I’ve been into bondage for many years, mostly frustratingly so, with no partner because I was afraid of the rejection if I mentioned that I would like to be tied up or tie up someone. My wife refused to participate the one time I dare ask her. One more thing, the couple next door are gay guys. I am not, but . . . . Alone for a week with my wife on a separate vacation to her mother’s home across the country, and the kids working for the summer at the beach, I decided to have some fun with self-bondage as I had before marriage. Yup, I remembered most of the techniques, as few as I had developed. ...

So I’ll start off by saying that I’m not just a closet bondage enthusiast. Not at all. I’m to the point where I can barely say the words “tied” and “up” even when referring to a sporting event. Believe me, if I could make my own way out, I would, and I am trying. Sometimes it’s baby steps, sometimes it’s a BIG leap. Take the time with Janine for example. I pretty much should’ve just sat her down, looked her in the eye, and said, “Janine, I am a complete raving fanatic when it comes to bondage being tied in (excuse the pun) to sex.” But, instead, it was much, much less straightforward at least in my attitude and much, much… much more intense in my actions. Let’s start with Janine. I like Janine. She’s absolutely adorable, standing at about 5’ 7” and weighing what I guess is around 120, though I would never ask. She’s got brown hair that has been dyed jet black to about her neck, contrasting nicely with her milky skin. Her bright blue eyes finish off the perfect look of a girl who could easily be Goth, but she isn’t… she’s much more practical of a girl. Cute. Happy. Not that I know much about her in bed, though. Maybe (hopefully) she’s into the whole Goth thing there. How else do you want me to put it? I’m hot for her. Not that I’ve ever acted on that in the couple years we’ve known each other. Friends, that’s what we are. Good friends. One of whom is a really hot girl that’s extremely playful. “I wouldn’t do that, Janine.” She had found a pair of handcuffs in my room, which was really careless of me and made my heart race. But, I wrote them off as a souvenir from Cancun and Spring Break. To that she laughed and clicked one of them onto her left wrist. “Wouldn’t do what?” Sigh. “I just wouldn’t do that.” She laughs. It’s such a cute little laugh! Her nose does one of those things where it scrunches up a bit and her eyes smile and she puts her wrists behind her back and I hear a “click click click click” and it’s everything I have in my to keep watching the TV and pretending that she’s not giving me THE biggest hard on of my life right now. And she walks over to the couch and sits next to me, turning her attention back to “Lost” and looks behind her back at the handcuffs. “I’ve done it this time,” she laughs a bit again and pulls on the chain that connects the cuffs like she’s gonna do anything. She knows she’s not gonna break it. That makes the situation even hotter. “Yes. You did. You did it. You want a prize?” It’s taking everything I have to feign not being interested. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done because here’s a girl doing literally the one thing that I’d give just about any body part to have her do, and I’m shucking interest because I’m afraid she’ll think I’m some sort of freak. YOU ARE A FREAK, JAY! BECAUSE ONLY A COMPLETE FREAK WOULD NOT BE JUMPING ON THIS OPPORTUNITY, DUMBASS!!! I look over to my left. She’s been looking at me and smiles, waving at me with one of her hands that are behind her back. She could be on the beach eating ice cream with that smile… so innocent. That’s what makes the situation funny. With eyes half open and half closed, I keep up the charade. “You’re obnoxious, you know that Janine?” “If bad girls get spanked, what do obnoxious girls get?” I know she’s not serious, but that doesn’t make it any less hot. “Ignored.” I turn back to the TV and fake like I’m scratching my leg. I’m not scratching my leg. Every man out there knows I’m not scratching my leg. I’m hiding what’s in my pants right now. I can almost see her overacted pouting face, and in a couple seconds I can hear the clicking of her playing with her cuffs. Looking at them. Tugging at them. Probably wondering where the release switch is. “Where’s the release switch?” Good girl. “There isn’t one.” Her eyebrows rise. Ooooh, she wasn’t expecting that, was she? “There isn’t one? What do you mean?” “I told you I wouldn’t do that when you put them on. But no. You went and put them on. And they’re not fake, they’re real. And there’s no release switch, there’s just a key.” I can tell it’s taking her a minute to digest all that. Maybe she’s a little turned on too. I mean, a lot of people are into bondage… especially people who could very easily be Goth girls in hiding during the daytime. Maybe she didn’t just slip them on out of curiosity. But if she’s faking, she’s faking very well. As am I. There’s silence for a minute while she waits for me to offer her the key before she finally says, “Can I have the key please?” Sigh. Roll the eyes. Get up off the couch and walk to my room. Pretty much as soon as she can’t see me, the grin on my face is out of this world and I feel like I could explode in my pants right then and there. I go to my room and look in the top drawer of the dresser, and there’s the key. I have it on a small chain necklace for a couple reasons. First, it’s a lot harder to lose the key by accident if it’s on a large metal loop. Second, if you don’t want to be in a serious self bondage situation for a prolonged period of time, a good way to allow quick escape is to put the handcuff key on a looped string or necklace and cuff that in one of the cuffs along with your wrist, so that the key’s always within reach of your hand. Anyway, I grab the key, take a quick breath, and head back into the living room. I come in and she’s looking right at me and she’s so cute! I want to just keep that look on her absolutely forever! And the look that she has on her face next makes priceless seem worthless. I walk right up to her and put the necklace over her head, then tighten it so that it’s almost like a choker, with the key resting right between her neck and her breasts. I smile a winner’s smile and she looks up at me with un-amused, gorgeous blue eyes and tries once to reach the key with her hands. She gets a fingertip on the key itself, but there’s no way she’s getting it off her neck. She shakes her head back and forth a couple times, but since I tightened it, the necklace is now smaller than her head and isn’t going anywhere. She looks back at me for a couple seconds while I’m holding back a laugh. “You’re hilarious. Did I ever tell you that, Jay?” “I told you not to put them on. Then I told you that you were being obnoxious. Now I give you the key, and you’re sarcastic to me. Do I deserve this?” She sighs. “Sorry. Now can you please let me out of these?” “No. You were in such a big hurry to get into them, I think you should enjoy them to their fullest. That way, you won’t be bothering me at a later date to try them on again. Let’s just get this out of the way right now.” She still looks a little on the angry side as I take two steps out of the room and open up my toolbox. Of course, my toolbox doubles as my self-bondage kit, but she doesn’t know that and doesn’t need to know that. Inside are a bunch of coils of rope and I grab a couple. I go back to her on the couch and she’s testing the cuffs again as I start looping rope around her ankles. “The hell are you doing?” “Tying your feet together.” “Why are you tying my feet together?” “I don’t know. Because you can’t?” “As I said. Absolutely hi-larious. Wanna stop?” “Not particularly.” She sighs again as I finish up cinching her feet together and I can’t imagine they’re uncomfortable, but they’re not coming apart. And she’s the one looking at me with half open eyes now as I grab another rope. I double it up and reach behind her, placing the looped end at her elbows and threading the other end through, then start wrapping them together just as I did her ankles. I’m not looking at her eyes, but I can still see them widen. “Whoa. What in the hell are you doing now?” In as innocent a voice as I can, “Hey, you’re the one that put your hands behind your back. I just don’t want your slipping them over your feet and bringing them back in front of you. Because, as I said, then you won’t get the full effect that those cuffs give and you’ll bug me with them again in the future.” “So my feet and elbows are tied because I need to get the full effect of something that cuffs my hands.” “Bingo.” “You’re an ass, Jay.” I can live with that. I finish cinching her elbows and I haven’t made them touch, though I’d like to. I mean, if she’s at all into this, I sure as hell don’t want to scare her off from it. Figure I’ll stay relatively gentle, though restraining, and if God, who indeed does exist and all of this is just proof of that, blesses me with this situation again, we can take it further. Besides, her elbows aren’t moving and her arms are now ten times more restrained and while elbows that touch are sexy, this is plenty good enough from her end of the spectrum. Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna use the ball gag or anything. Gotta save something for next time. I do reach for some gauze, a white strip of cloth (cut a T-shirt into strips going across, they make great strips of cloth for various this and that’s), and a couple other surprises. She doesn’t see any of them. “I may be an ass… but at least I’m not obnoxious.” “Uh huh… you done yet?” “Janine, I lied about what obnoxious girls get.” “What do obnoxious girls get, Jay?” I simply hold up the gauze and her half open eyes shoot wide. She could think that this is the hottest thing on the planet, but there’s a chance she’s in the same boat as me. Wanting what’s going on, but having to pretend that either you don’t want it or that it’s no big deal. For Chrissake I’ve got a really hot girl on my couch handcuffed and tied and the elbows and ankles and she’s about to get her mouth stopped up and because I’m afraid of my closet I’m acting like it’s just an innocent action between two platonic friends. But right now, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not thinking clearly because there’s not a lot of blood in my brain. “Jay, please I UHHHHH!” I’m careful not to be rough. I’m also extremely careful of her teeth. But it’s swift and quick and the gauze makes its way in. Then some more. Then a little more until her mouth is more or less stuffed. Janine’s grunts are constant and she’s trying to push it out, but one hand covers her mouth softly but firmly while the other gets the cloth. Then that goes through, threaded twice between her lips and tied in the back. There’s something so incredibly hot about tying it underneath her hair… just something about how I had to take the time to lift up her hair and tie it underneath so that she would look just perfect… Janine’s starting to talking into her gag and it’s not the most effective thing in the world. That’s when the duct tape comes into play. And if you thought her eyes were wide when I showed her the gauze, you haven’t seen anything yet. She’s turning her head from side to side and starts to actually scream a bit, but there’s absolutely nothing she can do as the tape gets laid across her lips and them goes all the way around her head, again under her hair in the back, over the cloth, and back over her lips. I lay down a good six layers: one right over her lips, one right below her nose, one right above her chin, and repeat. When I’m done her somewhat unintelligible yells have turned into grunts and mmmmmfs that make me pop a boner like no one could believe. Lucky for me, she’s not concentrating on my crotch right about now. “One more thing for that…” “Hhhhlltttmmmmmfffmmmmtt!” “Was that ‘let me out?’ Not bad, considering all the tape, Janine. That’s what this is for.” The Ace Bandage wrap goes around her head in much the same way as the tape, but anyone who’s ever worn that stuff over a gag knows exactly what it does. It stretches all the way when you pull it, and I wrap it tight, but as soon as it settles it tightens and contracts, putting constant pressure on her face. The entire roll is gone by the time I’m done and I can’t even hope to understand anything she’s trying to say anymore. That’s when I lay her on the couch. The entire time Janine’s been struggling. But I’ve been behind her and haven’t noticed much, since I’ve been concerned about her mouth. Now I can take a second and see the beauty of it all. Her arching back. Her fingers that are flailing but firm, looking for anything that could let her out. Her eyes are huge. Her lips are completely hidden. And, a personal favorite, her hair flows over her gag that I took the extra time to put under her hair. I love that part. Her eyes are so incredibly burning hot right now. Looking at me narrowly and there’s no wonder she’s mad. So far, I don’t think I’ve done anything that really screams “BONDAGE ENTHUSIAST” to her. Maybe the gag is a little severe, but it’s all household items and they all kind of make sense. In fact, the only one that’s looking like a pervert right now is Janine. Going around, putting on people’s handcuffs. What would the neighbors think? Keep telling yourself that, Jay. ...

