SCHOOL OF RUBBER; Breakfast for a rubberdolly (note that dolly now refers to herself as dolly as her free will is all but gone) 3 weeks after enrollment. Samantha Morton was no more! In her place existed dolly, a fully rubberised sex toy, available for rent or sale to the most perverted (& highest) bidder. She was now starting her training in the art of rubber pleasure. Dolly awoke as soon as the bright lights in her room snapped on. The room was bare apart from an open wardrobe, overflowing with rubber clothing of all designs, colours & purposes. A whipping horse sat against one wall, the whole room was smothered in rubber, rubber wallpaper, rubber curtains & even tufted rubber carpet! Dolly lay on a rubber bed, in fact, she was vaccumn sealed into it. Immediately she felt the tightness of the rubber sheets that imprisoned her like a fly in amber. The fullness of her crotch overtaken by the intense vibrations caused by the two immense dildo’s. ...

(story continues from The Game) The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The game had become a lot more serious than Jeremy and Megan’s initial gambit. Jeremy had been busy… One week after their first meeting – Megan found herself in one hell of a predicament. She was wearing nothing but her own sweat glistening gently in the moonlight. Her feet remained unbound – but her knees were cinched tightly together with a simple length of clothesline. Her wrists and elbows were bound firmly, and were raised high above her back. Megan’s delicate hands were attached to one of the ceiling rafters, and she was going nowhere – on strapado. ...

The Wedding by Gagged20 The Wedding by Gagged20 In a small, secluded country, they have a rather unusual wedding tradition. After the bride and groom have been courting for a few years, and there is a wedding proposal, the wedding date is set. Guests and the wedding party are called and invited, and reservations are made, much like they are here in the US. However, there are a few things that happen. Let me tell you of my personal accounts. ...

A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale Friday morning could not get here soon enough. All week I had been both dreading and anticipating our weekend up in the hills at a “discreet” cabin far from civilization. The cabin belonged to a friend of Yours, and i had no doubt due to her financial and lifestyle status that it was posh as well as extremely well-equipped for those who’s proclivities included all forms of BDSM play. W/we left the house around 7 a.m., eager to get there early. The trip itself wasn’t overly exerting, only a three and a half hour drive up into the mountains, and the last thirty minutes of that was up the private road to the cabin itself. ...

