The Pole by Dan Dofogh The Pole by Dan Dofogh 2000 All Rights Reserved Her legs were cramping again. The long period of standing, of not being able to bend her legs was slowly wearing her out. She didn’t know how long it had been, but it felt like hours. Her hands went to her neck for what must be the hundredth time, running along the leather around her neck. ...

(story continues from Writing My Future 4) Writing my Future- Part 5 by julise Writing my Future - Part 3 by julise Lisa stopped in what seemed like a dining room. As I could only look down, I only saw legs of a table and chairs but it was definitely some sort of very formal dining area. We stopped for a minute, I guess so that Lisa could surmise where to put me, and then I felt her tug on my collar again. She stopped me before a chair at the head of the table and pushed on my shoulders sending me into a kneeling position. When my knees reached the hard floor, Lisa wrapped my chain leash around the heavy table leg and then locked it there with a sturdy padlock. The click of the padlock seemed to echo in my ears and taunt me with the permanence of my situation. I fought back what seemed like an endless supply of tears. I had cried more in the last day and a half then I had ever cried before. It just wasn’t fair. Sometimes that was the only thought that went through my mind over and over again. It just wasn’t fair. I felt Lisa lean down and her breath was on my neck again. ...

Birthday Surprise by Ruber Devotee What a year it has been, I must say. My wife Karen, had been laid off her job as a stewardess due to the sagging economy. I have been able to pick up our expenses but our extra spending money has become almost non-existent. Our lives have been going well except for one thing. Karen and I have been married for 11 years, and our sex life has been mostly satisfying. In the last year though I have rediscovered a sexual desire that I have kept under wraps since I was a teenager. When I married Karen I had fallen deeply in love, and our personalities went well together. My personality is of a mediating type, always looking for a way to settle arguments peacefully, very easy going, etc. Karen also has these traits, but is a little more aggressive in dealing with people. She does happen to have red hair, which may have something to do with it. ...

Hi to all self bondage enthusiasts, here is my once and only time I was caught during a self bondage session of mine. Let me introduce myself first before I start, I am 24 now, I am 5’6” 137lbs, shoulder length brown highlighted hair, green eyes, lovely legs, shaved, 34b-24-34, nicely toned body with average looks. I always have been excited/turned on seeing a girl tied up on TV or during a movie, so I tried it my very first time when I was about 15 years old. I loved it and couldn’t get enough of tying myself up, each time became better and better more exciting and wanted to be pleased and couldn’t wait until the next time I tied myself up and always thinking of new ways to tie/tease myself or tie myself up to and masturbate in one wild orgasm. Once I was old enough and online I learned so much about self tying and amazed at how many people other then I done this type of play. I always thought that I was alone in this style of play. And always had to be careful around my parents so they wouldn’t discover my self bondage items that I hid very well, and especially them finding me in a self bondage session. ...

David and Linda The Beginning by Richard George David and Linda - The Beginning by Richard George The soft scent of Gardenia perfume remains in my mind as the first impression of Linda. That and her deep blue eyes held my attention from the moment we met. Staring into those pools of blue as I shook her hand I couldn’t help noticing the subtle aroma of gardenia . . .and something else. I couldn’t place it right then but her perfume affected me and I felt a stirring in my pants. She smiled and I thought I saw a hint of desire in her face as well. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before we left for the restaurant. For a blind date, Linda exceeded my expectations. Auburn hair framed her face and accented her eyes. Her body was well proportioned and each feature seemed to flow into the next with the perfection of a sculpture. The silk blouse she wore helped my male tendencies to undress her with my eyes. Her breasts appeared firm even without the benefit of a bra. Maybe it was the coolness of the evening air but I couldn’t help noticing her nipples were as hard as I was. As she turned to go out the door I took a long look at her behind. Her skirt hugged her hips and buns and gave me a nearly perfect image of them. The bottom seam of her blouse formed a half moon line across the middle of her buns. The stirring in my loins increased when I realized no panty lines were present. ...