So I’ll start off by saying that I’m not just a closet bondage enthusiast. Not at all. I’m to the point where I can barely say the words “tied” and “up” even when referring to a sporting event. Believe me, if I could make my own way out, I would, and I am trying. Sometimes it’s baby steps, sometimes it’s a BIG leap. Take the time with Janine for example. I pretty much should’ve just sat her down, looked her in the eye, and said, “Janine, I am a complete raving fanatic when it comes to bondage being tied in (excuse the pun) to sex.” But, instead, it was much, much less straightforward at least in my attitude and much, much… much more intense in my actions. Let’s start with Janine. I like Janine. She’s absolutely adorable, standing at about 5’ 7” and weighing what I guess is around 120, though I would never ask. She’s got brown hair that has been dyed jet black to about her neck, contrasting nicely with her milky skin. Her bright blue eyes finish off the perfect look of a girl who could easily be Goth, but she isn’t… she’s much more practical of a girl. Cute. Happy. Not that I know much about her in bed, though. Maybe (hopefully) she’s into the whole Goth thing there. How else do you want me to put it? I’m hot for her. Not that I’ve ever acted on that in the couple years we’ve known each other. Friends, that’s what we are. Good friends. One of whom is a really hot girl that’s extremely playful. “I wouldn’t do that, Janine.” She had found a pair of handcuffs in my room, which was really careless of me and made my heart race. But, I wrote them off as a souvenir from Cancun and Spring Break. To that she laughed and clicked one of them onto her left wrist. “Wouldn’t do what?” Sigh. “I just wouldn’t do that.” She laughs. It’s such a cute little laugh! Her nose does one of those things where it scrunches up a bit and her eyes smile and she puts her wrists behind her back and I hear a “click click click click” and it’s everything I have in my to keep watching the TV and pretending that she’s not giving me THE biggest hard on of my life right now. And she walks over to the couch and sits next to me, turning her attention back to “Lost” and looks behind her back at the handcuffs. “I’ve done it this time,” she laughs a bit again and pulls on the chain that connects the cuffs like she’s gonna do anything. She knows she’s not gonna break it. That makes the situation even hotter. “Yes. You did. You did it. You want a prize?” It’s taking everything I have to feign not being interested. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done because here’s a girl doing literally the one thing that I’d give just about any body part to have her do, and I’m shucking interest because I’m afraid she’ll think I’m some sort of freak. YOU ARE A FREAK, JAY! BECAUSE ONLY A COMPLETE FREAK WOULD NOT BE JUMPING ON THIS OPPORTUNITY, DUMBASS!!! I look over to my left. She’s been looking at me and smiles, waving at me with one of her hands that are behind her back. She could be on the beach eating ice cream with that smile… so innocent. That’s what makes the situation funny. With eyes half open and half closed, I keep up the charade. “You’re obnoxious, you know that Janine?” “If bad girls get spanked, what do obnoxious girls get?” I know she’s not serious, but that doesn’t make it any less hot. “Ignored.” I turn back to the TV and fake like I’m scratching my leg. I’m not scratching my leg. Every man out there knows I’m not scratching my leg. I’m hiding what’s in my pants right now. I can almost see her overacted pouting face, and in a couple seconds I can hear the clicking of her playing with her cuffs. Looking at them. Tugging at them. Probably wondering where the release switch is. “Where’s the release switch?” Good girl. “There isn’t one.” Her eyebrows rise. Ooooh, she wasn’t expecting that, was she? “There isn’t one? What do you mean?” “I told you I wouldn’t do that when you put them on. But no. You went and put them on. And they’re not fake, they’re real. And there’s no release switch, there’s just a key.” I can tell it’s taking her a minute to digest all that. Maybe she’s a little turned on too. I mean, a lot of people are into bondage… especially people who could very easily be Goth girls in hiding during the daytime. Maybe she didn’t just slip them on out of curiosity. But if she’s faking, she’s faking very well. As am I. There’s silence for a minute while she waits for me to offer her the key before she finally says, “Can I have the key please?” Sigh. Roll the eyes. Get up off the couch and walk to my room. Pretty much as soon as she can’t see me, the grin on my face is out of this world and I feel like I could explode in my pants right then and there. I go to my room and look in the top drawer of the dresser, and there’s the key. I have it on a small chain necklace for a couple reasons. First, it’s a lot harder to lose the key by accident if it’s on a large metal loop. Second, if you don’t want to be in a serious self bondage situation for a prolonged period of time, a good way to allow quick escape is to put the handcuff key on a looped string or necklace and cuff that in one of the cuffs along with your wrist, so that the key’s always within reach of your hand. Anyway, I grab the key, take a quick breath, and head back into the living room. I come in and she’s looking right at me and she’s so cute! I want to just keep that look on her absolutely forever! And the look that she has on her face next makes priceless seem worthless. I walk right up to her and put the necklace over her head, then tighten it so that it’s almost like a choker, with the key resting right between her neck and her breasts. I smile a winner’s smile and she looks up at me with un-amused, gorgeous blue eyes and tries once to reach the key with her hands. She gets a fingertip on the key itself, but there’s no way she’s getting it off her neck. She shakes her head back and forth a couple times, but since I tightened it, the necklace is now smaller than her head and isn’t going anywhere. She looks back at me for a couple seconds while I’m holding back a laugh. “You’re hilarious. Did I ever tell you that, Jay?” “I told you not to put them on. Then I told you that you were being obnoxious. Now I give you the key, and you’re sarcastic to me. Do I deserve this?” She sighs. “Sorry. Now can you please let me out of these?” “No. You were in such a big hurry to get into them, I think you should enjoy them to their fullest. That way, you won’t be bothering me at a later date to try them on again. Let’s just get this out of the way right now.” She still looks a little on the angry side as I take two steps out of the room and open up my toolbox. Of course, my toolbox doubles as my self-bondage kit, but she doesn’t know that and doesn’t need to know that. Inside are a bunch of coils of rope and I grab a couple. I go back to her on the couch and she’s testing the cuffs again as I start looping rope around her ankles. “The hell are you doing?” “Tying your feet together.” “Why are you tying my feet together?” “I don’t know. Because you can’t?” “As I said. Absolutely hi-larious. Wanna stop?” “Not particularly.” She sighs again as I finish up cinching her feet together and I can’t imagine they’re uncomfortable, but they’re not coming apart. And she’s the one looking at me with half open eyes now as I grab another rope. I double it up and reach behind her, placing the looped end at her elbows and threading the other end through, then start wrapping them together just as I did her ankles. I’m not looking at her eyes, but I can still see them widen. “Whoa. What in the hell are you doing now?” In as innocent a voice as I can, “Hey, you’re the one that put your hands behind your back. I just don’t want your slipping them over your feet and bringing them back in front of you. Because, as I said, then you won’t get the full effect that those cuffs give and you’ll bug me with them again in the future.” “So my feet and elbows are tied because I need to get the full effect of something that cuffs my hands.” “Bingo.” “You’re an ass, Jay.” I can live with that. I finish cinching her elbows and I haven’t made them touch, though I’d like to. I mean, if she’s at all into this, I sure as hell don’t want to scare her off from it. Figure I’ll stay relatively gentle, though restraining, and if God, who indeed does exist and all of this is just proof of that, blesses me with this situation again, we can take it further. Besides, her elbows aren’t moving and her arms are now ten times more restrained and while elbows that touch are sexy, this is plenty good enough from her end of the spectrum. Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna use the ball gag or anything. Gotta save something for next time. I do reach for some gauze, a white strip of cloth (cut a T-shirt into strips going across, they make great strips of cloth for various this and that’s), and a couple other surprises. She doesn’t see any of them. “I may be an ass… but at least I’m not obnoxious.” “Uh huh… you done yet?” “Janine, I lied about what obnoxious girls get.” “What do obnoxious girls get, Jay?” I simply hold up the gauze and her half open eyes shoot wide. She could think that this is the hottest thing on the planet, but there’s a chance she’s in the same boat as me. Wanting what’s going on, but having to pretend that either you don’t want it or that it’s no big deal. For Chrissake I’ve got a really hot girl on my couch handcuffed and tied and the elbows and ankles and she’s about to get her mouth stopped up and because I’m afraid of my closet I’m acting like it’s just an innocent action between two platonic friends. But right now, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not thinking clearly because there’s not a lot of blood in my brain. “Jay, please I UHHHHH!” I’m careful not to be rough. I’m also extremely careful of her teeth. But it’s swift and quick and the gauze makes its way in. Then some more. Then a little more until her mouth is more or less stuffed. Janine’s grunts are constant and she’s trying to push it out, but one hand covers her mouth softly but firmly while the other gets the cloth. Then that goes through, threaded twice between her lips and tied in the back. There’s something so incredibly hot about tying it underneath her hair… just something about how I had to take the time to lift up her hair and tie it underneath so that she would look just perfect… Janine’s starting to talking into her gag and it’s not the most effective thing in the world. That’s when the duct tape comes into play. And if you thought her eyes were wide when I showed her the gauze, you haven’t seen anything yet. She’s turning her head from side to side and starts to actually scream a bit, but there’s absolutely nothing she can do as the tape gets laid across her lips and them goes all the way around her head, again under her hair in the back, over the cloth, and back over her lips. I lay down a good six layers: one right over her lips, one right below her nose, one right above her chin, and repeat. When I’m done her somewhat unintelligible yells have turned into grunts and mmmmmfs that make me pop a boner like no one could believe. Lucky for me, she’s not concentrating on my crotch right about now. “One more thing for that…” “Hhhhlltttmmmmmfffmmmmtt!” “Was that ‘let me out?’ Not bad, considering all the tape, Janine. That’s what this is for.” The Ace Bandage wrap goes around her head in much the same way as the tape, but anyone who’s ever worn that stuff over a gag knows exactly what it does. It stretches all the way when you pull it, and I wrap it tight, but as soon as it settles it tightens and contracts, putting constant pressure on her face. The entire roll is gone by the time I’m done and I can’t even hope to understand anything she’s trying to say anymore. That’s when I lay her on the couch. The entire time Janine’s been struggling. But I’ve been behind her and haven’t noticed much, since I’ve been concerned about her mouth. Now I can take a second and see the beauty of it all. Her arching back. Her fingers that are flailing but firm, looking for anything that could let her out. Her eyes are huge. Her lips are completely hidden. And, a personal favorite, her hair flows over her gag that I took the extra time to put under her hair. I love that part. Her eyes are so incredibly burning hot right now. Looking at me narrowly and there’s no wonder she’s mad. So far, I don’t think I’ve done anything that really screams “BONDAGE ENTHUSIAST” to her. Maybe the gag is a little severe, but it’s all household items and they all kind of make sense. In fact, the only one that’s looking like a pervert right now is Janine. Going around, putting on people’s handcuffs. What would the neighbors think? Keep telling yourself that, Jay. ...

