Sharon walked in and said, “Let’s have a little fun with fleece.”. So I asked, “What do you have in mind?” “Well you strip down to your bare naked ass and I’ll bind you up using only fleece items. Then once I have used all of the items in the basket on you, you get to struggle to get free. If you get free, we have sex, if not I get to play with you and force you to please me.” ...

It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines. Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her. Gradually they built up a trust, although he was aware that she knew everything about him and he very little about her. He recognised that he may be taking a risk, but then by now he was prepared to do that. And anyway, what’s the worst that could happen to him? He was an able-bodied man that could take care of himself, certainly with a woman - domina or not. No, if it didn’t work out they would go their separate ways. Finally, she advised him she would take him on for a “test drive” over a long weekend. He was equally nervous and thrilled at this. He was to be prepared to meet her at his flat on Friday afternoon. She would move in and he would be his rubber slave for the weekend. If it worked out mutually then they could move on from there. He was not to tell anyone – as if he would – no visitors, no phone calls; it was to be just the two of them. She would bring her “equipment” and he was to wear only rubber, all his “normal” clothes were to be put away. She had all his measurements and she would bring along further apparel which she wrote he may or may not like. However he was to be her slave and it did not matter what a slave thought. He prepared the spare bedroom, got in food and on Friday afternoon nervously awaited her arrival. To please his Mistress he wore his skin-tight latex catsuit with front zip from belly to neck. It had fitted gloves and feet and at crotch and arse removable oval sections attached by stud fastenings. It was coloured black with red flashings down each side and fitted him like it was painted on him. Already he was warm inside it. Its wrists, ankles and waist had reinforced sections with embedded D rings. He’d chained his ankles and wrists (in front) before. Now he could perhaps venture further, with a woman he could trust. On time the phone rang and he nervously answered it. “Are you prepared?” The voice was quite deep and cultured. “Yes…Mistress.” He stuttered and buzzed her in. Through the peephole he saw a caped and hooded figure emerge from the elevator carrying a large tote bag over her shoulder. He opened the door and she moved past him without a glance and dropped the bag in the hall. He could not see her face, obscured by the larger hood. The voluminous cape in shiny black rubber went down to her ankles. He felt a stirring in his groin. She moved to the living room and examined all around her. “Mmm, quite tasteful. Come here and stand to attention, eyes lowered, which is how you will always approach me. ” He did so, breathing in the heady aroma of her cape. Slowly she pulled back her hood, exposing her face. He almost gasped at her beauty. What amazed him was her age; she couldn’t be more than 25 or 26, much younger than he expected and younger than he with blonde straight hair pulled back in a loose pony tail at the nape of her long slim neck. She had bright blue eyes, gentle features and a small mouth with thin lips. She smiled at his reaction and slowly encircled him, appraising him critically. She felt his firm buttocks and he shivered. She noted the cover over his arse, nodding approvingly, then came round and was equally pleased to see the hard cock at his groin. “Your photos didn’t do you justice. I like to see a firm athletic body, it can withstand punishment more.” She stared at him; he wanted to speak but held it back. He wanted to tell her she was an apparition, a dream, a fantasy. “Well this is not a social occasion, let’s get to work. As I said in my emails, do as I command, always, speak only when spoken to, and please me – always. Never question me – never. You have no will, no opinion, you are not a person; you are simply an extension of me. Cross that line and you will incur my wrath. I don’t play games, this is my life.” She had moved close to him, he looked into her face; it was not cruel, but confident, as if almost amused at her own power. He didn’t doubt it for a second. He’d dreamed of this and now he was to experience it. Slowly, never looking away from him, she unzipped the cape and stepped out of it. He was not disappointed. She wore a long sleeved, high necked dress flared at the waist to mid thigh. The top was black with a red skirt, wrists and collar. Over her mid-section was a heavily boned red and black corset with a series of metal buckles at the front. It was cinched brutally; she couldn’t have been more than 22 or 23 inches around the waist and it pushed her breasts outwards at him. Her long legs were encased in shiny grey latex stockings, with even a seam down the back. Her feet were slipped into 4 inch high sharp toed stilettos. The hem of the skirt barely covered the top of the stocking tops. Her hands were covered in gossamer thin transparent latex gloves, so thin he could see her nail varnish. She grinned at his stunned reaction. “You won’t be getting any of this, but just to satisfy your curiosity.” She raised her skirt provocatively. She wore tight white latex panties, over black suspenders, high cut at the sides, so tight they pressed into her labial crease. He almost came with desire, his breath fast. She chuckled. “You can do your worshipping later. But first to business. Your suit is a good base but there are certain slave adornments that are necessary, some of which you will not like; but then you are my slave and your opinions are of no concern.” He was a little nervous at this statement; she was very businesslike as she lifted the tote bag and returned from the hall. “The spare bedroom?” He nodded towards the room. “Come.” She ordered and he followed her. She took little interest in the room and as