Courtney looked at her prepared, 5’6” form in the mirror for several long moments as she thought about the adventure that was to come. She couldn’t believe how spectacular her young, healthy frame looked after all the trouble she’d gone through the past year to make herself perfect for HIM. Now, she stood in the master bedroom of her rich home and took in the image of the woman she had become. ...

I hadn’t planned for it since I had made a decision to take some distance from bondage for awhile. But as it so wonderfully often happens, things lead to other things and there I sat, naked on the bed. I gently fiddled my breasts and asked myself once more if I really wanted to go ahead and do this. As it always happened, my mind said no but my guts screamed yes. I could already feel my pussy starting to get wet and I knew there was nothing I could do. My mind was already in the game so I couldn’t do anything before I had my session of selfbondage fun. ...

There is a saying in the UK that “Whilst the Cat’s away the mice will play. This is a true story about the afternoon I have just had. I hope you like it. I have been into BDSM for some time, but being married to a lovely wife who doesn’t share my interest in the slightest the only avenues I have available are either professional dominatrix or self bondage. Pro doms cost money, so are a rare treat…..leaving self bondage! ...

My fiance and I like to get into trash bags together. We have a friend that is into BDSM, so we asked him to be “the garbage man”. We got ten of the very large 75 gallon bags (yes, seventy-five gallon!) and made them into one VERY strong bag. Little did we know he was going to take it so far! It started out on Friday night a few months ago (still cold out). We got off work and went home, ate dinner and had “the garbage man” come by for a little help “gathering the trash”. He tied us up with shrink wrap, and put us into the giant bag together. Little did we know he had other plans for us! (He found out from another friend that we BOTH had the weekend plus Monday off.) After we were “settled in” he poked two small holes in our new home. He then gave us some plastic tubing to breath from. Then he called his friends over to help with some “heavy trash disposal”. This made me very hard very quick! When his friends got there, they were talking about how they were going to “dispose of us”… there were lots of great, sure fire ideas floating around, and as they talked about them we were both getting VERY *hot*. They decided not to incinerate the trash (phew!), but to just take us to where one of them worked: a yard waste recycling plant, where people put their grass clippings and other such by the curb, and it is wisked away by the same kind of truck that takes away *normal* trash. We were loaded into the back of a pickup truck and they drove off into the sunset. When we got where we were going, Marcus said to one of his cohorts, “Yo! Get this useless waste out of my truck, and put it over there by that giant wood chipper!” ...

I was out scouting for places to dumpster dive and finally found a quiet spot behind a women’s clothing store. I scored big knowing that most of the garbage came from a girls clothing store! It was pretty late and no one was around, so I began to climb in through the side door. I couldn’t help but to shake knowing I was among tons of garbage bags that girls threw away. I buried myself deeper into the black garbage bags and laid there for a while, day dreaming how I was just thrown into the dumpster by a sexy girl! I loved the feel of the black bags crushing under me as I sunk deeper into the dumpster. Some of the bags were popping letting out the strong smell of “garbage”. Suddenly I heard faint voices in the midst of the garbage bags settling. I laid as still as possible but the bags still made some sounds and I was still partially exposed on the top. The voices were getting closer and soon I could tell it was two woman approaching the dumpster. I can hear them talking just outside of the dumpster where they stopped. I heard one of the girls complaining about her boyfriend. They stayed there for 5 minutes while one of the girls told the other how bad her boyfriend was and how she wanted to end the relationship. The other girl started to reflect on her relationship and advised how to dump him. She started to explain ways to dump him and that’s when I started to listen hard! She advised her of many options. They both fueled each other’s ideas into more revolutionary ideas. Soon they related the act of “Dumping” to the garbage bags they came there to toss into the dumpster. They wanted duck tape him tight and throw him in the garbage and leave him out on the curb on garbage day or take him to a compactor!! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! These girls were plotting how to throw away someone! By this time I was quite hard thinking this could be me. They continued with different variations some including just throwing him into the dumpster. With that thought they opened the side door of the dumpster. I got startled and moved slightly and I could see her slightly. A beautiful blonde girl with light eyes peered in and with a sight of disgust commented on the bad smell. “Look at all this GARBAGE, phew!” ...

How did I end up like this? I can’t believe this is happening to me! I know, every story seems to start like this. All I was supposed to do is take a couple pictures for Jim so we could make some quick cash. I am too far ahead for you, let me back up and start over. That is the best thing I can do for you. I got up this morning and Jim gave me a call.He wanted me to come over for a quick photo shoot. I said sure, not a problem, but I have to get ready first. So I hopped in a nice tub of water and started shaving.I can’t stand having any unsightly hair anywhere. After the shower I needed to dress in something really sexy. So I pulled out my silky brown and white dress. I have been really picky when I dress though. I like to dress slutty once in a while, but I figure you can look sexy not doing that. I just want to have that perfect look. ...

You’ve asked for a written report on last Saturday. I sit here in an anxious and aroused state, staring at the screen, running the events through and getting intense visual and tactile sensations. My cock stirs with the images and I cup my newly discovered balls and rub the soft inside of my wrist and arm against the shaft, pushing in hard against the glans. A tiny, shiny, drop of pre cum beads from the eye of my twitching cock. I am having such sensations that I can only try and do justice to the four, five or however many hours I was in that fugue state. You were better than fantasy, a sincerity of purpose that transcended anything I could have imagined. ...

Sarah closed her eyes and lay back in bed feeling really pissed. Patrick had left for work without mentioning her birthday, hadn’t even given her a kiss. Perhaps it was time to end the relationship. He didn’t seem to care any more, and the sex had become less frequent and less passionate, almost mechanical. She fingered herself to an unsatisfying orgasm then got up and showered. Hope stirred within her as she was dressing. Perhaps Patrick wanted to surprise her and had left flowers and a present for her downstairs. Surely there would be a card. As she descended the stairs she became more hopeful, certain that he would have left something. But there was nothing in the kitchen, just the usual dirty dish from his cereal. She checked the other rooms; hope fading as each one proved empty. ...

