Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree. ...

story continued from Woodies First Dinner It’s been quite a while since Kevin had me for dinner. Things were going pretty well between us, seemed like everyday he would peel some layer off me, exposing yet another emotion, freeing another inhibition. Sometimes it was scary. Sometimes it was exhilarating. Mostly though it just felt good. It helped of course to know that we weren’t alone in the world. Sometimes we’d sit together at the computer and surf various sites. We gathered our fair share of favourites, and sometimes we even copied what we saw. ...

Working for a mafia godfather was not all fun and glamour. Forget what you see in the movies or read in the books. It’s not an easy job. In fact, it’s a dangerous job. Just ask Julia. If she could talk, she would tell you that it’s not a job any person should take. Too bad she hadn’t thought of that before she got in. It had been simple. Immigrate to America after running from the cops in Italy. She should have been caught at Ellis Island , but thanks to her mafia connections, she had been able to convince the officials to look the other way. ...

Three strikes alternate ending (not the official ending) Thanks to Tiedash for inspiring this alternate ending The ship was waiting at the pier, the large crate sat on the docks, with the words “Fine china” stenciled onto its side. This was the target crate that Julia needed to get. Luckily, there were no guards at the pier at this time of night. It was just her, the truck, and the trolley. ...

This story is a remake of “Smart Duct Tape” by Naughtygirl Erika relaxed on her sofa, lying down as she read a magazine, sipping a cold ice tea as she always did on a lazy Sunday when there was nothing to do after her morning workout. Erika had very short dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, stood around 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed around 135 lbs and had a distinct “tomboy” appearance, even though she was in her mid-twenties in age. Erika simply wore a t-shirt, comfortable jeans, and a pair of socks; the typical garb for a relaxing Sunday. ...

This story is a remake of “Smart Duct Tape” by Naughtygirl Erika relaxed on her sofa, lying down as she read a magazine, sipping a cold ice tea as she always did on a lazy Sunday when there was nothing to do after her morning workout. Erika had very short dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, stood around 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed around 135 lbs and had a distinct “tomboy” appearance, even though she was in her mid-twenties in age. Erika simply wore a t-shirt, comfortable jeans, and a pair of socks; the typical garb for a relaxing Sunday. ...

The basement was cool and well lit. There were no dark corners sucking in the available illumination. She stood on a rug by a wall, the only softness in the expanse of white concrete. On the opposite wall was a low table with a dark ovoid shape resting on top of it. She undid the dressing gown, took it off and placed it on the floor. There was a black garment drooping limply from a hangar on a mobile rail next to the table. ...

The basement was cool and well lit. There were no dark corners sucking in the available illumination. She stood on a rug by a wall, the only softness in the expanse of white concrete. On the opposite wall was a low table with a dark ovoid shape resting on top of it. She undid the dressing gown, took it off and placed it on the floor. There was a black garment drooping limply from a hangar on a mobile rail next to the table. On the floor beside her was a container of talcum powder. She picked it up and showered her body in the white cascading substance which fell gently onto her body and obscured the pattern of the rug beneath her bare feet. ...

The basement was cool and well lit. There were no dark corners sucking in the available illumination. She stood on a rug by a wall, the only softness in the expanse of white concrete. On the opposite wall was a low table with a dark ovoid shape resting on top of it. She undid the dressing gown, took it off and placed it on the floor. There was a black garment drooping limply from a hangar on a mobile rail next to the table. On the floor beside her was a container of talcum powder. She picked it up and showered her body in the white cascading substance which fell gently onto her body and obscured the pattern of the rug beneath her bare feet. ...

This story is fiction. It has nothing to do with anyone living or dead. This story contains sex and consensual snuff. Please do not read if you are under eighteen or don’t like these kind of stories. I lay in the bed playing with my pussy as I ran my favorite fantasy through my mind. I saw a movie about a woman being buried alive when I was a teenager. Every since then I have had this fantasy about me being the one laying in the shallow grave with dirt being dropped on my body. When we would play on the beach and cover each other with sand I would come in my bathing suit. Remembering the embarrassment when I would be uncovered from the sand and stand, there would be sand sticking to my wet crotch. Now all I had was fantasies. My husband and I were getting a divorce. I had always been good to people and was not sure what I had done to make him hate me so much. Maybe I was not good enough in bed or maybe I bitched too much. What ever the reason I knew he would kill me if he could get away with it. The only thing left in my life was my fantasy and it was one I could not live out. ...

