of latex gloves. My penis and balls were sheathed in rubber and protruding through the rubber suits. I was totally relaxed and unintentionally fell asleep. Suddenly a rubber-clad woman appeared before me. Her lithe body was encased in a bright red rubber suit. “Who are you” I asked. ...

Many years ago I was attending a five-week course in southern Virginia. Because it would be so long and motel rooms get to me in a few days, I rented a little kitchenette in an old motel out on Old Highway 1. In addition to greater convenience and size, it also provided privacy; none of my classmates wanted to go “clear out there”. The latter is probably the real reason I stayed there. It wasn’t fancy but with maid service every Saturday morning, it was clean and very private. ...

I really don’t know what he is moaning at. It is his wish, well as nearly to his wish as he is going to get right now! I married James when I was only nineteen. James was twenty two. The first year was fine. Our sex life was brilliant, but gradually for some reason the novelty wore off! It dropped from nightly down to once a fortnight. I tried the old stuff. I bought an ultra short nightie. That picked it up for a while but it fell back to once a fortnight again. ...

Phil glanced around the bedroom, giving his preparations one last look over, checking that he’d missed nothing. Everything seemed to be in order. The bed had been the worst part, dragging the heavy frame away from the wall had been a real effort, but it was now positioned near the centre of the room, directly under the heavy eyebolt mounted in the ceiling. It was a lovely bed, with one of those frames of heavy wrought iron, although now it’s looks were somewhat disfigured by the wooden mounting posts attached to the centre of the head and foot board. ...

I have no idea what inspired me to do this! But here I am, a 42 year old housewife hogtied and gagged in my in my own house and no way to get free. I lay here on the floor of my bedroom twisting and struggling trying to reach any of the knots that keep me helpless and trying to analyze myself. I suppose I should start at the beginning. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 9 - Party Pistons) Chapter 10 - The Rubber Match SNAP! Mmmfffph! SNAP! Mmmfffph! Jane selected another heavy rubber band from the pile and used two fingers on each hand to stretch it out. Sliding her thumbs between the two strands she pushed down to make the opening larger and then worked it over the already bulging flesh of Natasha’s right breast. SNAP! Mmmfffph! After the tenth one settled on top of the others around the base she stepped back and waited. Karen, who had been holding the girl’s right arm below shoulder height to stop the breast from being partially flattened while Jane snapped on the elastic bands, changed her grip. With one hand she held Natasha’s wrist while the other spread the girls fingers apart. ...