he stood by the bed she opened the bag and started pulling out things. His heart started to pound as she bent over – the skirt raised above her stockings; and it pounded further when he saw what she had placed on the bed! She turned round and caught him looking worriedly at her. She stood beside him. “We have to get this fine male specimen under control now.” She smiled, enjoying her dominance and smoothed her hands over his latex covered body. “You realise there is no going back from this, all or nothing, my slave on my terms.” He nodded hesitantly and thought, am I out of my depth? He was sure he would soon find out. She was having fun, almost flirting, knowing his fetish for rubber and submission would overcome his fears. “Kneel on the bed,” she ordered, “bound and gagged, I almost get moist at those three little words, a phrase so innocuous to the uninitiated but to us, well you know, don’t you , it just gives us a shiver of excitement. To have a fit young man like you at my mercy, mute and submissive, bound and gagged mmmm, yummy. So prepare yourself, slave to enter a new realm.” She slid behind him; he could feel her breath on his neck. She drew his hands behind his back. “I like your suit, all the D rings make my job of immobilising you all that much easier. Although you’re not going to give me any trouble, are you? If you did you would pay for it later.” She folded his elbows behind his back. He did not resist although his heart was pounding. She attached each wrist’s D ring to the opposite arm’s elbow, and now he was very effectively bound. Next came a 6 inch chain locking on his ankles. He heard the clicks and wondered if there was a way out now. He could talk now before she gagged him, as surely she would. Images flashed through his mind - speak now – back out now. No! This is what you’ve always fantasised about. But reality can be so different. “This is the bit I really like, the fun bit, for me that is.” And she laughed aloud as she held up a large, very large ball gag in front of him. “Open wide now.” He hesitated now; she sensed this and said with a questioning smile. “Yes?” “Look I think maybe…. “No, no, slave it’s far too late for that.” She pulled his chin down with one hand and firmly pushed the ball into his mouth. It was huge and she could hardly get it past his teeth as he grunted his discomfort and tried to communicate with her. “Wider, slave, wider.” “Arrgh.” He thought she would break his teeth, but she was an expert and in it plopped. “Mmm, mmm.” He glared at her but she ignored him as she pulled thick rubber straps across his cheeks, under his chin, either side of his nose and over his head. He slowly breathed through his nose, too late for communication now; he thought and sensed she was thinking the same as she smiled again at his discomfort. Finally she was satisfied the straps were tight enough. “Good, bound and gagged, just the way I like you. But we are not finished yet, not by a long way.” He groaned as she pushed him forward on the bed. His head hit the pillow, his rear in the air. He groaned as he saw her pull on a single latex glove over her gossamer thin glove. She saw him looking at her. “Oh, yes, your anal passage will always be plugged. A true submissive must have a stretched arse to be abused by his mistress.” As she said this she showed him a cock shaped dildo, 3 inches long and 1 inch in diameter, with a flanged base plate next to a narrower neck which he knew his sphincter would grip. “We’ll start out with a fairly small one and work our way from there.” She chuckled and smeared some lube over its shiny surface, then released the press studs off his arse cover. With an extra blob of lube she pushed her finger in slowly; he winced and grunted. “Oh, a virgin, eh? Well you’ll be stretched wider soon enough. Some slaves even get to enjoy it.” She wiggled her finger inside him and noticed that the pressure actually increased his hard-on. “See, you’re getting harder!” he grunted his shock and discomfort, but she ignored him and gently twisted and pressed the plug at his entrance. Initially, stupidly, he tried to clench. “That won’t help you, it’s going in, slow or fast, either way, you are going to get plugged.” He cringed as she slowly pressed it into him. Yes, he was a virgin, he had fantasised about it, but this was a first. He felt he was being split in two – and this was a small cock! Finally, with her gripping him round the waist with one arm and pushing in with the other, it was up to the hilt and his sphincter, almost in relief, naturally squeezed and gripped the neck, and the flange firmly against his crack. This would be no fun to pull out either, he thought. She replaced the cover, pushing in the press studs as he winced, and removed her glove. Then she rolled him over on his back and released his cock cover. The hole was only two inches in diameter and she roughly pushed her hand through, gripped his balls and pulled them out. She looked divine towering over him and despite his position he was rock hard. She took notice of this and stretching the hole, firmly gripped his cock and pulled it through. He screamed but the gag effectively reduced that to a mew. She leant back on her haunches. “Well, you’re a good size, for sure,” she leaned over him and drew her rubber covered finger up and down the shaft, “all the more to punish.” She smiled again, no sign of cruelty at all, but he was starting to get worried about what she had in store for him now. As he was helplessly stretched out in front of her, his hard cock so exposed and vulnerable, he tried to plead with his eyes. She ignored this and knelt over him, showing him an 8 shaped metal contraption of two rings joined in the middle and partly open at both ends. Attached at each open end were two smaller rings. “These are your slave rings, not for around your wrists, or ankles or neck; oh no, these go around your cock and balls. They are self locking and just to make them a little more permanent I am going to cover the interlocking surfaces with some fast setting epoxy glue!” ...

