(story continues from Medieval Dungeon Party Part 3: His Highly-Strung Lordship) Part 4: Trouble for a Little Plucker In medieval times troubadours enlivened many a feast and we had one complete with lute to enliven our Medieval Dungeon Party. However ‘A Wandering Minstrel I’ played once or even twice is acceptable – but sung off-key over and over again accompanied by the plucking of the strings of an out-of-tune lute soon wears down even the hardiest of souls. So it was no surprise that it was not long before others at the party ganged up on our troubadour and he got his come-uppance. Read on. ...

Claudia’s Assignment 3 Claudia, I loved your story on Gromet’s plaza! I have so far only managed to post one of my adventures, but I hope to have more in the future. If you’re up for it, how about a little assignment: What you need is a pair of your favorite high heels, some rice, a short skirt, and very long anal toy (I have a ‘fist of adonis’ that works really well for this). Before you put on your high heels, put some uncooked rice inside. At first, your feet will barely notice but after about 30 minutes, your feet will be in exquisite pain. ...

I want to share this assignment with you all as it happens. You see, one of the Gromet’s readers sent me an assignment a while ago. I haven’t had time to actually do it but I will very soon. It is sort of an easy task by my standards, but I feel an obligation to attempt it as Sir S went through a lot of time and effort to spell it all out for me. The task is basically a self-bondage scenario that starts on my bed and ends up with me inching my way to the kitchen to retrieve the keys that will allow me to get out of my bondage. Sir S was also concerned enough that he required me to have a person scheduled to stop by after a period of time that should allow me to complete the task if everything went okay. If things didn’t go as planned, this emergency back up person would find me still bound, but would be there to release me. It would be embarrassing, but would prevent me from dying a slow death bound and gagged in my house. ...

The punishment from a reader… yes forward the reports to me and since you have been waiting on me to write you and had not taken it upon yourself i subject you to 3 hours on the pentance stand with the vibrator in direct contact with your clit on its highest setting and expect to hear the graphic reports of this event. You are also instructed to hold out from cumming. This may seem impossible but I expect you hold out. ...

Hi there. My name is Kelly, and I would like to share with you a self-bondage session I went through last year. I have practiced self bondage for quite a few years now, and have found it enjoyable and extremely exciting. I really enjoy being bound and helpless, but my job stops me from sharing this secret with anyone. I am a senior executive and I can’t risk compromising my business stature. Could you imagine if my secret ever got out? I would lose all credibility, and probably my job too. ...

“Charles William Smith” the stern looking magistrate said after a whispered discussion with the other two and the Recorder, “we have decided, that although what you have done is a serious offence, we have looked at the reports and have decided that you need another chance. We believe that you could become a fine upstanding citizen. However, taking that into consideration, this incident deserves some form of punishment. To save you having a criminal record, we are binding you over to keep the peace for one month. In that time you will find a job and have your employer report on your conduct at the end of that time. Should you fail to find and keep a job, we will have no other option than to refer you for sentencing again. Do you understand?”. Charlie said he did and the magistrate said “Therefore, you are free to go. You must return in one month and report to this court. Off you go” Charlie was pleased. He thought he was going to be given a custodial sentence or at least community service. But as it was his 19th birthday, it was a nice present for him. ...

“Hi Cindy, its Julie…” “Yes, I’m fine thanks. Well actually, can I ask you a favour?…” “Yes. Well I’m in New York…” “I know. The weather is foul. That’s what I’m phoning you about…” “Look Cindy…” “Yes, that’s the problem. The flight I was booked on was cancelled due to a “Mechanical” and before I could get on another flight this storm came in and now the airport is closed and I’m going to have to stay the night…” ...

Author’s note: This story is fiction; the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. I glanced to the left of my computer screen checking the monitor for the dungeon camera. The hi-tech equipment picked up the slow, if somewhat strained, rise and fall of her chest against the tight leather of the straight jacket. Her legs were encased in a double leg boot; a skintight kid leather helmet covered her head and the extremely large gag that had taken a fair amount of work to install. A butt plug and dildo were held firmly inside her by a crotch strap attached to the jacket. Wide, heavy leather straps held her down starting at the forehead then every 12” or so down to the last one that crossed the toe of the boot forcing her feet into an even more incredible arch. ...

