* A Fantasy Realized Chapter One Even while I was getting ready I knew this was crazy. I’d been swapping emails back and forth with a young college girl for several weeks, often as many as 10 or 12 every day. I’d seen her personal ad and just for laughs had responded. I knew that a 20 year old girl wasn’t going to be interested in an ‘old’ (40) geezer pervert but gave it a shot. ...

It all started out with me getting the idea of finding a beautiful woman to fulfill a long forgotten fantasy. So I entered my name and interest in bondage personals and other personal websites hoping for a response of some sort but they were never answered. It seemed like there was no women interested in this type of bondage. Then I decided to seek an Escort Service thinking that they usually do anything for money, but at the same time thinking how can I trust just anyone to my fantasy. Let me tell you how desperation and wanting it to be fulfilled for years, that’s what drove the idea. ...

A Friend in Deed (A Sequel To A Friend In Need) “Okay, I give up. What are you smiling about?” Steven asked his wife as she drove them home. “Oh I was just thinking some kinky thoughts, dear,” Lori replied, glancing over at her husband of eight years. Steven looked over at his wife and grinned, “And what kinky thoughts might those be, my darling?” A mischievous smile crossed Lori’s lips, “You will just have to wait and see, dear. But I know you will like it.” Steven would have tried to prod an answer out of his raven-haired wife, but he knew her too well. She would not say another word about it, even if he threatened her with binding and flogging her. Of course, that is what she would have wanted anyway. The thoughts of his wife being bound and perhaps having some new toy to play with flooded his mind as they crept through rush hour traffic on their way home. Steven was very, very glad that their house was not that far of a drive. -o0o- Kim didn’t know how long she lay there hogtied and naked on her friend’s wooden floor. She could hear Lori’s grandfather clock silently ticking away in the hallway but she couldn’t see it no matter how much she struggled. Kim tried not to struggle too much though, since she was now exhausted from not one but two orgasms that she had while she laid there. The warm, lusty afterglow still filled her and she was afraid that any more friction between her legs would start something she would be too worn out to finish. The blonde could see herself in the reflection off of the glass cabinet doors and she could hardly believe it was herself. Her pale skin was flushed from her exertions and her long blonde hair was in tangles. But it was what she saw in her dark-blue eyes that told her that she had made the right choice by letting her friend Lori tie her up. Now all she could do is savor the anticipation of having Lori’s husband Steve enjoy her like this. Kim listened to what little traffic passed the house, hoping one would finally pull into the driveway. One finally did. A flood of wanton feelings flowed through Kim as she heard the car doors slam shut and the muffled sounds of Lori and her husband Steve walking towards the front door. “Now dear, you will wait fifteen minutes before you come in so I can get things ready,” Kim heard Lori say, “Everything you see you have permission to use. And I do mean everything.” “You are sounding more and more like a Dom, you know?” Steven replied. “I have a good teacher,” Lori leaned over and kissed her husband, “Now stay here and don’t peek or you won’t get your surprise.” Kim heard the keys in the lock and squirmed enough around so she could see Lori come through the door. She put a slender finger to her lips as she set down her purse and knelt down beside her captive friend with all the gracefulness of a cat. “Now, Kim, you don’t want to spoil Steve’s surprise, now, do you?” She asked, looking down at her friend with those dark, trusting eyes. Kim shook her head. “That is a good girl,” Lori said patting her friend on the head as if she were a beloved pet, “Now, not another sound. . .sshhhhhhhh.” Kim watched as her friend and former professor get up and begin to unbutton her blouse. It wasn’t like the first time she watched her friend disrobe, rather this time was much more seductive. Lori took her time; knowing Kim was watching, slowly easing the blouse over her shoulders and onto the floor. Lori’s lace bra was next followed