Among The Missing Chapter 6 by Rubberwolf Chapter 6 Ann had lost all sense of time. Although she had some idea of how late it was when she was with Dave, she was no longer capable of judging. This would be understandable. Her hands were tied behind her back and her head was fastened so that she had to keep her head tilted back at an extreme angle. A leash pulled her body into the horizontal her legs were bound together and she was wearing high heels. If this was not enough of a distraction, since her back was now very painful and she had lost sensation in her arms, she was also forced to fuck a wall mounted dildo, that had some sort of nub, or ridge that also teased her clit. Very distracting. But not as much as the fact that she was wearing a penis gag, that incidentally had a large exterior penis protruding out of it and a similarly tethered girl who was, at this moment, thrusting her ass, for all she was worth, backwards and forwards, fucking the dildo gag and Ann’s face, while she pleasured herself, forcing Ann to rock backwards and forwards on her own impalement. Oh and if this was not enough, a set of chains ran through the other girls legs, painfully attaching Ann’s nipples to the other girls, so that as she rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swayed, tugging Ann’s nipples painfully and forcing her to shriek in pain and pleasure as she lost herself, her identity, her sense of time and being in the moment, since her world now consisted of a rubber clad woman, with a beautiful ass that filled her vision and assaulted her senses with powerful scents as it was forced into her face and causing Ann to thrust her own ass forward and backward on a rubber cock. ...

Among The Missing Chapter 7 by Rubberwolf Chapter 7 Story Codes: m/f, cons, bd, packaged. It was late when Ann arrived home. It had been a long night. Her feet were killing her. Although women were heels all day, most days. A night spent standing up, wearing six inch stilettos is still murder, no matter what anybody says. If she had really thought about her evening she would have bought a pack of “Party Feet.” However, it was a very tired and saw woman who collapsed onto the sofa and removed her boots and rubber stockings. The relief was instantaneous. Like a cool breeze caressing her legs, after the hot and sweaty confinement of her rubber stockings. Next came the opera gloves, which she peeled off with a distinct “Schluppp,” as the sodden rubber was pealed away from her arms. ...

Boot Camp: Slave 100 by GaggedUtopia I have been running this camp for almost 3 years now. It is a 13 room farmhouse sitting on 20 acres of land in upstate New York. I bought the place to get away and relax with my wife, Marie and slave of 7 years. To better suit the place to our needs, I gutted a few rooms of the house and set them up as playrooms. For almost two years we enjoyed the house to ourselves until one day I received a request from a friend of mine. Paul was well aware of our activities at the farmhouse and knew my wife was a trained slave. It was this knowledge the prompted him to ask me to train his own slave, or more to the point, train his girlfriend, Diane, to be a better slave. ...

A second part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come. The next morning she could barely concentrate on her work. She spent two hours with two other students, but she was always thinking of what she would have to expect when Walter came back for his lesson. She was wearing some of her rubber pants under her normal dress and every time she moved she felt the material touching her naked pussy. ...

DIY Selfbondage by Afff With no one around, I put on my makeshift bondage/chastity suit. Using 3 old dress shirts, I achieved a tightness at the neck similar to a collar, and by buttoning the cuffs to their smallest, I find it contstricting to bend my arms. A special device made of wire hanger goes through all thre top buttons, and locks the shirts on, and is then covered by a tie, pulled very tightly. I then put on some Dickies painter overalls - which serve as both an anchor point and chastity. ...

Sylvia’s Bunny by Stingray 5 This story is based on some factual events, although I wish it were all true. Sylvia is my ex boss though and knows something of my penchant for feminine dress. For U.S. viewers, tights read as pantyhose. I had the rare opportunity to do some overtime at work. It wasn’t a regular thing, but afforded me the chance to act out a little adventure that I had been longing to try. Sometimes, things act as an inspiration for some crazy self bondage game and the Easter themed sale offer - that Sylvia had put up in the shop window downstairs ...

Part One Last night was the most recent of a series of test runs in my newest toy—a new plus ultra of bondage equipment–. After years of desire, I bought a steel standing cage. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of them. They are often referred to as “portable jail cells,” although “portable” is a relative term—it is a heavy item! This one is six feet tall and about 18” inches wide and deep, with the front door divided into three panels for different levels of access. I bought mine from eXrestraints*—very good people to deal with: if you want it, they have it. Their prices are not the cheapest, but I save a couple of hundred dollars by haunting their auctions on eBay–. ...

The Cage Experiments, Part 1 by Professor Challenger Last night was the most recent of a series of test runs in my newest toy—a ne plus ultra of bondage equipment–. After years of desire, I bought a steel standing cage. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of them. They are often referred to as “portable jail cells,” although “portable” is a relative term—it is a heavy item! This one is six feet tall and about 18” inches wide and deep, with the front door divided into three panels for different levels of access. I bought mine from eXrestraints*—very good people to deal with: if you want it, they have it. Their prices are not the cheapest, but I save a couple of hundred dollars by haunting their auctions on eBay–. ...