Xi - Chapter 4 - Flash Friday night at the airport, Xi ensured that their greeting embrace was brief and less personal than perhaps Sage expected. After all, how horrifying it would be if Sage found out that Xi was imprisoned in Anna’s belt. Oh, Xi was ecstatic to have Sage come for the weekend. Friends such as those that one makes in college, so rarely come along as one struggles on down the road of life. But, probably, even a closest friend would be shocked when a normally wholesome woman chooses to lock her own pleasure away. How could she understand… unless she too had the opportunity to feel the constant tingle and the gentle pull that the belt seemed to maintain on Xi’s most private parts? But Sage was a vision of beauty! Her slim body. Her stylish jeans. The gold stud in her navel luring the wandering eyes of all the passers by. Xi commented that Sage had not aged even a day since they were young, foolish college kids. Into the early hours of the morning they talked of work and old friends. And Sage regaled Xi with an endless stream of her adventures as a heart-breaking bisexual. Her stories of jealous ex-lovers were both tragic and hilarious. As interesting as the stories were though, Xi found herself drifting from the conversation. Often. She would become lost in the soft percolating of Sage’s beautiful voice. She would find herself transfixed upon Sage’s shapely lips as they danced with each word’s particular enunciation. Or perhaps Xi would focus on the way Sage’s head moved and how her black, curly hair lightly draped across her shoulders. Xi struggled to stay present in the conversation each moment though her foremost thought was to reach across to Sage and gently touch the beautiful dark skin of her cheek. She wanted to cradle Sage’s head in her palm, draw her dancing lips near, and feel the warm, moist exhalation of words drip into her ear. If she could, perhaps those words would tear through the deafening roar of smoldering desire emanating from deep within her. When they finally retired to bed, Xi had difficulty falling asleep. She lay there with spinning thoughts that oscillated between erotic fantasies of herself and Sage and a disconnected sense of awe as to the strength of her ambition. Certainly, this was the belt’s doing - teasing her to such arousal. Even after Xi fell asleep she dreamt that she crept through the darkness of the house into the room where Sage slept and pulled back the sheets to reveal her friend’s beautiful, naked form. In her dream, she climbed in bed with Sage. Their lips meeting - pressing softly. Their tongues touching lightly, sliding smoothly together… “Did you sleep well last night?” Xi asked as she poured the morning coffee. “Wonderfully! I rarely sleep as well back home,” Sage replied. Then she looked up at Xi, pulling her curly, dark locks away from her eyes, “You’re still a bit flushed. Are your allergies bothering you again today?” Xi nodded, her lips stretched in a slim smile. As usual, later that day, they found themselves shopping. Sage had collected an armful of the latest styles and dragged Xi into the dressing room with her. For the next fifteen minutes, Xi complimented Sage as she modeled each outfit, trying her best to sound casual. Secretly though, Xi could not help but to watch intently as Sage dressed and undressed. She furtively placed a clammy palm to her crotch and hopelessly pressed the hard surface of the chastity belt concealed beneath her clothes. Xi studied the exotic tattoo in the small of Sage’s back. The symmetric design slid along the swell of her hips and then dipped tantalizingly beneath the waistband of her underwear. Xi felt so embarrassed. She was gawking like a pubescent boy at her good friend. She just couldn’t tear her eyes away though. The curve of her back… The smooth mold of her arms… “I think this would look good on you.” Xi snapped back into the present and managed a feeble “huh?” Sage was standing before her holding a short skirt. “You should try this on. I think that it would look good on you.” Xi’s eyes widened a little and searched frantically for an appropriate lie to keep her secret safe. “No thanks. I’m trying to save money right now.” “Oh! Just try it on!” “No, really. You know me… If I try it on I will lose all resistance, and before you know it, there goes another $300,” Xi said snapping her fingers for emphasis. And before Sage could put forward another attempt to cajole her, Xi stated that she was starving for dinner and really wanted to leave to go eat. Xi was hiding behind the enjoyment of a small wedge of cheesecake when Sage confronted her. “I’m concerned about you.” Xi stopped chewing and looked up from her fork. She felt blood drain from her face. Quietly, fearfully - “Why?” “You just seem more distant than you used to be - so much more reserved. Are you OK?” Xi briefly caught the concerned look in Sage’s dark eyes and quickly refocused on the table. God, Sage was beautiful! Wait! What the hell was she thinking? Xi felt so ashamed. She had to find a suitable excuse… a plausible lie… Her mind was flustered. It seemed that cohesive thoughts melted in the heat of her desire. Images of the two of them ravaging one another in a naked embrace flashed in her mind’s eye. Certainly Sage, and perhaps the entire restaurant, could see her inability to contain her naughty fantasies - her aroused, but guarded condition. “I…” Xi could lift no words above the cacophony of need within her. She shook her head and hid her eyes behind the palm of her hand. Xi jumped at the light touch of Sage’s hand softly comforting her shoulder. “Xi. You’ve got to let Anna go.” Xi slowly raised her eyes to meet Sage’s. Her head suddenly somewhat more clear. A tear rolled down her face. “Yes,” her voice cracking a little. Inside, Xi almost felt relief. Sadness, her familiar friend, stepped up to push aside her fervor for a moment. “I think I’m almost to a point where I’m ready to let her go…” Sage had moved around the table and was hugging her. “It’s ok, my friend. It’s ok…” Xi luxuriated in the warmth of Sage’s touch and the subtle scent of love. Yet, she felt a cold streak of guilt with the realization, that tonight, the comfort she sought did not derive from the tragedy of her past, but from the slow, rolling boil within the cauldron encasing her sex. Diamond’s had been in business for years. Xi and Anna used to frequent the establishment. Even back in the college days it had been a favorite hangout. Not much had changed since Xi had last come over two years ago. The clientele was the same though they looked younger. “Xi! Long time!” It was Red. She was still bartending here? Red seemed to be staring at Sage as though trying to morph her into Anna somehow. Xi introduced Sage and Red extended her ghost-white arm adorned in cheap metal bracelets and studded leather cuffs to shake Sage’s hand. Black painted lips and gold loop piercings framed Red’s smile. Xi collected their drinks and carried them towards an open table. Soon Sage’s stories had Xi laughing so hard that her stomach hurt. As the evening progressed Xi felt more relaxed and less concerned about concealing her naughty secret. Maybe the growing noise and confusion of the nightclub drew Xi’s attention away from the belt. Maybe the few tears earlier in the day had served Xi well. Maybe it was the margaritas. The crowd of patrons grew. Soon the din of voices became drowned out by the thump of dance music. Flashing disco lights and mirrored balls replaced the halogens overhead. Xi and Sage soon succumbed to the exertion of being heard above the crowd and sat silent for a while gazing upon the growing host of women swaying and swirling to the beat. Sage’s barely audible “Bathroom!!” was enough to get Xi moving, following her friend through the crowd, preparing to wait in line. Xi sat in the flickering fluorescent light, the hem of her dress pulled up around her waist, casually watching the door to the bathroom stall repeatedly attempt to drift around to her left. “Counter-clockwise… oh, shit…” When was the last time that she had drunk this much? Xi staggered from the wash basin towards the bathroom door, working hard to keep the green Exit sign in clear focus. Suddenly, her ears seemed to plug up. The roar of voices became muted and the rhythmic pulsing of the dance beat slowed and echoed around in her head. Each note of music seemed to slide from and lay over the previous, quickly producing a wandering wall of discordant sound. Dizzy, Xi let her body fall upon the door. She tried yawning to get her ears to pop. The door opened and she stumbled out. When she looked up, her legs froze, her eyes widened, and her mouth slowly opened. Through the flash of lights and wisps of cigarette smoke and manufactured fog, Xi gazed upon throngs of women, disrobed and intertwined in an orgiastic tangle of flesh. Each face was filled with a look of unquenchable lust, bodies twisting and stretching, desperately grasping one another as though to squeeze the fire of desire from their flesh. To the left, amongst the frenzy of naked forms, a single spotlight lit up and shone down upon a woman with midnight-black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail and skin, moon-tan-pale. Her breasts and sex were exposed and boldly displayed, framed by thick metal chains attached to and linking between a collar and many heavy manacles. Her smiling face was tilted towards the floor, yet her dark eyes were fixed directly upon Xi. ...