by her dark skirt and matching thong. Tall and slender and beautifully olive skinned, Lori was one of the most attractive people that Kim had ever met. Lori always kept her raven-colored hair long and curly and her dark eyes always seemed to speak of unrestrained kindness. Kim’s friend had not moved the black nylon athletic bag and Kim watched in fascination as Lori pulled from it a carefully chosen selection of padlocks, black leather straps and a black gag similar to Kim’s red one. After setting each on the floor beside Kim, Lori knelt down beside her friend and fastened the gag tightly into her mouth. The brunette looked over at her bound blonde friend and smiled around the gag. Next Lori picked up a pair of leather straps and fastened them around her slight ankles before fastening another pair around her thighs. Bending her calves tightly against her thighs, she fastened each ankle strap to the one on her thigh, welding her legs into a kneeling position. The last pair of leather straps she buckled around each of her wrists and then, carefully, locked them behind her back. Lori tested her bindings a bit, making sure that there wasn’t any slack before scooting in beside Kim. Kim could just picture what Lori’s husband would see when he walked through the door, both of them bound and ready for him to do as he pleased. The thought sent ripples of pleasure through Kim. It seemed like forever before the door opened and Steve to walk in. When he did, he took one glance at the both of them and just froze. He could not believe his eyes. One of his most desired fantasies was lying on the floor in front of him. Two lovely women, naked, bound and gagged, squirming for his attention. “Is this for real or just a dream?” Steve finally asked. Lori nodded her head and moaned a ‘yes’ through her gag. “Kim,” he looked down at the young blonde, “I am shocked, though in a very good way. Are you okay with this?” Kim nodded her head. It was VERY okay with her. Already she had started rocking her hips, letting the rope between her legs begin to pleasure her again. It was really the first time she had really looked at Steve to see how attractive he really was. He was powerfully built from the years he had spent in the gym. He had at one time he had played football for his high school team but really didn’t have the talent to go much further than that. He had a curly black hair, a ‘chiseled’ but handsome face and dark eyes that seemed full of mischief and laughter. Now those dark eyes were drinking in all of Kim’s naked loveliness. “Lori didn’t trick you into this, did she?” he asked Kim. The blonde girl shook her head. “You made you decision on your own,” Steve said, more of a statement than a question. Kim nodded her head again, the desire within her growing. “Did Lori explain to you the safe words and such?” “Uuuuh-huuhhh,” Kim moaned into her gag, nodding her head. “So you are ready to get started?” Again, Kim nodded and squirmed in her bonds. She had never felt so wanton and sexy before in her entire life. Here she was, bound and helpless and Steve could do anything he wanted to her and she was helpless to stop it. True, she could stop it is she said the safe word or hummed the safe tune into her gag, but he could always ignore it. That is what made the rush so hot. She just wished he would take her and release her lust now. To Kim’s chagrin, Steven turned from her and knelt down beside his wife. Without a word, he kissed her just behind her ear and whispered a thank you to her. His touches were gentle as he cradled her and looked into each other’s eyes. He never loved someone so much in his life. She had given him the ultimate gift and there were really no other words to express it. He mouthed the words ‘I Love You’ and got up. Steve knelt over his new blonde captive and undid her gag. Not that it would remain out for very long, but he had to ask her a few questions that could not be answered by a simple yes or no. Kim’s jaw ached a bit after Steve removed her gag, but not unpleasantly so. Gently he rolled the blonde unto her side and looked her in her eyes. He could tell that she was hungry for some attention not only by the way she was straining against the ropes, but also the messages her blue eyes flashed. “Now I know Lori must have discussed limits with you and you know we are not into the pain thing at all. Are there any other boundaries you I need to know about?” Steve