My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas This is the true accounting of the very first time I was tied up. First, some background leading up to the incident. The summer of ‘68 was one of those hot, humid ones that everyone hates. The kind where the temperature & the humidity race each other to see which can get higher. I’m a 16 year old male, with a secret I couldn’t tell anyone. I LOVED to wear women’s underwear. Especially Panties & Slips (half or Full). The feel of the nylon against my skin just sent me into heaven. I was able to hide this fairly well, occasionally wearing panties to school & sleeping in slips. My parents decided to go on a driving vacation to Virginia & Florida, taking my younger brother with them. I elected to stay…. mainly because I could wear my “special” clothes all day long. They left on Sat & the trouble began on Tuesday night. It was sweltering that night, but I still wore my favorite panty & slip. Sometime during the night I was awakened by a noise. (I figure it was around 2/3 am) I wasn’t sure I had actually heard anything since I was partially asleep, so I laid there listening for it again. I didn’t hear anything so I figured it must have come from outside (maybe a car door or something). Since I had to pee anyway I got up to go to the bathroom. I leave my room & turn towards the bathroom, I take a few steps when I’m shoved up against a wall from behind. Two males had a hold of me & were telling to to be quiet (at least I think they were - I was so scared I pretty much blanked out anything they said - I’m sure they made comments about my garb - who wouldn’t?) They said I wouldn’t be hurt & to come with them. (from this point on I’ll refer to them as #1 & #2) #1 held my arms tightly while #2 tied one of my mothers scarves into my mouth so tight that the corners of my mouth hurt. They then each took one arm & led me down the stairs to the first floor. I pleaded with them not to hurt me & I guess I got a little too loud because #1 punched me in the stomach. Not too hard but enough to knock the wind out of me. I didn’t resist much after that. They took me down into the cellar. The main cellar light was on. That’s when I realized how they got in. I hadn’t closed the cellar windows (I forgot all week long). One window is above the stairs & the other is on the opposite side, on the neighbors driveway. I quickly looked at that window & that’s when I decided it wouldn’t be so bad. As long as these guys didn’t hurt me I’d be ok. (My neighbor parks his car at the window & he leaves for work early. I’ll just wait for him then yell up & he’ll rescue me.) In the few seconds these thoughts went through my head, the burglars took me to the middle of the cellar where a kitchen chair was all ready for me. They sat me down & proceeded to tie me up. Or, should I say tape me up since that’s what they used. #1 taped my legs to the chair legs & #2 taped my wrist together behind the chair. #2 then taped my body & arms to the chair back & # 1 did the same to my thighs. As they were doing this # 2 was asking me where the money & any valuables were. I told me (as best I could gagged) that there’s only a few hundred $$ in the house & where they would find them. I’d have told them anything they wanted to hear. When they were finished taping me up they use another scarf to blindfold me. I don’t know why since they were wearing stocking masks. I heard them speaking to each other softly. Then # 2 leans in from behind me & says “You’ve been very helpful. Now there’s one more thing I need you to do”. I was about to ask what he wanted but all I got out was “What”. As soon as my mouth opened he started cramming a large piece of cloth into my mouth. The cleave gag prevented it from going in to far but it did make my mouth open quite a bit. (causing more pain to the corners) When it was in as far as it would go #1 slapped a piece of tape over it. Then # 2 started wrapping more tape around my head. I then heard one of them go & close the 2 windows. My heart sunk. Freedom escaped me. #2 went upstairs & #1 pinched me hard. #2 then came back & said that he could hardly hear anything. They then left me & went upstairs (after turning out the lights). I immediately started working to get loose but I couldn’t get any leverage to fight the tape. I thought I’d try to loosen the gag by pushing on the wadding against the tape. it was then I made a discovery. My tongue came upon something I recognized & when I did I almost retched. It touched elastic, the elastic I’d come to love so well. That means I was gagged with panties. Not only that, but they had to be from the dirty laundry basket not more than 8 feet from me. (I was supposed to do the laundry Sun but I didn’t feel like it) This meant they were my Mothers dirty panties!! I couldn’t believe it. Knowing my mother, I knew they were very dirty. It took all I could muster not to vomit. After a while the guys came down to check up on me & told me they were leaving. I continued to fight the tape but to no avail. Finally I decided to just wait it out. After what seemed an eon I heard my neighbor leave his house. I screamed into my gag as hard as I could. But he didn’t hear me. My last hope drove off & left me. Now I was really scared, how the hell was I going to get free?? I had mental pictures of myself dying down there from dehydration or something. It was hot as hell & I was sweating like a pig. The gag naturally made me thirsty & I had wet myself twice already I was running out of liquids. The worse part was not being able to see anything. During the course of the day people were within feet of meet & didn’t hear me yelling. The wife of my neighbor came out several times & the paperboy & mailman dropped by. it was very frustrating. My only hope would be if a neighbor came over to check on me & if the door wasn’t locked (it was). I blacked out several times, from the heat probably. Man, you’d think with all the sweating I did it would loosen the tape somewhere. They used good quality duct tape. Finally, something dawned on me. There used to be an old knife down here. It came with the house & is never used (as far as I know) but it should be here. I believe it is on the shelving by the stairs. Unfortunately, the chair had moved a bit during my struggles & I’m not sure which way I facing. I start moving the chair backwards a little at a time, I could only move maybe 2 inches at a try. I finally hit something & realize I’m going in the wrong direction . At least now I knew where I was & very slowly & very hard I was able to move the chair the right way. By now my arms where numb so I knew I had to be very careful not to drop the knife when I found it. Finally, I reached the shelves & found the knife. I didn’t know how I was going to work this, but I decided to slip the handle thru the chair back sliding it under my ass. When I was sure it was going to stay put I tried to slice the tape on my wrists. It was very dull but eventually it did cut the tape enough so I could rip the rest. My hands were pretty useless for awhile, I had to wait for the pins & needles to stop. (Good thing I was gagged). I then started to work on my upper body, my thighs & finally my legs. I couldn’t move right away. I sat there, weak from the experience. I tried to remove the gag, but it stuck to much to my hair. I went over to the tub basin & but my head under the faucet. God, it that feel good!! After a few minutes I was able to peal away the tape without loosing too much hair. I pulled out the panties, but I couldn’t untie the scarf. It had been tied to tight too long. So I went upstairs with it still on. I found some scissors & cut it off. I looked at the clock & it was almost 9:00 PM! I’d been tied up for almost 18 hours. That is my story. Needless to say, I NEVER forgot to close & lock the windows again. The men where never caught (as far as I know). I’m just grateful they didn’t hurt me. THE END ...