Xi - Chapter 5 - Frisson Some people tend to have blackouts when they drink too much. Unfortunately, Xi could remember everything. She extracted herself from beneath the sheets and left Sage sleeping softly. She found an extra large T-shirt and stumbled off for the kitchen. Margaritas and loud music. Sure, it was fun at the time. Now, her head felt as though it was in a vise. Her tongue felt like a wet rag. Her ears were ringing. Orange juice. Aspirin. Sage was starting to stir when Xi returned to the bedroom and curled up in the comfortable corner chair. She pressed her hand to her head and thought of the night before… Why? Why on earth had she pulled her dress up like a little girl in kindergarten? Why had she exposed herself? Xi remembered the crowd of faces directed toward her impromptu exhibition. Maybe if she threw up she would feel better. Xi also thought of the strange visions. That was kind of weird. Alcohol is not a hallucinogen. Maybe it was the Mezcal in the Margaritas… “Morning…” Sage moaned as she stretched and scratched her head. Her thin body veiled beneath the white sheet. Xi just groaned. Sage smiled, “Hungover?” “I guess.” Xi’s voice was raspy. She coughed to try and clear it. “Seems that I’ve lost my voice.” Sage looked dreamily at Xi, giggled a little, and then seemed to stare at the wall. After a moment she raised her hand to her mouth and appeared to be shielding a small, dirty smile. “Damn, girl!” Sage shivered a little. “Do you want some orange juice or something?” Xi finally asked. “Yeah, I think so,” Sage said stretching once again. “But first… tell me about that chastity belt.” Xi rolled her eyes and sighed, “Oh, god! I’m so embarrassed…” “So, you don’t have the key to that thing?” “Well… the key’s up at the cottage.” Xi looked off to the far corner of the room, resigned. “You can’t take it off?” “Not without the key.” “And that belt prevents you from having a… well, you know… an orgasm?” Xi looked at Sage for a second with a pensive look on her face. Surely Sage thought that she was weird or crazy. Xi started nodding slowly. “I doesn’t seem to let me…” Sage briefly furrowed her brow, then shifted her position a little under the sheet. She sat a little closer. Her voice became softer. “Is it a turn on?” Xi paused for a second, glanced at Sage, and then continued nodding. The smile upon Sage’s face grew. “Can I touch it again?” Xi thought perhaps Sage was going to make fun of her, but when she looked in her eyes, she found that Sage seemed mesmerized. Xi repositioned herself in the chair so her feet were on the floor, her legs apart. She pulled her T-shirt up over her waist. Sage had climbed out of bed, holding the sheet around her torso. She approached Xi and knelt by the chair. She reached out a hand a placed it on the cold, hard faceplate of the belt. Xi realized that she was holding her breath. She remembered, clearly, satisfying Sage last night. She remembered being denied any satisfaction herself. By the evening as Xi drove Sage to the airport, Xi’s hangover was much better and Sage no longer seemed to be so fixated by the belt. “You know that I love you, don’t you?” Sage asked. Xi shot a glance at Sage, then refocused on the road. “Of course.” “Well… I don’t know what that belt is doing to you, because, girl, you seemed to be quite inspired last night. Damn!” Xi did her best to suppress a smile. “But, you know,” Sage continued, “I’m still worried about you…” “Why?” “I think that you’re using it as an excuse to avoid people…” “Hmm,” Xi grunted. “…You’re such a beautiful woman. There are millions - and I mean millions - of people in this world who are dying to get to know you. They’re dying to fall in love with you. They need you!” Xi glanced at Sage. She smiled a small, embarrassed smile and looked away. “You’re so beautiful,” Sage continued. “You’ve got so much passion and love to give! Time marches on. One day we will be dust… I know that you’re hurting. But it’s time to give that up. Put the belt away. Go out and meet people. Go out and love again, ok? Anna would want that for you.” Xi did not shed a tear until after she had dropped Sage off at the airport terminal. As Xi arrived at her cottage on Friday evening, dark clouds from a summer evening thunderhead were threatening to claim the setting sun prematurely. A rain shield covered the trees along the top of the ridge to the west. Bolts of lightening flashed jagged paths against the growing darkness. Xi turned down Zeppelin, cut off the engine, and stepped out of her car. She had made it! Two weeks locked in the belt! She was happy to see the cottage sitting just as she had left it. Her whole body was buzzing in anticipation of glorious relief. Xi sang to herself, smiling. “Your time is going to come!” A cool gust creeping down through the trees of the valley whipped her knee-length skirt. Reflexively, she held it down. As she walked to the cottage, her hand began to trace the smooth curve of the metal belt through the skirt’s soft material. She followed the sturdy form over her hips and then back behind, down to the most sensitive skin between her cheeks. She shivered and let out a brief giggle. How should she entertain herself? Her other hand then traced the metal belt down across the solid faceplate. Her fingers lingered and pressed the bottom of the shield optimistically. Thunder rumbled across the valley as Xi unlocked the cottage door. She was about to kick off her sandals when she noticed small shards of glass littering the commons-room floor. Her heart skipped a beat. Immediately, she looked up, open-mouthed, at the far wall. Paint, dirtied by the years, clearly outlined the location where a picture frame once hung. Now there was only a hook. Below, on the floor was the old family picture - the wooden frame smashed and the glass cover shattered. It was the very picture that had broken in her dream over a week before. Was it a precognition? Xi was unsure whether she believed in such things. Each person must have events in their lives in which strange coincidences like this happen. That’s what this was. Just a coincidence. Still, she eyed the pole and glanced at the blanket wrapped around the base, concealing the collar, just as she had left it. Xi remembered the dream vividly - how the collar’s disk had become stuck in the belt’s slot leaving her helplessly anchored to the cottage pole - how she pulled and pulled yet remained unable to escape. If such a thing happened, would anyone hear her screams? Would anyone ever happen to stop by her cottage and look in to find her? Maybe months from now a maintenance man would pass by as he made his start-of-the-winter rounds. His face would twist into a look of horror at her half-decomposed body. Xi looked around the room, nervously biting a thumbnail. Failing evening light and the creak of trees swaying in the strengthening wind compounded her growing apprehension. She pulled her cell phone from her purse, checked the signal strength, and placed it by the pole. “It was just a dream!” she said to herself. Regardless, she decided she’d better get a pitcher of water to have near her. Just in case… If she became trapped, she could call Sage. The water would sustain her until she arrived. She set off to the kitchen turning on lights along the way to fight off the encroaching darkness of the storm, quietly reassuring herself, “…just a dream…” Fat dollops of rain began to splatter on the roof and rocks outside. The scent of evergreen needles pressed through the cracks of the cottage. She returned to the commons room with a pitcher full of cool, tap water. Broken glass cracked and scraped the hard floor under her sandals as she carefully made her way to the support pole. She swept clear a small place to set the pitcher. Xi pulled the blanket from around the pole to reveal the collar. A flash of lightning and an immediate report of thunder made Xi jump. As the sound crashed and echoed down the valley, Xi considered that, just perhaps, holding a metal pole in a thunderstorm was a bad idea. “I’ll just get this belt off real quick,” she reassured herself, still quite aware of the powerful craving within her sex. Her insides felt almost knotted in a delicious tangle of lust waiting for a loving hand to massage the tension away. She grabbed the collar’s disk to pull it to waist level. She had not pulled far though, when the disk suddenly snapped out of her hand. Xi jumped and let out a short cry of fear. “What the hell?!?” Again, she grabbed the disk in her shaking hand and attempted to lift the collar, this time more slowly, but it would no longer slide along the pole as it did two weeks before. The collar had contracted and now stubbornly held its place close to the floor. “It’s all right… It’s no big deal…” Xi checked that all the glass slivers had been pushed aside from around the pole. She removed her skirt and set it beside the pitcher. Using the pole for leverage, she lowered herself and sat at its base - the cold, hard floor against her butt. Images from the dream flashed in her head, frightening her. Exciting her. Outside, the wind had risen to a gale. As she held the pole she could feel it vibrating. She looked up at the overhead light and could see small flecks of dust falling from the ceiling, twirling though currents of air in the room. Xi straddled the pole and attempted to rotate her pelvis as close as possible to the collar’s disk. The slot on the belt opened, but the collar’s chain was too short for her to maneuver the disk inside. “Shit!” Outside the sound of hard rain turned to a roar as small hail mixed in, pounding the shingles and wood siding of the cottage. For a moment, Xi stared blankly through growing tears of frustration at the white streaks of ice speeding past the exterior window. Then, quickly, she repositioned herself so she was lying on her left side facing the pole. She twisted her crotch toward the collar. The slot opened again. She pulled at the disk and started to insert it in the belt’s slot. A jolt of pain shot through Xi’s body. She grabbed her side and kicked out her leg involuntarily. The tip of her sandal tagged the pitcher just enough to set it teetering. Xi tried to stabilize it with her foot, but only succeeded in knocking the pitcher over. It fell towards her sending a wave across the floor. A short squeal slipped from Xi’s lips as the cold water washed against her body. Grimacing and cursing, Xi massaged the muscles in her side and stomach. Twisting around on the floor had given her some kind of muscle cramp. When it loosened, she quickly pushed the disk into the slot until it was seated. The collar loosened its grip with a pop that echoed up the pole. She opened the collar fully, pulled it from around the pole, and rolled onto her back. “Oh, thank god!” Xi sat up on her elbows. Water dripped from her wet shirt and down the left side of her face. She looked down at Anna’s belt. Soon, she would be without it for the first time in 12 days. Still, she paused for a moment admiring the fine design, the soft sheen of the metal surface - how it’s color contrasted so well with that of her skin. She pulled at the waistband. It opened with a bit of resistance. She moaned softly as the cold surface disengaged from its intimate contact. Her sex overripe, the constant sense of tingling and pulling still seemed to endure… The room temperature had dropped dramatically since the storm had started. Skin, so sensitive, so long covered by the belt, bristled at the chill of freedom. Xi’s entire body was coursing with adrenaline. She felt so alive. The belt was still encircling her knees, but it was far enough removed to perform the act that she had so long been denied. She grabbed her crotch with both hands and pushed hard against her pelvic bone. It felt so good, Xi thought she might have to scream. She inserted first one and then a second finger and pushed them as deep as she could - slowly extracting them - wriggling them back and forth as she did. She used the thumb of her other hand to stroke the slick, wet skin of her sex. Then, she was there. She took that final important step to reach the top of the peak. She paused in the moment, not moving at all, hoping to stay on top forever. Gazing down upon the undulating landscape of her sexual wonderland, experiencing ecstasy in every known sense available. Finally, she slid down the slopes - flexing her muscles rhythmically as pleasure popped here and there within the shell of her physical being. Her whole body was vibrating as she came to rest in the puddle of water on the floor. Outside, the hail had stopped. Now there was only rain and the mad, noisy rush of floodwaters scouring sediment and debris along the banks of small streambeds. Slowly, the water, with a grim sense of inevitability, continued to wash the mountains to the sea. To be continued in Xi - Chapter 6 - cat-box.com ...

