(Note: I can’t say I was a particular fan of the TV series. I saw maybe ten episodes and wondered what the fuss was about. I don’t think it was shocking or cutting edge (and I really hate that term!) or particularly witty. But it did get me thinking about the four heroines going down a different road. Now this is an episode I would like to have seen!) Chapter 1 - Carrie’s Introduction ...

Chapter 2 - The Club Scene She held her breath, not sure what to expect. A hatcheck girl, dressed all black latex maid’s uniform and a cut little pillbox hat, nodded and smiled as they went downstairs into the cavernous room. It looked like any other club at first, except for what the patrons were wearing. There were tables and chairs, and booths, and a long bar with adjacent stools down one side. The music was not too loud and somewhat strangely was cool modern jazz. The tables had subdued lights and there were a number of raised “stages” located between them around the room. ...

Chapter 3 - Girls Night Out The club was really humming when they arrived, and was perhaps a little more crowded than before. Big found them a booth and they sat, Carrie a little tentatively on her butt plug. After they had ordered drinks and made small talk Big tried to gauge the reactions of the three women new to the club. He had been surprised at Miranda’s decision not to wear a mask first time, but she seemed very calm and at ease as she scanned the dance floor. Samantha also surprised him a little but perhaps the mask would allow her greater anonymity and then she could let loose. Charlotte seemed to be having fun too, and he was sure the white mask attributed to her confidence. ...

Chapter 4 - Charlottes Awakening Miranda and Samantha were quite happy to be together and watch the action. However that was soon to change. Three young men approached their table….were they triplets, or perhaps twins with a lookalike? They spoke quietly and respectfully to the women. Miranda, after just a little thought declined their request. They turned to Samantha, who, behind her grey and white mask smiled her famous smile. ...

Chapter 5 - Samantha’s Discovery As Miranda and Megan continued to get acquainted, back at the club Samantha had recovered from her exertions and had decided to make a reconnoiter of the facilities. Charlotte was across Jack’s lap, still cuffed and gagged, and she seemed to be in a different world as he fondled her breasts and tenderly kissed her masked forehead. Carrie and Big were also engaged in some heavy petting and Samantha gave them a quick wave and moved off. ...

Chapter 6 - Home Coming Now only Charlotte and Jack, and Carrie and Big were left in the booth and it was clear that both of the couples wanted to leave and further explore their relationships, particularly Jack and Charlotte. She was still masked, gagged and cuffed but she nodded vigorously when he whispered in her ear, did she want to go, to his place? Jack advised Carrie and Big, and Carrie rose and hugged Charlotte. She held her rubber covered head in her hands and said. ...

“James Holcomb?” “Er, yes.” Great opening, I know. A great effort, though, considering the visual distraction. Standing in my doorway was a prime example of why Asian women are considered among the most beautiful in the world. Slightly shorter than my own five foot ten, slim, with a body only hinted at by her rather severe business jacket and skirt. The only sour note was the federal badge she held in her hand. ...

“Will you marry me?” “Perhaps. But you haven’t met my mother yet, and I want to see what she says before I decide,” replied Destiny. “You need your mother’s approval?” asked Daniel in surprise. “No I don’t need it, but I want it,”. “When can we see her?” “All in good time.” She kissed him then continued, “We aren’t in any hurry are we?” “No, I suppose not, but I love you and want to marry you.” “Well I love you too, and I’ll consider your proposal to be an open invitation. By the way do you want to go trick or treating on Halloween?” “Aren’t we a bit too old?” “Perhaps, but if we dress up we can pretend we’re teenagers again.” “Well, I’d rather spend the evening making love to you.” “I’ve been thinking.” “Yes?” said Daniel suspiciously. “You know how you love to be bandaged up as a mummy? I could dress you as a walking mummy and lead you around.” “That doesn’t sound right. One of the things I like about being a mummy is the feeling of utter helplessness.” “Oh I could make you completely helpless, believe me. Do you want to try it?” “Well…” “I think it would be sexy, being a helpless mummy in public.” “OK, I’ll try it.” “Good. I’m sure you’ll find it exciting. But you have to do everything I tell you. Promise?” “I promise.” “Good. No backing out now. I won’t marry a man who breaks his promises. Now put those handcuffs on and make love to me, I feel very sexy.” ...