Friday Nick was told to pack his bag. It should contain all he needed for the weekend, which consisted of his black Timberland boots, a recently bought pair of black walking socks, an even more recently bought black pouch, half a dozen apples, ten carrots, two bags of mixed nuts, Quaker oats and a packet of polos. Maggie meanwhile busied herself packing her own bag. They drove down to ‘the other’ pony farm. When they arrived at the farmhouse Nick got out and opened the door for Maggie. As he was taking both of their bags out of the boot they were met by two men. The first one introduced himself as Sir Peter and was the owner of the ‘the other’ pony farm. The second man introduced himself as Paul and he was to be Nick’s groom. Lady Magrit handed Paul a sealed envelope with the name Squeeze written on the front. Nick was told to follow Paul and not to worry about the car as this would be parked for him. ...

Friday Nick was told to pack his bag. It should contain all he needed for the weekend, which consisted of his black Timberland boots, a recently bought pair of black walking socks, an even more recently bought black pouch, half a dozen apples, ten carrots, two bags of mixed nuts, Quaker oats and a packet of polos. Maggie meanwhile busied herself packing her own bag. They drove down to ‘the other’ pony farm. When they arrived at the farmhouse Nick got out and opened the door for Maggie. As he was taking both of their bags out of the boot they were met by two men. The first one introduced himself as Sir Peter and was the owner of the ‘the other’ pony farm. The second man introduced himself as Paul and he was to be Nick’s groom. Lady Magrit handed Paul a sealed envelope with the name Squeeze written on the front. Nick was told to follow Paul and not to worry about the car as this would be parked for him. ...