Xi - Chapter 6 Cat-Box.com Xi leaned back against the doorframe and brought her hands down to run them through Velouria’s soft, dark hair. Velouria placed one last kiss on Xi’s abdomen and then inserted the collar’s disk into the slot on Xi’s belt. Velouria removed the collar from around her neck. She shook her hair so it fell behind her smooth, clay-colored shoulders. Velouria looked up at Xi with big, brown eyes glowing - her lips full and supple. Xi closed her eyes, lost to the pleasure of light touches, until she realized Velouria was fiddling with the belt’s locking device again. “Hey! That’s not fair,” Xi said playfully. “The collar is beautiful, my dear,” Velouria replied, “but my clients may think I’m strange if I wear it all week regardless of whether we are at dinner or out for a morning walk.” Velouria proceeded to shove the collar into her suitcase. “You know how much money this business deal could be for me. I want everything to be perfect.” “Yeah, but if you’re not wearing the collar then I shouldn’t have to wear the belt.” “My dear, I want you to think of me while I’m gone… and I want you longing for me to come back next week.” Velouria finished zipping up her suitcase. She stood and pressed Xi against the doorframe. “I want you… hot… when I return.” And she placed a kiss on Xi’s lips. “But, you know how distracted it makes me to be locked in the belt… I have a hard time concentrating on my work or… or anything… And, and what if you loose the collar?” “Quiet! …And no more pouting!” Velouria commanded, but she was smiling. “I would never loose such a beautiful treasure. I promise you I’ll protect it with my life.” She kissed Xi once more and then picked up her luggage and headed out the door. “I don’t think I’ll be able to call, so check your email…” Xi’s hands slowly dropped to the belt locked about her waist. “Damn!” She thought to herself. The next day was Saturday and Xi had to work hard to find anything to keep her mind occupied. She spent most of her time checking email, waiting for a message from Velouria. Finally… “Well, I made it. I’ve settled in. Looks like I will be real busy this week, but I think that my chances of making the big sale are really good. Wish me luck! Check the link below. If this site comes up you will know that I’m successful! And don’t worry. Your treasure is safe. Do you miss me? V.” Xi clicked the link. “Error 404 Web Page not found” appeared in the browser window. She refreshed the link a few times but there was no change. “Oh, well. Good luck selling your software,” Xi thought to herself. Velouria owed rent. The week passed slowly for Xi. Whenever she had any free time she would check for an email from Velouria or she would follow the link, which still revealed nothing. The link’s name didn’t even help much. It was just an IP address. She clicked the refresh button again and again. Could she ever love Velouria as much as she had loved Anna? She tried to envision them together years in the future. She saw them shopping for groceries together on a rainy day in the fall. She saw them quietly eating dinner at some generic burger restaurant on a Friday night. She pictured Velouria kissing her good-bye in the morning with a brief case in her hand, her eyes lined with time and hair fading, leaving Xi alone with the laundry for another day, silently waiting, surrounded by the four walls, reaching down hoping to retouch her youth. But in her vision she can’t. Instead there is only a need that screams with the urgency of a kettle on the burner too long slowly expending its vitality with each passing tick of the clock until it melts and folds in on itself… During the nights Xi lay with the sheets pulled down, frustrated and unable to sleep - her fingertips and nails teasing the naked flesh of her abdomen and breasts until chills ripple through her body. She lay thinking of the collar somewhere far away - the key to her chastity belt, so sufficiently locked about her. Finally, on Thursday afternoon when she clicked the link the 404 did not appear. Instead she was automatically forwarded to a second web site which then forwarded her again to a simple web page containing 3 nondescript links. Xi clicked the first. “What the fuck!” Xi whispered. A vibrating hum of fear and anger filled her head and began to obstruct her perception. The link lead to a news article dated the past Monday describing how an ancient artifact had been discovered and was soon to be put up for auction. Experts thought the artifact would bring in record-breaking bids. It then described the artifact as a simple ring of smooth metal with a small disk attached to it by a short chain. There was a picture. It was the collar! This had to be some kind of joke. Xi hit the back button and investigated the second link. Once again it was a short Reuters wire describing how the artifact, now referred to as “Anna’s Key”, had been purchased by an anonymous bidder for $14.6M. Some fancy museum had won the right to display the artifact - a permanent loan. Velouria would pay for this prank. Xi, her hands shaking, clicked back and checked the third link. What she saw made her freeze in horror. The link led to a web cam focused on a display case containing, what was without a doubt, her collar. Xi sat and stared in disbelief at the image. Each minute or so the page updated and a new set of visitors could be seen looking in awe at the beautiful treasure before them. Her hand dropped to her imprisoned sex - grasping the impregnable barrier. The mouse pointer changed momentarily to indicate that she had a new email message. It was from Velouria. Xi hoped that this was the “just kidding!” email that would explain the elaborate details of Velouria’s joke. Quickly, her hopes were dashed. How could she be so fucking stupid to let the collar out her grasp? Tears of frustration formed in her eyes as she read the message. The room became cloudy and she grasped the desk afraid that she might pass out and collapse to the floor. As she read, each word echoed in her head in Velouria’s smooth Latin accent. “Dear, Xi. My sales week has been better than even I imagined. Hopefully you’ve checked the links on the web site by now. Who would have thought that I would be able to get so much for the collar? Wow! I know that you will miss the key, but how could I pass up such an opportunity? I’m glad that the buyers were able to strike a deal with the museum. At least you can still see the collar via web cam from anywhere in the world! “And guess what? This is exciting news! I told the buyers about your half of the treasure too. They said that the belt is certainly worth several times what I got for the collar. But I told them that it is totally up to you whether you want to sell or not. They are EXTREMELY interested. I showed them a picture of you and explained about how you are wearing the belt even now and how it is impossible to remove the belt without the collar. That fact alone increases the belt’s value twofold. We agreed that under no circumstances should anyone ever, ever be allowed to do anything to compromise that value. “They were disappointed that I refused to broker a deal for the belt (and you, of course). But they said that you are able to contact the buyers simply by inquiring at the museum. “Xi, you wouldn’t believe the security that they have surrounding the collar. It’s sealed in a case behind six inches of bulletproof glass. The case is in a room with doors as thick as a bank vault. There are guards and alarms all over the place. The collar is as secure as the Crown Jewels. No one would ever be able to steal it. “Hmmm… I wonder if they would put you in a little glass display case too… “Well, I’ve got some traveling to do. I’ll be thinking of you, Forevergreen, my old lover. On to somewhere near, and far in time! “Velouria “PS. I do have to admit to you though… they did offer me an extra $5M just to give them your address. I will decide whether or not to accept that offer within the hour. It would be a nice little bonus… I’m really so sorry. I’m sure you understand. It’s only business.” “Mm!” Xi jerked awake from the nap she had been taking. Her naked body was covered in sweat. The afternoon breeze no longer blew through the window of her bedroom and the air had become heavy and stagnant. “Another strange dream…” she thought. Vibrations surged though her body with each squeeze of her beating heart. She arched her back in a stretch and slid her hands down her torso - driven there by her rising libido. Xi eyed the wooden trunk half concealed by shadows in the corner of her bedroom. She thought of the belt and collar that lay inside. Anna’s treasures. They were calling her again. She remembered the way that they felt upon her body - the pull and the tingle… Something had awoken within Xi. She felt insatiable and was unsure if it was good or bad. Her dreams were characterized by strange, dark fantasies - frightening and intoxicating at the same time. Xi had not locked the collar or belt upon her body ever since key experiment ended several weeks ago. Perhaps she was a little afraid of them. Was it the strange dreams that fueled her fear? Maybe her fear arose from the fantasy stories that she had recently read on the Internet. Many stories could be found describing a hapless young woman who becomes ensnared in a cruel device of erotic torture because of some magical property of the object or because she did not understand its technology. Xi did not believe that Anna’s belt and collar were “magic” in any way, but they did contain evidence of a superior technology that she did not understand. For example, how could the metal faceplate wick moisture away from her body? Some ceramics had that property, she thought. But did they have the belt’s strength? The collar had somehow tightened its grip on the pole during the two weeks it was locked there. How did that happen and why? How did the locking mechanism work? It did not seem to be a mechanical process. Was it electromagnetic? As a test Xi had placed the belt on top of the TV to see if it would distort the picture or affect the reception of local channels. No effect was apparent. Was there something powering the belt and collar to switch between modes? If so, what was the power source? And, would that power source fail one day? Xi had taken up the practice of locking and unlocking the belt and collar twenty times every morning. Perhaps every transition drained some kind of battery. She would be quite sad if the locking mechanism failed, but it’s best to be cautious. Xi had no idea when she would gain the confidence to once again wear the belt locked about her waist. Eventually… She rolled over to her bedside table and grabbed her journal to record the afternoon’s vivid dream. “Xi! Hello!” Xi turned and looked up the aisle of the market, replacing the small, seedless watermelon on the heap. Red, the bartender from Diamonds, was walking towards her with a basket of groceries hanging from her overly braceleted forearm. Xi felt her face flush in embarrassment. She hoped her gritted teeth might pass as a smile, “Red.” “You!” Red’s black eyes wide, her smile, growing and, Xi felt, decidedly wicked. “You are legendary!” An “oh, god” scratched its way out between the teeth of Xi’s clamped jaw. “People talk about ’the night of the belt’ like it was the Second Coming. People brag about being eyewitnesses. It’s incredible.” “Oh, god… I’m so embarrassed… I think I had a bit too much to drink that night. I’m out of practice, I guess.” “No! Don’t be! You’ve actually started a trend. One woman wore a chastity belt over a set of tights and another… Oh, my god… she just ripped off her clothes and danced all night in a belt and metal, sun-shaped nipple covers. The belt had this humongous padlock that just flopped around…” Xi looked to see how many people might be overhearing their conversation, wishing Red wouldn’t talk so loud. “…I haven’t seen anything as beautiful as yours though.” Red stopped, perhaps waiting for a reply, apparently oblivious to Xi’s enthusiastic look of complete horror. When Xi said nothing, her teeth still clenched, Red went on. “I’m glad I ran in to you though. Someone left a message for you behind the bar. Actually, it was to ’the woman who wore the chastity belt while dancing on stage’. I’m pretty sure that meant you.” “Uh-huh.” “Gentry, she works during the days… she said that a beautiful woman came in and left the message last week some time. I didn’t see her, but Gentry kept saying that she was considering growing a penis after seeing the woman. That means a lot, because Gentry is typically SO not gay. We gave her such a hard time that her boyfriend says that we’re sprinkling dyke dust in her drinks. Anyway, you should come by and pick up the message. Maybe she’s from some modeling agency or something. She left a business card with a name and a company on it… What was the company? cats.com? No… It was cat something dot com…” “cat-box.com?” Xi asked, suddenly interested, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten. “That’s it!” To be continued in Xi - Chapter 7 - Image ...