For today’s adventure, I decided to see the world a different way. I’d wanted to do this for ages but couldn’t figure out a way to make it work. Being tied was Ok, but I was always looking for new ways to do it. Once I’d put the key to my handcuffs in a small box, and a coin in five identical boxes so that they weighed the same. I placed each box in a corner of the house and thrown the last one out of the window into the back garden. Then I stripped, gagged and blindfolded myself, chained the cuffs to my ankles and dragged myself around the house in search of the key. The two boxes upstairs yielded copper coins. Getting downstairs was hard work and gave me carpet burns on my knees, elbows and breasts. I was lying across the front doorway, resting, when a shower of letters, bills and junk mail dropped on me as the postman made his delivery. Fortunately the door is half solid, with frosted glass at the top. I’d like to think he went on his way, oblivious to the shock and suffering on the other side of the door. I was thankful that the key was in the next box, and I didn’t have to slither across the patio in search of a small object sitting in 150 square yards of grass. ...

I have always been very fond of packaging up women in small containers. My wife and I have several items we’ve purchased for just this purpose, including a camel topped trunk, a mail bag, another duffle bag, a cage, numerous cardboard boxes, a Samsonite wheeled upright soft-sided suitcase, and a steamer trunk big enough to fit two women somewhat comfortably. While she’s occupied the trunk many times, we’ve always wanted to tie her “69” to another woman, with each plugged into the other with dildo-fitted harness gags then lock them both in. ...

Hotel Bound by Slut Donna First let me introduce myself, I am of average build, just finished high school, I have black hair, brownish green eyes and am a heterosexual single male. I have been interested in self bondage for about 5 years or so. I also have a fetish to dress up in women’s clothing, and love self bondage. Now this story takes place at a hotel on summers day in mid July, the temperature is about 20 degrees out and there is a thunderstorm lurking. I have been preparing for this day for about a month. I did all the shopping through online shops, and raked up a nice little bill. I arrive at the hotel, around 12 in the afternoon. I first start off by filling up a big jug with water then sticking it in the mini freezer, which should take a few hours. Next I hop into the bathroom to take a nice relaxing shower as well as shave. When I get out I notice it is now just after 2 o’clock, Still need to kill some time I thought, so I get dressed and decide to go to the local porn shop to maybe get something to get me excited. ...

She had a job, but the money she made from it didn’t seem worth her while. She had a place to go home to, but it wasn’t a home. It was a nearly empty room in a run-down apartment building, and that might be okay to live in, but this apartment had nothing to cheer her up. She had lost most everything she had in a fire. The police called it an accident, but she was sure her drunk parents that had done it. She wasn’t home at the time and no bodies were found. She had a “boyfriend”, but he was giving her money to keep herself off the streets, but not enough for anything else, and if she tried to get out of their relationship, she knew he would do something cruel. He was selfish, and he would probably plant drugs on her or in her car or apartment and then turn her in, or something like that. ...

It had been nearly a week since Alan had been over to Meredith’s house and played around with her bondage gear and indulged in their plastic fetishes. Normally, Alan would have that feeling of reluctance to get up out of bed, but this was Friday morning, and he and Meredith had made a date for after their martial arts class. They both had Saturdays off so they weren’t bothered by a pesky weekend schedule. Alan was supposed to spend the night at Meredith’s house tonight, probably the same way as last Friday night, with one of them bound, mummified, or maybe something even better! Meredith did say that she had some new ideas that she’d like to try on him tonight, since he had tied her last Friday night. Alan was going to suggest that they try binding each other together some way or another, but he was surely going to go along with whatever idea she had instead. She said it had bondage of course, and that it had plenty of plastic. Oh man, Alan couldn’t wait! ...

By nine-thirty this morning my wife was showered and ready for her day to begin. We had discussed several possible scenarios for the day, but she did not know which one was to be her fate. She knew only that she was to be bound, gagged, and fully filled nude, then packed into a cardboard box and transported to another location for extended play. I began by binding her wrists in front of her, a rare deviation from my much preferred hands-behind-the-back position of choice. Having her arms in front was necessary however, as I knew from previous experiences that the box was so small that she would need to tuck her arms between her legs if the box was to be closed. I then gagged her by packing her mouth with a nerf ball, securing it in place with several yards of elastic bandage wound around her head. Extended packaging does not seem complete unless the slave is thoroughly filled and sealed. A butt plug and a dildo filled that need, and her, quite nicely. A nice, tight crotch rope made certain that her packing was held securely in place. ...

