Part One After returning home from work, where her mind had been wandering all-day and unable to concentrate on her job, Karen had been dreaming about being bound and left to await her fate, it was one of her favourite fantasies. On & off throughout the day her mind drifted to various scenes whereby she was tied up either by some villain for his evil deeds or a sexy Mistress using her body for her pleasure. Karen was quite hot and steamy by mid-afternoon, and being a slow day at the office decided to get away from work early. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Joys of the Spandex Sleepsack Later on that evening after they’d had their meal, Karen our bondagette had gone back to her bedroom, her mum & dad sat downstairs, she lay back down on her bed remembering the glorious afternoon she’d just had when her boyfriend had found her bound, gagged & blindfolded to the bed. Her hand drifted between her legs as the memories came back, her body felt delicious, the warm sensations flooding back throughout her body from between her legs, as she gently played with herself. She got closer to orgasm, her body responding to her touch, her mind lost to her dream, she drifted along building up the delightful sensations… she was getting close now, just a few more minutes… now working her body, using her other hand to caress her breast, tease her now hard nipples. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Scarf Bound For the rest of the summer vacation I spent quite a lot of time either tying myself up or being bound by my mum, who as you may recall was introducing me to the joys of bondage, or being tied up by my boyfriend who took great delight in using me whilst very immobile and vulnerable, but I was enjoying every minute. Once he took me to the woods where he managed to tie me down to some wooden stakes that he’d brought along, lying there spread eagled and open to his whims in the middle of the forest, he even left me for a short while - alone, naked and bound where anyone could have come along and seen me. Oh the delight! ...

continued from part three Part 4: The Punishment begins… Karen had been discovered by her Aunt Cassie, tied with her aunt’s best silk scarves, laying on the floor in the hallway of her aunt’s apartment. Annoyed & angry that she’d used her best scarves to tie herself up with, she was to be severely punished by her aunt for her crimes… (See part 3) Karen couldn’t recall just how long she’d been hanging in the cupboard, the rope around her wrist was biting into her skin, the rope that was attached to a hook in the ceiling making her stand on her toes. Her legs were cramping up at having to stand like this for so long, she found it hard to adjust her position with her ankles so tightly bound, tears were running down her cheeks and she was beginning to regret tying herself up with those scarves, she had been stupid and now she was going to pay. But what was her aunt going to do? How long was she going to leave her here? ...

Throughout my bondage experiences, I have been done up in several fetish type clothes such as spandex or leather as a complement to the ropes or shackles which Mistress has put me in. The wickedest clothing has to be latex! I have shared some latex stories with you before; I enjoy lounging around the house wearing a latex catsuit or being restrained while my body gets terminally excited by the feel of the sensuous second skin. One time when I had stopped in to see Mistress, she had a very special gleam in her eye, and she said she had some special plans for me. ...

Charlotte stared out across the bedroom and sighed softly, weary of waiting for her beloved mistress to return. She normally managed to survive these periods of inactivity without any difficulty, but on this occasion felt the slow passage of time more acutely than usual. Sometimes she was able to doze when Victoria was out shopping or visiting friends, but now a gnawing excitement prevented such a pleasant escape. She knew something very special was about to happen and an almost juvenile anticipation made sleep impossible. The thought of Victoria aroused her, as it always did. Images of exquisite eroticism filled her mind. She had always been deeply submissive, the source of her natural deference being alopecia which struck cruelly during her late teens. Hounded by cruelty from her peers and deprived of friends by her striking nakedness, she retreated into a private world, an unsure, sometimes frightened young woman who saw no future in a society that placed so much store on physical perfection. ...

It’s the holiday season, my mistress has booked a week away for us. I am packing the cases ready for our journey in the morning when my mistress turns to me and says, “I have a surprise for you, your new suit has arrived.” I knew she was up to something as I had spotted some latex brochures while doing the housework a few weeks ago. I am lead down to our playroom in the cellar where my present has been placed. There is a large box on the floor covered in brown packing cardboard and tape. I am instructed to open it and unwrap the contents. The first package to hand turns out to be a full body suit with attached gloves, feet and hood. It is incredibly heavy, it is made from shiny black latex but the material must be almost a quarter of an inch thick! ...

story continues from “Cuckold” Ken, Deb and I were good friends and we sometimes found some crazy things to do together as a result. Ken’s birthday was coming up and he was dumped by a short-term girlfriend he had about a week before and his mood was one of “nobody loves me”. Deb, my girlfriend, and I did not think he would kill himself or anything like that, but we hurt because he was hurt. I’m not sure how the idea formed but we decided Ken needed a special birthday gift to cheer him up. ...

Jenny walked into the crowded café at first sight there seemed no space anywhere, just as she was about to leave a waiter said there is a seat over there miss if you do not mind sharing. Jenny looked across the café in the direction the waiter was pointing there was a vacant seat with a young man sitting on the far side, Jenny made her way over through the crowded café and placing her suitcase to one side sat down. ...

Hi Gromet this is a story of a young girl who’s curiosity for a night of sexual fantasy proved to be a little more than she bargained for! So if you think mummification is all fun read on but make sure you are sitting down. Jenny walked into the crowded café at first sight there seemed no space anywhere, just as she was about to leave a waiter said, “There is a seat over there miss if you do not mind sharing”. Jenny looked across the café in the direction the waiter was pointing there was a vacant seat with a young man sitting on the far side, Jenny made her way over through the crowded café and placing her suitcase to one side sat down. ...

