Gromet, first let me say that I’ve been enjoying your site for many years! I’ve been asked by some friends to submit some of my email reports to you and I’ve finally gotten the courage up to do so. This is an actual account of a real self bondage session that I have done. I have a few other reports already written if you’d like to use them. Please drop me an email and I’ll send them to you. Many thanks, Katherine. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 7: My Inner Whore Discovered) Chapter 8: My Demonic Lover “What do you mean Paul?” I asked, captivated by his statement. He continued to stare at me intently, carefully weighing up his response. “I wanted to keep you on the side lines, keep you out of things – but Steve needed you so badly it just got more and more difficult.” “Sidelines of what, Paul – what are you talking about?” My question had a slight edge, my curiosity sharp as a needle. ...

A bell tinkled as Len walked through the door of the Fetish Emporia. The place smelled fresh and clean and was brightly lit, something new in Len’s experience of out of the way sex shops. “May I help you?” a voice said. Len turned to find a tall, regal woman dressed in a simple black suit. She wasn’t unattractive, a little too skinny for his taste, but not bad. “Er.. yeah,” Len said. He was a bit flustered by the woman. She had the officious air of royalty, of someone not to be messed with. “I heard about this place from a friend of a friend.” ...

“Oh you have to try it,” exclaimed Mary. Janet couldn’t believe the plain, mousy little a Mary would know about such a place. “Really?” Janet said warily. “Bill and I aren’t into porn or anything like that.” “It’s not a porno shop, and it doesn’t sell cheesy costumes either,” Mary said, digging through her purse. “It’ll make your fantasies come true. Literally.” Janet screwed up her face skeptically. “Seriously Janet,” Mary said, handing her a card. “Go there, you won’t regret it.” ...

Sally really didn’t like her roommate, and it wasn’t jealousy. Sure Penny was a tall and statuesque blonde with big boobs, a heart shaped ass, long shapely legs and a face right out of a glamour magazine; and sure she never got a blemish on her skin or gained an ounce of fat. No, Sally wasn’t jealous of her roommate’s effortless good looks; it was her approach to life Sally couldn’t stand. ...

God knows how long it has been. I have lost track of all time. I am completely immobilised and unable to speak. All I can see is the lights of this now closed hospital ward. To save money, the hospital heads decided to close this ward down for about three months. I have to stay here for that time at the mercy of these cruel wicked women. It started six months ago at a party. I got drunk as usual and got louder and louder. Some girls came up and told me I was spoiling the party for them. I told them to shut up as I was enjoying myself. They went on and on. Eventually I shouted at them for being a bunch of whining sluts. ...

3: Enjoying the View David winked at me across the staff room the morning after my lesson with Jane and Sarah. I must have looked a picture, bouncing into the room as if I was full of the joys of spring! He knew… He knew exactly what had gone on the night before, and the grin he shot in my direction told me that he knew exactly what was going to happen next week too! ...

4: Solitaire Ok. I admit it: “Hello, my name’s Laura Johnson and I am addicted to mummification.” I came to my epiphany when it became blatantly clear that my weekly lessons with the MEC just weren’t enough. My last thoughts as I fell asleep were of being wrapped up. Totally innocent words in books and on the TV would put images into my head. It was time to take matters into my own hands, as it were. I spent hours on the Internet searching for how I could satiate my needs. I built up quite a shopping list, and made arrangements so that there was no way in the world that I could be disturbed – until I wanted to be! I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wrap myself fully, that would take some practice! ...

The Wishing Stone Part 1: Obsession I will never forget the moment the world as I knew it, ended. Of course, I had everything to do with it. It all started several years ago…I was a college student working on my capstone…my final project that would make or break me…earn or deny me of my degree. My major involves art…and so in many ways I had to come up with some great artistic design project. The problem was, I had no subjects to work with. ...

story continued from part 1 The Wishing Stone Part 2: Paradise Lost In the words of the revered Popeye, “It was all I could stands and I couldn’t stands no more!” I was on the brink of bashing my face in with my easel as my frustration and sexual anguish both agonized and terrorized me. It had been two weeks since Pussy Slave had given me the Wishing Stone, the stone that by rights should’ve been the rightful property of Samantha Parson…the woman seemingly trapped in Pussy Slave’s over-sexed body. ...

story continued from part 2 The Wishing Stone Part 3: Rebirth I missed it. I missed all of it. It started harmlessly enough. Samantha and I have been very happy in Marriage for the past 3 years, we still joked about it now and again. She even teased me a little for still letting that ‘little stone’ bother me. She’d even taken to ‘hiding the mirrors’ and using her com pack more often. I didn’t think much of it at the time. ...

This was awhile back with one of my girlfriends… I called up Jen that day to see what she was doing, and it turned out that we both had the day off. Being a rainy day, we were both really bored and after a small chat we decided to have a little adventure… so… Jen said she was going to have a shower, then dress and she would be over shortly after…. so I decided to have a shower as well. She hung up the phone and I immediately ran up to my closet and pulled out a change of “comfortable clothes” and my bag of tricks as well. I went down to the bathroom and took a quick shower and a fresh shave and shampoo. After I got out of the bathroom, I dried off and cleaned up a little; and then I slipped on my black corset and matching thigh-highs and pulled on my favorite strappy high-heels, and put on my “o"ring choker. ...