(story continues from The Mall Adventure) The Mall Adventure- Part 3 by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure3 by Scott Akins James didn’t waste much time with that request. He worked the ring into Jenni’s mouth and behind her teeth. It was a tight fit and he wondered just how long the woman could take such a large gag. He then buckled all the straps to a comfortable level. The ring was big enough that the straps weren’t necessary to actually hold the ring in place much. Sara noticed the fact that he didn’t pull the straps down as tight as he could. ...

Sara sat anxiously in her first class seat. She had been on hundreds of plane flights before since she started working as a flight attendant, but this time was different. She was a passenger on her way to a two week long vacation. But this vacation was going to be unlike any other she had ever taken and she knew it. Sara met Jason over the internet five months ago and they were looking forward to when she could come for a visit. They had e-mailed and talked over the phone many times and have become good friends during all their conversations. ...

She had read many of my stories on the Internet and then sent several e-mails overflowing with praise for my writing and asking if it was possible to meet me because she had feelings just exactly like some of the characters I had portrayed. Well, I thought, why not? Tricia, I wrote, when you arrive in this city you will go directly to the hotel where you are pre-registered for a two night stay. Check in time is 3pm and as soon as you have unpacked I want you to go down to the coffee shop and have a light meal. I suggest a salad and a non-alcoholic drink then go back to your room and relax until 5:30pm. ...

The beginning It was towards the end of semester that my life changed. My name is (or was) Samantha Morton & I was a college student at a small mid-west campus. I was a normal,18 year old girl. Blonde, slim but with large 36-D breasts that had caused me some embarrassment in the past. I usually wore baggy sweatshirts to cover them up & jeans. I knew I’d never be as pretty as the girls on the cheerleading circuit. One day, Mitchell Thomas, the school hunk, asked me over to help him study biology. I gigglingly said yes! ...

(story continues from The Herb Plot 11)_ The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 7 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 7 Interloper moved through hyperspace, if ‘moved’ could be applied in the context of traveling outside of space and time. The message from the Admiralty was addressed to the Interloper’s commanding officer, and after Captain Goda read the rescue orders she sent for Lieutenant Commander Pami Erig, Officer-in-Charge of the Special Activities Detachment. “Well, Pami, you’re going to have a chance to try out your new organization. Two anthropologists from the University of Zarn have gone missing in Avorna. That’s a medieval kingdom on the third planet of star H662541034.” (Captain Goda always gave the star number. No one else cared.) ...

Tryst with a Twist by Lewd Lloyd Tryst with a Twist by Lewd Lloyd The lounge was pretty much like any other lounge in any other large downtown hotel late on a weeknight. Only a few customers remained. The bartender had started his closing activities, wiping the glasses as he had a thousand times before. A young man sat at the bar finishing the last of several beers. Vicki, pretty in her thirties, sat at a table, immaculately attired in a stylish business suit. She had kicked off her high heels as she playfully sipped her customary daiquiri. ...

Jennifer Simms entered the office she had been corresponding with for the last few months. She had first came across the Brides by Post company in the personal columns of the local newspaper. Having been recently widowed, she missed having a husband, but dreaded dipping her toe in the murky waters of singles bars and personals. After a week of thought she would drop them a line, to find out what they did. Having read the brochure, she felt she liked the idea of starting a new life in a less tame part of the country with a new husband. After much form-filling and other letters, she had been asked to send $200 for the service and to come to the office. ...

It was the dog days of August, but I was already beginning to get excited. Soon the leaves would begin changing color and football season would be here! I enjoy being outside in the summer, and don’t much care for baseball, the NBA Playoffs, NASCAR, tennis or golf, but I love to watch Pro Football! There is nothing better than spending Sunday with the NFL. Not to mention Monday Night Football, and the occasional Thursday or Friday night game on ESPN! ...

Hi Gromet! Here’s a little story I wrote for a friend. I thought you might like to add it to your website. Best regards, Rubbernun How They Met by Rubbernun Angelina stood in front of the cemetery’s gate. Alright, maybe she shouldn’t do it, but on the other hand, the party had already started and she didn’t want to miss the right time to hit on the new guy. She really had a crush on him, that’s why she had herself spiced up a bit more than usual. The short blouse and microskirt of her schoolgirl uniform didn’t take much time, but she had really worked on her pointy red fingernails, and it seemed forever until they dried. Now it was already dark but, heck, the way over the graveyard would save her precious time. ...