Turning around while glancing at herself in the three-way dressing mirror, Martha asked, “Do these jeans make me look big?” Leaning against a nearby display, Anna Konning retorted, “Is this a trick question.” Damn it, I should have known she’d say that. Though they were good friends ‘well, very good friends’ Martha Sever hated it when Anna joked about her weight. “I guess I should have asked if they made me look bigger.” Anna shook her head. “Forget I said anything.” She cast an appreciative eye towards the girl’s bottom. “You look good.” “Bullshit.” “Well, as good as you can, Martha.” She grunted. “You can’t help that you’ve got a large backside.” Martha turned away from the damning mirror. “No, I guess I can’t.” She walked back into the dressing room and began stripping off the jeans. Once down to her panties she gave herself a quick appraisal. Anna was correct when she said Martha had a large bottom. For Martha was a large girl. She’d always been a little heavy when she’d been in high school and college, but in the last five years it’d seemed as if she’d been unable to do anything but pack on a few pounds here and there, and now . . . now she was pushing 285. While she thought she still looked good, she knew if she kept gaining weight it was only a matter of time before she found herself without . . . without . . .. Without Anna and Greg? Martha had met Anna a few years ago through friends. Back then Martha was a ’thin’ 215, but Anna . . . well Anna hadn’t changed a bit. Anna had one of those rotund forms that provided her with a pronounced set of curves; the sort of curves that some woman (Martha among them) longed for. Anna was by no means fat; she claimed that her true weight was 135. But she had generous hips and a full, heart-shaped ass, and her breasts . . . large and full and not artificial. Martha knew that for a fact. They’d hit it off rather well. Martha commented on Anna’s simple white cotton mini dress and black boots, and Anna thanked her and began engaging in small talk. They’d continued talking for about an hour when, all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, Anna asked, “Do you like sucking cock?” For a moment Martha didn’t know what to say. Finally she sputtered out, “I, ah, guess so.” “You guess so?” “Well!” Martha was more than a little confused. “Why are you asking?” “You ever let a guy cum on your tits?” Martha wanted to walk away, but strangely, she couldn’t. “Ye-yes.” Anna smiled. It was warm and friendly, but somehow predatory all the same. “I wanna watch you get mouth fucked by my boyfriend!” She leaned in close and whispered in Martha’s ear, “And then I wanna lick your tits clean after he cums on them.” An hour later a naked Martha was kneeling naked on Anna’s bed, as Anna’s boyfriend Greg face fucked her while Anna fingered her pussy and clit. Martha was lightheaded from the sex, and her orgasm were coming one right after the other in a wave so robust that she thought she might pass out. It was only after Greg shot his semen all over her breasts and Anna did indeed began licking up every drop that Martha allowed herself to collapse in a heap on the bed. And thus began her sexual adventures with Anna and Greg. None of them considered it “swinging”, though some might call it that. And their get-togethers weren’t always three-somes. Sometimes it was Martha with Greg, other times it was Martha and Anna. Sometimes it was all three. Twice the three of them hired a hooker and had a four-way party. And there was the time when Martha showed up at Anna’s, and Anna was going at it with a girlfriend and invited Martha to join in the fun. (It was later, after everything was cleaned up and put away, that Anna admitted she’d probably be a lesbian if it weren’t for the fact that she so enjoyed having guys cum inside her.) The fun had been ongoing for almost four years now, and nothing had changed; well, nothing except Martha’s weight. She’d slowly begun growing heavier, and though it might be her imagination, she thought her continued weight gain might be affecting Anna and Greg’s feelings towards her. The last few months it seemed as if Anna’s affections were waning (hence the quips about her girth), and whenever Greg and she got together, all he seemed interested in were blow jobs. Their attitudes were depressing her, and her depression was sort of making her want to find solace in food, which was making her heavier . . . she didn’t want to feel as she was feeling, but the last few years had been such fun, and if she was loosing that. She sighed as she picked up the jeans from the floor after dresses. What’s the point of getting these? she thought. Am I going to fit in them in a few months? Is anyone going to be interested in seeing me in them? Martha walked past Anna. “Something the matter?” asked Anna. “Yeah,” replied Martha. “I got a big problem!” It was over lunch at Anna’s place a couple of days later that Martha explained what was bothering her. “So you’re worried,” asked Anna, “that we’re gonna dump you because you’re . . . getting . . ..” Martha finished the question. “Fat.” “You said that, not me.” “You’re thinking it.” Anna took a moment to consider her reply. “I will admit you’ve been getting a tad more chunky than usual the last couple of years,” she finally said. “It’s not my fault,” said Martha. “It’s just… " “You can’t find a diet that works, right?” She nodded. “Just never had any luck, is all.” “I can understand that,” said Anna. She looked down into the glass of Coke she held. Martha snorted. “I can’t see how you could.” Now it was Anna’s turn to snort. “Please, girl. You think I always had this body?” Mystified with where Anna was going with this, she asked, “What do you mean? You didn’t always look this way?” “Hardly.” She leaned back in her chair. “When I was starting my junior year in high school, I weighted almost 240 pounds.” “Get out of here!” laughed Martha. “That’s impossible.” “I could show you pictures!” “You’re not kidding, are you?” Anna shook her head. “Nope. When I was young I was always heavy. Don’t know what it was: genes, diet . . . fuck if I know. My mother looked like a model and my dad was pretty athletic looking. Me? I was dumpy. The proverbial fat girl who everyone made fun of.” Anna gazed wistfully into the distance for a few moments before telling Martha, “I fucking hated my life.” Martha could sympathize, as she’d experience much the same when she’d been in school. “So what happen?” Anna was hesitating, but given that she’d mentioned her problem, Martha felt she had no choice but to explain her solution. “You have to promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone about this. Okay?” “Sure, sure,” replied Martha. “I mean, I won’t say a word.” “Okay.” Anna tented her hand and tapped her fingers for a few moments before saying, “I apprenticed with a witch the summer before my junior year.” Martha’s response was succinct. “Get the fuck outta here!” “Straight up, it’s true!” Anna raised her right hand as if to take an oath. “I’m swear, if I’m lying to you, I’ll slit my throat.” “You’re telling me you’re a witch,” said Martha. “And you lost weight through witchcraft?” “Among other things,” replied Anna. “It wasn’t just weight loss; I had to reshape my body.” “Stop, stop!” Anna cleared her throat. “You think I’m bullshitting you?” “How could you do something like that.” “Without anyone noticing?” Martha nodded. “I cast my spell in such a way that I melted away 10 pounds every month.” Anna shrugged. “People thought I was working out.” She got up from her chair and went to the sink. “By the time I was a senior I was down to 130 pounds,” she said, rinsing out her glass. Anna put it aside to dry and turned to Martha. “I made myself over into a younger version of what you see now. Went from Ugly Duckling to The Girl Most Likely to be Masturbated Over.” Grinning broadly, she finished by saying, “It was the best thing that ever happened to me.” “Learning witchcraft?” “Learning the Craft,” Anna said. “We don’t like to call it ‘witchcraft’.” “We? As in… " “Other witches.” Oh, yeah, this is just what I needed, thought Martha. My fuck buddy telling me she lost weight on the Witch Watchers Diet. Sighing loudly, Martha leaned against her right hand. “You gotta know this doesn’t sound . . . right,” she said. Rubbing her temple with her fingers, Martha said, “I mean, you tell me you’re a witch and that you changed yourself.” “Like this?” “What are you…” Martha looked up . . . and there was Anna, only it wasn’t really Anna, but it was as she was . . . Martha couldn’t remember the girl’s name, but she was one of those black hip-hop singers, real young and beautiful, and she was standing where Anna had been leaning against the sink. And as she watched the girl began to shrink down, becoming smaller, her skin color becoming lighter, the hair turning blond, and suddenly Anna was a perfect duplicate of a famous child actress, only the eyes there weren’t the eyes of a child, but more the eyes of an adult . . . ...