Chapter 4 It was a quiet Thursday evening. Work had been light that day, so Justine had a chance to go home early. She had a purpose in mind. A package that had come UPS last Saturday weighed heavily on her thoughts, in excited anticipation. Most of her self bondage sessions were on Friday nights, with more time to plan and savor. This, this simply could not wait. It had to be tonight. Her new toy needed a genuine road-test. ...

Chapter 7 Leigh woke with a start. It took a moment to remember that she was tied tight to a steamer trunk, hands shackled behind. Never before had she dozed during a bondage session, but this was beyond any other session. Her body was exhausted. All sense of time’s passage was lost. How long had she been unaware? Her body still glistened with sweat, but now she felt slightly cold in the cellar air. The world was dark and still, but she knew. A phantom presence lingered. There was urgency in her soul. Her thighs ached from pushing against the spreader bar. Her head throbbed from both a headache and from the rope yanking at her neck each time she tried to rise. She had time to think, and that was the worst part. That son-of-a-bitch had a job to do, and would do it only too well. ...

I had been interested in bondage since I was a teenager, I do not know why. At first it was curiosity. Why should anyone want to be tied up? What did it feel like? Why did I get excited at the thought of it? Of course I did not have anyone to ask, neither did I have any one to help me. I began my journey into self bondage. I started simply, using my dressing gown belt to tie my hands and tights to tie my legs. I progressed to buying rope. Then one day I got stuck. I had used slip knots to tighten the loops, pulling against doors or the bed. This time I used it to cinch my wrists. I reckoned that pulling my hands apart would release the knot. Unfortunately there was too much friction in the rope to be loosened. The knife I had kept handy was blunt as anything. It took most of the night to get free, fortunately I had my own bedroom and nobody disturbed me. ...

As Jenny let the hot shower water flow off her lithe body, she reflected how her life had changed over the past seven days. She had answered a personal ad for a job that read " Personal Assistant needed immediately for 12 month period. Applicant must be willing to work closely with the client and put personal life on hold for duration of employment. Please submit a photo with a detailed resume to this address." It was an unusual ad to say the least but Jenny was glad she did . From the moment she met the mysterious Mr. Bill Jones, she was dazzled by his charm, sophistication and seemingly endless wealth. The fact that he had hired her 30 minutes after the initial interview was great as well. ...