The following story contains mostly true details and a few exaggerations. I leave it to you to figure out which parts are false and to fantasize about the true events. Drop me an email ([email protected]) and let me know what you think of the story. Thanks, and may your rubber never rip and be forever tight! Over the past 2 years every third Friday of the month was card night for my husband Sean and 3 of his closest friends. Because of this their female companions and I became close friends and got together for a girls night the same evenings. Heather (Jim’s wife), Rachel (Bruce’s steady), Alicia (Tony’s wife) and myself (Rebecca) all enjoy rubber, bondage and of course good sex. Indeed we frequently had get togethers and we all experienced getting laid by each others partners while dressed in fabulous rubber. ...

Adapted from an original idea by Pablo *** There was an ear piercing scream as the woman ran through the snow, her legs pumping hard as the giant creature reached down. With one might grab of it’s gigantic claws, it took her in its scaly hand and lifted her clean off the ground. Fighting with all her might, the woman attacked the hand that held her, but alas, to no avail. ...

story continues from part one Part Two Inside the shipping crate and within her animal carrier, Julia was doing her best not to panic. But considering how she was blind, wrapped up and helpless, managing to avoid panicking was a very difficult task indeed. Knowing that it was useless to struggle, she didn’t even try, though her every instinct was telling her to do so. “Okay, calm down. Calm down.” She thought. “You can figure this out. You can get out of here okay. The most important thing right now is to keep your cool and not panic.” ...

This account is true. The names have been omitted to protect the guilty. The night before, I had made fun of a television program he was watching. This evening I was told I would be kept out of the way and punished by being laced up in the leather sleepsack instead of watching television. If I couldn’t say something nice, I wouldn’t get to watch TV at all! I was in the mood for a couple of hours of heavy bondage, so I went along with it. Little did I know how much the punishment would exceed the crime. It was about 9:30 p.m. when we went down to the cell - a small storage room off the furnace room in the cellar. I’ve installed cushioned flooring and extended it partway up the concrete walls. The door is heavy wood planks, and there’s only one small window, up by the ceiling and glazed with frosted glass. I was wearing only tight leather chaps and a leather cockring. I took the sleepsack down from its hanger and laid it out on the floor. The sack is all leather, with a leather lining and an attached hood. I was also to wear a second hood inside the sleepsack’s hood to reinforce the sense of confinement. I sat down in the spread-out sleepsack and inserted my feet into the bottom of the bag. ...

“Hon, I’m home. Can you come in here for a sec? I want to show you something.” Mike calls out to his girlfriend. From the couch he sees her silhouette approaching from the bedroom down the hall leading to the living room. He admires her sexy female form walking with swaying hips taking sensuous alluring strides. A well toned barefoot 5’5” tall curvaceous girl with shoulder length curly dusty brown hair, cut off jeans and halter top steps into the living room barefoot. She sees him sitting on the couch with a medium size plain brown box about one foot square in front of him. After hopping up on his lap sideways with her legs draped over the side of his thighs with her small bare feet crossed she grabs him around his waist. They kiss. The box on the table has her curious. ...

I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can, at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting (now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums. I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings, 5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I am very hot looking, it is quite exciting). ...

I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can, at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting (now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums. I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings, 5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I am very hot looking, it is quite exciting). ...

It was a dark and stormy night! No, really, it was. Well, in fact, it was late evening but it was dark and the rain was pelting down as I waited for my prey. The one I was after seemed to go for fashion rather than practicality and obviously, as I had counted on, didn’t bother listening to weather forecasts. I had watched her entering the office building earlier, before the forecasted rain started; dressed in a very smart, fawn coloured hip length coat. Smart yes, any protection in even a light drizzle no. She was very beautiful and very vain about her appearance. Now me, I was completely waterproof. ...

I don’t really know where to start. You see, I have this Master, he is very strict, unreasonably demanding and always with me. Sometimes I think it best that I leave him, and live my life in a more conventional manner. In fact, I have tried at times to just turn my back on him, but somehow he always creeps back into my head. He makes me do all sorts of things that are embarrassing, humiliating, painful and just plain mean. He pushes me to the edge and often beyond my most daring limits. My master resides in my mind. ...

Since the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back garden. In my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine beauty. I knew for a fact that she was 5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement. ...

Part 7 - Sunday Morning We seemed to be wandering up and down hills for hours, but it could have been only fifteen minutes. I was completely lost from circling around, but it seemed one of the women knew where she was going. I kept expecting to run into Tom and his girls, but somehow we never crossed paths even though we covered a lot of ground. It wasn’t easy walking in the three inch heels, but I had other problems on my mind. Sometimes the path would narrow and we had to go single file. I tried to focus on the task of walking, which wasn’t too hard when I went ahead of Barb. When she went first, though, I kept catching sight of her sweet, full ass cheeks swishing in her panties and the result was a hard on that would get caught in the pantyhose. By now, I was pretty sore from all the erections and stroking and cumming, so it wasn’t as pleasant as it would seem for me to get excited. ...

Part 8 - Sunday Morning By the time we got back to my motel room, I had my plan. First, I had all three women strip from the waist down and kneel in front of the sofa. Starting with Fran, I tie a loop of rope around her left ankle, let out about a foot of slack, then tie her right ankle. Measuring off another foot of rope, I tied Julie’s left ankle, then some slack, and her right ankle. I repeated to process with Barb so all three women were tied together at the ankles. ...