asked. Kim just looked straight into Steve’s eyes, “Just fuck me.” Steve laughed. “That is all I need to know,” he said as he pushed the gag back into Kim’s mouth before turning to his wife. “Is that okay with you, my darling?” Steven asked. Slowly, Lori nodded her head. Actually, she didn’t think the question would feel so disheartening as it did. However, she had only herself to blame and she knew that whatever might transpire between Kim and her husband, it would not affect Steve’s love for her. “Well, my two slaves, we need to get you to a more comfortable place. I think the bedroom will be much better suited for this endeavor. Lori, you first.” Steven wrestled his wife up into a kneeling position before lifting her up onto the couch. He took a breath, enjoying the sight of his wife’s nude, bound body. He then hoisted her over his shoulder and started up the stairs, giving her well-rounded ass a playful slap or two just to keep his wife in the mood. A little while passed as Kim lay there, wondering what was going on up stairs and what Steve would do to her. The blonde’s libido was crammed into high gear but the rope between her legs was not doing the job. Thank goodness it didn’t take long for Steve to come back down stairs to collect his new slave. “Ready,” he asked. Kim nodded, moaning into her gag. “I have something very special in mind for you,” Steven said as he wrestled her up onto the couch and into a kneeling position then put her over his shoulder like he had his wife Lori. Kim wasn’t the only one horny as hell. Steve’s mind was in a whirlwind of erotic fantasies and scenarios. However, there was one thing that troubled him and that was his commitment to his wife. Even though they had discussed numerous times about having a third person join them in their games, it was always in context of a fantasy and something that he never thought would really happen. Steven was in love with his wife, very much so, and the thought of possibly hurting her by making love to Kim kept pricking at him like a painful hangnail. Then, as he reached the top of the stairs, he thought up a solution, one that would not force him to make a choice to whom to make love with first. Steve grinned at his solution as he went down the short hallway and into their bedroom. It was if a heavy blanket had been whisked away and all that remained was the fresh excitement of a new frontier. Kim strained to see how he had Lori tied as he carried her into the bedroom. She also was looking for any hints about how she would be made helpless as well. The bedroom of the Schroeder house was one of the few rooms of the house she had never seen. Like the rest of the house, it had been lovingly restored with polished wood floors, dark wood beams and wainscoting throughout the room. A huge, canopied four-post bed dominated the room with its carved cherry-wood columns and forest green velvet drapes. However, it was Lori that captured Kim’s attention the most. The brunette stood beside the bed, bent over. Lori’s legs were held wide apart by rope tied to her ankles and looped around the bed’s feet. Her wrists were bound tightly together and pulled up towards the canopy frame, binding Lori into a helpless strappado position. A smile caressed Lori’s lips around her bright red ballgag as her dark eyes met Kim’s. Steven plopped the blonde down on the bed opposite his wife. His member ached with desire and he what he wanted more than anything to take Kim and his wife and fuck them for all he was worth. But good things come to those who wait and Steve mentally chanted that mantra as he began to undo Kim’s wrists from her ankles. “Are your bindings okay?” Steve asked as checked the ropes around her wrists and elbows. Kim nodded, moaning into her gag. The feel of Steve’s fingers was electric as he gently pushed her from side to side, unweaving the rope dress that Lori had wove her into. Lastly, he eased the rope from between her legs, causing her to gasp with a bolt of pleasure. “Me thinks she’s a bit sensitive,” Steven grinned as he untied the blonde’s ankles. Kim blushed. She couldn’t remember the last time anybody had caused her to blush in such a wanton fashion. Perhaps it was as far back as the first tentative unbuttoning of her blouse in the backseat of her high school boyfriend’s Plymouth Valiant. Whenever it was, it was not nearly as powerful as the one that heated her soul at this moment. Grabbing