Julia did not like being ignored. She was just not used to it. No matter how hard she tried she just could not get Brandon’s attention, then again it was hardly surprising. He had trussed her up like a Christmas turkey and then turned his back on her. She would wait for him and there was nothing she could do to change it. Julia was used to getting everything her own way. She was more than comfortably well off being the only daughter of a multimillionaire. She was always centre of attention, with people around her. She had been able to get anything she wanted, except a constant true companion. Every one loved her, for her money, and her generosity, but no one wanted her for herself, until Brandon appeared. ...

The Helpful Janitor by Handyman M/f; bond; bagged; kidnap; nc; X Sarah was a typical product of high society city breeding, a self obsessed willowy blond (dyed) who measured people not by their deeds or personality but by which label their clothes had stitched into them, by which car they drove or the size of their bank balance. Anyone not having the most expensive clothing, a 500bhp sports car to nip to the shopping mall in or a six figure bank balance was hardly worthy of attention, and as for the ordinary people, well they were not even worthy of the effort required squandering to show contempt. They were just ignored or trampled on if they dared to get in the way. ...

Dark Closet by The Dark Tuna Sbm; susp; enclosed; cons; X It’s Saturday afternoon, not much to do, its boring. I live alone in a small apartment and I mostly see my friends only during the weekends. But today, even if it’s Saturday, I have nothing planned … my friends can’t do anything with me today, I have no girlfriend and a lot of free time. When you are in this situation regularly, I guess your imagination is a good tool to avoid turning crazy. Far as I can remember, I always liked self-bondage. I remember when I was little kid, I was dreaming to be tied up all the time. Guess what, when I was older and I got my own apartment, I experimented a lot of things and I all the time tried to find new things to do … Read Gromet’s website entirely and this is everything I like! The only thing I dislike is when it’s too serious. Master/slave … not my thing really … I think its a turn off when a girl refuse to think by herself and just want to be your toy. ...

My story is true. I am male and a somewhat public figure. My wife knows about what I do, but she does not approve or participate in any way. It could be worse; she could disapprove outright. However, she tolerates that I do it, as long as she can ignore it. She would rather that I tell her when I do this, rather than hide something from her. I think that she recognizes that at least I am not cheating on her, other than with my alter ego. ...

My story is true. I am male and a somewhat public figure. My wife knows about what I do, but she does not approve or participate in any way. It could be worse; she could disapprove outright. However, she tolerates that I do it, as long as she can ignore it. She would rather that I tell her when I do this, rather than hide something from her. I think that she recognizes that at least I am not cheating on her, other than with my alter ego. ...