Glenda sat in silence in the back of the taxi as it drove towards the destination she had requested. She had been living a relatively hum drum life back in the US working as a bank clerk and living in a small New England town. However, in one day, her whole life changed as she received word that a distant relative, a step uncle named Charles Elkington, who lived in England had recently passed away and had named her as his sole heir. Apparently, her inheritance consisted of a fairly sizable sum of money along with a castle and land that went with it. The only provision of the will was that Glenda had to take up residence in the castle on a full time basis to be allowed access to the rest of her inheritance. Glenda wasted little time in saying good-bye to her friends and family before packing up her things and boarding a plane for England. Once there, she hailed a taxi and set off for Manekinshire Castle, her new home. " I never heard of this Charles Elkington before…apparently, I was the only relative he had to leave his estate to…I wonder what he was like…. " Glenda thought to herself as the taxi passed a throng of people who looked to be coming from a soccer match with their boisterous cheers and colorful attire. The taxi slowed for a bit to avoid the ones who had been drinking too much before it speed up once again. The driver exited the city and into the countryside where it wound down several back roads before turning onto a long driveway that was lined on both sides by huge trees that looked to be several decades old. The cab slowly wound the road allowing Glenda to look at the place that loomed ahead. When she saw the size of the castle, she was so surprised that her mouth literally hung open for several seconds. She was blown by the size of the place, which dwarfed anything she had ever lived in before. Glenda could see what appeared to be tennis courts and stables behind the castle with a three car garage off to the right of the castle’s facade. The taxi pulled up to where the front door of the castle was and several people were standing waiting for her arrival. When Glenda stepped out of the taxi, one of the staff, a well dressed man in his early 40’s, walked over and paid the driver for the fare before stepping around and taking her luggage out for her. " My name is Henry, ma’am…I’m head of staff of Manekinshire Castle and these are the other members of staff who work inside or around the grounds. I’ll introduce you to them and then show you around the estate." he said smoothly while gesturing towards the waiting staff. After Glenda met the staff, she spent the next hour or so being shown the many rooms as well as where the stables were in addition to the courts and garage she had already seen. Feeling fatigued from all the day’s activities, Glenda asked to be shown to her room so she could get some sleep. Once settled in her huge bedroom, Glenda changed into her nightie and settled in for a luxurious sleep on the huge four post bed that seemed to have enough room on it for four of her let along her slender body. The only thing that disturbed her was the uneasy feeling that she was being watched by unseen eyes from the moment she pulled the bedding over her to the next morning when she woke. She dismissed these feelings as first day jitters at being in a new house with unfamiliar surroundings and figured she’d become more relaxed as she got used to her new home. As a cool breeze wafted into her room, Glenda arose from her bed and put on her powder blue bath robe before heading off to take a bath. Henry had told her when she had arrived that there were no shower facilities in the castle but instead a giant black and gold bathtub was in each bathroom of the castle. Slightly amused, Glenda took a quick bath and afterwards had to admit that she had never felt as good after showering/bathing as she did then. After dressing, the auburn haired woman headed down to where the dining room was to eat breakfast before setting out to explore her home and surroundings. To her surprise, she found several staff members waiting for her in the large dining area with broad smiles visible on their faces. Smiling in return, Glenda took her seat and nervously started to eat her breakfast while glancing around at the expensive antiques and furniture that seemingly lined every room of the castle. Once breakfast was gone, Glenda went for a walk around the castle and the surrounding area with Henry along to guide her and answer any questions that she might have. When they walked around the ancient battlements that lined the exterior of the castle, Glenda looked out at the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding countryside with the fog slowly rising off the distant landscape for a short period of time. When she finished her viewing the countryside, she turned to the ever patient Henry with a look of both relaxation and puzzlement evident on her face. " Henry, since you’ve probably been her quite some time, perhaps you could tell me a little about your former employer Mr. Elkington. I never met him or frankly knew he existed until recently so I’m a little curious as to who and what he was. " Glenda asked the servant in a friendly manner. " Well, Ms. Mullins, my late employer was a man who had inherited much of his wealth from his parents and had invested it wisely over the years in a wide variety of properties. He was encouraged to seek a more public lifestyle, especially from the society’s elite with daughters who were eligible for marriage, but he always eschewed that lifestyle. He spent most of his days here in the castle or on the grounds in quiet contemplation of different things though he never explained them in full. About a year or so, he had a guest from central Europe, a scientist involved in genetic engineering, who struck up many late night conversations with Mr. Elkington." " Shortly after the scientist’s visit, Mr. Elkington had a large array of equipment delivered to the castle where it was installed in the castle’s cellar. He had a massive iron door built leading into the room in question with the only key being in his possession at all times. The months before his demise, Mr. Elkington spent many hours in that room stopping only to drink coffee or take a nap inside the room. He never said what his work consisted of other than talking about ’ never being lonely ever again’, which was strange given his past history. " " One day, the owner decided to take his favorite car, a 1962 Bentley, out for a drive in the countryside by himself without the accompaniment of his personal chauffeur. The Bentley plunged off the side of the road into a deep raving where it landed upside down in a river swollen by recent torrential downpours. By the time rescue personnel managed to get to the vehicle, there was no sign of Mr. Elkington anywhere near the wreck. After several days of searching, the police determined that Mr. Elkington had drowned with his body yet to be recovered to this day. When it came time to review the will, there was a special stipulation that the room where Mr. Elkington did his secretive research remain sealed and that there would be no attempts to go into said room including you, Ms. Mullins." the butler said with an even tone. " That’s kind of strange to say the least. This scientist that Uncle Charles was talking to….have you seen or heard from him since the accident ? " Glenda asked looking at Henry with a visible need to try and figure out what exactly went on in that room evident on her face. " No, Ms. Mullins, not a word from the gentleman after Mr. Elkington’s unfortunate demise. He did email Mr. Elkington two days before though the contents of the email are unknown to me. Is there anything else you might be curious about concerning your late uncle, ma’am ? " Henry said in an even tone. " I don’t think so, Henry. Why don’t you show me those old hunting trails that run through the back of the property ? " Glenda said with a smile while gesturing towards the grassy expanse behind the castle where a man could be seen puttering back and forth on a large riding mower. She decided for now to let the matter rest for now though she had some ideas how to try and find out on her own what the mystery her uncle took to the grave with him. 3 days later….. Glenda felt more at comfortable with her new home now then when she first arrived but a lingering sense of loneliness had gripped her. The staff had bent over backwards trying to be friendly but Glenda missed the company of her friends from back in her old home town. As she wandered the long corridors of the castle looking at the many artworks collected by Charles and her other descendants, she felt that feeling returning of someone watching her like in one of those shlocky 60’s horror movies. Looking up at the paintings, she didn’t see any eyes moving around and dismissed the feeling like before. However, the walk did make Glenda decide to act on her loneliness immediately. She called up her old friends back in the US, Holly and Tina, and invite them to come stay with her in England for as long as they felt that summer. When they initially balked, Glenda told them that she would pay for all their expenses and told her two friends there were more than a few eligible wealthy bachelors in England who would be