This story contains scenes that may disturb some readers Kerry Ann had inherited the butchers’ business from her mother. She had never known her father, her mother had said that he was delicious. She lived in a wooded area outside of town, across from the old cemetery. The old cemetery was full so the town built a newer one across town. Why they didn’t expand this one she didn’t know or care. ...

Part One Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman, which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain. ...

(story continues from Ian’s Discovery 2) Author’s Note: This is a piece of fiction. Neither the Author or the webmaster can take any responsibility for anyone who tries to copy or act out the ideas contained in it. Caution should be taken if experimenting with “Golden Showers”, “Brown Showers” or even Enemas. If such topics offend you please do not read this story. Part Three Having worked out how to tie up Kiersty, his wife, so that she could not escape, Ian had thought his problems were over. He was wrong. Kiersty was now pestering him to tie her up all the time. She had made it clear from the start that sex was not the main motivation. Bondage excited her, just the feeling of being tied up was enough. Having confirmed that she could not escape she now wanted to test her endurance. No matter what he did she was determined that she would not have to give in. ...

Just a little thing I dreamed up… I tried the same door I’ve tried every day since I’ve been staying in this big old house. The knob didn’t turn but the door wasn’t shut tight. One quick shove and it opened. I guess my hostess didn’t pull the door tight when she left this morning. I figure she won’t be back for another four hours so I might as well take a quick peek. ...

Jack woke up in a daze. He felt as though he had been drugged, and was having trouble focusing his thoughts. As his head started to clear, he tried to sit up and felt the bed on which he was resting. It felt cool and slippery. As he examined it he realized it was rubber, and that brought his memory flooding back. The last thing he remembered before passing out was the two rubber clad girls in the bar. ...

I have been an avid rubber fan for 5 yrs now. I like rubber and bondage. Two things go together like peanut butter and jelly. I fell asleep after a hard day’s work. I started to dream about my fetishes together. I was in this dark basement. It ensembles like a dungeon. I woke up from my stupor. I found myself strapped to a chair. A dark figure walks in. The figure was 6’4 about 200 lbs, all muscles, covered head to toe in black rubber. The only things I could see were his blue eyes and lips. He walked over to me and looked at me. This mysterious rubber figure started to cut my clothes off me, forcing my body to be totally naked. ...

As she went down the street, Tiffany got several shocked looks from people around her. As far as she remembered, crowded sidewalks never used to be like that. Normally, on her way to work, the sidewalks were crowded but people still managed to go about without actually having to hustle their way through the crowd. These days, she seemed like a magnet to all those people, there was plenty of space on the sidewalk but people looked like they were all converging on her position. Everyone was brushing her sides, some actually grasping at her arms, wanting to touch her skin. Some smiled, some looked unsure of what to think of her. Those that grasped her arms were surprised to find their fingers easily cleaving into her skin, as if they realized she didn’t seem to have any bones to speak of. No one had the exact same reaction, but every single person she met had one. ...

#10 Andreabound Between the Trees – Part One With all my recent building work, I hadn’t been able to find time to get out into the woods for an outdoors bondage adventure. I decided this was long overdue and that at the first opportunity I would put it right. Continuing the theme of the inquisition of the innocent girl accused of witchcraft, I wanted the new adventure to be set in the appropriate period. I was also ready to risk a little more in my outdoor exploration so I decided to make this a nude scenario. ...

Hi – one of my online names is Stephanie_CD, and as you can probably guess, I’m a cross-dresser. Then again, sometimes I’m a transvestite complete with wig and makeup. Of course, since crossdressing doesn’t come up that often in casual conversation, it’s not something that many people know about. As a matter of fact, bondage and self-bondage seldom come up in casual conversation either, so few know about THAT side of me, either! Occasionally, I combine the two activities, and I decided to relate something from last week in the hopes that others might enjoy it or get some ideas from it._ ...

Hi – one of my online names is Stephanie_CD, and as you can probably guess, I’m a cross-dresser. Then again, sometimes I’m a transvestite complete with wig and makeup. Of course, since crossdressing doesn’t come up that often in casual conversation, it’s not something that many people know about. As a matter of fact, bondage and self-bondage seldom come up in casual conversation either, so few know about THAT side of me, either! Occasionally, I combine the two activities, and I decided to relate something from last week in the hopes that others might enjoy it or get some ideas from it._ ...

So I am stuck once more. All because I though I was clever and had planned for every eventuality. I had gone to a party with my wife. Some weeks prior to that we had been talking about our bar manageress! She was an awful cow who not many really liked. She was efficient at her job, but a real jobs worth! She had her friends and that was it, nobody mattered. ...

Feedback welcome. The nature of this story is fantasy. Do not try anything in this story at home. Any resemblance of the characters in this story to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. It all started so simply. Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more than actual sex. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good. ...