(story continues from Pills & Valves 4) Pills and Valves 5 “Charlotte, I’ll give a short rest from all this, time enough for you to think about what is going to happen to you tonight, and time enough for you to get excited again. I hope Jim returns to normal soon, ‘cause that’s how long you have to rest. In the meantime enjoy this.” I said as I applied a little more “Liquid V” to her already swollen and probably now very sensitive clit. “In the meantime I’ll make us some food.” I waited for Jim to start his transformation back into himself, which I hoped would be really soon so I could take a hot bath and have some reprieve from his constant attention to every sensitive area on my body. While I waited, I started making dinner, something simple that could sit around and not have to be heated to eat; cold macaroni salad. The entire time of course Jim was petting, poking, and prodding me, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and he refrained from anything more than just calmly stimulating me. I was done with sex and fucking and orgasms… for now, but I enjoyed the light attention, every once in a while I would hug myself (hugging him in the process) and thank him, telling him how much I loved him and he would “hug” me back, inside AND out. I was sitting on the couch with the TV on, casually stroking the penis that was sticking out of my pubic area. I could not feel it of course because it was not really part of me, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Jim could feel it, and that he was enjoying getting some attention back. Soon enough I could feel Jim starting to change. The changes happened faster than I had expected, he started to gain weight very quickly as the invader in my ass shrunk, his arms began re-forming around my neck and back, and the penis in front shrank into nothing. Soon I could feel his ribs forming and his legs growing from stubs. I scooted myself carefully onto the floor, lying down to facilitate his growth. I closed my eyes, and laid still trying to enjoy the odd sensations of Jim re-forming, and my freedom coming to fruition. Within in only a few minutes, Jim was on top of me again, with the bulb on the end of his cock holding himself in me. “Finish yourself off, I know you’ve been dying to do this all day, and I want to feel you come inside me!” I whispered sexily into Jim’s ear. It was an interesting feeling getting screwed by him with a penis that would not come out of me due to the size of the bulb at the end of it. I could feel my body pressing forward when he pressed into me and my body dragged downward when he stroked out. It was as if he was fucking my entire body at once, and we where one person. I was not really in a sex mood, so I could focus completely on the interesting feelings as Jim finished himself off quickly. Still stuck inside of me for a few minutes after, we kissed and I purred in his ears. We didn’t say anything the entire time; we just looked at each other knowingly. After we had a chance to eat, I explained to him what I had planned for the evening and asked him if he would play in my little game, I knew he must be tired. He of course being a guy agreed saying that ‘what red blooded man would not go for such a plan, tired or not’. Charlotte was happy to see me back in the room, I figured she would regain struggling, but it seemed she had worked herself into a sexual appetite again. “It’s feeding time at the zoo dear.” I called downstairs to Jim. He came upstairs to meet us with Charlotte’s locked box. I set the box on Charlotte’s chest and opened it, taking out two pills concealed in my hand but making it look like I had only taken one. With this I locked the box, handed the box to Jim and he took it downstairs. “Well Charlotte, there will be no rest for you tonight.” I told her as I pulled the plug out of her penis gag. Being careful to give her the correct pill, and only that pill, I slipped it down inside her gag then leaned over to “kiss” her on the gag. I knew that the pill was probably stuck to the sides of the channel in the gag leading into her throat so I took the back of a writing pen and stuffed the pill down into her waiting gullet. Plugging her gag back up I rubbed her throat, pretending to coax the pill down. “Well this should be interesting. I’ll come back to check on you, and when you are ready I’ll release you from your bonds. After that I’m to feed you then I’m going to bed, you’ll have to work out what to do on your own in the spare bedroom.” As I said this Charlotte got a puzzled look on her face as she probably tried to guess what pill I had given her. I came back to the room with Jim about 15 minutes later to find Charlotte still tied to the bed, but she looked slightly different. She was now a platinum blond and a look of terrible lust in her eyes at the sight of us. I could tell that the pill had worked; she was now an insatiable moron bimbo blond. I walked over to the bed and started taking off the penis gag which I noticed she was sucking on greedily. If she had not been tied down I might not have been able to get the gag away from her. “Awwww, I want my toy back, meany…” Charlotte grumped. “You will do what I tell you, and then maybe you’ll get a toy. Behave yourself and you’ll get more than you could hope for as a toy.” “Better than that cock in my mouth?” Charlotte asked. “WAYYYY better.” I promised. Jim and I untied Charlotte, the entire time she was trying, uncontrollably to grab at Jim and my bodies. It was as if she was transfixed. We told Charlotte to go sit on the couch downstairs and not move from it till we told her different. Jim and I got dressed in the most concealing, unisexual clothes we could find in our drawers in the hopes of distracting Charlotte less. I handed Jim the second pill I had taken out of the locked box and he took it. We nodded to each other and went downstairs to feed the bimbo. We found Charlotte downstairs rubbing the TV remote control up and down her slit and we caught her just in time to stop her from using it as a dildo. With our bodies not distracting Charlotte the