Didi’s Story by ? Death and the wind kissed in the treetops and showered me with a golden rain of falling leaves as I hurried down Rue Des Halles for yet another last minute business meeting. At least I was spending a cold, late autumn weekend in Paris. The sun was beginning to set, hunching shouldered people scurrying past me, the light falling fast as I entered my hotel lobby which was basking in a soft velvety glow cast from the magnificent chandeliers above. I had such a chill in my bone as the concierge handed me the key to my suite. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and open my ‘special’ suitcase. In a romantic city like Paris, one must always be prepared. ...

Amy and I knew of each others self bondage games and often talked about them amongst ourselves, but we have never done a game with each other. We decided it was time to change that. After coming up with ideas, we found one that we both wanted to do. In Amy’s basement, which serves as our dungeon whenever any of us do any bondage games, there’s a sort of closet size room in there with no door. That is where we chose to be tied. Our story would be that we are captured by some knights and locked in here until we are to be tortured. First thing we had to do was make a door that we could shut and use to keep us in there. With a little help from some wood, cardboard and a staple gun, we managed to make a pretty nice looking door. We cut some bar shapes near the top to give it a dungeon door look to it, and to let some light in the room. We pushed the door into the frame of the room and it fit very tightly. Perfect. Now to set up our bondage. ...

Chapter 1 - Helen I had been preparing for the right victim for my pleasure for many months and I had finally made my choice of victims. I had been studying several girls very carefully at the local gym to find a girl who would meet my requirements of stamina, flexibility and a love of multiple layers of tight fitting clothing. The first girl I looked at was Helen. Helen is a statuesque girl 21 year old 5'9", blond waist long hair, trim body 34/24/32 figure, she works out every Thursday at the local gym where I noticed that she always wore red ballet tights under black leggings with a black long sleeve leotard and red crop top and red tight shorts over them. She works at a fetish shop down town which I went to once, when I went to the store to purchase a full body catsuit with two openings for the eyes and a very ridged mouth piece which forced the mouth open and acted very efficiently as a gag, it also had two built in hollow sleeves suitable for vibrators, when I purchased this, Helen looked at the suit with interest but at me with the look that said (another weirdo), but was very pleasant. ...

Comments are welcomed This story took place a few months ago in Miami. I won’t reveal my name but I will say that I am of Hispanic heritage, born in Beaverton, Oregon. I’m 5-7, 120 lbs, I have long black hair, I love to keep in shape, and I’m 22 years old. I moved to Miami after Kara, one of my closest friends, helped me get a job with a local law firm. I had been looking for a job for the last 3 months so I was more than happy with the entry-level position I got. The pay was good, the city was nice and I was finally going to be on my own. ...

continued from part three Part 4: Naughty Slave I had broken a rule that may seem unyielding a few days ago, but now, I put myself above it, I had defied the Mistress. I can’t really put my reasons into a single cause, but rather several failures on the part of Stacy. I was genuinely angry with her lack of concern for the scene she was playing out. I felt that she was too dark a person to rule my world, and I would not be a part of her sadistic fantasies. Cruelty was something we never discussed. She left me in a cold dark basement, naked, freezing. It must have been below sixty degrees Fahrenheit down there. I would not be tortured because of her inexperience. I knew this was the first time that she had attempted to ‘play’ with others, and I would not wait for her to figure it out, while my weekend got worse and worse. Even as I go over the justifications in my head, I knew there was something taboo about my actions. Turning against a Mistress, even if she were a bad one, had bad karma. ...

Beth stared into the screen of her computer. The lines from the parachat window stared back at her. She sat and pondered, how could the on-line Internet chat that used to be so interesting, so fun, so exciting now be so dull. Today’s chat just seemed to be a long running argument on whether Bettie Page was a better fetish icon than Catwoman from the Batman movie. Beth found it all so unfair, she had even started to dress just to use the chat. Initially, she had found it a little strange, sitting in her study at home, dressed from head to toe in rubber trying to type on the PC. It was always strange how much harder it was to type with rubber gloves on. Beth did revel in it for a while, being able to tell other chatters of the intricate details of what she was wearing, from the corsets to the gags and to the boots. ...