“I want to do ANYTHING you want to. After all it is your birthday,” she said with a smile. Katie had just entered the room wearing his favorite ankle length white satin dress. Underneath on her beautiful 36D-26-34 body were white thigh high stockings and white satin bra and panties and some 2" white heels. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and rested on her chest. “Great! Come here,” Jeff said with a smile. ...

Hi everybody, This is the first erotic story I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to comment. I just might write some more if I get enough positive feedback. The email address you can write to is [email protected] Have a nice day! Kristine had been fascinated by bondage for many years. Now, at the age of 21, she had moved out of her parents house and into a small apartment. She lived alone and found she could finally indulge in her bondage fantasies. She tried self-bondage for a while, but was never quite satisfied with it. She longed for the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy. Then she met Nadine. Nadine was 25 and had also been fantasizing about bondage for years. The two women met through adult personal ads on the Internet. At first, they simply exchanged emails and discussed their interest in bondage. Then they discovered that they lived in the same town, only a few blocks apart from each other. ...

Chapter I Lady Gwen rode her horse up the walk towards Coutt’s Manor. She and some of her friends spent the morning riding and were now heading home for the afternoon. As she entered the courtyard, a stable boy, nude but for collar and leash, took her reins and held the horse for her to dismount. Another servant, similarly attired, was standing by with a tray of drinks. Taking a glass of wine, Lady Gwen turned her back and walked up the path to the house. ...

Leather and Steel The club was called the Lab and it sat out in the industrial area of town. It was supposed to play alternative rock so the location fit. I hadn’t heard much about it, but decided to check it out on ladies night. I had hopes that I might meet someone a little “rough”. That black leather and chain crowd always gives me hope. I walked in and found it to be quite dark. There wasn’t a real big crowd, but the night was still somewhat young. I walked over to the bar, trying to look like my meek self, and ordered a dark draft. Somehow it fit the occasion, dark and a little rough. There seemed to be an almost physical dividing line set up towards the darker side of the club, so naturally I wandered over that way. I didn’t notice when I first came in, but now, after my sight adjusted, I could see a small crowd of several leather clad women. There were a couple of guys in the background, so I hoped that they weren’t all gay. ...

I wheeled the shopping cart through the supermarket aisle and the idea hit me. Like a ton of bricks knocking my thoughts into my next self-bondage ordeal. I hurried pushing the cart through aisle after aisle until I reached my destination. There towering above me on the shelf was my next item I would use in captivity. I quickly and carefully grabbed four gallon bottles of the thick clear shiny fluid and placed them in the shopping cart and off I went to the check out lanes. The ideas were popping in and out of my head like fireworks on the fourth of July. I raced to the car and hurried home as all my plans were becoming crystal clear. ...

“Baby, are you comfortable?” Jeff whispered into her ear, his moist lips less than an inch away, his eyes intent on Kim’s lips framed by the opening in the spandex hood covering her face. He watched as she licked her lips, and turned her face to him. “Yes…” She answered, her voice low, subdued but charged with emotion. She knew that he loved her above all else, and that with just one word she could be free. But she didn’t want freedom, she wanted to be owned, to be used and possessed by this man, the man she loved so deeply, so completely. ...

I did have all week to think about it and wonder. I could hardly think of anything else since every part of me ached as I slowly healed during the week. Several times during the week Alison made secret phone calls and came home with secret packages. As Friday neared I got more and more worried about what would happen. And more and more excited. When I came home from work on Friday Alison was waiting for me. “We’ve got a big night ahead of us so get right upstairs and put on what I have laid out for you. Then wait for me in the appropriate position.” ...

The clock chimed ten. Jolene placed the last of the presents beneath the tree. She slipped the disc into the player and a flaming yule log flashed onto the TV screen. One last thing to do and all would be ready. She padded out into the kitchen and returned with the gingerbread man and glass of milk, set them on the end table. She killed the house lights. The tree lights twinkled, the fire blazed. Perfect, she smiled. Well, almost. ...

Silence grew as the echoes of my scream died down; even the bloody scream had been feminine! I stood staring at the bathroom mirror, eyes wide, mout h hanging open. A stark naked drop-dead young blonde woman stared back at me. She was fucking incredible, she was big breasted, she was flat tummied, she was perfectly shaped. . .and she was me . . . I glanced down, not really knowing if I expected to see anything different. Perhaps it was a hallucination, and I’d see my usual naked male self, including slightly overweight belly. But I couldn’t see my belly, my tits were in the way. Oh my God. . . my TITS were in the way?! ...

When my equilibrium finally corrected itself, I smiled in satisfaction. It worked. I’d arrived at the correct time and place. One hundred years into the past takes a lot out of a young man, especially when working with prototype equipment. But perhaps the university will forgive my borrowing of fledgling technology to fulfill a personal fetishistic quest. I slipped from the corner I’d silently materialized in, and made my way through the people on the movie set, wondering at my surroundings. It was a far different cry from my own era. I moved about unnoticed, inconspicuous in the trench coat and fedora hat I wore, a style that matched those of the men of the time. No one even noticed the overly wide case I carried, thinking me just another extra on the movie set carrying props. ...