This story is fiction. It has nothing to do with anyone living or dead. This story contains sex and consensual snuff. Please do not read if you are under eighteen or don’t like these kind of stories. I lay in the bed playing with my pussy as I ran my favorite fantasy through my mind. I saw a movie about a woman being buried alive when I was a teenager. Every since then I have had this fantasy about me being the one laying in the shallow grave with dirt being dropped on my body. When we would play on the beach and cover each other with sand I would come in my bathing suit. Remembering the embarrassment when I would be uncovered from the sand and stand, there would be sand sticking to my wet crotch. Now all I had was fantasies. My husband and I were getting a divorce. I had always been good to people and was not sure what I had done to make him hate me so much. Maybe I was not good enough in bed or maybe I bitched too much. What ever the reason I knew he would kill me if he could get away with it. The only thing left in my life was my fantasy and it was one I could not live out. ...

Prologue: I read the story of “The Machine” written by NaughtyLittleGirl here on this website about a girl name Sharon that got a huge mysterious package from a Mister X. Which turns out to be a device called the X-FANTASY-VII which to her surprise when she tries it out is a specialized self-mummification computerized unit that puts a person in total mummification for the submissive and sealing inside a metal casket for a week unable to move or do anything. I figured that there should be some more stories of this X-FANTASY-VII Unit and I sure there would be people that would order special modifications for their usage or whatever. This is a story of one that I created based on the original story of “The Machine” . -=O=- ...

Both Kerry and Sara were into bondage in a big way, both were very fond of mummification bondage. The girls had planed to have a bondage session this coming weekend and Kerry was going to organize it. As Kerry was the most experienced in bondage out of the two lovers she usually took the dominate role, she had always said it was in her nature anyway and loved to see what positions she could put Sara into. The girls had been experimenting with extreme encasement and where running out of new things to try, Kerry was forced to search the web to find some new techniques and ideas - this is when she struck on an ingenious plan to beat all previous bondage and mummification sessions she would call it TOTAL ENCLOSURE. ...

Both Kerry and Sara were into bondage in a big way, both were very fond of mummification bondage. The girls had planed to have a bondage session this coming weekend and Kerry was going to organize it. As Kerry was the most experienced in bondage out of the two lovers she usually took the dominate role, she had always said it was in her nature anyway and loved to see what positions she could put Sara into. The girls had been experimenting with extreme encasement and where running out of new things to try, Kerry was forced to search the web to find some new techniques and ideas - this is when she struck on an ingenious plan to beat all previous bondage and mummification sessions she would call it TOTAL ENCLOSURE. ...

The True Story Of My First Visit To A Bondage Club. I’d been back in the city for about six weeks and was sharing an apartment with Mandi when she suggested that I went with her to the Club the next Friday night. She said that I could see for myself what the local BDSM scene was really like. Up until then my only experience of bondage had been being tied up by boyfriends and, since I’d come back to the city, being tied up by Mandi. I found that more and more I loved being helplessly and inescapably bound. I’ve come a long way in the bondage scene since then and, although what happened to me on that first visit to a bondage club may now seem a little tame, I think that it’s worthwhile looking back to my first experience of professional bondage and bondage in front of an audience. ...

It should not have been surprising that Joanne was turned on. Bondage always did that to her. It was a weakness she had been aware of since childhood, but this was no ordinary sex session. She was naked, that was normal, she was tightly bound, that was expected and she was gagged, but with tape. Robert did not like gags at the best of times, and would never have used tape to keep her quiet. He liked to hear her gasps and squeals of pleasure. No a tape gag was definitely not normal. More important, Rob had not been the one tying her, in fact he was behind her now, as helpless as her roped together by a cruel single tie running from the front of her, between her legs and joined to him. Every time he moved she felt the pressure on her clitoris but with her legs held tight together there was little chance of relief. She could not see him, but she was sure that he was gagged like her and that he was trying to free himself with little success. Getting free was not something Joanne specialised in. ...

A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… continued from part three Part 4: The Return of the Doll After I’d untied myself in the morning, I had to stretch my muscles after being tied for so long. The tight enclosure in the bag and the various positions caused several aches and pains, nothing that a good massage couldn’t fix. A long hot bath and several coffees later I was out the door and on my way. I’d forgotten about the marks left by the bondage, but it was too late by the time I’d laid on the table and the masseur began to use her hands on me. She noticed the marks and commented that I must have had fun! ...

A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… continued from part four Cindy 5: Moving Day We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...

A desire to be bound dressed as Cindy the Lovedoll leads me to tie myself in the box to await his return… continued from part four Cindy 5: Moving Day We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...

continued from part 4 After a recent promotion we had to move to a new city, trouble was I didn’t realise just how I would be moving… Cindy 5: Moving Day We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...