Suspended Release by Kinkyme Sbm; susp; F/m; cons; X I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when? I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often. ...

This is a sequel to M.E.R.G.E. You may want to read the original story first. Maddy woke up at 10 in the morning and thought it would be the same as every day. Since she had finished college, she found herself unable to decide what to do with her life. Her grades were not good enough for university (even if she could have decided what she wanted to study) but she didn’t want to apply for an ordinary job either. So she had taken a break from everything with the money she had inherited from her parents. They had died four years ago in a car accident. It had been a rough time for her, but she managed. ...

“Wanted- Female models (Must be at least 18) for aspiring new fetish publication/photography studio. Applicants must possess a good figure and not be opposed to modeling and being photographed in clothing of an unusual nature. Only those with good staying power need apply as this is to be a potentially long-term project. No experience necessary. Extraordinary pay. Apply at: Rubber Dolls Inc.” Jen read aloud, intrigued by this particular advertisement. It had been a few weeks since her last photo shoot and seeing as how her bills for the month were now coming in, the words “Extraordinary pay” called to her like a giant beacon. ...

Something Special Boutique - Rubber Revenge The door opened and a figure stood just outside. It turned and gestured to two more figures a short distance away. They paused for a moment, then the first figure stamped its foot and pointed into the building. The two figures scuttled inside, shrinking as they passed the other. The first figure followed the other two more leisurely, and closed the door behind it. “You two Ninny’s! I told you if you act like your doing something wrong, somebody’s bound to come looking!” ...

The name of the store was “Dreams and Dreads”, it was one of those small fetish stores selling everything Susan’s dreams were made of. Hoods, corsets, shoes, all made of rubber in various colours. Susan spent much of her free time, and much of her free money as well, in this little store. Ever since she had discovered her liking of “unusual” wear, she lived up to her fetish as much as she could. For work she wore her simple “business attire”, but in the last few months she wore latex bras and panties underneath. She’d spend the weekends wrapped up in her favourite material and in special clubs and, from time to time, with special friends, both male and female. ...

Wendy used her own key to open the door to Robert’s apartment. He wouldn’t be home for two more hours, so she had plenty of time to prepare before he arrived. She would need every minute, too, by her reckoning. She locked the door behind her and moved her packages into the section of the cozy flat that Robert used for his living room. Propped up on his leather sofa was the inspiration for her scheme: Robert’s Real Doll (TM), the extremely lively sex mannequin he had purchased two months earlier. ...

(story continues from Cracking Crystal 4) leather; susp; kidnap; nc; X Chapter 5 – “Mind Games” It was ten days after my students had passed their final exam using little Miss Rich Bitch as the blackboard and since then I had been having a great deal of enjoyment playing with Crystals’ mind. There had been a little bit of fuss in the newspapers about her disappearance but it didn’t come to much. When they found her car at the airport the police seemed to lose interest. ...

Korean Games by steff469 FF/f; FF; M/f; bond; leather; latex; cons; X I’ve been working for “Aero Electronics” for two years before I got on a trip to an air base in Korea. Aero Electronics is a military contractor. Sam, my best friend since elementary school and I were going to upgrade the electronics in some of the aircraft assigned there. We were going to be there for 4-6 months and get paid an extra $130 per day for expenses. We arrived on the base on a Thursday and they didn’t want us to go to work till the following Monday. Friday we found out were we were going to work and then decided to look around off base. The town was built mainly so the base personnel could easily spend there money. There were about 20 night clubs, and hundreds of stores. Between all the stores you could find or have made just about anything you wanted. ...

Part 1 Amy had spent her Saturday searching the clothes stores of the city for something to impress her friends at the club that night. She wasn’t having much luck. Store after store filled with the same designer names was all she could find. The clothes were too expensive and too ordinary. Cutting it in the club scene wasn’t easy, especially on her budget. She had an hour or so left before everywhere started to close up for the evening. She still hadn’t tried the alternative stores down in the Old-Town Arcade. There wasn’t much chance of finding anything there apart from clichéd goth-chick junk and the only places that look would get her weren’t exactly exclusive. It wasn’t that they weren’t good enough for her. Those places just weren’t her scene. There was something a bit too personal about them; she didn’t like the way that your personality mattered. The buzz of drugs, the smell of sex and the pump of the hottest dance tunes mixed by the latest rising-star DJ were more to her taste. ...

