Kate was considering how she came to be almost naked, completely immobile and in full view of several hundred people. No one was going to come to her rescue. She was the ‘Damsel in Distress’, waiting to be drenched in cold water when someone hit the target. She was tied to a post dressed only in a flimsy nightdress and protected from the balls by a sheet of clear perspex, angled to deflect any wayward throws. So far no one had been successful, but she knew that when the water came, the material would go almost transparent, revealing how little she had on underneath. ...

The new fallen snow crunched under Mary’s white boots as she made her way briskly down the freshly ploughed streets that led to her home. Her breath made frosty puffs of fog in the crisp December air as she strode down the sidewalk, shopping bags in each gloved hand. She wore a red woollen coat that reached down to her knees, with a grey-black faux fur collar bundled tightly around her neck to keep cozy. Brightly coloured Christmas lights gleamed through the snow decked tree branches around her. The cool, clear air left a little tickle in the back of her throat and she fancied she could almost smell the turkeys roasting, the warm spices of mulling cider, the tang of mandarin oranges, and the sweet scent of peppermint springing forth with the warm glow from each passing window. ...

Part 3 On Saturday, Amy couldn’t decide if she should go back to the clothes shop, where Dehlia would probably be, or try to put the whole thing behind her. She lay in bed through Saturday morning trying to convince herself to leave it alone, but something inside her made it impossible. Eventually she got out of bed, and after going through her usual Saturday morning routine, she found herself on the bus for the Old-Town. ...

Sarah was furious when she found the box of magazines at the back of the wardrobe. Tom and her were approaching their 10th wedding anniversary, yet she did not know of the existence of this box or it’s contents. How long had he been collecting them? Some looked pretty tatty. What did he want them for? Well maybe she could guess that. But why? She thought they were happily married. She was happily married, at least she thought she was. She had everything she had ever wanted, a house, a secure and interesting job, and a loving husband. They had no children but that was not important. She had a career and that had always come first. Tom had a good job, and his football, she thought that had been enough, but now she found this. There must have been over twenty magazines. The titles left nothing to the imagination. “Bondage in the Buff”; “101 pictures of Nude Bondage”; Bondage in the Raw" - volume 1, volume 2 and so on. ...

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch. ...

My Punishment for Running Late The Background Both Mandi and I had now left college and as I had got a job in the far western suburbs I had moved out of the apartment we had shared near the University. We remained the best of friends and both were still regulars at the bondage club in the City. However, for one reason or another, neither of us had been along to the club for a few weeks. This week I was determined to go so I phoned Mandi to see if she wanted to go too. She said yes but needed a lift as her car was in getting a few dents fixed. I told her I’d pick her up about nine. ...

I had always thought that the best candidate for bondage was a nymphomaniac, someone who was almost insatiable. Stephanie seemed the ideal candidate. We had been having sexual relations for several weeks. I am a typical male, well almost. I have a short fuse and find seconds hard to achieve. I do not know what Stephanie sees in me, except that I try and satisfy her perpetually high libido. I am, if I say so myself, quite skilled with fellatio or finger masturbation. My usual ploy is to give her several satisfying orgasms before getting my own sex involved. Up to this point Stephanie had avoided all discussion about fantasy or variety. I needed to find a new approach. ...

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link. Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video. ...

Authors Comment: Terry Pratchet, one of my favourite authors, once wrote of Discworld that it offered him a wide scope for storyline and characters. Unlike other writers, if he wants to write a detective novel, a romance, a science fiction fantasy, or ghost story, all that he has do to is set it on the Disc. There he can introduce new characters, plots, or anything else, without alienating his loyal fan base. After all he has an entire world to play with. So, if the Discworld works for comedy, tragedy, armies, thieves (As long as their membership to the guild is fully paid up.), lovers and trolls, wouldn’t it work just as well for the fetish writer? After all, the Patricians Palace does boast the most modern, well maintained and deepest, darkest dungeon this side of the hub? ...