Jodie Bound- Part 1 by Boundfellow Jodie Bound, Part I by Boundfellow Susan and her kinky girly-boy husband Karen had been working on Jodie for months. Before meeting Susan and Karen, Jodie had only been a guy. A horny and curious guy, but always a guy. A guy named Jim. Then, Susan got Jim to shave his body, buy a wig, and cross-dress on webcam. Susan prided herself on her control over men; she was pretty and seductive, and she could make men do anything. ...

Anne sat at home. She had spent all morning thinking about her relationship with Bob, how it had gone wrong, if it was worth fixing and if so, how to fix it. Anne had met Bob about six months ago. He was a successful artist and she was a successful art party schmoozer. She had managed to get into the opening party for his new show and for some bizarre reason they had hit it off. One thing led to another and here she was in his des-res town house. ...

Anne sat at home. She had spent all morning thinking about her relationship with Bob, how it had gone wrong, if it was worth fixing and if so, how to fix it. Anne had met Bob about six months ago. He was a successful artist and she was a successful art party schmoozer. She had managed to get into the opening party for his new show and for some bizarre reason they had hit it off. One thing led to another and here she was in his des-res town house. ...

My First Time by A friend of Adam Egg My First Time by A friend of Adam Egg [email protected] or adamegg2 in the forum © 2003 - Adam Egg - Used by permission When this was first written, it was fiction but has become fact. It was a beautiful day and she was on her way to an exciting new adventure. He was waiting for her. She could feel her heart start racing as she neared his house. What would it be like… would she enjoy it… it was their first time together and she knew his desires. Would she please him as she had hoped? She was new to this and he was so experienced. Would she meet his expectations? The more she thought, the more it felt like her heart would jump out of her chest. The excitement, the anticipation. As she neared his door, she felt herself tremble. She slowly reached up to ring the door bell. As she waited for him to answer, a million things were running through her mind. Should she leave now before he made it to the door? But she needed to know. She needed to feel him close. Feel his warmth and kindness. She jumped as the door opened. Too late to run now. His warm smile and sparkling eyes invited her in telling her it was safe. She walked into the room, as she heard the door close behind her. She stood waiting for him. He slowly walked up to her, and as she looked up at him, he could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. He took her in his arms and felt her quiver with excitement. He knew she was ready for the taking. He held her calmly. He smelled her scent as he buried his face in her neck, kissing it gently. A whimper escaped her lips. He held her close until she calmed. Slowly, he released her. She looked deep into his eyes. He was looking behind her… to a table. “There.” She followed his eyes and saw the ropes. The very things that would rob her of her freedom. “Bring them to me.” Could she do it? Could she give herself totally to him? Could she take the freedom robbers to him? She lowered her eyes to the floor and walked over to the table. With trembling hands she picked up the ropes. She held them in her hand for a moment - feeling the thickness and strength of them. Soon. Soon they would bind her wrists. Soon she would loose her freedom. So soon. She quietly turned and looked at him. He stood there, watching her every movement and waiting patiently. Slowly, she returned and stopped in front of him. He was pleased. He reached for her hand, taking it in his as he led her to the bedroom. He felt her hesitation, but he was a patient man. She followed him. Followed him to the room where she would experience new heights of pleasure. She stood by the bed, waiting for his next command. He lay the ropes on the bed and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She stood there quietly, eyes closed, as she allowed him to undress her. His hands gently ran over her. He felt her quiver from his touch. She looked up at him. Their eyes met. He looked at her for a moment… seeing the fear in her eyes. He looked at the ropes on the bed. Was she ready? Did she want this? Without saying a word, she reached down and picked up the ropes. She handed them to him once more and turned her back to him, putting her arms behind her. He smiled. She was ready. He tied her securely, feeling her flinch as he pulled them tight. He feels her anxiety building and wraps his arms around her… holding her. He feels her tense muscles. Again he starts to kiss her neck. She lays her head back against him. He can see the pleasure on her face. He can feel her breath coming in short gasps as he reaches around and caresses her breasts. She quickly draws her breath in at his touch. He can feel her beginning to relax. Her breathing returns to normal. He reaches down to the night stand and picks up the blindfold without her knowing it. He reaches up to slide it over her eyes. She instinctively pulls her head away. He strokes her face gently with his finger. Traces her jaw and across her lips so soft. She lowers her head for him to place the blindfold. He gently pushes her to the bed. The darkness… the darkness frightens her but calms her at the same time. She feels his weight on the bed as he lay beside her. She cannot see… she cannot touch… she is at his mercy. She slightly tilts her head to hear every noise she can. What will he do now? She can only lay there and wait. His desire is to please her… in any way… in every way. She lay trembling as he runs his hand over her body. The pleasure he gives is intense. Touching. Kissing. Stroking. His hand slides down to her legs. He gently parts them, feeling the warmth she has. He needs her now as much as she needs him. He needs to have her. She needs to have him. Their moans of pleasure are unmistakable. Both now lay, breathing heavily… side by side. He reaches over and removes the ropes, then the blindfold. He looks into her eyes. He no longer sees the fear and apprehension… only a smile of satisfaction on her face. ...