Part One I’m a guy with my very own great pair of tits. For whatever reason, Mother Nature decided to bless me with- in addition to the normal body and genitalia of a man- a round, high pair of breasts and sensitive nipples. I’m not an expert in the human anatomy, but part of it is genetic, inherited. My ‘anatomic extras’ developed in high school. Locker rooms were torture and my social life was nonexistent because I couldn’t bear the thought of getting naked and exposing my breasts to a girl, and that’s how I ended up a 36-year-old virgin on the south side of Milwaukee. ...

Part Three Naturally, having been blessed with such a playtime gift as my boobs, bras are a favorite toy and adornment, and since I’ve gotten entangled in the web of bondage, breast bondage came naturally. I decided, while playing with a collection of my toys and a length of rope, to weave a ‘bondage bra’ for myself. While browsing through the assorted sleazy magazines through which an unattached male usually winds up browsing, I’d seen pictures of babes with their tits bound, with varying degrees of stringency and/or realism. (Usually very bosomy babes- who’s interested in looking at pictures of flat-chested babes with their tits bound?) The worst (which wasn’t exactly miserable) showed a big-boobed bimbo with two ropes draped loosely around her chest, and the best showed serious loving bondage which showcased the lady’s bound breasts. I always read the stories that came with them, which usually described in erotic detail how they dreaded and loved the experience of being bound, and how the bondage made her breasts feel. ...

Desmond Hamilton was fairly wealthy. Not quite a millionaire, but well on the way to it. He had a lovely wife, Nichole, a nice house, a Jaguar car. What more could you want? But Desmond did. Desmond was having an affair with his secretary, Natasha. Nichole was straight laced. She would not give Desmond the thrills he was seeking. Hence he had the affairs. He wanted someone to represent him during the day, a wife in the evening and a whore at night. Nichole was no whore! She was the epitome of class. She was tall, blonde, blue eyed and extremely well spoken. ...

Part 4 Dehlia had pulled down the shutters on the shop, so that nobody could see in, though by now it was nearly closing time. Upstairs, Amy was so desperate to cum that she convinced herself that Dehlia would be absent looking for an outfit for a long time. Achieving an orgasm was harder than she expected. Her rubber-clad fingers seemed to have created an unexpected delay. They were so smooth and slippery that she couldn’t get the effect she wanted. On top of that the thicker moulding around the crotch made it difficult to get much sensation to her clitoris. Dehlia’s subtle ministrations had left her desperate for release, but Amy couldn’t seem to get it her usual way. The rubber of the gloves simply slipped over her crotch and she couldn’t create any friction at all, let alone tug or pinch anything. Her efforts did nothing but frustrate her and shameless groans of desperation echoed around the warehouse-like storage area above the shop. ...

Its been sitting up in our back shed room for weeks now, always there, always on my mind. Masters Box. Its really a pretty innocuous box, or well it started out that way. We call them porta robes, thick cardboard, 5 foot long maybe, 2 feet square. Innocuous. Well it was until master got to it –now it’s a fearfully reinforced creature, miles and miles of thick duct tape, cables and straps reinforce it all over.. ...

Caution story contains scenes of water sports, if such topics offend you please do not read this story. Several months ago I went to bed between my rubber sheets, dressed in my full rubber, butt plug, sheath briefs, and body suit. I had worked hard all day, and was tired enough that I fell asleep almost immediately, without the usual period of self gratification. I awoke sometime during the night, emerging from a thrilling dream. ...

Part 5 - Saturday Evening I had to say, it was not a pretty sight. At least I would have said it, if not for the gag in my mouth. Black hose led up from the black open-toed shoes, interrupted by horizontal lines of white rope at the ankles and above and below the knees, all neatly cinched. The black skirt was barely long enough to cover the tops of the hose, and white rope was threaded through the belt loops at the waist. More rope above and below the breasts pressed the white button-down shirt so tight that you could tell it covered a black bra even if the buttons hadn’t been open far enough to see the front clasp. A black collar with D-ring in front matched the black ball gag which stretched dark red lips. Dark brunette hair fell across the forehead, covered most of the ears, and cascaded to about the middle of the neck. It should have been quite a sight, but even the expert makeup application by Fran couldn’t hide the fact that this was a man dressed as a women. ...

Part 6 - Sunday Morning It was still dark when the women got up on Sunday. This time, I got the first shower, with Fran assisting again, then Barb and Julie showered in that order. Julie helped Fran dress me and Barb helped with the makeup. I had a bit of a knot in my stomach, sure something I wasn’t looking forward to was in store for me. Today I was dressed in a black button-down dress, held with a black cloth belt, and so short it barely covered my ass cheeks. It was opened to show my black bra, stuffed with the breast forms. Sheer pantyhose, with no panties, covered me from the waist down and I once again wore the low heels. The wig was the last detail to go on, securely stretched over my head so it wouldn’t come off. I was once again a transformed into a man dressed as a woman, my hands were tied behind my back, and we headed for the door. ...