My first time, truth or fiction??? I had been living with my boyfriend for about 6 months and we were now very comfortable with each other. We are both into the bsdm lifestyle so it was not uncommon for us to tie each other up. One night, Mike came up to me and asked if he could be tied up and then hidden someplace where there was a risk that he might be discovered. He said, “It would be a rush to be hidden without people knowing that I was there, yet still have the risk of being caught.” I thought about it for a second and then said, “OK, what do you have in mind?” Besides, this has the potential to be a real fun time for both of us. Mike said, “You know that it is girls night out tomorrow?” I said, “Yesssss and?” “Welllll, what do you think would happen if one of them accidentally found me?” he asked all shy like. “I think that they would turn red at first and then laugh their asses off once they got over the initial shock. Most of my friends enjoy the bondage thing, so I would consider them more enlightened than some other people might.” I replied. Besides I thought, depending on how he wants to get tied up, and it was usually naked, this could turn out to be a lot of fun for all of us. “Ok” he said, “I think that I can handle if some of your friends think that I am a little weird.” “They already know that!” I laughed. “So where do you want to hide in this spacious condo?” I asked. “Well I thought that I might hide in the garbage since we don’t have any other suitably large enough hiding spots.” I laughed as I looked over at the small white kitchen garbage can we had and said, “Sorry honey, but I don’t think that your going to fit in there” “Actually, I have thought about that.” he said as he walked over to the kitchen sink. He bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box of garbage bags. I laughed, “You’ve been thinking about this for awhile haven’t you?” I quipped. “Uh-huh” he said with that smile he has. “Ok, have you thought about the fact that people suffocate in plastic bags?” I asked with some concern in my voice. He replied, “I have thought about that, so you might have your work cut out for you, but I don’t think so. If for some reason you have to tie the garbage bag closed, take both ends of the garbage bag and tie them in a granny knot. Just leave a hole in the middle like this.” he demonstrated. “I will be able to get enough air through that hole.” “How do you know?” I asked with a smile on my face. “I tried it out to make sure that it would be safe for me before I asked you.” he replied. “What if they throw dirty, stinky garbage on you?” I ask. “Part of the price to pay for the thrill of hiding.” he said. I reached over and grabbed his crouch. “And so what part of this idea got you all excited? The garbage being dumped on you or the hiding?” I asked. “A bit of both.” he replied, “Cause if they are throwing garbage on me, then that means that I am successfully hiding and they don’t even know it.” “Sex?” I asked thinking that since he has such a nice hard-on and he wants something from me, so I get to have whatever kind of sex I want tonight. The next morning he woke me up with a smile on his face and said, “Remember, I get to hide tonight!” with excitement in his face and voice. “Yea, yea” I replied still trying to wake up after a good nights sleep. “Just make sure your home before I start cooking supper, cause once I have started getting supper and the condo ready for the girls I don’t want to stop and hide you.” I stated with a stern voice. “No problem, I’ll be there with bells on,” he cheerfully replied. “No bells, they make too much noise.” I said as I laughed. I had just gotten home from work and walked into the condo to see Mike sitting there on the couch with a smile on his face. He quipped, “Look no bells on!” “Oh yea, I had forgotten about that part.” I said, “You get ready and get your stuff while I go get out of my work clothes.” He quickly walked over to all the windows and closed the drapes on all of them. Next he ran into the bedroom with me, stripped down naked almost as fast as he does when I offer sex. Then he ran out into the kitchen and opened the box of garbage bags and took one out. Next I heard the closet door open and the sound of another bag hitting the floor. I came out of the bedroom to see Mike standing there, buck naked, with a huge smile on his face next to a garbage bag full of something and holding a new garbage bag in his hand. Next he began to unfold the garbage bag, which took a lot longer than I thought because this garbage bag was huge. He saw the surprise in my face at the size of the garbage bag and stated, “These are the garbage bags they use for construction. They are thick and big to hold lots of heavy garbage.” “I don’t doubt that.” I replied, “So how do you want to do this?” I asked. He got down on the floor sitting with his knees held tight against his chest. “First, wrap me up with a layer of saran wrap,” he stated, “Then take the duct tape and wrap it around me to hold me in this fetal position.” he said. After I had done that he rolled onto his back and said, “Now take the garbage bag and slide it underneath me and then lift it up so that I am lying on the bottom of the bag with my back on the floor.” Again with some difficulty I performed the task he asked of me. “Now what?” I asked. “Well you can open that other bag of garbage and dump in on me so that if your friends look in the garbage bag all they see is garbage and not me.” he said. “Do you know that you are going to be in there a long, long time? Cause us girls have a supper and a chick flick and then whatever else comes up, going on tonight. You might be in there till tomorrow.” I stated. “What if there is so much garbage that I need to start another bag? Don’t you think that they might get suspicious if I don’t throw out the full bag?” I asked. “Well, I knew that I was going to be in here for a long time which is why I wanted to lay on my back. I have already gone to the bathroom so I can make it till tomorrow morning. And if you have to throw me out in the garbage dumpster, the garbage truck does not come till Wed. so you can come let me out tomorrow morning.” he replied. “Just remember to leave that hole so I can breath.” “Anything else?” I asked. “Nope, I think that I’m good to go.” he stated. “Ok, but first I have one more thing to add.” I said. I walked away to the bedroom leaving him there in the garbage bag all tied up. I came back with a ball gag and smiled at him down at the bottom of the garbage bag. He was a little crunched up with his head on his chest but surprisingly he actually fit in this huge bag. I rustled the bag down past his head and said, “Open wide! I don’t want any unnecessary noise coming from the garbage tonight.” ...

