(story continues from Payback 4: Bitch Tickling!) Chapter 5: Justice for Jessica Even through my kid gloves I reveled in the sensuous feel of the fine leather as I lifted the hooded cloak out of my closet and draped it across my arm. It was the final touch to my outfit of glistening dark cherry coloured leather and a fitting sight for Jessica to remember on her last day with me. ...

Eisanna Maria: This is my first attempt at writing a real personal fantasy of mine. Flames are not welcome they could melt the dildo or latex:( I am on the second floor of my house in my room, my long blonde hair in a tight pony tail high on my head. I wear a long, blood-red robe, and a slave kneels at my feet in position number three. He has laid out the latex catsuit, the widows-peaked hood, the strap-on cock and four-foot long tail, like a single-tail whip, that is part of my garb tonight. I dismiss him and he scurries from the room, hastened by a kick in the buttocks as he goes. ...

Fantasy or Reality ? A short description of some simple latex and bondage fun. Saturday night is our night for indulging our sexual fantasies. We have been sexual partners for many years and we have tried many things. I learned that my favorite fantasies involved latex clothing and bondage. So this is a description of one of those fantasies (or is it reality?). This past Saturday was my turn and we start early. I tell her to undress in front of me, which she does with great skill. I resist the temptation to jump her right there as I have more interesting plans for the evening. ...

The knock at the door was unexpected. Sunday morning. I was not expecting anyone. I was pleasantly suprised to find a rather lovely looking lady standing on my doorstep. “Are you Mick?” “Yes, can I help you?” “I have something for you,” she looked straight into my eyes, she had lovely big brown eyes, beautiful in fact, like the rest of her. “You won it on ebay yesterday, you paid very promptly with paypal, so I thought I would deliver it just as promptly.” she smiled, as she saw the realisation on my face, I felt myself going beetroot. ...

By training I am contractor. I renovate people’s houses. When this episode of my life began I had a small business of my own, albeit not a very successful one. I am quite good at my job but, you see, I have this problem: I am a rubber fetishist. I love to be dressed in rubber, even tied up in it. I have had this feeling ever since I can remember. The only way I can enjoy sex is being dressed head to toe in rubber. I always wanted to get married, but the woman of my dreams would have to love rubber too. I never found that woman. ...

I had been with the same company in Cleveland for 37 years when they offered me early retirement. I was only 56 years old, but I took it. After all, being single and having led a simple life, I had saved up more than a million dollars. More importantly, I wanted to have more time for myself. You see, I am a rubber fetishist. While I was working, the only thing I lived for was the evening and weekends, when I could be in my house and don my rubber garments. Over the years I had acquired more than 300 of them. ...

I couldn’t believe it, Downsized! Me? So soon? I’ve only been working for the company for a few years! I tried for months looking for a job in the same city but with no luck, but my money soon started to run out. I ended up finding a job all the way on the other end of the continent! It was the hardest decision of my life that I made with great sadness. ...

#13 Andreabound is Sold – Part One When Sara left early Monday morning she had left a note that said: Darling Andrea, Had a wonderful weekend. Thanks for the clothes and I’ve taken your spare keys – hope you don’t mind. I’ll be back Tuesday night at six. I left my handcuffs on your pillow. When I come you must be kneeling in your cell wearing them. I will be angry if you are not waiting for me. Kisses, Your lover, Sara-Jane. ...

Hi there, My name is Jessica. I’m 28 years old and I’ve been into bondage since I was 12. I have only recently found a mistress so I’ve spent a LOT of time tying myself up. I had already had several close calls when I did get busted. Big time. I was 19. I came home from school at noon on Friday. My mom usually gets home at five so I figured I had the whole afternoon to play. ...

I hated when this happened. There I was at work, doing some paperwork when all of a sudden a strong urge took me over. It began from the stomach and shot its way upwards. I could feel my heart picking up the pace dramatically and my face started to blush. Finally the feeling went down affecting my private places as well and I knew work was over for today. I looked around to see if anyone had seen my sudden blushing. I knew that they wouldn’t know what had caused it, but it still was a relief to comfort myself with the fact that nobody even would have anything to speculate. Because I had suddenly, and violently gotten the urge and I knew I couldn’t do anything with a clear head before I could get rid of it. And unfortunately, there was only one way to get that done. This was the urge that could only be satisfied by tying myself up tightly and bringing myself to an all-encompassing climax afterwards. ...