I hang up the phone. My husband had just called from the airport to tell me that his flight had just landed and that he’d be home in 45 minutes. As he said, “I love you” before hanging up, I could hear the excited expectation in his voice. You see, whenever one of us leaves on a business trip, the other prepares a surprise for the returning one. It was also usual for the surprised to bring back something to add to whatever the other had in mind. It is through numerous such trips to Europe and throughout the U.S. that we were able to slowly build an extensive collection of fetish wear and bondage accessories. I climb the stairs to our bedroom, located on the top floor of an anonymous town house in a Toronto suburb. To our neighbours and family, we present the plain image of a young couple of professionals. But the darkened windows of the top floor hide our private lives of intense fetish and bondage enthusiasm. I take a quick bath in the ensuite located off the bedroom. After spraying a thin veil of latex-scented perfume all over my body, I walk back into our bedroom to prepare my surprise. I open the doors of the two large antique armoires that hold our prized collection. There are several items I had previously selected laid out on the bed. I first put on a black latex catsuit with attached feet and gloves. I pull the tight latex carefully over my legs and arms, smoothing it to remove any folds or creases. I clip a length of nylon webbing to the slider located in the small of my back then use it to pull the back zip up all the way to the top of the high collar. I then put on a pair of knee-high leather boots. My gloved fingers have trouble getting a good grip on the small sliders, but I quickly close the legs of the boots. Next, teetering on the 5" heels, I take a pair of locking leather wristcuffs which I then secure to my own wrists. Two small padlocks ensure that they could not be removed without a key, which is located on my husband’s keyring. After inserting soft wax ear plugs in each ear, I pull on an inflatable hood with a built in inflatable gag. I position the breathing hoses in my nostrils and test that the air flows unimpeded in and out of my lungs. Satisfied that I am in no danger of suffocating, I insert the limp ball of the gag deep in my mouth then slowly inflate it. My breathing relaxes as I start to feel the familiar pressure build up against my tongue and cheeks. I keep squeezing the inflater bulb until the balloon forces its way to the back of my throat, blocking the flow of air down my larynx. I immediately deflate it a little to restore my breathing. I detach the bulb from its valve and reattach it to the air valve on the hood itself. With forceful squeezes on the bulb, I quickly inflate the large balloon surrounding my head. Keeping a constant “watch” over my own breathing, the same pressure that presses against the inside of my mouth starts to build all over my head. With my free hand, I feel the features of my head disappear, replaced by an expanding taut sheet of thick latex. The pressure on the outside of my face soon counter-balances the pressure of the gag against my jaw, relieving most of the pain in my stretched muscles. I detach the bulb from the air valve and throw in the general direction of the bed. Without the bulb and its pressure-release valve, it is now impossible to deflate, much less remove, the hood. With the hood fully inflated and the plugs in my ears, I am now entirely covered in black latex, deaf, mute and blind. I raise my hands above my head, waving them as I try to find the handcuffs dangling from a ceiling chain. With my arms brushing against the side of the inflated hood, I grab the cold metal as soon as my fingers bump on the open cuffs. With barely a hint of hesitation, I lock the handcuffs through the metal rings attached to my leather wrist cuffs. I prefer to distribute the tension through the wide leather, rather than have the thin metal of the handcuffs dig through my skin. Disoriented and unable to go anywhere, I savour the smell and tight feeling of the latex pressed against my entire body. My thoughts start to run free, in anticipation of what my husband would do with me once he gets home. The opened armoires and the exposed collection is a clear invitation to take advantage of my defenceless body. And with all of my senses completely obstructed, I will be unable to know what he will be about to do until it was too late. It should not take him more than another 15 minutes to get home. But the wait seems to last for ever. I start to wonder if I should not have added a vibrating dildo to my set-up to keep me entertained during the wait. But I know that the frustration only adds to my desire. By instinctive reflex, I rub my thighs against each other, trying uselessly to elicit some stimulation. I can feel my nipples harden, begging to be sucked, nibbled and twisted. Between soft and very muffled moans, I try to listen and pick up signs that my husband is in the room. He could be standing right next to me or be stuck in traffic on the 401, I cannot tell the difference. Suddenly, I feel a soft brushing sensation on my erect left nipple. It must be my husband gently passing his finger on it. I grunt with pleasure and move toward the source of the faint touch but my hands, tied above my head, prevent me from reaching him. Carefully balancing myself on my left foot, I raise my right leg, trying to find his and rub against it. Finding only empty air, I am now wondering if I have not imagined the whole thing. I resume my resigned wait, gently swaying at the end of my chain. I am soon startled by the brush of a hand against the outside of my left thigh. The hand quickly slides down my leg to my ankle. I feel a strap being wrapped around my ankle. There is a gentle tug as the ankle cuff is buckled tightly. A few seconds later, his hand grabs the inside of my right ankle. Gently, my feet are pushed apart, forcing my arms to stretch above my head. Soon, the balloon surrounding my head is wedged between my outstretched arms as my legs are spread far apart. I feel another strap wrap around my right ankle and the same tug as it is buckled like the first one. The constant force applied to the inside of my ankles, which maintains my feet about 3ft apart, can only be the result of a spreader bar. Rendered even more helpless, I only want more for him to touch me and make me come. He must be standing there, admiring his work. I can feel his eyes on my body which aches the more for it. What seems like hours (but are only several seconds) passes without anything new touches on my skin. I rock my hips back and forth while humming a low moan into the gag. I’m saying: “touch me! fuck me!” but he isn’t listening. ...

