Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant The train clanked on through dark, damp countryside towards its unattractive destination. Scattered sparsely around its seats, the passengers were largely late-night commuters, looking tired in business clothes. Joe had been unobtrusively watching the woman who sat opposite him several seats away on the dimly lit, rattling train for some time now. She was clearly tired, and hadn’t noticed him. She wore a demure yet stylish blouse and skirt, and elegant heels. As he turned the page of his newspaper and flicked another glance her way, she shifted in her seat and gave a sigh. In his mind’s eye, the sigh came filtered through a thick layer of packing material, and the slight movements of her body were against the ropes that held her tightly balled. In reality, she crossed her legs, took a sip from a bottle of water, and rested her head back against the headrest, eyes closed, oblivious of his attention. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant The Christian conservatives had finally gained complete control of the legislature and governor’s office and over the next few years appointed enough of judges in State courts that for all practical purposes they controlled the judiciary as well. Pursuing their “God-given” duty they began the Righteous Crusade to root our “immorality.” The police raided brothels, pornographic bookstores, massage parlors, and every other sexually oriented business, prosecuting the “evil doers” under the newly enacted vice laws. The police, however, were not the scariest part of the Crusade. After all, they had to show at least token compliance to due process. The vigilante groups did not. Driven by fundamentalist religious zeal, they pursued their own program to eradicate the “moral cancer” in the state. Suspected offenders were rounded up in late night raids, tried before the vigilantes (where for some reason they were always found guilty) and punished according to Old Testament law. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant Marie is considered the best female escape artist in the world. Marie was so confident that she issued an escape challenge. Marie told her last audience that she could escape any form of binding. Her terms were very simple if she was unable to escape she would pay him or her 750,000 dollars. The rules were as follows any form of bindings was acceptable. The location would be her home in the country. You will get three chances to bind her. There will be no time limit. She will be nude for every escape challenge. Also you must leave the room while she is escaping. If she wins the escape challenge you become her non paid employee for life? ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant “I really don’t know how these people do it.” thinking to myself. It had been 30 minutes since I passed the last sign of civilization if you want to call a single pump gas station civilization. “I bet they don’t even take credit cards!” I ranted. I was starting to regret accepting my friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in Maine. I never could quite understand what the thrill of driving 3 hours to a cabin just to get drunk was. I guess that is why I am here, I felt compelled to find out. ...

As this is my first real packaged story, I would appreciate any feedback regarding what I got right, and what I got wrong. I tried to focus on a human relationship, with the packaging being an element that added to the fun. I hope you all enjoy this story, as I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Tiedash, who proof read the first two parts of the story. ...

As this is my first real packaged story, I would appreciate any feedback regarding what I got right, and what I got wrong. I tried to focus on a human relationship, with the packaging being an element that added to the fun. I hope you all enjoy this story, as I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Tiedash, who proof read the first two parts of the story. ...

As this is my first real packaged story, I would appreciate any feedback regarding what I got right, and what I got wrong. I tried to focus on a human relationship, with the packaging being an element that added to the fun. I hope you all enjoy this story, as I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Tiedash, who proof read the first two parts of the story. ...

As this is my first real packaged story, I would appreciate any feedback regarding what I got right, and what I got wrong. I tried to focus on a human relationship, with the packaging being an element that added to the fun. I hope you all enjoy this story, as I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Tiedash, who proof read the first two parts of the story. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant ! Oh my god. She’s here already! Is everything ready? I can’t believe this is really happening. Jerry rushed down the hallway, stepping carefully along rich brocade rugs that lay over the polished hardwood floor. Stopping in front of hallway mirror, he took a moment to collect himself, patting down a few loose hairs and tucking in an errant shirt tail. Through the lead glass window behind him he could see his green expanse of lawn (just mown this morning) sloping down gently to the shop. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant I looked up into the eyes of my old master. He reached down and gave my naked breast a gentle squeeze with a final smile. I could feel the Styrofoam peanut packing material shifting under my bare body. Another servant placed the latex hood over my head and pulled it into the correct position covering my eyes and face with only three small holes. Two holes were for my nostrils where the short tubes from the oxygen line allowed me to breath. The other hole accepted the larger tube for water combined with nutrients. I took a large gulp from the water tube. Yuk! The liquid protein and vitamins made the warm mineral water taste horrible. My hands were cuffed to the sides of the crate, which measured four feet by four feet by eight. There was an oxygen tank providing breathable air for the next 24 hours that should give me enough time to get where I was going. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant “Let’s see, is that everything?” Glancing around, Stacy tried to think of anything she might have forgotten. As far as she could tell, she’d gotten everything. Which was good, she thought, looking at the trunk standing open at the bottom of the stairs. She seriously doubted she could fit much more in there. Not that she cared how much she had to cram into the thing. She’d cram stuff in to get rid of him. ...

I had always been into Self Bondage even before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn’t that much stuff.. Soon I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned me on even more. I’m not gay, and I’d never want to be with another man, but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath. ...