blond bimbo as much, we convinced her to eat some of the cold macaroni salad I had made before taking her upstairs to the guest bedroom. “Charlotte I’m going to lock you in this room tonight, you are not to try to leave it. Do you understand?” “But, but, but I wanna play with you guys tonight.” She stammered in response. “Don’t worry you’ll have plenty to play with, you’ve been a good girl, so you are going to get that toy I promised you tonight.” “Oh goody a toy! What is it?!?” I looked over at Jim and saw that his skin was already showing the effects of the pill. Jim was getting darker and darker by the moment, and he also seemed to be getting shinier. The smell of latex began wafting through the room. As Jim transformed he grew at least one and a half feet, and his body changed to that more like an American football linebacker. I could see his clothes straining under the growth even though we where both wearing baggy cloths. “Golem take off your clothes.” Jim, Golem, did as he was told and as he pulled off his pants a huge cock dropped out, hanging down half way to his knees, Soft! The cock had ripples and bumps all over it from what looked like black latex blood vessels throbbing below the surface but as his skin grew darker; you could not see the contents of the underlying veins for long. “Oh goody, is that for me?” Charlotte asked. “Have fun, tell him to do anything and he will do it, but remember neither of you are to leave this room tonight.” “Golem, get hard for me.” She squealed excitedly, totally ignoring my presence in the room now. “Have fun honey, hope she’s not to much for you!” I said as I walked out of the room, locking the door from the outside, and even sliding the heavy marble table in the hallway in front of the door. “Golem, grow dicks instead of hands!” I heard Charlotte command as I took the last step into my room and closed the door. I wondered if it had worked. I tried to image what was going on in there, but I was so tired. I set laid down in bed and set my alarm for 8 hours from now and I was asleep before the real fun started in the other room. A couple times during the night I was awoken by Charlotte’s orgasmic screams, but mostly I was so tired I didn’t mind and fell back to sleep instantly. When my alarm woke me the next morning, I freshened up while listening to the bangs and screams coming from the other room. I was still too tired to wonder what had happened all night, but I had more plans for the day and they would have to be done in the right order and timing. When I figured Charlotte had about 30 more minutes as an insatiable moron bimbo blond I moved the table out of the way, unlocked the door and entered to find the room in a mess, holes in the wall, and the stark amount of furniture that was in the room now piles of splinters. More amazingly though was that Jim was now, assumably by her commands, in the form of a large blob of penises. There was no discerning feature left on him except penises. Charlotte on the other hand was lying on the blob; face down on top of the blob being literally poked by penises everywhere, whether there was an orifice or not. “Golem, I command you to listen only to my commands from now on. Golem reform into a humanoid form.” Charlotte held on for dear life as the mass of penises shrank back into a more human form. She held on dearly even as the last penis popped itself unwillingly from her mouth and flattened into a forehead. “Golem stand up.” As the Golem stood up, Charlotte held on strong, she was not going to give up the one cock she had left in her, which was the original huge one, still buried in her pussy as the golem stood. To my shock and amazement the cock was about 6 inches wide and 15 inches long, way larger than any normal woman could take but Charlotte had at least 6 inches of it inside her and she was trying to force more. “Golem, hold onto that woman and follow me.” Charlotte looked like a toy doll in comparison to the Golem, she was only about half its height, and her skin looked ghost white against the black latex. Golem hugged Charlotte as she used her legs to fuck her entire body up and down his shaft. I went into the master bedroom and moved to the bed. “Golem, lay her down on the bed and hold here there spread eagle.” “Golem, don’t listen to that mean lady, fuck me instead.” Charlotte protested, but it had no effect on Golem as he held her as instructed. I noticed that she was getting calmer, and that her hair was getting darker so I hurried to get her bonds tied, spread eagle to the bed just like yesterday. I told Golem to get off of her. As he slid out of her, I swear the neighbors could have heard the POP sound when they separated. I flicked her clit with my right hand and dangled the penis gag in front of her mouth. I teased her and watched her stretch her body trying to get at the gag until her insatiable desire to have something in her mouth started to wane along with the pills other effects. As she rested her head back on the pillow, I pressed the penis gag into her mouth and she took it in greedily. I locked it behind her head and waited for all the effects to wear off. I took a moment to touch and admire the unrealistically large dick on the Golem before telling it to ‘go lay down in the middle of the floor in the guest room and don’t move’. Knowing that everyone would be changing back to normal soon (for now), I went to have breakfast by myself. Today would be light and easy but I was not fully sure what I wanted to do. I did know though that no one would get a rest today. Thinking to myself I savored my breakfast and tried to decide on today’s adventure. I knew I would be giving Charlotte the hypnosis pill, and I knew that I was going to leave some very devious, yet very secret post-hypnotic suggestions. I figured I would probably use a sex change pill on myself right after lunch, but what about my husband. I thought about how fun it would be for both my husband and I to double penetrate Charlotte, but maybe Jim could use a sex change pill later on, I bet that would be fun too. Oh, what possibilities. ...