interested in meeting two young beautiful women from the US. After much hemming and hawing, Holly and Tina agreed to fly over and stay with her for at least the rest of the summer. Feeling happier than at any point since she came to England, Glenda had the staff prepare two bedrooms for her friends pending visit while she planned out an itinerary for their arrival. The night before their scheduled arrival, Glenda got up in the middle of the night and ventured silently down to the castle’s cellar to the area where her late relative did his secretive work. To her disappointment, the door was just as Henry had described before with the single lock set into it and no other way to access what was behind it. After about ten to fifteen minutes of looking around for something that might give a clue what laid beyond the barrier, Glenda headed back upstairs hoping to someday solve the mystery that was irritating her….. A week later, Glenda’s mood had noticeably improved as Holly and Tina had arrived from the US and the halls of the ancient castle seemed a lot more livelier with the sounds of the two’ laughter. The three had gone riding on horseback over the vast acreage that made up the back of the castle’s property and they had gone into the local pubs several times to talk with the locals and flirt with some of well off rich heirs at the parties held at neighboring estates. It was when the three were coming home late one night that they thought they saw light emanating from the area of the castle that Glenda couldn’t get into. When the three got out of the limo in front of the castle, they were going to check out the source of the light but it went out just as they were stepping out onto the grounds. Flummoxed and annoyed by the strange goings on in the castle, Glenda stormed inside in a huff leaving her two friends scratching their heads wondering what was going on. Several nights later…… It was around 3 am and the hallways of the castle were quiet as everyone had settled in for the night….everyone except for Holly and Tina, who were restless as they sat in their respective rooms. The two had thoroughly enjoyed the time they had spent with Glenda and the many fascinating men they had met yet felt oddly out of sorts when they were at the castle. Neither of them put much stock into Glenda’s claims of a ghost who watched her moves at various parts in the castle but there were something odd that bothered both of them deeply. Tina threw on a light blue silk robe over her nude body followed by matching slippers and sat down at a writing desk at the far end of her room. She started to write a letter to an old college friend, Jill Masterston, about her exploits in England when she heard a knock on the door. When Tina opened the door, she found Holly standing there wearing a silver and black robe with a half empty glass of wine in her left hand with a weary look on her face. " Hi, Tina. Sorry to wake you but I couldn’t sleep and I was hoping that you’d be able to sit up with me for a while and talk for a bit." Holly said she flicked her blonde hair aside before taking a drink of wine. " Oh, I wasn’t sleeping…just writing a letter to a friend in fact. Hmmm…I just got an idea…it’s a bit risqué though…." Tina said with her face noticeably turning a little redder. She leaned forward and whispered for about ten seconds or so into her friend’s right ear. Holly, turning a little red in the face herself, stayed silent for a few seconds before breaking into a broad grin. " Give me about five minutes and I’ll meet you there ! " she said before dashing to the washroom. 5 minutes later…… It was muggy outside that late summer night with the faint sound of rumbling in the distance indicating a thunder shower might be in the offing. The parapets that lined the outer walls of the castle, normally deserted at this hour of night, were home to the sounds of two giggling and happy women that evening….. " Oh my god, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Tina ! " Holly shouted as she skipped down the brick walkways wearing not a stitch of clothing on her. She was carrying the same glass of wine from before but otherwise just a smile and a nude body for Tina to see. " Oh, pooff..who’s gonna see us out here tonight ? A few owls….maybe some wandering sheep….c’mon, let’s sit back and enjoy the view like no one ever has around this old castle." Tina chirped as she leaned over the parapet to look into the darkness. " All right, all right, hmmmm…..I don’t remember seeing that big suit of armor out here when I was here before. Did you have it moved here, Tina ? " Holly said softly as she walked over to the shiny metallic object in question. " Nope, not me. It must have been Henry or one of the other castle’s staff who did it. They must be polishing up some of the old rust buckets that line the hallways in this place." Tina called out as she ran her hands over the brick escarpment she was sitting on. " Yeah, I guess you’re right. The strange thing is it looks like it was made just recently…there’s not a speck of rust on it anywhere." Holly replied as she let her hands run over the steel gauntlets and smooth breastplate of the armor. She saw what appeared to be a crest of a phoenix bird holding a large piece of crystal painted on the armor in bright colors. " Are you going to stand there all night with that armor or are you coming over here for the view of a lifetime ? " Tina called out somewhat impatiently. Sighing openly, Holly turned her attention from the relic to the brick facade that her friend was sitting astride of. She slowly walked over and laid astride directly opposite her friend. The two sipped on their glasses of wine and gazed out onto the quiet meadow content with the cool air passing over their nude bodies. As the two women enjoyed the view, they were unaware of the luminescent glow that was becoming visible around the shield of the armor that Holly was just looking at. Seconds later, the energy extended outward from the shield in long tendrils that enveloped the women completely in a bright yellow aura. Strangely, neither Holly or Tina seemed to notice the energy around them as they laid serenely atop the parapet with a dreamy expression on their faces. " Oooohh…I could stay here all night and day…." Holly moaned as she slowly rubbed her left hand over her nubile body while slowly letting her nearly empty glass slip out of her right hand. Tina was doing the same with her hands as both glasses fell to the brick floor behind them where they shattered into a million pieces. As the minutes passed, the intensity that the two young women caressed themselves increased exponentially though the range of motions was decreasing at the same time. Through a haze of erotic pleasure tinged with the bliss of the alcohol she had consumed, Holly saw her friend’s body, visible in the bright moon lit night, was turning shiny in the light which seemed somewhat strange to the blonde woman’s befuddled state of mind. " Hmmm…what…huh…." Holly said softly as she found her arms and legs growing increasingly unresponsive to her thoughts. She saw the small birthmark on her chest just above her left breast disappear as did all the freckles and blemishes on the upper part of her body. She tried to sit up and take a closer look at what was going on but found her body unresponsive to her wishes…. " This feels so…so weird….. " Tina thought to herself as she let her mind drift in a sea of erotic bliss. Her arms and legs felt light as a feather….as if they were hollow tubes of latex filled with nothing but air. It was only when she opened her eyes that she discovered her feelings were horrifically coming true. She saw what looked like seams appearing on the sides of her limbs as well as around her waist. Tina tried to yell out to Holly or anyone within earshot but found her ability to speak had completely vanished. She could see her breasts swell like balloons inflating as they took on a shiny appearance like the rest of her with bright pink nipples and aerolas appearing on both. Holly could see the same transformation happening to her body and she was completely helpless to stop it. She felt her mouth form into an ovular shape with the interior devoid of teeth or tongue and instead consisting of a smooth rubber sac ready for probing by anything or anyone. Holly shuddered mentally in pleasure as she felt her pussy change into the same material that the rest of her body was changing to. She could feel her anus move several inches upward from its’ usual position while forming the same ovular opening that her mouth and pussy had formed. " A LOVE DOLL….I’VE BECOME A DAMNED SEX TOY…..NOOOOO!!!!!!….. " Tina mentally screamed as she saw her arms drawing tight to her body forming the traditional posture of a doll’s hollow arms. Her vision became fixed with her eyes becoming painted features much like the rest of her face was. She was confused as to why this had happened……and who was responsible…. " NOT A BLOW-UP FUCKTOY…..A SEX DOLL FOR SOME OWNER TO USE…..WHY?…HOW?…. " Holly shouted to herself over and over as she felt a cool breeze blow across her rubber body and cause her mind ( or whatever was inside her) to become awash in intense erotic feelings that would have caused her to orgasm if she still was capable of doing such a thing. ...

