This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction and should be read as such. Sam walked along the tombstone lime cemetery. He loved to take walks at night among the graves. It was one of the most peaceful places he had found in the city. He also dreamed of one night slipping into the graveyard and digging up a freshly buried young girl and fucking the corpse till he was caught. ...
This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction and should be read as such. Sam walked along the tombstone lime cemetery. He loved to take walks at night among the graves. It was one of the most peaceful places he had found in the city. He also dreamed of one night slipping into the graveyard and digging up a freshly buried young girl and fucking the corpse till he was caught. ...
The counter person had thought he had seen all manner of customers while working at the industrial equipment rental store; everything from lawyers types in three piece suits to grubby hicks in bib overalls but this one really took the cake. The young man in front of him was sweating perfusly, and had a large bloody bandage made from a tee-shirt covering half his head. He had a his left arm in a homemade sling and was extremely agitated. ...
The counter person had thought he had seen all manner of customers while working at the industrial equipment rental store; everything from lawyers types in three piece suits to grubby hicks in bib overalls but this one really took the cake. The young man in front of him was sweating perfusly, and had a large bloody bandage made from a tee-shirt covering half his head. He had a his left arm in a homemade sling and was extremely agitated. ...
Just been certified as a diver, I can’t wait to take my first dive in the waters. I went to the local dive shop to outfit myself completely, viking thick rubber drysuit in colour black, a re-breather system, so therefore I can stay underwater longer and quieter, not to disturb the marine life. And the rest of the other dive gear, such as fins, weights, etc. When I got to the beach, it seems pretty dead, not bad for a solo dive, still late in the morning, so I still have the whole afternoon of daylight left. ...
Just been certified as a diver, I can’t wait to take my first dive in the waters. I went to the local dive shop to outfit myself completely, viking thick rubber drysuit in colour black, a re-breather system, so therefore I can stay underwater longer and quieter, not to disturb the marine life. And the rest of the other dive gear, such as fins, weights, etc. When I got to the beach, it seems pretty dead, not bad for a solo dive, still late in the morning, so I still have the whole afternoon of daylight left. ...
I paid the cab driver, lifted the bag and took Fran’s arm. We both had been looking forward to this weekend, although we didn’t quite know what was in store. We walked up the stair and rang the doorbell. Underneath the button was a sign which read: “Members and Guests Only.” The heavy door opened immediately. We walked in and the door closed automatically behind us. We were standing in a small room, alone. A sign pointed to the right: ”Dressing Room. Rubber Attire Only Beyond this Point." We dutifully went into the dressing room, opened the suitcase and put on the rubber garments. We had received instructions in the mail: bring tight-fitting rubber suits with crotch slits. My penis and balls were to be sheathed in rubber and pulled through the slit. Latex gloves and hoods were to be worn at all times. ...
Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Cathy was led into the room. She had her hands handcuffed behind her back and was dressed in a transparent latex catsuit that totally enclosed her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, her only opening to the outside world was two small holes under her nose. Mistress Scully welcomed her into her dungeon. “Hello my slave, I see they have prepared you well.” Mistress Scully walked over and started to caress her nipples through the latex skin, Cathy moaned as Mistress Scully pinched her nipples hard. “Well little Cathy, its time I introduced you to some of my toys. You look cold my dear. Your nipples are erect. I think its time I made you a little more comfortable” ...
The slave Karen has been in darkness for a long time now, her head is encased in a full rubber helmet with soft plugs in her ears, she dared only to move when lead, or prodded with a crop. Her tender mouth has been punished with a large inflatable rubber gag which fills her mouth to its fully streched capacity. She has been kept in handcuffs, and taken to the shower stall. She has been subjected to several enemas, she is now clean everywhere. As a rough towelling dries her, her nipples are still standing erect from the cold shower which followed her soothing warm shower, she had screamed into the ballgag when the cold water slashed at her without warning. ...
I put the telephone receiver back on the phone. I had called Pearson Airport to check on my flight out and sure enough my flight was canceled due to snow. Stuck in Toronto for another night, I hate winter. It was December 16, and I was to leave for home after spending two grueling business weeks in Toronto. I figured that since I wasn’t going home tonight, I would go downstairs for a few drinks. I was staying at the Royal York and was familiar with a quaint little bar downstairs from the lobby. Where a few nights earlier a couple of colleagues and I had a few drinks. I grabbed my wallet, away I went. I walked into the bar and sure enough nobody was their except for me and the bartender, or it seemed. ...
I thought you might like to hear one of my fantasies, I’m having at the moment. Well, what I imagine is that I have taken up a part time job at a fetish shop, to help pay for all my clothes. What this entails is being dressed up in all sorts of weird and wonderful outfits, and then model them around the shop. So one day I have arranged to meet someone from the internet at the shop, so I decide to get especially dressed up for them. As there is so much to put on, I have to get the owner of the shop, who is a really sexy women, to help me get dressed. This is what I wear; First I slide into a tight pair of red latex panties, but ones which have two vibrators in them. One for my arse, and one for my pussy. I make sure they are really well lubricated and slide them into me. MMhhhhh, buy now I’m really turned on. ...