Kim’s hips, Steve pulled her off the bed and helped her to stand, facing her friend Lori. “Okay, spread your legs apart,” Steven ordered her. The blonde hesitated a bit before complying, spreading her legs apart as she had seen Lori had done. “Further.” Again, Kim did as she was told, stretching her legs out further. “Good girl,” Steven smiled as he gave his captive blonde a playful swat on her ass. Kim looked down to see Steve kneeling at her feet, tying her legs apart just as he had Lori’s. She knew now that she was going to be tied exactly like her friend. Steve then pulled Kim’s bound wrists up toward the canopy frame, forcing her to bend forward a bit. Steven stepped back and admired his handiwork. Both women looked stunning as they stood bound facing each other. Both women wriggling and checking their bonds. Steve knew Lori did it to turn him on. Kim, however, was genuinely testing her bondage and finding out just how helpless she really was. As pleasing as it was to watch both of his captives, there were things he needed to get done. “Well, if you will excuse me ladies, I have one last little thing to get prepared. Please continue without me. It should only take a moment.” Both women moaned their disapproval as Steven left the room to retrieve the black bag downstairs. Lori looked up at her friend Kim and wondered what was going through the young blonde’s mind. Kim was probably as horny as she was, maybe even more so. Lori knew how well Steven could tease a woman. One of the first times Steven had tied her, she remembered, it felt like ages before he let her orgasm. But what an orgasm it was. It flooded her with a mind-numbing bliss that she had never ever had felt before. Even the thoughts of that night started to fan the embers of lust within Lori and she wanted so badly to feel her husband within her. “Ladies, I am glad to see you are both still here,” Steven said hold a coil of twine and two identical slender wand vibrators. When Lori found something that worked, she usually bought multiples of them just to make sure she would have a supply of them. Her toys were no exception. The slick chrome vibrators wove their magic spell on more than one occasion, especially in Steven’s expert hands. The brunette noticed, however, that the twine was tied around the base of each one. “Since Kim is our guest, I think I will start with her,” Steven said as he placed one of the vibrators on the bed and stepped around in back of Kim with the other. Gently, Steve passed the chrome wand between the blonde’s legs. Kim moaned with his touch. After pulling the vibrator through as well as some length of twine, he gently opened the moistened lips of Kim’s sex. Kim felt his fingers tenderly slip up and down her slit, causing her to whine loudly into her gag. Waves of pleasure began to radiate through Kim as she thrust herself back at him. Her furnace of wanton desire was now glowing hot and getting hotter with every stroke. Kim found herself nearly wailing when he stopped his caresses only to feel the hard, cold shaft of the vibrator being pushed into her. “Now, Kim, it is important that you keep your silver friend within you and not loose him. If you do, you will spend the night hogtied on the end of the bed while I pay attention only to my lovely wife.” Steven knew as he grabbed the other vibe that his Lori was going to be just as wet as their guest. Just as he had Kim, Steven passed the slender wand between Lori’s legs as well as some of the twine and he began to ease it into her. Though it was not her husband filling her, the vibrator was a very welcome substitute. Without turning it on, he slowly began to thrust it in and out of her, adding to her already smoldering desire. However, just as she was enjoying the rhythm, he stopped leaving the device inside her. Moaning her displeasure through her gag, she watched as her husband climbed onto the bed and produced from his pocket two large ‘S’ hooks which he hung in the center of the canopy frame about a foot apart from each other. Carefully, he took the center of the twine to which each of the vibrators were attached and hung it over each of the hooks. Lastly, he pulled out a pair of narrow looking pinecones. “Okay, ladies, pay attention. These are a pair of weights stolen from an old, defunct cuckoo clock. I am going to hang these weights from the twine after I turn on each of your toys. The first one to loose