(story continues from Centrefolds) Part Two - The Great Escape The light shone through the bedroom window and onto the king sized bed which dominated the room. Lying on the bed partly covered by bed sheets was an amazingly realistic love doll with blonde hair and breasts that looked just like those you would see on a real woman. Of course, the fact that she was up until a short time ago a living breathing woman by the name of Ilsa was a fact known only to her and the photographer Jacques Leblanc, a collector of women transformed into inflatable love dolls via his specially designed camera. With over 30 such dolls on display in his home, he was quite popular among those who collected such unusual items though none suspected the truth behind the sex toys. ...

Connie was, to say the least, extremely nervous as she waited in her jail cell to be led back to the court room for sentencing. She had been convicting in the cold blood killing of her long time lover Ned Carlton, a wealthy man who owned a string of beaver farms on several continents and sold the beavers for everything from pets to lethal trained protection animals. She thought the idea of beavers being used as guards was ridiculous until she saw them tear apart a couple of maple syrup dealers from Canada trying to kill Ned. After spending some time with Ned and arranging herself to assume power over much of his money, she got greedy and decided the time had come to dispose of him. She contacted a lethal assassin from the south, Jack McDonald, and arranged for him to come for a talk about how dispose of Ned. Known in the underworld as the " Weather Widowmaker " for making his murders look like death by freak nature accidents, he agreed to wait until a nasty storm rolled into the area and make his move then. When a late spring storm of snow and freezing rain rolled through, Jack made his move and drowned Ned in the waters of one of his many beaver ponds. Unfortunately, before he could make his escape, he was captured by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, who had been tracking Jack for some time and surrounded the assassin with their horses before he could flee. Once captured, Jack quickly confessed everything under the RCMP’s polite interrogation including Connie’s role in the murder. She was arrested before she could leave town and, six months later, was on trial for Ned’s murder. Her lawyer tried to make the jury believe she was an innocent dupe of the assassin but the evidence against her was overwhelming. After final statements, the jury deliberated for only twelve minutes before finding her guilty of first degree murder which led to Connie’s current status. " I should have hired one of those high priced Hollywood lawyers to defend me at the trial. He would have gotten me acquitted…instead, I’m now referred to as the ’ Woman behind the Beaver Tycoon murder ‘…. " Connie thought while kicking the concrete floor in anger and disgust. She spent the next few minutes contemplating ways to extricate herself out of the predicament she was in before an impatient rap on the bars by a prison guard interrupted her thinking. " Let’s go, Connie, the judge is scheduled to deliver your sentencing via internet video conference in thirty minutes. Your lawyer is already online and has submitted your video appeal via email attachment which the judge has looked at. " the guard said slightly impatient in her mannerisms. " Yeah, yeah, I hear you…" muttered Connie as she stood up and followed the guard down to the internet ’ Room of Decision ’ ( as the prisoners had dubbed it ). Since the criminal system overhaul in 2010, most sentencing hearings were done via the internet to save cost and free up the court’s time. Connie hoped that her lawyer’s appeal was successful otherwise she’d be facing the death penalty…… Two days later…… Connie sat sullenly in the back of the prison bus as it drove towards the prison she was being transported to where she would reside on death row. The judgment was swift and her lawyer’s appeal had fallen on deaf ears as the judge sentenced her to death by inflation ( Connie wasn’t sure what the heck that meant but it sounded final to say the least ). The convicted murderer sat back in her shackles and stared straight ahead wondering if she could avoid her fate. Suddenly, the bus swerved to the right violently causing Connie to tumble forward in her seat. She looked up to see the guards moving towards the front of the bus as the driver wrestled frantically with the wheel to avoid…something….. " Moose stampede !! " the driver yelled out as he frantically clawed at the wheel to avoid the onrushing beasts. Before Connie had a chance to brace herself, the whole bus shook several times as it collided with the large animals before it went a dramatic skid off the road. A second or so later, the bus turned on its’ side and skidded for an unknown distance before colliding into some nearby trees and coming to rest with a loud crunch. Billows of grey and black smoke erupted from the back of the vehicle as the twisted metal hulk sat in silence while the moose herd passed through. Inside the bus, the occupants had been tossed around like rag dolls by the crash with several suffering fatal injuries. Connie had been lucky as the upending of the bus had not only left her relatively unscathed but free from her shackles as they had popped open when she fell on the floor along with everyone else. " Lucky for me, the prison system bought their handcuffs from a guy who used to do stage magic…" Connie muttered as she crawled over the dead and unconscious people in the bus towards the front. The raven haired woman, clad in an orange prison jumpsuit, made it to the front of the bus just in time to see a one armed man man being pursued through the woods by another man waving a pistol while simultaneously two cars roared down the road. Both drivers were dressed in all in black with one sporting a button displaying the number 6 and the other had a number 1 on his button. " Sheesh….you see all kinds on these back roads…. " Connie thought as she pulled herself free from the wreckage and walked out to the deserted road, where only a fading cloud of smoke was visible from the cars that just passed. Walking a short distance, she came to a crossroads and quickly glanced around to see if there was a house she could hide in or get out of the clothes she was in. To her left, she saw a roadside motel with **Bates Motel ...