Part 2 As Amy was about to reach for her keys, the door opened, and her friend Celia’s wannabe DJ boyfriend stepped out into the half-dark carrying his mountain bike. He gave Amy a smug grin as he pushed past her. Amy wondered if he could see, or even feel the rubber she was wearing and blushed furiously. She stamped into the hall without looking back and slammed the door behind her. ...

“I am inventor.” He said dramatically Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings? She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organisation, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect. ...

Part 1 of 2 Another day, another dull routine at work. Though working at the international sex slave factory was definitely an uncommon career, it could get a little dull at times, and for poor Albert, this was one of those times. Albert was the man who supervised the shipping area of the factory. It was his task to oversee the safe packing and shipping of slaves who were to be sent to their owners all over the world. Today had seen a large shipment of mummies to be shipped off. Punching his time clock in, Albert picked up his hard hat and overalls. He picked up the clipboard and looked at the printout. Fifty hand-wrapped mummies, sixteen body bag mummies, twelve straightjackets and six mail bags. The pleasant chime sounded, and it was off to the floor. “Morning Albert!” A voice called out. “Morning Tim. Looks like we’ve got a busy day ahead!” “Yep! But looking at the lists, it looks like a fun loadout!” The workers took their places next to the conveyor belts and waited for the machinery to start up. Boxes of every shape and build were put in place, packed with shipping foam. The red warning lights lit up, the buzzers sounded, and the conveyer belts began rolling. “Okay people!” Albert called out. “Let’s stay sharp! Human cargo coming through!” The first body appeared out of the rubber flaps. It was one of the hand wrapped mummies, wrapped in dark blue bandages. Albert followed the mummy as it went down the conveyer belt, wiggling and squirming. Albert did a quick check on his clipboard. Slave number 3498B. She was to be shipped to a wealthy warlord in a Middle Eastern country, along with two straightjackets. Special notes indicated that this one used to be a lawyer. She had been captured and forced into slavery against her will. Notes indicated a feisty and unwilling temperament. Mummy slave 3498B reached the end of the conveyer belt. The workers quickly picked her up and did a quick visual inspection. No damage was present, though one of the bandages needed to be sewn back into place. As one of the workers did that, another went and clipped a collar around slave 34’s neck. The black collar was locked in place around the bandaged throat and activated. With this tracking system, the warlord would know exactly when his precious cargo was to arrive. Satisfied that slave 3498B was ready to be shipped, the workers placed her inside a coffin like box, surrounded her with shipping foam and placed the lid on. Three quick snaps of the locks, and mummy slave 3498B was ready for shipping. As her box was placed into a large shipping container, another mummy came out. Albert observed the number on the mummy’s wrappings, and checked it against his records. Ah yes, slave number 1535G. This slave was to be shipped with number 3498B to his new desert home. Special notes indicated that this was a voluntary slave, who used to be a disgruntled college student. The notes said that he had willingly submitted to being wrapped. Albert let out a smile. It was always good when all parties involved in this trade were willing and submissive. Slave 1535G was picked up, checked, collared, and placed in his box. Though his face could not be seen within his wrappings, slave 1535G’s body posture was relaxed and happy. The lid was closed, and the locks activated. Two more mummies ready for shipment. As the rest of the warlord’s order was processed, Albert walked over to the next conveyor belt. This one was processing a small order, consisting of a single slave. Slave number 56A124 was coming out of the hole, dressed in a tight white straightjacket with blue tights. Special equipment included a pair of gold colored ankle cuffs and a black leather muzzle. Notes said that this slave was a felon with a life sentence, which had been commuted to life as a slave. Looking at her gagged face, she didn’t look too happy as she was picked up off the conveyer belt and forced into her shipping box. She looked quite frightened as she was strapped down to the inside of her box and blindfolded. She let out a muffled whimper as the box lid was closed and locked. With a great shove, the box was pushed into the back of the shipping truck, which promptly drove away, taking the slave to her new master in Canada . The next conveyer belt was packaging an interesting order. A high-ranking official in the Chinese government had a fetish for American brides, and had placed an order for ten of them. And now there were ten