her vibrator will spend the rest of the evening hogtied, watching the other get my full, undivided attentions. If you understand, please nod your head. Both women nodded the heads, though the look on their faces was not altogether happy. “Good, let us begin.” Steven crawled off the bed and went behind his wife, giving her a playful swat on her ass. Tenderly, he reached between her legs and turned her vibrator on high. It’s hum soon sent flares of bliss raging through Lori, making her moan loudly behind her gag. Even as the pleasure blazed through her, Lori knew with the vibrator buzzing as it was it was going to be hard to concentrate and grip the vibe within her. Next, Steve went around and did the same to Kim’s slender vibe. The feeling was absolutely electric as Steven slipped it in and Kim found herself shuddering as a mini-orgasm engulfed her. Steven felt sorry for poor Kim and held the vibe within her as she thrashed in her bonds, letting the orgasm consume her. Only when she calmed down did he let go of the humming dildo and climb onto the bed. One at a time, Steven the hung the weights on the twine between the two hooks. The slack in the line drew taught and Lori could feel it pressing against her swollen clit, sending a sharp flash of pleasure through her. Even though she wanted Kim to feel what it was like to be bound and made love to, Lori wanted her husband even more and she was determined to win this little competition of Stevens. Equally, Kim wanted Steve to fuck her more than she had ever wanted a man to fuck her before. She was like a cat in heat, writhing to the hum of her vibrator as she clamped down as hard as she could to make sure that it did not pull out of her. It was a terrible torture to the bound blonde. She could feel another fiery orgasm building within her as the vibe hummed it’s magic inside her. Her moans from behind her gag became louder and louder as the fires stoked by the first orgasm began to build a grander pyre within her. ‘Splat!’ Kim yelped into her gag more out of surprise than any sort of pain as Steven swatted her rear. The spank nearly caused her to loose her vibrating implement. She then felt his fingers brushing gently over the curves of her shoulders and down the curves of her sides. Each of his touches was another flicker of pleasure. His hands ran over her skin as he pressed against her. Through Steven’s Dockers, she could feel his erection and Kim tried to grind her ass against him, trying to get him to forget this maddening game and take her. The captive blonde mewled as Steve roughly kneaded her nipples. Her very soul was a firestorm of ecstasy as the orgasm that was building within her crested in an eruption of pure bliss. In her writhing, Kim’s vibrator slipped out, causing her to scream in frustration. Steven reached down behind her and slipped his finger between her lips, tickling her swollen clit until she cried and thrashed about, unable to take any more but unable to stop him. Finally, he took pity on Kim, giving her another swat before going over to his bound wife. Steven quickly stripped and positioned himself behind Lori. He could tell by the quickening of her whimpers that she was very close to the edge. He eased the vibrator from within her and spread her swollen lips. Then, he pushed himself into her. The feel of her husband inside of her was ecstatic and nearly caused her to cum right then. But she forced herself back onto him and began to match his thrusts. Lori wanted to cum when he did. Faster and faster Steven pounded her, grasping her hips and pulling her back onto him. All the sexual desire building up within him was now focused on his wife. Her moans became more like gruntings as their pace quickened. After years of marriage, she knew when he was about to cum. His hot seed sprayed into her and fed her own volcanic orgasm as she exploded into a frenzy of pure ecstasy. Slowly, they both slowed and Steven slipped from between his wife’s legs, spent. Both women were limp from their pleasure as Steven began to relieve them of some of their bonds. Steven turned to Kim, “I guess you are going to have to stay the night. Let’s get you a bit more comfortable.” The End (?) Dear readers, would you like to see more stories about Kim, Lori and Steven, please write me and let me know. You can e-mail me at [email protected] or visit my blog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ T.S. ...