Mihoshi wiped her forehead as she arrived home from another long day filming for her latest porn flick. Acting under the name " Keiko Kupps “, Mihoshi had a sizable fan club worldwide thanks to her svelte figure and her films ( 60-70 so far ) had been acclaimed by both critics and buyers as adult masterpieces. At one time, she couldn’t go near an adult entertainment store without being mobbed by fans looking for autographs. However, things had turned downwards recently as her last few films had sold about half the amount her previous ones sold at. Mihoshi had overheard her male co-star talking with the director of the one she just filmed of how ’ Keiko isn’t big in the adult film industry and needs to be replaced soon ‘. Judging by the slow nod from the director, it wasn’t just an isolated belief. " Damn these assholes ! I give every ounce of effort I could muster, ignore the fact that half the guys they stuck me with were butt ugly and for what ? They look to dump me without a second thought ! Bastards ! " Mihoshi muttered as she tossed her purse and jacket on a nearby chair before heading over to her answering machine to check for messages. Mihoshi shook her head in disgust as she listened to her messages. One was from the president of her local fan club, which stated that the club was being disbanded due to a lack of interest. Two others were from companies inquiring if she’d like to be the spokeswoman for a new line of adult sex toys they planned on selling. After deleting the messages, the busty Asian beauty settled down in front of her home computer and did a little surfing as well as checked her email. One message asked her to go to a lingerie web site to receive samples of " new " products being offered by the company in question. Most of the others were spam though she was amused by one offering to send her to a site featuring " the hottest sex scenes involving your favorite porn actresses, including Keiko Kupps " . When she glanced at one of the images, Mihoshi noticed with some amusement that someone had put her head on someone else’s body that was pretty obvious to her. 45 or so minutes later, Mihoshi finished her surfing and switched off her computer before heading into the kitchen for a light snack. Suddenly, there was a blinding light that filled the entire room and caused Mihoshi to close her eyes tight in reflex. However, this was not the flash of a thunderbolt or an electrical transformer as it seemed to last for what seemed like an eternity. Several times, the dark haired beauty parted her fingers to see if the light faded only to close them tight when it was apparent it hadn’t. Mihoshi was about to head into her bedroom, where the shades were drawn, when the light faded out completely and there was nothing but blue sky outside the Asian woman’s house. She stood completely still for a minute or so to let her eyes adjust as well make sure she wasn’t suffering any other effects. After making sure she didn’t feel any after effects, Mihoshi headed to her bedroom to disrobe and take a nice, long bath. A short time later, with steam filling the bathroom and several lit scented candles around the edges of an oversized bathtub, Mihoshi settled back and let the water wash away the day’s troubles. As the dark haired beauty settled back in the water, she noticed her body seemed to react with the bath salts in a far more profound effect than before. “Ooooh….these new bath salts must be something new on the market. My skin feels tingly all over and especially around my boobs and pussy. Mmmmm…. " Mihoshi murmured as she ran her bath sponge over her lithe body. She spent her time bathing mulling over what her future in the films should be and if it was too late to crossover to mainstream movies. About forty or so minutes later, the dark haired woman stepped out of the tub and after drying herself off vigorously, Mihoshi wrapped a large white towel around her body and headed for a good night’s sleep. When she was putting on her nightie and went to lie down, she thought she heard a faint squeaking sound as she stepped near her queen sized bed. Looking down, she realized that she stepped on a latex catsuit she had brought home from the recent filming of the film ’ Latex Fucking ’ and had forgotten to put it away. Tossing the outfit onto a nearby chair, Mihoshi slipped under her bed covers and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Strangely, her dreams that night seemed much more vivid and erotic than in past ones. In her visions, she seemed to be wandering a brightly lit store in the nude looking for something or someone. Suddenly, a man grabs her around the waist from behind and she suddenly stops moving altogether. The man ( who seems to be faceless in the dream) ran his hands all over her body while Mihoshi remained motionless with nothing but lust and desire running through her over and over. At this point, Mihoshi would have been writhing in her bed in response to her subconscious but she remained still and didn’t move a single inch in any way as her mind continued to be awash in highly erotic images. Next morning……. Mihoshi awake with the sound of her alarm clock going off and her answering machine beeping in the living room. Feeling a little bit stiff ( which wasn’t unusual considering the vigorous activities she took part in the day before), Mihoshi laid for a minute in her bed until she got her bearings. One thing she noticed was that she woke up lying flat on her back and not on her side like she normally was after a good night’s sleep. “Mmmmm…… I haven’t felt this stiff since my early days when I filmed all day and partied all night. Ah, to have that energy again, " Mihoshi murmured as she rolled out of bed and made her way to her closet to dress for the day. As she slipped on a red tube top with white panties and blue leather shorts, she noticed her stiffness wasn’t disappearing as it normally did when she started her day. Stranger still, she noticed there were patches of her arms and legs that looked much smoother than the rest of her body and when she reached over and gently pinched one of the areas with her right hand, it sent a jolt of pure erotic pleasure through her entire body. " Oooohhh…. that is weird….. " the brunette said as she felt her knees almost buckle in response to the intense feeling she was experiencing. Mihoshi slowly made her way to the kitchen where she poured herself a cup of coffee before heading to the living room to see what was on the morning TV news programs. Flicking on the set and settling back, she was a little surprised to learn last night’s event was the lead item on the broadcasts. “…..although the effects of the light show have yet to be determined for certain, a few facts are starting to come in which seem to coincide with the lights everybody witnessed. For starters, there has been a large jump in sick days being called in by women from the ages 19-49 wherever the lights were most visible. The sick who took the day off reported no specific symptoms other than dizziness, a general feeling of stiffness and emotional mood swings, " the woman anchor said with a smile. CLICK !! " …..scientists do not believe there is any serious long term effects to the general population although there are a few who believe that some may suffer effects yet to be determined. However, these skeptics are being dismissed by the rest of the scientific community, " the news anchor said before turning towards the weatherman. CLICK !! " ……..on a lighter side that may or may not be related to the dazzling light display last night, people in the cosmetic surgery trade are noticing a larger than normal cancellation of appointments by women this morning and afternoon. I guess, Jack, after last night’s event, women looked at themselves in a new light, " the woman anchor said, who seemed almost to be glowing in cheerfulness. Mihoshi clicked off the TV and sat back on the couch a little perplexed by what she heard. She WAS feeling a little light headed herself not to mention the odd look to her skin. She decided that she would take the day off from work and call her doctor for an appointment. Leaning over for her cell phone, the brunette dialed the number for Doctor Janice Lester, her physician for five years and a woman who always listened to her complaints no matter how trivial they were. To her surprise, Mihoshi heard an automated message saying the doctor was ill and she wouldn’t be taking any new appointments in the near future. Flummoxed, she closed her cell phone up and put it on her waist. " Hmmm…that’s strange. Well, if it gets any worse, I suppose I can visit an outpatients clinic or something like that. Right now, I think I’ll fix myself something to eat and let the film crew know about my plans, " the brunette muttered as she put her hands on the couch and prepared to pull herself to her feet. To her surprise, it took Mihoshi a minute or two to stand up as her arms felt far weaker than normal. She walked slowly over to her fridge and, opening it up, looked around for a few minutes for something to eat. Strangely, her appetite seemed to be rapidly dissipating and she settled for a bottle of spring water for now. Wandering over slowly to her bedroom, Mihoshi was about to take a sip of water when her cell phone started ringing. Putting her bottle down, she flipped open the phone once again and found that the caller was Jack Jackson, the director of her next film ( though she suspected that wasn’t his real name as many in the adult industry used stage names). He told Mihoshi that the shooting for the film scheduled that day had been suspended temporarily as most of the female crew members and actresses had called in sick. Jack went on to say that he would be coming by to visit her later that evening if she didn’t have any plans already. As it happened, Mihoshi had planned to go see a movie that night with some friends but the thought of Jack seeing her that night seemed to trigger an intense feeling of pleasure throughout her entire body. She quickly agreed to see Jack later on and after a few minutes of chatting about the business and other things, she said goodbye and hung up. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Mihoshi glanced at a dildo she kept on top of a chest for nights when she felt a little on the horny side. As she mentally flashed back to the chat she just had with Jack while looking at the sex toy she had in her hand, a desire for sexual pleasure seemed to overwhelm her conscious thought. Without a moment’s hesitation, the buxom Asian quickly stripped off the clothes she had put on just a short while ago and, grasping hold of the dildo, laid back on the bed with a dreamy expression on her face. Bringing the dildo up to her mouth, Mihoshi started to lick the end of the sex toy with her tongue for several seconds before plunging it into her mouth. Her whole body twitched and writhed as she closed her eyes in extreme satisfaction. After thirty or so seconds, she had a mental vision of the man from her previous night’s dream who was again having sex with her but this time he was filling her mouth with his rigid member. " Mmmmm…. this feels so good….. " Mihoshi thought as her body started to writhe in pleasure as she pulled the dildo slowly in and out of her mouth. After several minutes of sucking greedily on the sex toy with her lips and tongue, the busty brunette pulled out the dildo with a faint POP ! audible in the room. With her eyes half closed as she reveled in the sensations going through her body, Mihoshi slowly lowered the sex toy downwards until it was just touching the edges of her pussy. She then lifted her trembling hand upwards before plunging the dildo into her hot box much like she had dreamed her invisible lover doing previously. Some time later, with her body slick with sweat from pleasuring herself, Mihoshi thought she heard a faint ringing noise echoing through her bedroom. Partially awaking from the light sleep she had fallen into, she realized the ringing was, in fact, her doorbell ringing repeatedly. Groggily looking over at her alarm clock, Mihoshi realized that her visitor must be Jack and that she must have been lying in bed for several hours. " Darn it !…. uhhh…. this has been one bad day to say the least….. " the busty woman said as she stiffly rolled out of bed. Throwing a robe as quick as she could, Mihoshi slowly made her way to the door and opened it. As she figured, it was Jack, carrying a fairly large bottle of wine in his right hand and a look of consternation on his face from waiting. After apologizing profusely to Jack for the delay in answering the door, Mihoshi asked her visitor to take a seat on the living room couch while she finished dressing. When she went back to her room and started getting out her clothes, she decided, for some strange reason, not to wear any lingerie under her clothes. For some reason that she couldn’t explain, it just felt better to her to wear less over her body. She quickly slipped on a pair of black leather shorts and a red latex tube top that seemed to emphasize the odd squeaking that she had heard before. After putting on a pair of silver high heels that were at least eight inches in length, Mihoshi looked at herself and put on a fresh application of make-up. Strangely, when she pursed her mouth into an O shape while applying her lipstick, Mihoshi left her mouth in that position for several seconds after applying a glossy coat to it. Normally, this would have struck her as odd but, at the present, it seemed so right and proper. " Mihoshi ? Are you having any problems getting dressed ? " Jack called out from the living room, which jolted Mihoshi from her daydreaming state. She quickly finished her preparations and made her way out to the living room flashing a brilliant smile as she sat down next to her guest. Jack’s obvious annoyance quickly faded away upon seeing Mihoshi’s appearance. Although he had seen his host more than once naked and writhing on a bed when before a camera, there was something about her look that night that seemed to beg any man to comfort, care and make wild passionate love with. When she sidled up close enough to him that her leg came in contact with his, Jack’s face reddened quite noticeably. From Mihoshi’s perspective, the contact seemed to both relax and excite her at the same time. The dreams she had been having previously seemed to be coming back to her all at once only this time it was Jack, instead of some faceless stranger, who was holding her and having wild sex with her. The brunette pressed her body even closer to her flustered guest so that her right tit was rubbing against Jack’s shoulder. " Ummmm….. are you ok, Mihoshi ? I visited Diane and Tanya before coming here tonight as they called in sick today like you did. They seemed to be acting a little strange as…. uh…. you are right now. In fact, they seemed to have forgotten that I’m a married man. Uhhhh…you remember, don’t you, Mihoshi ? " Jack said looking into Mihoshi’s face, which seemed to be begging him to kiss her. " Yeah… sure… I remember whatever you want me to remember, " Mihoshi rasped as she grasped her top with her left hand and pulled down on it causing her left breast to pop free with an audible squeak as it did so. " Well, I think I better get going before things get out of hand. Call me, Mihoshi, when you’re feeling better or if you need…. umm… better not call me. I’ll call you instead, " Jack said as he abruptly stood up and hurried to the door. His gait was slightly slowed by an erection boldly showing through his pants that indicated Mihoshi’s bold flirting was indeed having an effect on him. " Yes, I need you…. I need you to make love to me ! Fuck me ! " Mihoshi called out stretching out on the couch and pulling down her top fully with her hand. When she heard the door to her home close a second later, the brunette realized her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, the brunette stared at the wall opposite her for several long minutes as the passion and erotic excitement seemed to slowly ebb out of her. As the sexual heat she was feeling subsided, Mihoshi’s mind started to clear and she realized what her actions had been like. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she realized what her actions must have looked like to Jack and anyone else she might have encountered but couldn’t remember. Looking down at her naked bosoms, Mihoshi noticed that the odd shiny patches she had seen in the morning had spread onto both her boobs and were growing larger in size. As well, there was what looked like thin lines starting to around both her breasts as well as along her upper thighs. Shaking her head as she tried to stand up, Mihoshi found that her limbs were even stiffer than she remembered before. She discovered that her legs, once they straightened out, seemed to bend again only with some difficulty. Likewise, Mihoshi’s arms seemed to be comfortable when they were bent at 45 degree angles and it took her quite a bit of effort to unbend them. " What the hell is happening to me ? It’s like my body is changing right to down the core and there’s nothing I can do about it ! " she murmured as she slowly walked into the kitchen area to get a bite to eat. After a few minutes of looking through the shelves, Mihoshi decided she wasn’t hungry and it was time to go to sleep for the night even though it was only 9 pm. Heading into the bedroom, she quickly removed her shoes, shorts and top ( well, as fast as she could given her condition ) before lying down once again on her bed. As she drifted quickly into sleep, Mihoshi slowly spread her legs wide apart in a V shape, bent her arms sharply at the elbows with the forearms pointing up at the ceiling and her mouth opened into a sensuous ovular shape much like she did before. She remained absolutely still for the rest of the night with her legs and lower torso occasionally twitching and contorting. Next morning……. Mihoshi woke up somewhat groggily to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She reached over and turned the clock with her right hand and, in the process, almost completely tumbled out of bed. It was at that point she looked down at her nude body ( she hadn’t bothered to wear anything at all to bed the night before) and discovered her condition was much worse in the hours she had spent sleeping. There were now what appeared to be seams visible along her arms and legs as well as under her breasts as if her body was made of pieces of latex or rubber sewn together by an industrial machine. She also felt much lighter than before which explained why she almost tumbled out of bed. Finally, it seemed that the glossy artificial patches had grown and spread to about 75 % of her body. Mihoshi pinched and poked the areas like she had done before and found the sensations were even stronger than before. Oddly, however, she found that her pussy was staying much dryer than before despite the erotic feelings. After several minutes of pleasuring herself, Mihoshi stood up and made her way out to the living room. She was completely nude and the thought of putting on clothes or a robe didn’t even dawn on her that morning. Gingerly, and somewhat clumsily, she picked up the TV remote and, after several seconds of just standing and staring into space as if she had forgot how to use it, turned the television on. “….confirmed that the light sources seen in the sky originated from Canada but were not a natural phenomenon. According to the Pentagon, the lights are some sort of a weapon that was being developed by Canadian researchers that was released by mistake over US air space. The lights trigger what is now being labeled as CDS, or Canadian Doll Syndrome, in certain women of a specific age and physique. The affected women change on a molecular level from normal to artificial, inanimate love dolls that look very realistic in every way. Although scientists disagree how long the process takes, most view it as taking no more than 24-48 hours. If any woman watching this has the follow symptoms, please call the phone number immediately below it. Government workers will be sent immediately to your home to help you, " the news commentator said before the appropriate text and number flashed on the screen Mihoshi dropped the remote to the ground as she realized that she was afflicted with CDS. Turning around as rapid as she could, she staggered towards the area where she kept her phone. Frantically punching the number into her cell phone, Mihoshi rested against the wall while she waited to be connected to a medical personnel. Long, agonizing seconds ticked by during which she felt her arms growing weaker rapidly. She rested her left arm on the ledge and let her right arm with the cell phone in it dangle by her side. " Hello, CDS Support here. Can I have your name and number ? Hello ? Hello ? " a voice on the cell phone said in a loud voice. Mihoshi tried to raise the cell phone up to answer but found her arm, as well as the rest of her body, was now totally unresponsive. She tried to yell out her information but found her voice had deserted her as well. With her last bit of flexibility, she turned her head towards the TV where she saw someone standing outside what looked like an apartment building talking about " the weird stuff going on ‘round here “. In the background, she saw five or six officials leaving the building carrying what looked like cardboard boxes. " Oooooohhhh!!!!….. " Mihoshi thought as she felt the final stages of CDS sweep through her body. Her pussy formed into a round opening with the interior becoming a smooth, rubber sac. She felt her anus shift upwards before becoming the same type of opening as her pussy. Her breasts fully changed to twin mounds of firm latex capped by bright pink nipples and areolas while swelling outwards by at least one cup size. The seams she had seen before became more pronounced than before all over her body. The brunette’s head seemed to slightly swell as it swept into that area with her mouth twitching and contorting into a seductive O mouth with the teeth and tongue melting away as the interior formed a smooth area to be probed by dick, tongue or sex toy. Mihoshi’s eyes, full of bewilderment and fright, glazed over to a look of eternal lust as they became nothing more than painted features. ...