slaves dressed as brides, their arms and legs cuffed and shackled. They were currently ungagged, but had been warned about protesting. The ten shackled brides, dresses and all, were forced into individual shipping boxes. The shipping attendants pushed the billowy dresses into the boxes, made sure the cuffs on ankles and wrists were tight, and began to shut the lids on each bride. Albert checked the order again, going over the list. “Hold it!” he called out. “Our client made a change in his order. He wants eleven brides, not ten.” “But we don’t have another bride.” A worker named Susan said. “All the other slaves are being trained, and we don’t have any to spare.” Albert paused, thinking the situation over. Wait… he had an idea. “Oh, I think we can get one more bride.” With well-practiced moves, Albert quickly walked up and slapped a pair of handcuffs around Susan’s wrists. Pressing a button around his belt, three guards walked over. “Susan, you are under arrest. You have been chosen to be converted into a lifetime slave.” Ignoring Susan’s shocked face, he turned to the guards. “Take her to the dressing department, tell them that we need another bride.” The guards nodded and began dragging Susan off the floor. Company policy does work sometimes, Albert mused. If you’ve got a troublesome employee, or need a slave quickly, go ahead and arrest one of them. After all, we can always cover it up. That was one of the perks of working with the largest slave company in the world. If it had managed to keep its operations secret for over a hundred years, then it could do anything. Fifteen minutes later, Susan was marched back into the shipping room, dressed in a silk bride’s dress. A new shipping crate had been prepared for her. “Albert!” She cursed as the guards forced her towards the crate. “You can’t do this!” Pulling out a pair of turn of the century shackles, Albert walked up to her. “Oh, you know fully well I can.” With the guards holding her arms still, Albert put a transportation belt around Susan’s waist, then threaded the handcuffs through the large O ring. “Besides.” He said as he locked the cuffs around Susan’s silk gloves. “I hear that Chinese food is really tasty. You might get extra for being a slave for life.” She spat on him as he finished applying the locks. “Now now, don’t make me gag you. I’ve read that having a ball gag in your mouth for a trip to China can make you very sore.” Susan gave him the meanest glare she could. “Damn you.” She cursed as she was forced into her shipping box. “Damn you.” He gave a final check to make sure her shackles were nice and tight. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to move her wrists from her waist, he closed the box lid and locked it. The crates filled with bound brides were loaded onto a shipping truck, and were soon heading down the road towards the airport. “Have fun in China .” Albert giggled as he watched the truck, along with his ex-coworker, vanish around a curve. Three hours passed, and forty slaves were packaged and shipped. The work was tiring, with Albert constantly jogging back and forth to insure that each slave was carefully packaged and shipped. Though every slave, willing or unwilling, was forced to wear restraints, a few accidents occasionally happened on the floor. Only one such incident today, with a wetsuited male managing to undo his handcuffs. He managed to knock over three employees and was strangling another before being subdued. Ten minutes later, he was straightjacketed, cuffed and mummified. His squirming form was forced into his shipping box and locked in just as the break whistle was activated. Easing into his chair in the cafeteria, Albert breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of his tired muscles unwinding. As a chained slave brought over some drinks, Albert and Tim caught up on the latest family and company activities. “So,” Albert began. “Who all did we loose this week?” “Billy, Harrison, and Ang all got shipped off to Malaysia last Monday.” “How did they go?” “Catsuited, then mummified in red horse bandages.” Albert nodded. “Nice. Sounds like fun. Anybody else?” “Well, Lisa was straightjacketed yesterday and was shipped off, new property of a lucky businessman from Los Angeles .” There was a loud muffled scream from the other side of the room. The two looked over and watched as a green plastic mummy was carried down a hallway, its ponytail sticking out of its head. “Well, there goes Anna.” Tim observed. “I warned her not to complain about the long hours. I wonder where’s she going.” “Five bucks says the UK.” “Okay, you’re on.” The two quieted down as they sipped their drinks. Tim wondered what movie he was going to watch at home tonight. Albert wondered how long it would be before he was arrested and turned into a slave. It was pretty much inevitable that every employee of slave international would one day be forced into slavery themselves. If you stayed on longer, you would be sold to a nice master. Rank and experience had its privileges. Albert had been there for