The Problem I don’t know how I got into this “trashcan” fetish; after all I hate the smell. I never thought of trash as anything sensual, as a matter of fact it isn’t too sensual in the least bit; it simply sits there. It doesn’t care, it festers. Trash is the total lack of emotional embrace. Trash cares not who you are - it remains unaffected by your status as a human being. In the end you are just as significant as the next piece of garbage; you bring no higher value into the trash than any other object does. ...

Hi, my name is Don. I’ve been into bondage (pun intended) since I was thirteen and at a boy’s two week summer camp, but that’s another story. I live with my wife Jane and eighteen year old daughter, Janie, who is in her second year of college. We have a four bedroom house, one of which has been converted to a den with two couches and a TV. There is a swimming pool in our back yard which is surrounded by a six foot fence on all sides. Nudity is not an issue in our house and you are likely to find any one of us running around in the altogether at any time. Jane is a little more reserved than Janie or me. In fact, on warm summer weekends, I usually shed my clothes on Friday when I get home from work and don’t put them back on until Monday morning. Janie almost never wears clothes after her bath in the evening until the next morning. ...

I have just found this site and I want to tell you about my life. It all started 30 years ago when I was 15, I was quite boring, a tom boy, always hanging out with the boys. I was the only girl at school who wore trousers, I never wanted to be a girl, I dressed and acted like a boy. This went on till I left school; I then noticed that to get on in life I needed to change. Firstly I lost a lot of weight and grew my hair. But the biggest change was when one day I put both feet into one leg of my track suit trousers, it felt nice, I pulled it up to my knees, it was very tight and I stayed like this all night. ...