(story continues from Living Our Fantasies) Part Two I made it home and found Alison sunbathing on our deck with two of her favorite things - a book and a beer. We talked for a while and I drifted inside to clean up, my body and the bedroom. The aroma of sex was still intense and I opened the windows to get some fresh air. Just the smell made me hard again and I was extremely horny getting into the shower. I couldn’t help but lather up and rub my dick getting hotter and hotter. Just before I was about to explode the water pouring over my body turned ice cold definitely distracting me from my task at hand. Alison looked at my shrinking cock and said, “We need to save that for later.” I finished my shower without any more playing. The rest of the afternoon was a lazy one. We lazed inside and out, talking and giving each other massages. I was sore all over but Alison was mostly sore in her cunt. It hadn’t had that much work in a year. Late in the day One called to set up plans for the evening. We were going to have a pizza and beer party, followed by dessert which was actually the main course for the evening. One had called on a couple of friends that were still in high school and more than eager to get their cherries popped. Three couldn’t make it but Two was ready to continue the action from the previous night. They would bring everything but the beer. It seems even our friends from the night before were too young to buy. Apparently the Balcony was notorious for letting kids in on fake ID’s. The boys were already in a party mood when they came over around 9:00. There was a steady flow of innuendos and jokes and butt grabbing as everyone ate and drank. The young cherries had saucer eyes watching the action warm up. By the time the pizza was gone you could see hard-ons in every pair of shorts. We pushed the furniture out of the middle of the room and Alison cranked up the music and waltzed out to begin a striptease. Did I mention what a great ass and tits she has? Well the boys all noticed it as she slowly pulled off her blouse and skirt leaving the tiniest leather g-string and open tipped bra you ever saw. The cherries were going nuts, they had never had a personal strip show before. For that matter the boys were going nuts and so was I. Alison sat on cherry one’s lap and put her nipples to his lips to lick. She slowly pulled his t-shirt off, then leaned down to lick and nip his nipples. C-one moaned. I’m surprised his dick didn’t lift Alison off his lap he was so hot. One and Two were getting turned on so they got up and pulled off their clothes. That seemed like a good idea so I did the same. One reached into the duffel bag he had brought and brought out what looked like a bunch of leather straps. He motioned for me to kneel down in front of him so I quickly did. The device turned out to be a wide collar - two and a half or three inches - with a wide strap attached that ran down the back. One fastened the collar around my neck then pulled my wrists up behind me to attach to the back strap. I was completely helpless and could barely move my head. Two reached down and snapped a nasty pair of clamps on my tits, much harsher than the ones we used the night before. C-two was watching everything wide-eyed but had not made a move. Alison turned her attention to him moving into his lap and rubbing her ass into his cock. C-one got up and stripped off his pants leaving his shorts on with a big tent pole sticking out. Maybe he was a little embarrassed to get naked. Two pulled the chain on my clamps to lead me on my knees over to C-one. “Take those shorts off that poor boy right now.” Not having any choice I leaned in to take his briefs in my teeth. His dick had them stretched so tight actually getting hold of them was tough but I eventually got them going. I tugged on one side then the other till I had them to the floor and C-one stepped out of them. I looked up to see one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen and it was just oozing pre-cum. Alison by now had C-two’s shirt off and was playing with his nipples. C-two had his hands on her ass and was straining to rub it over his cock. His eyes rolled back as he shot his load into his pants. She laughed as she climbed off of him, saying “I don’t think that actually counts for popping your cherry. We’ll have to get you going again and see what we can do.” She stepped into C-one’s arms and began to slide her body seductively over his naked torso. His cock began to stiffen even harder. Two again pulled my chain and I made it over to C-two. He stayed collapsed on the chair but lifted his ass so I could pull his shorts down with my teeth. He was wearing lined nylon running shorts with no underwear so they came off fairly easily. Two picked them up rubbing the cum over my face. He shoved the wettest part into my mouth for a gag. One pulled me back by my hair and pushed me on the floor on my back. He sat on my chest facing my cock which he roughly grasped. I couldn’t see but felt him attach something tightly around my cock and balls, then around each ball separately. I also felt his weight directly on the clamps on my tits. They felt like they were on fire and I moaned through the shorts. One laughed and slapped my cock. “Not yet you don’t. You’re going to scream a lot tonight but only when I want you to.” One and Two lifted me by my arms and walked me over to a footstool. Alison was sitting on a chair with the two C’s kneeling on either side of her, sucking on her tits while she played with their cocks. They had me kneel down and bend over the stool. They spread my legs and tied my knees to the legs of the stool. Then Two looped a noose over the head of my cock, pulled it under the stool and tied it to the tit chain. I was stretched in both directions and any movement hurt like hell. They had placed me so I could look up and see my wife. She now had C-two between her legs and C-one working on her tits. She was starting to move and moan herself. Whatever instructions these boys needed Alison was giving them herself so she didn’t need my help with this fantasy. Now Alison’s eyes started to roll back as she got into her first orgasm of the evening. As she moaned louder and opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy a line of fire crossed my ass. Two yanked the shorts from my mouth and I joined Alison in her scream. One slashed me again and