Ilsa had gotten into one of those cleaning moods again. She’d finished working on the Greenstreet contract provisions and amendments early, emailed them back to the office, collected a congratulatory note from her manager (who had been sitting in the electronic mailbox again…), and knocked off early. Since she had a nice little bonus coming from the company, and a few hours until Rick got home, she decided to ready the apartment for a little celebration. Most of the apartment was already nice and clean, really; while Rick was no neat freak, he did help around the house fairly often for a guy. In fact, Ilsa reflected, Rick had always been a stand-up guy, and not just in bed! So mostly her cleaning the already-clean apartment just represented her way of getting into a “domestic” mood, she supposed. Anyway, it took much less time than she expected. She still had plenty of time to order dinner from the gourmet deli. Ilse had many talents, none of which included cooking. Corporate law, computers, antique appreciation, pottery, taking care of fish, but not cooking. Let Laszlo’s provide the filet mignon with mushroom sauce, potatoes with chives, and buttered green beans almondine; she would supply the candlelight, the romance, and dessert… ...

Part 1 The last few months had been nothing but work work work and it was exciting to have some rest and relaxation to look forward to again. It was Christmas Eve and two… Good friends were coming over to visit from out of state to stay the long holiday weekend with me. I’d promised them both a look at my rather extensive collection of bondage toys, the idea of which was almost as exciting for me as it was for my guests, as it had been quite some time since I’d really had a chance to play with even the simplest toys. ...