Joanne and eleven of her friends were having a “girlie” weekend at Summerbay holiday camp. They arrived early on Friday afternoon and soon got settled in their rooms. Joanne was up for anything. Her friends warned her that one day her fun loving would lead to her getting into big trouble. But this weekend was for fun. She was young and was going to lead life to the full. Her friends would be dragged along whether they liked it or not. They all went to the bar and got very merry. ...

Chapter One – “Rise and Shine, Time to get Ready.” Anette entered her Lady’s bedroom carrying a large tray in her hands. The darkness smelled heavily of leather and sweat, the air sultry with the tawdry aroma. Aside from light spilling through the just opened door the room was black as pitch and the only sounds were muffled moans and the creak of leather restraints. “Time to get up Miss.” She smiled, setting the tray on the nearby vanity table. “Can’t have you loafing about all day. We have calls to make, a fitting and of course the gala is tonight.” Anette crossed the darkened room with the skill of long practice. She knew from habit exactly where everything was. The heavy velvet curtains drew back at the touch of a button, the warm daylight flooding the room. The healthy glow illuminated a scene of debauchery and twisted masochism. Jenka’s form lay stretched on her own bed, arms and legs encased in latex sheaths secured with tight leather cuffs. Gleaming, immaculately polished chrome chains secured the wrist, ankle and knee cuffs to heavy rings embedded in the steel frame of the bed. ...

Terrell stood in front of the magazine rack at the airport scanning the covers and wondering which one to buy for the flight. Two distinct groups of women looked back at him; a set of smiling faces from the women’s magazines, and a set of pouting ones from the men’s. They were all beautiful, their faces uniformly blemish free and perfectly made up. The principal differences between the groups being their hair and clothes. The hair of the first set was generally immaculate, whereas that of the second was tousled. The clothes of the former were considerably less revealing than those of the latter. ...

Part Nine Ann stood on the ferry and took in the stark, grey, panorama from the deck rail, as the ship pulled headed towards the small jetty. A little research, before leaving, had revealed that there were two ferries a day. This, Ann believed, would be to enable the islanders to commute to school, or work. She had chosen the morning service, as this would afford her a look at the island upon arriving. She wished now that she had opted for a lie in bed. ...

The author wishes to thank B3=s Wendy, Latex Elf, Lanky in Latex, and others from Rubber Pal for their generous help with ideas and inspiration. The epidemic was raging, striking one community after another. While it seemed to affect only a minority of the people, those who did catch the disease had more than a 30% mortality rate. Since its first appearance a couple of years earlier, the scientific and medical communities had been struggling to find treatments or vaccines. There had been only limited success until a few months ago when a lab in the UK had discovered how to make a vaccine based on antibodies taken from survivors who had caught the disease and recovered from it. The main problem was that the antibody concentration in blood and other body fluids was too low to produce commercial quantities of vaccine. ...

#11 Andreabound at the Blacksmith’s – Part One Author’s Note: I often imagine myself as a particular character maybe in a stuck in a predicament or other dangerous or non-consensual situation as part of my self-bondage set up; inventing a fantasy when tying myself up greatly enhances the whole experience for me. The actual details of the scenario usually only come to life though as I begin to experience the bondage first hand and immerse myself in the feelings of being helpless in the situation. ...

#12 Andreabound does Hard Labor – Friday Night I recently made contact with a girl who would act as my self-bondage backup. But Sara was so impressed with my homemade jail cell that she talked me into also letting her come over and spend the weekend. We’d discussed various ideas and scenarios the first night we met but I didn’t really know what she had planned; I quite liked it that way. I spent a couple of days bubbling with anticipation, not sure what I’d got myself into and I nearly phoned to cancel a couple of times, scared of the idea of putting myself completely at the mercy of a stranger. ...

I was sure it was going to be a boring two weeks. It was 8:00AM and my wife and her sister had just left for a two week vacation. Our kids were either at college or had their own place so it was the first time ever where there was not going to be anyone around but me for two whole weeks. What the hell am I going to do for two weeks. ...