again to keep up the chorus. When she stopped, he stopped. We had played with some spanking before but Alison had never hit me like this. One walked in front of me and dragged a riding crop over my face. “You’ll think this is like a feather before I’m done with you. You’ll be begging for the crop.” The C-boys were fit to burst. C-2 had at least relieved some of the pressure in his pants but C-1 was about to explode. Alison didn’t make him wait. She sat him on a chair and straddled him, sliding down on his cock in one motion. He came almost instantly. This was his first time after all. Alison has always loved the feel of a hard cock pulsating in her pussy, shooting loads of jism deep inside her so the combination of that and the power she felt making that boy just shoot so quickly made her hotter than ever. She climbed off C-1, grabbed C-2 and pulled him onto the couch. “Fuck me boy, get your cock inside me and feel what that is like instead of inside your pants.” “Looks like your wife is getting hot now. You’d better get this one ready again,” One said pulling C-1 over to my stool. One had him pull my head up and slide his slimy cock into my mouth. Needless to say this ripped at both my tits and cock. But I had learned my lessons well the night before and I gently licked and sucked C-1’s cock cleaning him and making him hard again. And none too soon. As he swelled to fill my mouth I could hear Alison groaning as C-2 pumped his dick into her pussy. Then I winced as a stroke landed on my ass. One was right! I don’t know what he hit me with but it was way worse than the crop. It’s hard to scream with a big cock pushed into your throat but that’s what I did. It must have sounded fairly amusing as the boys laughed to hear me. Stroke after stroke bit into my ass and I bucked and yelled and ripped at my own tits and cock. Alison must have cum with C-2 cause One eventually stopped hitting me. I don’t know cause I hadn’t heard anything for awhile. I bucked and quivered for some time after he stopped. I guess at some point C-1 had pulled his cock out of my mouth and I really screamed. Alison lay on the couch breathing hard and looking at me with lust as Two led C-2 over to me for his cleanup. As ordered, C-1 was ready and willing and crawled on the couch and slid his cock into my wife. Two reached between my legs to play with my balls as C-2 inserted his cock for refurbishing. Actually play was more accurate from Two’s point of view. From my view my tightly stretched balls were being squeezed in a vise. I moaned around C-2’s cock. “Ha you wimp. I’m just getting your balls warmed up a little. You’ll find out about ball pain later.” C-2 pulled his now hard cock out of my mouth to go suck on Alison’s tits as she started moaning, going into her next orgasm. As she screamed in ecstasy Two clamped down hard on my balls and yanked so hard on my cock that the clamps ripped off my tits. This time I screamed louder than my wife. I felt like he tore my tits off. “Don’t worry, we’ll get back to your little tits soon. For now I think we need to concentrate here,” One said as a swat from a leather paddle landed on my ass. I was already sore from the strokes of the crop so this just spread the pain over my whole ass. By now C-2 had his cock in Alison and she continued on up from the point where C-1 had left her. The paddling got faster and more intense moving from my ass down the backs of my thighs and back up. “Wait for Alison before you say anything,” One warned as he hit me harder and harder. “Please Mistress Alison, please cum. You are so hot. Please cum Mistress,” I moaned. That seemed to push her over the edge as she yelled “Yes .. yes. yes.” I yelled louder again and the paddling stopped. I looked over at the couch to see Alison and the C-boys lying in a heap, breathing hard. Thankfully even the young C-boys needed a rest after several orgasms. But I had forgotten for the moment about One and Two. “This is fun but we haven’t gotten any relief yet. I think you had better help us out.” Two’s cock suddenly loomed in my face and I sighed as I began to lick and suck it. He was already rock hard from the orgy and he quickly began to pump his cock deep into my throat. I was trying not to choke as I felt something being rubbed on my asshole. Then in my asshole. “I think we have another cherry here Alison but I get this one,” One said as he rammed his cock into my ass with one stroke. He was right, my ass was cherry and I would have screamed louder than ever but Two’s cock was choking me. Alison had played with a little vibrator in my ass but this felt more like a baseball bat. Tears poured down my face and I groaned when I could breathe. This seemed to make the boys even hotter and they fucked my face and ass faster and harder. They were in sync as they came together and filled me with their jism. Alison and the C-boys were watching as they pulled their cocks out of me. I was in total agony as I saw both of the young C-cocks standing straight up again. Didn’t they ever quit? I hoped they weren’t interested in trying my ass when they had Alison ready and willing and I was relieved as they started to stroke and lick her. Unfortunately I had again forgotten about my two tormentors. I yelped as a firery stroke slashed my ass. “This is my little two-tongued viper. You can tell it has a nice bite.” He wasn’t kidding about this whip. It stung worse than all of the others together. As the C-boys warmed up Alison, One warmed up my ass and thighs. Then up onto my back and arms. The pain was intense and not even a little like when you are just getting your butt warmed up. Through my tears I saw Alison lay back and C-one slide his cock into her. C-two was sucking her tits in a frenzy. I groaned as Alison began to moan in pleasure. I knew what was coming. The viper moved back down to my aching ass. I couldn’t see but I’m sure my ass was a mess of welts. About the third or fourth time you land a hard viper stroke on those welts it really starts to hurt. I was pathetic with my groaning and screaming and begging Alison to cum so my misery would end. Eventually she did and the whipping stopped. But not the pain. Now I begged One to let me up. Please. I couldn’t take any more abuse on my ass. I was sure the welts had turned to cuts and I was bleeding. Unfortunately he seemed to listen to me. One and Two untied my legs and pulled the noose off my