Hi.. Firstly thanks for this excellent website, it has not only been enjoyable to read but it given us great ideas too.It is nice to know that there are other people with the same likes. Here is a true story of how I discovered my husband in self bondage. It is a little tame compared to some of your other stories,but i hope it is good enough for you to use. ...

Claudia’s Assignment #4 This is my report from my Saturday morning task given to me by one of the Gromet readers. This is the one where I used the Emergency Backup Release letter to Maria my housekeeper. This letter was published on the Gromet site recently and if you haven’t read it yet, you should so what happened Saturday will make more sense. Maria comes to the house around noon on Saturday so I planned the task to begin two hours before noon, 10:00 AM. The task seemed sort of tame by my standard so creating the urgency to complete it in such a short time really spiced it up. ...

I have always enjoyed self bondage. My adventures have been enjoyable and very exciting at times. My latest adventure almost proved to be too much or too close to pushing the limits. Read on and you will see what I mean…. It was Saturday morning. I woke up early to begin my new adventure. Today, I was going to push my limits and try some things I have never tried. Last night, I took some rope and cut in into 4 pieces. I took 2 pieces of rope and put the ends in a gallon milk jug full of water. I placed it my my big freezer, I did the same with the other 2 pieces of rope in another jug of water. This morning, they were both frozen. I don’t like to use keys too much for the reason of not being able to unlock the locks, but I have used them before. ...

She came back from the kitchen with in her hands two glasses of red wine, but also over her shoulders a gorgeous mohair shawl. A shiver went through my whole body as she had taken me by surprise with this suddenly so much richer appearance. She must have noticed my little shock, because a twinkle came in her eyes as she settled down on the other end of the sofa. After putting down the glasses in front of us she let her fingers go through the soft wool and said: “Isn’t this beautiful?” ...

Entry from the SAX Leather, Grometsplaza & UtopiaStories Bondage Story competition 2005 “Even Houdini would have trouble.” Claimed the Sax Leather website. I decided they were probably right. The hand cuffs were beautifully crafted with a triple hinge instead of the usual short chain. I was sure that even if the wearer held the key they would not be able to manipulate it into the lock let alone turn it with their fingers. I could not wait to try them out on Maxine. ...

My second trashbag story, combining my love of self bondage and discovery, along with being objectified and bagged - hope you enjoy. I had the day to myself, a rare day off during the working week and my wife was working today, the house was mine. After eating breakfast and some cleaning up, throwing some garbage into a bag in the kitchen that I would place in the bin later, I decided to check my emails. They turned out to be mostly spam and other junk mail, then there was one that sparked my curiosity, clicking on the link lead me to a story about someone being enclosed in a garbage bag and dumped. The story was on some group and clicking on the links I found several more stories that contained various forms of play involving trash, dumpster and most important of all - bondage. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life will result in injury or death. My second trashbag story, combining my love of self bondage and discovery, along with being objectified and bagged - hope you enjoy. I had the day to myself, a rare day off during the working week and my wife was working today, the house was mine. After eating breakfast and some cleaning up, throwing some garbage into a bag in the kitchen that I would place in the bin later, I decided to check my emails. They turned out to be mostly spam and other junk mail, then there was one that sparked my curiosity, clicking on the link lead me to a story about someone being enclosed in a garbage bag and dumped. The story was on some group and clicking on the links I found several more stories that contained various forms of play involving trash, dumpster and most important of all - bondage. ...

Alice smiled as the wind whipped through her hair as she drove home from her strange shopping spree, she still wondered what had possessed her to seek out the store’s way down in the valley that carried the clothes and accessory’s she had purchased. She still had more things ordered and winging they’re way to through the mail. Still though, It had only been a month since she had first found her husbands stash of rubber clothes, and instead of getting mad at him for deceiving her, she had gone on the internet and found a huge amount of information about this strange “fetish” of his. ...

1) Interview with a Mistress Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall. Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well. ...

story also appears in latex section 1) Interview with a Mistress Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall. Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well. ...