At twelve years old Jenny looked very cute as she sat astride her dappled horse Bingo. She had been riding, or at least sitting on a horse while it was led in walk and trot around the arena, since she was two. At fifteen hands two, Bingo was quite tall for a young girls mount. She also had a mean streak a mile wide. Jenny did not, however, know this. She had only owned the horse for two weeks. The only times that she had been on her before, the previous owner had always ridden her for an hour before Jenny arrived and so the horse was a lot more tired than the beast that she now found herself on. ...

It all started when a friend invited me to a party. I thought this was going to be a regular party with drinking and dancing. Little did I know I was in for a shock. He told me to dress light even though the weather was a bit cold. He told me I would enjoy myself. So later on in the evening he picked me up from my place. We then drove to what seemed to be some sort of plant. I didn’t know what could be inside. ...

Living Art by Rubbermatt M/f; D/s; bond; latex; susp; cons; X The only light in the room came from an array of spotlights, all focused on the bizarre figure spread-eagled against one wall. With curving hips, narrow waist and jutting breasts, the figure was undoubtedly female but every feature was smothered in an unbroken layer of seamless latex. Head to toe, the anonymous woman was sheathed in ebon black, from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. ...

Fresh from the shower, you pad almost silently across the shagpile carpet, naked as the day you were born, short, mousey brown hair still glistening with moisture. Light glints from both breasts and from between your legs, the stainless steel of your permanent piercings making it’s presence noticed. You stand before me, slender, small breasted, almost skinny, shivering slightly in the cold air from the air conditioning, skin so pale from a lack of sunlight, with head slightly bowed and arms at your side, quiescent, obedient. ...

Fresh from the shower, you pad almost silently across the shagpile carpet, naked as the day you were born, short, mousey brown hair still glistening with moisture. Light glints from both breasts and from between your legs, the stainless steel of your permanent piercings making it’s presence noticed. You stand before me, slender, small breasted, almost skinny, shivering slightly in the cold air from the air conditioning, skin so pale from a lack of sunlight, with head slightly bowed and arms at your side, quiescent, obedient. ...

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline) As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life…. INGREDIENTS: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5. ...

Part I Before you get to the story I would like to explain a bit. The story is purposefully abrupt and choppy and confusing at the beginning and a good many places in-between because this story is about a person that is unknowingly being mind controlled. She is “Trying to Wake Up” from the mind control and remembering only fragments of her weekend under control. With this in mind, please enjoy my story. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story. ** Oh, hello there! Who am I you ask? Oh, no one in particular. My name’s not important, considering where I am right now. Where am I you might ask? Well, that’s simple. I’m currently ten feet underground, lying inside a casket. Oh, and I should also mention that i’m mummified from head to toe in four layers of white bandages. What am I doing down here? Oh my, what a story. Best to go back to the beginning… For the past five years of my life, I’ve…i’m sorry, was, a slave to the most wonderful man i’ve ever met. I was homeless at the time and down on my luck. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story. ** Oh, hello there! Who am I you ask? Oh, no one in particular. My name’s not important, considering where I am right now. Where am I you might ask? Well, that’s simple. I’m currently ten feet underground, lying inside a casket. Oh, and I should also mention that i’m mummified from head to toe in four layers of white bandages. What am I doing down here? Oh my, what a story. Best to go back to the beginning… For the past five years of my life, I’ve…i’m sorry, was, a slave to the most wonderful man i’ve ever met. I was homeless at the time and down on my luck. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza forum, who helped edit this story. ** Oh, hello there! Who am I you ask? Oh, no one in particular. My name’s not important, considering where I am right now. Where am I you might ask? Well, that’s simple. I’m currently ten feet underground, lying inside a casket. Oh, and I should also mention that i’m mummified from head to toe in four layers of white bandages. What am I doing down here? Oh my, what a story. Best to go back to the beginning… For the past five years of my life, I’ve… I’m sorry, was, a slave to the most wonderful man i’ve ever met. I was homeless at the time and down on my luck. ...

Part 1 “I have a surprise for you honey”, said the shapely woman in a Police uniform. “Really?” I said, “are you going to get the long holiday week-end off?” “No, but I can arrange it so you can be with me all weekend”, she said with a smile. I was a little taken back, you see my beautiful girl friend is a Police Officer at the State Mental institution for the criminally insane. “There is no way I could spend the week-end at the Hospital.” ...