Part 5 It was hard to do much more than just hang there. After a while the boredom got to me and even I dozed off for what I imagined was a short time. When I woke it was because something had changed, I felt odd for a moment and squirmed before I realized what it was that seemed different. My eyes glanced down, following to where each of the two boys had been resting, neither was there, in fact, neither was even in sight. I was panting, which, generally speaking, is not the way I find myself waking. I shifted and rocked myself, though not much really in any direction, as I found that my options were quite limited by the hold that someone who was behind me and out of my range of vision had on the stretcher that was still attached to my balls. I held still and listened, then decided that it was Eric by the timber of his quiet noises of satisfaction that he was making. His hold was tight and I realized that any attempt at serious movement and I would be feeling major discomfort. At least that occurred to me before I had to learn it the hard way. The source of my body’s heightened sense of alertness and the panting I woke up to became more familiar as my head cleared and I started to think straight again. I started mnfing and groaning in to the gag that still held my mouth wide around it, muffling every noise and rendering me unable to speak clearly. I had noticed and was still somewhat assimilating that the hoist had lowered me; I was much closer to the bed, though far from actually resting on it, set at an easy height so that Eric could practice his oral skills. From what I could gather, he was lying on his back and had lowered me to where he could easily grab my legs and rock me to move my cock in and out of his mouth, sort of an oral fascination without the work. I grunted and groaned the feeling that woke me rising again and it all became clear. I had woken up right on the edge of orgasm Eric had been skillfully bringing me close and then backing me off carefully so I didn’t quite reach climax. I whimpered and tried to buck in my bonds a bit, a sure sign that this time I was truly awake. This drew, of course, a sharp tug from the stretcher that calmed my movements right back down. In he back of my mind I was wondering exactly how many times he had done this without waking me, but the rest of my brain was screaming for release, as was I, muffled behind the gag. He pulled back, actually, I realized, I did, the hoist lifting me up and away from Eric’s mouth rapidly. Once I was high enough, I could see him lying there on his back, the bright yellow remote for the hoist in his hand. He smiled and gave me a little wave with his other hand, to which I grunted and squirmed, a drip of precum stretching out towards the bed from the tip of my glans. He seemed to listen at my muffled protests and shook his head, “No, if Andy finds out you’ve cum, he won’t let you do it again for days as punishment.” His look turned worrisomely mischievous and fast as I went up, the hoist lowered me back down, settling me in the same position as before, rocking at the gentle tugs of Eric’s arms and being pushed further and further toward the edge of orgasm. My eyes widened and I started to struggle firmly when I realized exactly what was on Eric’s mind now. He was going to make me cum and then who knows what kind of trouble Andy would cook up for me! Resisting from this strenuous a position is no easy task, that’s for certain. All my fighting did was rock me a little faster than Eric had intended, this didn’t do anything to slow me down and it hardly seemed two more seconds before my will to hold back any longer was broken, though I know it must have been longer; Eric was very skilled with his mouth and took great pleasure from drawing things out for as long as it suited his fancy. It was as if every slip of his soft, wet lips sliding along my erection was being etched in to my mind. The seconds stretched out and felt as if each one was an hour of ecstatic torture. Ever swipe of his saliva and precum coated tongue sent shivers up my spine and thrills through my legs, which twitched instinctively in response. Were I only free I’m certain I would have been holding that blond haired boy down and fucking his face like there was no tomorrow, though I could hardly do more now than make myself rock slightly. Just as I was on the very tip of my orgasm, on the very edge, past the point of no return, Eric pushed the button and the hoist lifted slightly, just enough that instead of his warm mouth massaging me and drawing out my orgasm, my cock, jerking with spurt after spurt was landing practically every drop across the blond boy’s face. Of course this accuracy and the follow-up stimulation were no product of chance, all the while I was hanging above him Eric had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing, stroking and making sure my aim was spot on. I groaned and moaned, twitching in the strong bonds while Eric let out a little half-submissive, half satisfied little whimpery sound. When I finished he lifted me back up as far as the hoist would take me and then left for the bathroom to get cleaned up. Eventually he returned with a damp cloth and cleaned me off as well, doing his best to eliminate any evidence of what happened. He lowered me again, this time right over him lying on his back. His arms and legs moved apart, and then hooked over mine to hug me close in the most awkwardly supportive aftercare hug I had ever experienced. After a while of this snuggling, he slipped out from under me and lowered me to the bed, undoing the harness and cuffs and laying my exhausted form out for more gentle massage. Nearly asleep and in a somewhat trancelike state I recalled him whispering in to my ear that if I was a good boy he wouldn’t tell Andy what I’d done. I could only sort of nod in agreement before I passed out from the sheer exhaustion of the day’s events. ...