Rebecca shook herself slightly as she woke up after a delightful night’s sleep. She was availing herself a weekend in the country to give herself some time away from her boyfriend Marty and the problems that had cropped up It seemed that Marty, who had seemed to be a squeaky clean early 40’s man that owned several large companies in the US and Canada, had a wife and two adult children. Rebecca had discovered Marty’s secret when she was surfing the internet one day and came across a file picture at a newspaper website that showed Marty’s family at a company Christmas party. When confronted by Rebecca, Marty first tried to deny the accusation but after Rebecca produced a copy she had printed of the family picture she had seen, he quickly changed his tune. He reassured the red-haired woman that his marriage was one in name only and it would be ending for good within the next six months or so. In the mean time, Marty told his lover to avoid him as much as possible while in public and, as a way of apologizing, invited to spend the weekend with him at a company owned cabin. He told Rebecca that it would be just the two of them and it would be a weekend they would never forget. “As nice as this weekend might turn out, if Marty thinks he’s going to smooth things over with a weekend in the country, he’s in for a rude surprise!” Rebecca thought to herself as she slipped on a robe and made her to the cabin’s patio. Marty had driven into the town located twenty or so miles from the cabin for some supplies and to check his email leaving Rebecca to do as she pleased. Looking out over the balcony of the patio, she admired the view of the dense forest surrounding the cabin in the valley below along with the sight of what looked to be a pristine lake unspoiled by boats or human touches. “Ya know, maybe I will forgive Marty for his deception…… if he can arrange for me to own a place like this…. heh……….” Rebecca muttered out loud. She was going to walk down the stairs and take a walk around the backyard when she heard a knock on the door. When she answered the knock, she found a dark haired woman wearing a blue bikini top and white shorts. The mid 30’s woman had a physique that would cause most men to stop and stare in unabashed lust and even caused Rebecca to momentarily lose her focus. “Hi! You must be Rebecca. My name is Janice Coulter and I’m staying at a cabin just down the road. Marty asked me to stop by and say hello to you when I got a chance. I must say, you’re even more beautiful than what he described,” the woman said enthusiastically. Rebecca blushed and stammered a thank you before asking her visitor to step inside for a drink. After pouring the two of them a couple of ice tea drinks, Rebecca joined her guest in the living room area. The two chatted about various activities in the area for ten minutes or so before Janice abruptly stood up and walked over near the patio doors. Puzzled, Rebecca remained silent as she waited for her guest to say something but when she heard a loud sigh emanate from Janice, she became a little concerned. “Is there something bothering you, Janice? You’ve gotten real quiet all of a sudden,” Rebecca said with a note of concern evident in her voice. “I……I…… it’s just…… I guess…. I’m sorry,” Janice replied sadly. “Sorry? I don’t understand. What are you sorry for?” Rebecca said softly, trying to comprehend her guest’s melancholy. “I’m sorry that I have to do this!!!” Janice exclaimed even as she whirled and pointed her right hand in Rebecca’s direction. Almost immediately, a bolt of blue and silver energy flowed from her hand and struck Rebecca square in the chest resulting in her instant immobilization! “Janice!! Janice, what’s going on? Why can’t I move? What did you do to me? Janice, answer me!!!” Rebecca exclaimed as she tried to coax her body to move even a little bit but it remained rigid and stiff. “Now, now, don’t get too excited, Rebecca. If you continue screaming and yelling, I’ll remove your ability to talk and this conversation will become rather one sided in a hurry,” Janice replied calmly as she took a seat on a couch opposite the immobile woman. “What the heck are you talking about? Look, I don’t know if you think this is some sort of bizarre joke that you and Marty have thought up but I don’t think this is one bit funny! Let me go!” Rebecca replied in a voice that was lower in volume but as defiant as before. “Sorry but I can’t do that, sweetie. You see, I was hired by your boyfriend a short while ago to take care of you quietly before you openly disrupted his personal life. As to how I managed to immobilize you, I suppose I can tell you now that I’m not a normal human being like you and the others living on this planet. I am, in fact, a witch and practitioner of black magic for the last four centuries or so. Going by the rankings set down by the Grand Council of Witches, I have attained 14th level proficiency in the art of immobilization and general paralysis. As you might guess, that means that if I want to keep someone from moving, I can,” Janice said smoothly while leaning over and glancing at the cover of one of magazines on the table in front of her. “But…. but I don’t understand. How would he contact you? Why would he need the services of a witch? Please, let me go! I’ll pay you double whatever Marty is giving you!” Rebecca pleaded in a voice that seemed to be on the verge of breaking into hysteria at any minute. “Shhhhhh!! Marty got hold of me through a friend of friend of mine. I don’t dabble often in the affairs of mere mortals but his request had a certain level of nastiness to it that I found appealing. You see, he wants you out of the way permanently, but leaving no clues for police or other people to trace back to him. The only way that can be done with any kind of certainty is by transformed you into something that is inanimate in nature but wouldn’t be considered out of the ordinary in appearance. In short, you’ll be transformed into an inflatable blow-up doll. Marty will have you from now on as a latex and rubber fuck toy to enjoy at his leisure. I know it’s something you might not like but, hey, that’s just the breaks in life, " Janice said as she briefly waved her right hand while talking. Rebecca watched as a colorfully decorated cardboard box appeared in the witch’s right hand. To her silent dismay, she saw that the cover of the box showed a picture of herself, posed naked in a sultry pose, with smaller pictures of herself as a love doll adorning the corners. RAUNCHY REBECCA appeared in big red letters on the top of the box with other obscene phrases written on the sides and bottom of the cover. “Sorry to say this, honey, but I’m in a bit of rush today as I have a BBQ to get ready for so we’ll have to wrap this up. Do you have any final words before you join the land of latex, rubber and other artificial substances?” Janice said as she glanced at her wristwatch in an impatient manner. “I….. I guess I only have to say at this point. When you plan to trap and transform a target, you might want to check into their background a bit more. SHAZZAKAZAMM!!!!” Rebecca cried out before her body was surrounded by a sphere of black energy that obscured her form completely. Before Janice could react, the energy crackled loudly for several seconds before fading away. When it did, the witch saw that Rebecca was no longer standing in the room and there was no indication where she had gone. Realizing that this was turning out to be far more difficult than she planned on, Janice started to plan on a more offensive strategy than what she had anticipated. “You see, dear Janice, that if a thorough background check had been carried out by you prior to today, you might have found that Rebecca Masters was more than just a friend and romantic fling for Marty. You have discovered that your target was, in reality, herself a witch of some repute and thus one not so easily trapped by a low level spell, even one as expertly cast as your was,” the voice of Rebecca called out, though Janice was unable to place where it was coming from. Glancing nervously from side to side, Janice walked around the couch and peered out to the patio to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one, she had just turned her attention back to the living room when a large, purple haired fist whizzed by her head and slammed into the wall behind her. “One thing that I’m surprised at is you don’t have a ‘friend’ you can summon if you feel threatened by a rival witch. Janice, say hello to Cuddles,” Rebecca yelled out as Janice’s opponent turned and stared at the behemoth behind her. The witch saw what looked like a ten foot tall monster covered head to toe in purple fur with a crazed look of rage evident in its three eyes. The six fingered hands of the brute seemed to have letters tattooed on the knuckles with the word ROMPER visible on its left hand and ROOM on the right hand. Perhaps the scariest aspect of the monster, from Janice’s perspective, was the fact that Cuddle’s gaping maw, with three rows of jagged teeth, looked large enough to swallow her whole and several other items as well. “ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!” Cuddles bellowed as it took a menacing step towards its target. However, just as the monstrous brute was about to grab Janice’s head with it’s right hand, the witch waved her hands in a flurry while muttering several words in a language that seemed to be a hybrid of ancient Egyptian and Greek. In the blink of an eye, Cuddles was surrounded by an orange and purple aura and the brute froze in mid motion. Thankful that she was able to remember an old time freeze spell at the last moment, Janice carefully sidled around the stilled monster and continued to look for her quarry Rebecca. Walking into the kitchen, she saw what looked to be a cute little white-furred rabbit sitting by the back door next to the coat rack. “One other thing I should also mention is that highly skilled witches usually have more than one ‘friend ’ with them, especially if they sense something might go wrong. Fluffy is my other associate and I think you’ll find that he’s just as fierce as Cuddles. In fact, he even was a stunt double in a British comedy movie back in the 70’s. Have fun!” Rebecca called out from her unknown location. “What could a cute little bunny do to me that is worse than Cuddles back in the living room? It’s not like it could….. YEOOOWWW!!!!” Janice thought briefly before suddenly throwing herself to the left as the bunny hurled itself in the air towards her. Hitting the floor hard, Janice looked behind her to see that the bunny had bit through one of the kitchen table’s legs with a single bite and the table crashed awkwardly to the floor as a result. Fortunately for Janice, she had dealt with this type of attack in the past as well as just a few minutes ago and had a spell prepared for the menacing bunny. When Fluffy launched itself into the air with an intent to rip Janice’s throat out with its razor sharp front teeth, the witch zapped it in mid air with the prepared incantation. With a bright blue and red flash of light, the harmful hare fell to the floor with a quiet PLOP! and remained there. Laughing out loud, Janice picked up what was now a stuffed animal that one might find inside a baby’s playpen. “If your associates are an indication of how strong you are at spell casting, you might as well get used to spending the rest of your days inside a cardboard box, my dear. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and Marty will keep you inflated and fucked regularly,” Janice called out to her unseen opponent. However, for now, Rebecca chose to be silent and remained out of sight. “What’s the matter, Rebecca? Are you scared to face me without your big, bad friends to protect you? If you show your face now, I might even alter the spell so you’ll resemble one of those ultra realistic silicone love dolls instead of a cheap synthetic blow-up dolly you’d buy for under 20 bucks at a skid row shop,” Janice exclaimed loudly as she walked slowly back to the living room. Passing the immobilized Cuddles, Janice glanced around the room tentatively but saw no sign of her quarry. The witch was so focused on her search that she didn’t notice her right foot was sagging into the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. By the time she realized something was amiss, both of her feet had sunk deep into the rug and Janice found herself unable to move at all! “What the hell??!!!” Janice yelled out as she found herself continuing to sink into the rug. She attempted to cast an incantation to raise herself upwards several feet off the rug but found that her spell provided nothing save an odd pink and red glow around her hands. “Tsk, tsk, Janice. You spent all those years learning the spells necessary for 14th level and you never thought to learn spells outside of immobilization and general paralysis. For all your big words and bravado, a simple first level trap incantation - with a few modifications - was enough to catch and render you helpless,” Rebecca said as she suddenly materialized in the far corner of the room. “I’m not helpless! In a couple of seconds, I’ll, uh, figure out a counter spell to this and, ohhh, ummmm, get, …..ohhhh…..uhhh…..uhhhh?,” Janice replied before her defiance seemed to dissipate as she sunk further into the rug and an odd look of pleasure appeared on her face. “Hmmmm? What’s that? Are you having trouble figuring a way out of this trap? It could be that the ‘rug’ you stumbled into does more than paralyze your lower body and inhibit your spell casting abilities. You see, when you told me of your little plan for me, I figured that something along those lines would be perfect for you. Of course, I’ve added my own little touches that I’ve learned as a 17th level master of immobilization and head witch of the transformation practitioners. I think you’ll appreciate them in some lasting way,” Rebecca chided her immobilized opponent as she watched the woman sink slowly out of sight. From Janice’s perspective, she thought she was going to drown in the carpet fibers as she sank rapidly into the rug. The last thing she saw before she completely disappeared from sight was Rebecca’s smirking face before she found herself completely surrounded in a sea of white. Oddly, there was also a strange feeling starting to creep into her conscious mind that made her feel like she was mired in a bubble bath. However, when she glanced downwards with her eyes, she saw something that would have caused her to gasp out loud if she was capable of talking at this point. ...