Rubber Submission by Nightwish A man applys to an ad for a paid ‘donation’ and gets more than he bargained for. I was reading a rubberist magazine when I first noticed the ad. It seemed a little unusual for an advert for sperm donors to appear in such a publication but, since other equally absurd ads can appear in sexually oriented magazines I thought little of it. What did catch my eye, however, was the fact that the donors were to be paid a fee, for each time that donated, if they were found acceptable. I went to the E-mail address listed in the ad and filled out the rather lengthly and odd questionaire and simply let it slip my mind. ...

Rubber Wish by Jake I have a latex fetish. I might as well come right out in the beginning of this story and explain it. I absolutely love to wear skin-tight latex fetish clothing. In fact, there isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not wearing some article of latex clothing. My love for latex began when I was very young. I had a bed wetting problem as a child. My mother used to put rubber sheets on my bed to keep accidents from soaking into the mattress. I loved the coolness of the sheets and the slick feeling of the rubber against my face and hands. As I got older, I forgot about the rubber sheets until I happened to be doing some cleaning around the house. I put on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and the feelings and memories all came flooding back! ...

Rachel stood nervously at the foot of her large, empty bed and, taking careful and slightly shaky footsteps, made her way slowly around its familiar edges towards her oversized wardrobe. Her skin felt clammy and sticky, which was normal at this summery time of year, but today, something else having a similar affect on her. Today was a day that she had been waiting to arrive for a great deal of time. ...

Part One - Debbie “Tight Fashions” was doing well, very well. In fact maybe a bit too well. Anna had set up the ’erotic boutique’ after leaving fashion school. Whilst she had been at college she had started to get interested in the fetish scene. Obviously, being in London, made it very easy for Anna to fuel her interest. By the time she graduated, it suddenly hit her that should could make a profession of her interests and three years later here she was. ...