Number 2. Walking past the store, his eye is caught by a black satin corset segmenting a dummy with a pump up latex gag next to it on the floor. Smiling, he enters, wondering how her first day was. “Ding Ding” marks his entrance to the very quiet store, he expected a “Mmmmpffff” rather than a ding, it sort of seemed more appropriate. Looking around it is empty but various sumtuous latex & leather equipment was spread around. A leather armbinder for male & female hang in one corner, it felt so soft between his fingers as he caressed it contrasting starkly with the rather severe leather buckle straps at wrists, elbow and top. Mmmmm. Looked rather inviting. The smell of leather combined with the smell of latex and quickly tongued his nostrils making him gasp. Mmmmm, how nice to feel it being cinched firm with such a wonderful smell enveloping him, soft latex-glad fingers caressing his now captive biceps and taut pectoral muscles. ...
I am a devoted rubber fan, have been as far back as I can remember. I never got married, being painfully shy and thinking that it was impossible to find a woman who would share my love for rubber. At the time this story begins I lived alone, renting a small, detached house. I had not seen the landlord in ten years, which suited me fine. Not that I didn’t like women, in fact I fantasized constantly about having sex with a woman in rubber. In my daydreams (and quite often at night too) my rubber women varied over a wide range: a willing slave, a skillful prostitute, an insatiable lover, a cruel mistress. ...
Gromet what’s up how are you I have just created my first story and was wondering if you could post it up on your page as a mummification story? It’s called THE TEST it’s my first work it might not be the best but I think its pretty good. Please take a look at it and if possible post it on your site for other people to read as well thanks a lot. Also let me know how u think the story came out. Thanks mrdoogles ...
July 2000, Brandi and her team of archeologists finished packing the artifacts that were found in a tomb located in Egypt. Brandi took one last look at a peculiar key that she had found on there first day exploring. The key was very strong and clean but also very old. The head of the key was rounded and had an inscription on it that looked like a table. Brandi placed the in the final crate to be shipped back to the university in the states. Brandi sealed the crate and loaded it on the plane. Brandi and her team returned to camp as the plane was taking off to the USA. Brandi and her team returned to camp and ate dinner and went to bed. ...
Throughout my bondage experiences, I have been done up in several fetish type clothes such as spandex or leather as a complement to the ropes or shackles which Mistress has put me in. The wickedest clothing has to be latex! I have shared some latex stories with you before; I enjoy lounging around the house wearing a latex catsuit or being restrained while my body gets terminally excited by the feel of the sensuous second skin. One time when I had stopped in to see Mistress, she had a very special gleam in her eye, and she said she had some special plans for me. ...
A few years ago, I wrote about my uneventful visit to a local dungeon. I had been thinking aabout a return and waiting for the right time, which included wife out of town and nice weather. It finally arrived, but with a different destination. Now we had a new place which featured both massage and domination, so why not give that a try. The first thing I did was to put a chastity cage on my private parts, a cb-3000. (I like to wear this when the wife is not home; she doesn’t know about it.) Before I snapped the lock, I put a one-inch ring thru the hasp. Then I put on a spandex unitard - - which the wife also does not know about - - and locked the zipper in back to the collar I added; the collar had a separate locking buckle and leash loop. I put a small combination luggage lock through the hasp and a regular small padlock joining the zipper tab and the leash loop. ...
Danielle was furious! She had been in the middle of uploading a large file when the phone line went dead. Well, not exactly dead, but the computer link was terminated as her roommate, Linda, kept dialing a phone number using the library phone until it cut off the server connection. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Danielle screamed as she burst angrily into the large, dimly lit study. The blonde was sitting in the large leather arm chair. The lovely girl’s legs were splayed open over the upholstered arms, her short skirt was hiked up to her waist to give one hand full access to her pussy while she used the other to hold the handset. Her tight sweater was in a heap in the middle of the desk, and since Linda didn’t believe in encumbrances like bras, that meant she was completely topless, undoubtedly so she could play with her own nipples when the thought struck the incredibly lascivious wench’s mind. ...
The man barely moved as he heard the key in the lock and the heavy steel door squeak open. After months of captivity he had lost all sense time and nearly the will to live as he sat day after day heavily chained to a chair. He turned in fear when he heard the clicking of heels on the stone floor. A tall, cruel face looked down at him. “I think it’s time we made things a little more permanent for you and, so, we have a big day tomorrow and I’ll be leaving the light on for you for a change. There are a few things for you to look at!” the tall blonde women said calmly, trying to hide a grin. She began wheeling a small trolley into the dungeon, pushing it harshly against the captives’ knees. ...
In the hurried sexcapades of youth, during those back seat flings and the quickies of youth, because Mom and Dad might show up at any time. I was left with a very serious problem. My problems was that of premature ejection. I wasn’t able to hold back, more then two or three minutes. I would loose my self control, and shoot my load. If my lady enjoyed playing for a while first I would always explode in her hand and be unable to get another hardon for her to enjoy. This became a problem as the years passed by. ...