* Kept in the Dark by Zack Copyright© 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. Sally couldn’t believe that she, a woman in her late thirties, (well, forty two), had become addicted to tying herself up. She had experimented when she was a teenager, but she hadn’t done it again until a few months ago, just after her latest unsatisfactory relationship had ended. At first she used loops of rope that she could just slip her hands out of, but she quickly moved on to more secure ties. She had a close call during one of her early adventures, when she put her hands through a noose tied to a hook in the ceiling. She’d misjudged the length of the rope; when she kicked away the chair her feet just touched the ground and her weight pulled the loop around her wrists so tight that she couldn’t force it open. If she hadn’t been able to reach the chair with her foot she never would have been able to get herself loose. This brush with a gruesome death had badly frightened her, but after a few weeks the compulsion returned. Now she took safety seriously and used proper precautions. ...

* Kept in the Dark by Zack Copyright© 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. Sally couldn’t believe that she, a woman in her late thirties, (well, forty two), had become addicted to tying herself up. She had experimented when she was a teenager, but she hadn’t done it again until a few months ago, just after her latest unsatisfactory relationship had ended. At first she used loops of rope that she could just slip her hands out of, but she quickly moved on to more secure ties. She had a close call during one of her early adventures, when she put her hands through a noose tied to a hook in the ceiling. She’d misjudged the length of the rope; when she kicked away the chair her feet just touched the ground and her weight pulled the loop around her wrists so tight that she couldn’t force it open. If she hadn’t been able to reach the chair with her foot she never would have been able to get herself loose. This brush with a gruesome death had badly frightened her, but after a few weeks the compulsion returned. Now she took safety seriously and used proper precautions. ...

(story continues from Kristen & the Moot Court) 8 Kristen’s Story Kristen and the Moot Court by Zack Copyright© 2002. All rights reserved. Part Three Tien said, “I’m going to leave you now; I want to make your ID tag and the machine is really old and cranky. Don’t try to leave the stall.” “What’s this ID tag, that you need a machine to make it?” “It’s a stainless steel tag, like an army dog tag. Your name and prison number are punched into it. The machine was part of the old farm equipment; it was used to make ear tags for livestock.” Tien left the stall, closing and bolting the door. ...

* Loneliness, Suspended by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002 The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

* Loneliness, Suspended by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002 The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

* Kristen’s Story The Bilbo (Sequel to Igor & Ivan) by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002._ When I was living in Minnesota my ex-boyfriend tied me up a lot, but since I moved to northern Arizona all of my bondage activities have been do-it-yourself. (Although there was some audience participation in my last outdoor adventure). For that adventure I had made a bilbo. This is a medieval restraint which has U-shaped metal bands that slip over the wrists and ankles and are closed by a bar that fits through holes in the open end of the U. Last time I had fastened each cuff separately, but the traditional usage is to have all of the cuffs attached to a single bar, and this is what I wanted to try next. ...

Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think. This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded for topics like sex, s&m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me a line. Rubber Blackmail Sandra was still enjoying her quiet life without much troubles and her new friendship with Chrissy, whom she first met at the fitness club. Her job offered her very little challenge but there she could act out her dominant side. She was in charge of some of the girls who had so little money that they had to work as bondage performers. Those girls were put in plexiglas cases which look very similar to telephone booths for public amusement. Inside their booth they are dressed in different kinds of bondage or rubber gear. Some booths even allowed interaction from the outside… Sandra’s job was to assign which girl had to go in which booth in which outfit. A well paid job with very little work to do. ...

January 18 Dear Abby My wife has agreed to abide by your advice on a disagreement we’ve been having for a few days. Our son and his wife married about eighteen months ago and they live in an apartment not too far from here. We see them often and up until about two weeks ago, had a close relationship. That unhappy night my wife and I were driving home at about 11 PM. My wife suggested that we drop by and say hello to Tom and Janice (our son and daughter-in-law). I thought it was too late, but she insisted, so we parked and went in. My wife didn’t stop to knock or anything; she just opened the door and walked into the apartment. There we saw Tom laying on the davenport with his head in Janice’s lap. Tom was nude and he was tied up and gagged. Janice was playing with him in a most intimate way and he was clearly enjoying it very much. ...

8 8 Penance for Gromet by Jan Penance for Gromet My name is Jan and I have just recently been introduced into a life of BDSM. After my indoctrination my Husband (Master) instructed me to type up my experiences (A Slave in the Making) and submit them to Gromet’s site for all to read. I did as instructed and Mr Gromet was nice enough to post my story. Unfortunately shortly after I sent it I mistakenly screwed up my E-Mail account and had to ask Mr Gromet to change my address on my story to my new one. My Master was very upset with me for having to trouble Mr Gromet and informed me that I was to be severely punished for my stupidity. ...

8 8 The $12.00 folding stocks and a sister’s revenge. By the Techster. It is no secret that my wife of 30+ years and I are engineering types whose “closet hobbies” are bondage/ self- bondage games. Just as I love to see my wife nude in full bondage she enjoys tormenting me when I am inescapable bondage. Tonight I decided that I would be held in our workshop using both and upper spreader suspension bar for my wrists and a very wide, meaning 26 inches, spreader bar for my ankles. I wanted this set of spreader bars to fold in such a way that once installed I could stand on a short stool in order to put my wrists in the suspension cuffs on the upper spreader/suspension bar. The trick would be that when I stepped down the bar would unfold to it’s finished width. ...

Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think. This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded for topics like sex, s&m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me a line. Background Before we begin our journey into to depths of the rubber country, let us have a look at it. The country is located on an remote island, unknown to the rest of the world. Immigrants are selected from many applicants from all over the world. They are medical screened and tested in their love for the latex fetish. Only those with a true desire for rubber are granted living in the country. Immigrants are selected trice as muny women as men. ...

Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think. This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded for topics like sex, s&m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me a line. The Rubber Lottery Sandra was beginning to get used to her “new life”. Since she had been put into the fitness program, she had been lucky so far and didn’t have to spend another day in the rubber incubator. (see story “part one ” for details) She really was making good progress and in a few weeks her training would no longer be a duty. Since she first met Chrissy at the fitness club they now had became friends. ...

Becky was an 18-year-old clerical assistant working for a small but lucrative manufacturing company. She hadn’t been in the job for long, two months now and was still unsure what to do, it being her first job after college. Becky not knowing what to do was typical really; she had been the classic ‘clumsy kid’ and was mercilessly bullied at school by all the other girls. She spent her time trying not to bump into things and adopted a head down appearance to avoid eye contact with the girls that would inevitably start to pick on her. ...

8 8 The Stake-out Experiment by Prof. Challenger So, there I was, lying in the grass, hogtied, gagged, and staked to the ground. As I peered through the darkness, I saw a slender white shape approaching–a shape that I knew carried a large and very sharp knife–. Yikes! How had I gotten myself into this one? For, make no mistake, like all good self-bondagers, I was entirely responsible for what was happening to me. ...

8 8 The TimeCuff Experiment by Prof. Challenger Recently, I acquired a set of “TimeCuffs”, which are extra-secure handcuffs incorporating a built-in ice-release mechanism. The handcuff chain has been replaced with a steel cable. One cuff is attached to the insulated cylinder that holds the ice. The other cuff cable is attached to a key, which goes into the canister with a rubber stopper. You load the canister with the desired amount of water, and then put the assembled unit into your freezer. The makers have actually calibrated the amount of water needed to freeze the key inside the cylinder for a particular amount of time. ...

The drive to New York was one more necessary evil, one last major inconvenience Samantha had to overcome before she could begin her long weekend with her lover, Erika. The previous two months had been filled with all kinds of last minute schedule changes, too much overtime and the general conspiring of fate to keep the two apart. By the second week of March, Samantha was wracked with sexual frustration. This would be their first time together since New Year’s. She wanted their week together to be special, and after having to cancel it three times, nothing was going to keep her from a lust filled five days with her soul mate. ...

It was rare for me to get the whole day at home alone, and believe me; I planned to take advantage of it. First thing I did was take a long, hot shower, so hot my skin was beautifully rosy, and I could hardly breathe from the steam. I was really in the mood to be abused, but there was no one else around to do it, so I had to take care of it myself. I filled a two-quart enema bag with soapy water. I also laid out yarn, dental floss and several clothespins and some weights. When I felt I was as clean on the outside as I could get, I knew it was time to clean out the inside and start the fun and games. I got down on my hands and knees in the tub and twisted the shower knob to ice cold. Then taking a deep breath, I slid the enema nozzle deep into my ass. I imagined myself being forced to kneel under the icy shower as my bottom filled with the hot water… I closed my eyes and imagined a strong, demanding, domineering man in the shadows, just watching, directing me. I was given no choices, no options. I turned on the hose. ...

(story continues from A Surprise for Marilyn) 8 8 A Surprise for Marilyn Part Two by Lord David http://www.lorddavid.btinternet.co.uk I open the door to the bedroom and look in cheerily as the morning sun rises “Morning Marilyn” I say, looking at her body still tightly bound on the bed, she grunted through her gag, she obviously didn’t get much sleep last night, if any, and if I was a nice guy, I’d untie her and let her stretch her arms and legs, but not only was I not that nice of a guy, I also didn’t want an angry Marilyn attacking me from the night before, so I thought it best she stayed in her current position, well for now at least. ...

8 8 Campus Demonstration by CJ 8 Sue was an activist who always stood for third world rights, fair trade, debt reduction, and the sharing of the world’s wealth with the poor people of the third world. She had participated in all the recent demonstrations around town, but after she was frustrated that most of the demonstrations received little or no coverage from the media. She felt the third world cause was being ignored and that bothered her. One day she was discussing this problem with two college buddies, Jim and Bob. Bob said that a whole new approach was needed to bring attention to the plight of the poor, something that would attract a crowd. The common demonstration never attracts people; in fact many try to avoid them. ...

Claudia sat back in her red imitation leather easy chair watching the carnage before her on her full size wall screen, two Goliaths battled it out in the centre of a huge arena, one a cyber armour-suited human wielding some sort of laser aux while his lizard-like alien foe jockeyed for a position to strike with his own lethal weapon, a moment later there was a large spatter of crimson blood splashed onto the view screen and trickled down before the automated cleansing beams removed the blood from the screen once again providing the thousands of spectators with a crystal clear 3D image of the continuing carnage. ...