My new years resolution was to get more exercise and to that end I decided to start to walk to work, well at least part way to work as I still had a month metro card so I could jump on and off busses and subway if my feet got tired. And the types of shoes I loved certainly had their disadvantages and a long walk was on of them. I wasn’t committed yet to ruining my carefully honed ensemble either with the sneakers to work thing that so many women do in the city. ...

Tied tight was what he had ask for and that’s just what he had gotten from Mistress. He was standing at the foot of the bed. His arms cuffed behind him. Rope wrapped around his elbows pulling his arms tight together. A spreader bar held his legs open. More rope was wrapped around his legs up to his hips sealing him to the bed frame. He was gagged with a ball gag pulled tight behind his head. A blindfold covered his eyes and ear plugs make it hard to hear. A leather hood was pulled over all this and laced up behind his head forcing the gag tighter into his mouth. A clothes hanger with clips is attached to his nipples and a rope pulls it to the head of the bed. It was pulled tight pulling his nipples out toward the head of the bed. ...

(story continues from His Fantasy Come True 4) This story is a fantasy I have had for a very long time. It is something I have wanted to make come true but have no idea how to go about it. I thought I would share it with you, the readers and see if any of you have any ideas or if anyone out there in the Denver Colorado area would be interested in having a slave for a week? Please contact me a [email protected]. I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. The story is five parts, this is part 5. ...

(story continues from Mystery) Part Two He knelt there. Face in the corner. He always knew it would come to this. Still though knowing and experiencing were two different beasts all together. Surprisingly he was not as uncomfortable as he had thought he would be. His pride grabbed a-hold of him then and he glances around without removing his forehead from the wall. He found it rather odd how she had stuffed animals built up on the corner of her bed here in this corner. He smirked slightly. That was just one of those things he loved about her. She had that true predatory streak in her you knew you had not dare awaken let alone cross. And yet instead of pulling a carcass of some defeated beast into the trees with her, eww, she made her own form of little nest. ...

I had thought of everything, I was very thorough in my preparations. The dumpster would be delivered on Thursday afternoon, and would stay till Wednesday evening, around 3:00-4:00pm. I would have time to play my games inside the dumpster all that time. I had gone to the store and gotten 55 gallon trashcan liners, the heavy reinforced ones, two boxes. My house was full of old things to throw out, but I took the last four months looking for garbage that I could stuff into the dumpster and not get hurt by. ...

As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement continues to mount. It’s been months since I was reduced to this size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I’ve spent as your tiny plaything has been wonderful. I’m not sure what I’ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful experiences… standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly washing me away down the drain… laying on the floor while you played with my helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would just step on me and crush me into goo… the entire days I’ve spent trapped inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom, and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful. ...

As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement continues to mount. It’s been months since I was reduced to this size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I’ve spent as your tiny plaything has been wonderful. I’m not sure what I’ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful experiences… standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly washing me away down the drain… laying on the floor while you played with my helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would just step on me and crush me into goo… the entire days I’ve spent trapped inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom, and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful. ...

The trouble with day dreaming is it becomes a sort of way of life, and not only a way of life it starts to take over all your spare time. Recently I decided I would go to a part time college class to learn woodwork. OK I can hear you saying that’s not very lady like, well I do have odd jobs around my house and usually end up having to get a man in to fix them, Then after watching him I decide I could have done that, and anyway my landlord Len is the wood work teacher at the college and is always encouraging her to pop along. ...

I was amazed at last I had a decent job, for ages I had applied for every job in the local paper, but they always found one excuse after another for saying, “Sorry you are not suitable.” or “Oh so sorry the vacancy has just been filled.” I had applied at the North Wales Research Institute for Advanced Bionics for the position of security guard working nights, I was told at the interview the plant was mass producing and making simple machines to do simple jobs automatically for homes all around the world, it seemed ok to me. ...

I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out. ...

Since the divorce, I had lived by myself, in a small English town not too far from London. Nearby was a huge forestry commission forest, with some areas of ordinary coniferous trees. I have always been into bondage but the nice thing about self-bondage is that it avoids all the complications of partners! That weekend, I had two days to myself. I’m 32, blonde, with a nice figure (34DD), 112lbs on a 5’3” frame. I shave very carefully all over. ...

This is an account of a selfbondage scene I did about one year ago. All of this is true and factual, and this was a very intense scene. I will recall all the details that I can. Ever since reading a story that involved an enema during a selfbondage scene, I wanted to try it. The story was of a female who had much more equipment than I, but I knew that I could do it and make it work. ...