I had always been into Self Bondage even before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn’t that much stuff.. Soon I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned me on even more. I’m not gay, and I’d never want to be with another man, but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath. ...

Living the normal suburban life of a wife was ok; it just did not seem real exciting. One day I asked my husband, Mike, who is employed in a high tech development lab, if we could try a few things to maybe spice up our lives both personally and sexually. He asked to think on it for a while and later we had a discussion about things in general and when it came to improving our intimacy there were some rather odd things thrown out at the time, or at least I thought them odd at that time. Some of the things discussed were surprise, role playing, and exotic dressing for pleasure. I totally drew the line at pain and said that strange (to me at the time) clothing would be interesting but I would like to keep it quite private. Well things did spice up in a more conventional way and for a while it was good but when I asked about some of the exotic things we talked about he just winked his eye and said give it time. ...

What an experience by Caroline Well he got published …… so I lost my bet and now I have to reveal my “self bondage” addiction to you all in person …… It all started on a very hot summer afternoon. I was about 16 years old and I think I was the horniest chick in town. I loved to stretch my pussy lips, squeeze my nipples and whenever possible run around naked. I poked my pussy with whatever I could find that fitted … if possible oversized. ...

Willing to be a Mistress by Enclosed Lady – enclosedlady (at) yahoo (dot) com Dedicated to: Claudia and Sir Marc from Canada —————– This is a long story and English isn’t my 1st language, so you might find some mistakes. Hope everyone enjoy. Adult story +18 evolving F/f. – Feedback welcome. One chloroform handkerchief clamped over my mouth and nose as soon as I entered my friend’s house. I tried to get rid of the grip, but was too late. I woke up hours later, disoriented, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. The large room was illuminated by a faint spotlight, there were some odd furniture and bdsm devices and I could feel the floor was covered by a smooth carpet. I still had my boots on and my shirt, but the rest of my clothing was gone. I felt a presence but couldn’t move, my body was bound with hard leather straps and a very tight leather gag strap filled my mouth muting any protest. Another device was also hard to ignore, a dildo with a finger-like flange curled up from the base, pressed a pad against my clit while another larger flange curled inside my back channel. I heard soft footsteps and I tried to call for help, but only muffled sounds came out. “Just relax.” was the only thing I got from a female voice and then a click switched on the device deep inside me. At first it was a faint hum, I moaned, it was pleasant, but after a few minutes the buzz increased and several vibrations and pulses were tickling and poking my clit and anus, both entrances could feel the movements of my hips. The pulsating invader was guiding me to an inevitable orgasm; I was moaning and gasping without control, shaking inside my restraints. My inner contractions soon began and I violently succumbed into a heavy orgasm. The buzz then diminished turning again into a faint hum. My breathing was heavy and I thought the nightmare maybe ended but the panic hit me again when the lights went off, exposing my naked and sweat body to the darkness. ...

The following is a work of fiction involving adult themes. If you aren’t interested in bondage and erotica, please go elsewhere. I should also point out that I’ve never been to Eros boutique, I don’t know if they employ anyone name Margaret, and that I’m creating the descriptions that followed from whole cloth. This story was originally started for a contest they sponsored, but wasn’t completed in time for submission. I will happily remove the references to the store upon request. ...

(Author’s note: A couple of years ago I went to see a French movie called “The Piano Teacher”. It was one of those moody French movies that seem to go nowhere, and yet you always remember. This told the story of a repressed spinster, who was a piano teacher. She takes on this handsome young student, Walter. She is very authoritarian and is quite insulting to him and his talents. Just as you are wondering where this will go, in a scene near the end the woman confesses her “secret’ to the young man. Kneeling in front of him she lays out in front of him a gag, cuffs and other bondage paraphernalia, and hands him a note. She says she wants to be dominated by him. The woman is played by Isabelle Huppert, one of the great French actresses. She is still stunning to look at and is a wonderful actress. This scene came from nowhere and it took a great performance to pull it off. I think she won the French “Oscar” for the role. There were a few giggles in the audience, mainly I think from kids overcome by their own embarrassment – trying to be cool, but giving away their naivety. I cannot imagine any American actress taking on a role like this, or pulling it off, too edgy. As movies often do, it got me thinking about an alternate ending, so I wrote this; in I hope the enigmatic, cool style of the movie. And oh yes, it would be wonderful if Isabelle would take on the role!) ...

This is not a happy, fun bondage story. If you don’t like grim stuff, then you probably won’t enjoy this story. A special thank you must go to the members of the Gromets plaza forum, whose input and suggestions helped shape this story into its final form “Goodnight!” Twenty three-year-old Rebecca watched as the two old people walked out of the restaurant into the cold night. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. Two more happy customers. She put herself to work, clearing off the table that was covered in dishes and dirty utensils. ...

This story is a sequel to Brides of the Mummy It was extremely dark inside the corridors of the pyramid. Alexis poked her flashlight through the doorway, trying to see down the long hallway that stretched before her. “Alexis, come in. Status report.” The sudden plea squawking from the radio made her jump. She picked up the radio and pressed the reply button. “Nothing yet. I’m descending into the lower passageways.” ...