cock. As they pulled me to my feet I groaned from the ache in my muscles. But it wasn’t for long. They pushed me onto the stool on my back, really stretching the muscles in my arms. They pulled my knees wide apart and tied them to the legs of the stool, then tied my collar to the other end to securely attach me to the stool. My head was lying just off the stool and my neck quickly began to hurt as much as my arms. Somehow this didn’t feel like fun. At least not for me. Looking upside down from my position on the stool I could see C-one lying next to Alison while C-two took his place between her thighs. As he slipped his cock into her cunt I felt a stroke cut my thigh. I looked up to see Two attacking my legs with the crop. As I opened my mouth to moan C-one pulled my head back over the end of the stool and slipped his cock into my mouth. As I licked the slimy cum off him Two moved up to my stomach. As he started getting harder and harder in my mouth Two moved up to beat my tits. With my head pulled back over the stool C-one’s cock had a straight line down my throat and he started pumping deeper as he lengthened. I said he had a huge dick and now I felt it deep in my throat. His balls bounced off my eyes and he smothered my nose as he drove his cock into me. And all this time Two was whacking my chest and tits. I could hear Alison and C-two moaning on the couch and C-one joined them as he got close to cumming in my mouth. Two switched to the inside of my thighs with the crop and I nearly choked trying to scream and suck at the same time. C-one came so deep in my throat that the cum went straight down to my belly without hitting my mouth. When he stopped pumping he left his cock down my throat and his crotch and balls smothering my nose. My head was upside down, I was being smothered, I was trying to scream and my inner thighs were being cropped. Finally I could hear Alison and C-two moan in pleasure and the beating stopped. C-one pulled out of my mouth and I gasped for air. This was not exactly going in line with my fantasies. For years I had fantasized about being helpless and abused by a beautiful, strong woman, preferably Alison. She would push me to my limits and beyond and take me higher and higher til finally I would cum in a huge explosion. Instead I could barely see or hear my wife and four men were battering my body inside and out. Before the night before I had never touched another man’s cock and now I was trained as an expert cock sucker. I was completely disoriented as I lay in pain. And yet when I looked down at my body my cock was standing straight up and hard as a rock. The harness that One had strapped on me was tighter than ever and both my cock and balls were a deep red. This scene was turning me on big time. As if he could read my mind, One came over and removed the harness. “It looks like you are having too much fun. This only makes your cock feel good so we’ll try it without it.” He picked up the viper. One started with a few light blows on my stomach and chest. Then he started increasing the force. It seemed every blow bit deeper and deeper into my flesh. When he reached an unbearable intensity he aimed at my right tit and I screamed. Then my left and back to the right. I thought clamps on my tits were bad but this was unbelievably painful. Suddenly Alison’s cunt appeared over my face. “Oh you’re making me hot with your crying and squirming” she said as she sat on my chest and pulled my head into her crotch. The aroma of her sex and the C-boys juices was like an incredible aphrodisiac and I eagerly began to lick her lips. The viper bit into my inner thigh. The crop had hurt but the viper was several levels worse as One attacked my tender flesh. I had been spanked before but had never anything like this. If anything One struck my legs harder than he had my chest. “Oh yes baby, put your tongue deep in me. I love it.” Alison was getting hotter and hotter and so was I, in spite of the pain. Or because of it. I could feel my cock swell even more than ever as I plunged my tongue into Alison’s cunt. Then I could feel my cock in a different way as the viper lashed my shaft. It felt like my cock was being held in a fire. Alison pulled my head harder into her crotch as she fucked my face and tongue. The viper struck again and again, getting to every inch of my cock. Then the first blow landed on the very tip of my cock and I thought I would pass out. If my shaft felt like it was in a fire this felt like a blowtorch. Alison was moaning louder and louder and fucking my face harder and harder. “Oh yes, yes, yes. Scream for me into my cunt.” I was doing that and more as the viper mauled the tip of my cock. Alison launched into her strongest and loudest orgasm of the orgy. And the viper landed on my balls. Again and again. The worst pain I could remember was when I was kneed in the balls. This was worse. Way worse. Alison rode my face as she came and suddenly my cock exploded in ecstasy as I joined her. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had and I sprayed cum on her back. The viper on my balls had affected me more than any caress on my cock. The pain in my balls had gotten me off. Alison dropped my head and collapsed on the floor beside my stool. I lay panting and aching and really confused. The C-boys were lying on the couch watching in amazement. Two was slumped in the chair. One chuckled. “I guess we know what really turns you on now don’t we? Maybe we should see just how far you can go.” The viper bit into my cock, then my balls again. The turn on was gone, it left with my orgasm. This was just pure pain. And I was especially tender after what I had gone through. I couldn’t even scream. I just lay there in agony whimpering and crying. Fortunately One quickly tired of the game. “He’s gone. We won’t be getting any more out of him tonight. And it looks like everyone is down for the count.” He was right on both counts. “We need to go,” said C-two, “we have to get home.” They had to get back to their family homes before curfew. Maybe they really were virgins before tonight. One gathered up his troops and they gathered up their clothes and toys and made their way out. There was plenty of hugging and kissing with Alison and plenty of slapping and whacking me with hands and belts. “You’ve got my number,” One said, “call me when you want to get another evening of play together.” ...