about twenty years, shipping, carting, and supervising human goods all over the world. Nobody had lasted more then twenty one years. His time would no doubt come. He hoped that he would have a nice master, one who was kind to him. As he had no immediate family, he was looking forward to his inevitable adventure. The whistle sounded, and it was time to go back to work. The straightjackets were next. All of these slaves were willing volunteers, homeless men and women who had volunteered for a new kind of life where all their needs would be taken care of. The crates they would be traveling in were late, so the eleven remaining straightjacketed slaves quietly talked to themselves. Albert went up and inspected each one, making sure their clothing and their restrictive jacket were on nice and tight. “Excuse me.” Slave 895H asked. “But my jacket is a little loose. Could you tighten it a bit?” “Of course.” Albert took the lady’s sleeves and tightened them, buckling down the straps and belts. “Tight enough?” “Oh yes, very comfy. Thank you.” At that point, the crates arrived, ready for their occupants. Albert reviewed his clipboard. “It seems that you’re going to have your mouth taped shut.” Albert told slave 895H. “Oh goody! I was hoping my mouth would be taped shut. I just love the feeling!” Albert smiled as he pulled out the green tape. Slave 895H closed her mouth and smiled as Albert wound it around her mouth. After three wraps, he was sure it was closed tightly enough. “Now you have a good life, okay?” Slave 895H nodded enthusiastically as she was picked up and placed in her crate. As the straightjacketed slaves were packed up and shipped, Albert looked at his list, and at the clock. The end of the day was fast approaching. His shift would end soon, and it would be back to the dingy apartment, where it would be a lonely dinner for one… Two mail bags came down, each securely holding a catsuited slave. They were simple to ship. Simply plop them into the back of the truck and away they went. At last, the last orders of the day were about to be processed. The sixteen body bag mummies. Albert began checking off the remaining forms when he heard them behind him. “Albert Allen?” “Yes?” There was the clink of metal. “I’m afraid we’re body bag mummy short. You’ve just been drafted.” Albert let out a small smile and put his clipboard down on the edge of the conveyer. The guards were very gentle as they locked the handcuffs around his wrists. Albert noticed how this was the end of his old existence. He was on his way to a new life, a new adventure. Fifteen minutes later, Albert was in the mummy room, a section of the factory where slaves were mummified for those who had a mummy fetish. He had already made the decision to cooperate with his ex-employers, now his captors. He had cooperated when they shaved his body down and told him to get into the spandex body suit, and now he stood in the mummy room, awaiting further instructions. Three attendants brought out a large black human sized bag. Albert grinned as he recognized it. It was one of the special models, a mix of neoprene, spandex, and latex. Very tight and very soft. He had never had the pleasure of trying one on before. “We are going to put you in this bag.” One of the attendants said. “We will then wrap you up in bandages to secure you.” Albert nodded. “Well then, why don’t we start?” The attendants looked a bit shocked. “You are aware of what’s going on aren’t you?” One of them asked. “Oh yeah, I knew this would happen eventually. But I’m looking forward. I hope though, that my new owner and master is nice.” As the attendants gently moved him towards the bag, they smiled. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll like her.” The bag was held up, the back unzipped and waiting for an occupant to enter. Albert happily put his legs into the bag and worked them into the leg sleeves at the bottom. The soft material felt good against his second skin, warm and comfy. Standing in the bag, Albert then felt around for the internal arm sleeves. This was the biggie. Once he put his arms in those sleeves and the back was zipped up, he would be completely helpless and at the mercy of his captors. He didn’t hesitate. He found the sleeves and slid his arms in, relishing the soft, tight feeling. In a way, it felt like he was putting on a tight pair of gloves. When his arms were fully in, the attendants went to work. They adjusted the mummy bag slightly to ensure a tight fit, then they began to pull the heavy duty zipper up. Albert did nothing but shiver slightly from excitement as the zipper was pulled up, and the bag tightened around him. When the zipper was fully up, the attendants slipped a small lock on, ensuring that it wouldn’t come undone by mistake. Now locked into the bag, the attendants gently lay the new slave down on a table. Albert felt very relaxed as he went still in his new body bag. Large black belts were pulled out and applied around his body. They were pulled through straps around his ankles, knees, waist, elbows, and