(story continues from Number 11 - Part 4 Dollification) Part 5 – Twins. The past couple of days had seen me fulfil my wildest dreams and fantasies, here I was now just a doll in my Masters collection, used and played with, cared for and cleaned, stored and dressed without thought for my preferences and desires. After the previous 24 hours where I could not move due to the medication my Master had injected me with, I now had the use of my limbs and was being exercised by Maria in the basement. I had spent the best part of the night in her bed, being used by her for her sexual gratification and mine too. ...

My name is Genny and I’ve had a serious desire for a weekend session all alone in the woods in a very wicked self bondage experience. I’ve been thinking of different aspects of this adventure for quite some time. It’s a very intense amount of work I have planned and if something goes wrong, I’d be in a very bad way with no means of escape. I gathered all of my equipment to carry out this session and packed it all into the back of my SUV and headed out to a very secluded and not highly visited area. I wanted to be totally alone and the spot I have chosen is surely going to guarantee this. ...

Acknowledgements: Thanks to LatexDoll & Vickie for the ideas in this story. The words may be mine but the ideas are from their feverish minds! Friday afternoons always seem to drag on for eternity. The weekend is but a few hours away. In a low rise building, in the middle of a newly opened industrial park surrounded by tidy gardens and a lake, Doctor Victoria S. Tation and Professor Late X. D’oll, were hard at work in a Laboratory. “So, Late, what are we going to do tonight?” asked Vickie. ...

As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...

What an awful day it was, weather grim, snacks machine empty and me working on a Friday evening. The building was a morgue, no one around on my floor and no noise what at all. It could be worse, it might be blazing hot sunshine outside and the coffee machine empty, it is empty, the grim sign shining gleefully in my face. At least I’ll get paid, so what, I’m still bored which ever way I look at the situation. A fellow colleague walked into the little room. She was about five foot ten inches tall, with long curly deep copper coloured hair, almost pre-Raphaelite in appearance probably not a perm as she had Celtic colouring with bluegreen eyes behind glasses, long black fitted skirt with a slit up the side, polo necked top, black suede square heeled court shoes with a two inch heel and a bright red short cropped jacket. I bet she feels the same as I do. ...