My wife had just left to work, and I had been planning this day for weeks. It was a hot, humid day in Minnesota. Temperature was about 90 by 11:00 am. I have had a simple wooden dowel about 3 feet long for years and I went out and bought three eyebolts for it. I put one on each end, and the third in the center. I had two dog collars ready. One collar for each ankle. Along with a twelve-inch steel link dog chain, and my ball stretcher/divider all set in place in the garage. I also had taken my “kit” out of the cabinet for any additional items I would think of later. ...

Chapter 1 Greg Matthews enjoyed being a company rep, especially with the freedom of activity that came with being away all over the country for weeks at a time. He was a pretty athletic sort of individual, well built, but given more to personal prowess rather than being one of his company’s sales team, and possessed of a streak of male vanity that almost begged a challenge from the fates. And one day the fates decided to answer the challenge. ...

This story was based of a series of pictures at a Yahoo group (which has, predictably, been deleted), where a woman was locked in a body cage, never to be released. As usual, any comments or critiques are always welcomed. Be warned that this is a grim story, with a not-too-happy ending. “Will you forgive me, my Pharaoh?” “Why should I?” The supreme ruler of all Egypt glared at his queen. “You have betrayed me, violated our sacred vows, and you have destroyed my trust. Why should I forgive you?” ...

Among The Missing Chapter 5 by Rubberwolf Chapter 5 Ann tumbled out of the boot, supported by Dave and, after clearing her vision following the comparative darkness of the car boot, tried to take in her surroundings. She appeared to be in an industrial estate. Dave grabbed the lead, that was dangling between her breasts and started to drag her towards one of the industrial units. It was, Ann considered, quite large. Perhaps it was a warehouse. However, only half of her attention was now on her surroundings, as she began to stumble on the loose grave of the car park. Whoever decided that this was a good road surface had never tried to negotiate it in heels, especially heels this tall. However, eventually, after a little difficulty and a lot of support from Dave, she made it in to the lobby of the club. ...

One More Wish by Rbrbill “To the woman with who has everything. Happy Birthday!” Julie is twenty-one today. She is spoiled. The daughter of a wealthy business magnate, Julie lives a pampered life of luxury. Julie lives in her own townhouse, paid for by Daddy. Julie drives a BMW roadster. Julie attends the best eastern school. Julie shows off her wealth any chance she can. Julie pretty much has everything. Julie flaunts her wealth regularly. She looks down on the regular people. She’s a snob. ...

The Auction by Rbbral “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming, please be seated, and welcome to our bi-annual auction. I’m pleased to see some familiar faces and a couple of new ones. I’m sure, as always you will not be disappointed. Today we have three young fillies on the block and, as a special treat, a young stallion.” There was a murmuring in the audience; this was exciting, this had never happened before. Some bidders smiled approvingly. ...

I’ve really gone and done it this time, I thought, desperately trying to calm down and compose myself. After what seemed like several minutes, the panic attack I was experiencing subsided, a sense of calm rational began to take over. I must be sweating profusely, I am as hot as hell encased in my composite confines of rubber, leather and steel, got to get a grip, calm right down and cool down or I will really be suffering. ...

A couple of years ago along with a group of our friends we formed a private bondage club. The club had 14 members including Don and I. We usually met on the first and third Fridays of each month at Bill and Esme’s rambling old house on the edge of town. This was an ideal venue as it had a large cellar that made an ideal dungeon. Every couple of months or so we had a theme night. A recent one was a medieval night. This gave the menfolk the opportunity to build some medieval bondage devices such as a pillory and a rack – both of which have been well used ever since. ...

I met Mandy at college and by the end of the first semester we were sharing a small terrace house not far from the campus. Our interest in bondage started in a very casual way but soon we had quite an extensive collection of bondage gear and our play sessions had become a regular feature of our lives. This is the story of what happened one night in mid-winter in our third year at college. ...

It had been a busy week and I was looking forward to a couple of days off. I cursed the swirling wind and driving rain as I hurried down the street towards home. How I envied Don who mainly worked from home and didn’t have to brave this foul weather and rush hour traffic five days a week. A final squall sent leaves scurrying down the street as I fumbled for the front door key. At last inside and in the warmth of the house, the weather could now do what it liked. ...

The Storm by Don Martin A story of the penalty for not listening to the weather forecast and not reading emails from your partner I had ten days off between jobs so Jenny decided that we should take a break in the country. She had found just the place, a cabin in the foothills of the mountains not too far from the city. Here we could do a little walking, some fishing and, of course, play some of our favourite bondage games. At the last moment Jenny’s boss asked her to work for the first three days as an important client was coming to town. ...

Don had to go to Hong Kong to see a client, so early that morning I had driven him to the airport to catch his plane. As so often happens there was a delay and we had to hang about the terminal until after lunch. As a result it was the middle of the afternoon before I got home. I still had the bed to make, house to tidy, the ironing to do and generally to get organised for starting another week’s work in the morning. Oh how I hate Mondays! ...