chest. The tightness was delicious to Albert, feeling another restraint being applied to him. Now that he was secured inside his bag, the attendants began the process of wrapping Albert in a layer of tight, elastic bandages. Well trained by years of experience, they quickly wound the elastic bandages around Albert and his tight bag. Albert could do nothing, now that he was locked into his bags. The internal sleeves forced him to keep his arms still and in place. He discovered, much to his dismay, that he couldn’t reach and pleasure himself. The internal sleeves denied him a pleasure he had always enjoyed. In five minutes, the bandages were wrapped super tight up to his waist. It was wonderfully tight, but not to the point of excess. The new slave felt very warm and safe as his new cocoon began to wind its way up his body. A few minutes later, the bandages had reached his shoulders. Curiously, the attendants stopped. One of them walked into Albert’s field of vision. “Your new owner has specifically requested for you to travel blindfolded.” Albert smiled. “Well, it lets me guess where I’m going!” “She also ordered for you to be gagged.” “Yes!” Albert thought. “I just love those gags!” Opening his mouth wide, Albert happily accepted the ruby red gag that was pushed into his mouth. Unlike normal ball gags, this gag was specially designed for long term wear. Albert giggled as he tasted the plastic over his tongue. The attendant smiled and produced a hood constructed of the same materials as the body bag. She slowly reached over and placed it on the top of Albert’s head. The hood was pulled over Albert’s head. He watched with great interest as the material was pulled over his eyes, then over his head and down until it completely covered his head and his throat. Albert could still see out of the eyeholes. But the attendants had a surprise for him. Albert watched as they pulled out a blindfold, then slowly began to cover his eyes, thus blinding him until his master decided to let him see again. The last thing he saw was the attendant’s smiling face. With Albert now blindfolded, the attendants had one last surprise for their slave. They pulled out a black leather collar and fastened it around Albert’s neck. The posture collar quickly forced Albert into keeping his neck and head straight. The buckles and straps were set, and the collar was locked onto his neck. It was almost over. The attendants resumed the slave’s mummification, winding the thick bandages over his neck, and then around his head. With one layer completed, Albert was no longer a free man. He was now a mummified slave, completely at the mercy of his new masters. The attendants did one more layer of the stretchy bandages, just to make sure he was securely wrapped and restrained. Thirty minutes later, the second layer was complete. There was one last step to do. The chief attendant leaned over Albert’s head. “Your name is no longer Albert. For the rest of your life, you will now be known as slave 7538Y.” Slave 7538Y wiggled with pleasure inside his thick cocoon. He was picked up and carried over to the conveyer belt in the back of the room. The slave was placed onto it, and was swiftly carried away and out of sight. The attendants sighed. Another job well done. Another mummy off to his master. They turned to leave, ready to go home. Instead, they found a locked door and six new attendants, each carrying rolls of bandages. “It’s time for your… retirement.” One of the guards said. Slave 7538Y took the trip that he had sent so many others on. He was carried down the conveyer belt, quietly waiting for his fate. He was received by the employees at the floor. They knew who was inside this cocoon of restraints and were extra gentle as they placed him inside his shipping crate. The new floor supervisor double-checked the details of slave 7538Y’s trip. Confirming that everything was in order, the supervisor nodded. The lid was placed on and locked. The crate was pushed, along with fifteen other crates, onto a shipping truck. They were piled one on top of another until they were all inside. With the crates secured, the truck drove off into the night, carrying sixteen slaves off to a new life. Slave 7538Y was quiet inside his crate. He listened to the sounds of travel, but he was growing sleepy. He felt so safe, so secure inside his own private crate. He had nothing to worry about. All of his troubles, all of his fears were behind him. A new life awaited him. All he had to do was lie back and enjoy the ride. Unable to move, unable to escape even if he wanted to, slave 7538Y drifted off into the warm, safe arms of sleep. ...

Another day, another dull routine at work. Though working at the international sex slave factory was definitely an uncommon career, it could get a little dull at times, and for poor Albert, this was one of those times. Albert was the man who supervised the shipping area of the factory. It was his task to oversee the safe packing and shipping of slaves who were to be sent to their owners all over the world. ...