Kimberly walked down the Mall downtown, glad to be out of her cracker box apartment. It was Christmas break and she really didn’t have anywhere to go. Her parents were spending the holidays in London, something they had always wanted to do, and her older sister decided to spend some ‘quality’ time with her new boyfriend. Kim had spent Christmas alone with her pet cat Simon, opening up her few presents and dangling the ribbons for Simon to play with. When Lori called and asked her to grab a bite to eat, Kim immediately said yes. ...

Karen twisted her neck, but still couldn’t see the knots that bound her wrists tightly behind the chair. Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen’s wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise. Karen sighed and wondered aloud “How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend’s party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV.” She relaxed, what else was there to do, and thought about the events leading up to her current predicament. ...

It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside. ...

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have the plug in for some time. I finished what I was doing, dried off and went to get dressed. As I selected my clothes I wished that these chances would come more often. I really loved bondage. I do it to my wife when we can, but when I ask her to do it to me she gets weird so I have to wait till she is out of the house. She is out for the day so I have several hours to play. ...

(story continues from A Little Selfbondage)_ Part 2: Something New I didn’t know how long I had been hanging here. I couldn’t see a clock. But the sun wasn’t down yet. I had lifted myself some time after noon. I guessed I had been hanging here for about 2.5 or 3 hours. I couldn’t see Kelly. I couldn’t tell where she had gone to. Then suddenly the vibrator stopped. Then the butt plug deflated. I took a deep breath. She was behind me. I heard the rattle of buckles. The harness on my head was removed. Then she reached around from behind and stuffed what felt like a leather pouch in my mouth. It was a leather harness gag. She tightened the straps. Pulling the pouch deep into my mouth. Then there was a leather sheath that covered my mouth from just bellow my nose to bellow my chin. It cupped under my chin so I couldn’t open my mouth or say anything. ...

A Lot of Bull I was staying with friends, in the guest wing of their house in the country, and since this was England there was a main trunk road not far away.I couldn’t sleep that night for the continuous distant noise of the traffic and my hand had strayed down between my legs in search of alternative entertainment.Suddenly I got an idea of the kind that instantly produces a rock-hard erection! ...

His obsession with the encapsulation of insects had started it off. Beautiful butterflies were preserved in all of their glory, as only a privileged few could have enjoyed their living beauty in the wild. Transparent resin preserved every detail, without damaging or hiding anything. Preserved butterflies were easy to handle because the resin was robust and protective. Preserved insects could also be examined under the microscope, because the resin was perfectly transparent. An attachment was used to extend the focus. ...

Have you ever wished for that super male you know the one the rare bread that does not seem to exist, that can keep going above and beyond the normal bounds of physical endurance, The odd one in a million that can out perform a women, Perhaps you should not wish for what you cannot control Kim and Jenny had decided it was time to find a male to torment, the thing was every time a suitable male appeared on the scene, all he wanted to do was to lay one of them or both that’s if he had the stamina and then go to sleep leaving the girls to amuse themselves for the rest of the evening! So surly it was time we got a male with an in-exhaustible supply of stamina, a sort of steam engine on legs in for our own enjoyment and entertainment, one that would want to carry on and on, a sort of mechanical stud! As we had always been used by males for their entertainment in the past we both agreed the time had come for a change, we were going to be in charge of the next one. ...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wish I could say this was based on a true story, but that would be a bigger piece of fiction than everything that follows. This is, however, a fictionalized version of an encounter I think just about any writer of bondage stories would like to experience. And, who knows? Maybe a few fans, too. Maria examined her reflection with a critical eye. She’d decided to go for simple today, and the light summer dress, held up by a pair of tied shoulder straps, seemed to fit the bill. Still, she didn’t want to look too simple. This time, she absolutely must make a perfect first impression. After all, a chance like this didn’t come along just every day. ...

Hi! Below is a story that I think belongs on your SB website. Thrillski is an appropriate nick to use. ======== A Memorable Trip I’ve enjoyed Gromet’s site for awhile and have one of my own: http://scenes.mybdsm.com or www.mybdsm.com/scenes assuming things are working properly. In any event, I think that I should relay something that occurred to me recently. [email protected] is my email addy if you wish to send comments. Some background: I work in the field and only visit the office about twice a year. I communicate with the office through email and they snail me paperwork. On occasion, I am to give training sessions whenever the opportunity arises and those they schedule for me. I had not given a training session in over two (2) years and on this particular one, they scheduled me to go to Atlanta, GA and I am based in Miami, FL. ...

I’ve been reading the accounts of many of you and decided to tell you one of my experiences. I have two fictional stories which were published on this group but the story I am about to tell is true. I was alone on Saturday afternoon and decided that after reading a lot of stories it was time for a first selfbondage experience. I had never gone to the point were I was stuck until the release mechanism gave me access to the key. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. Part 2: The Other Side Of The Fence. My name is John and I live in what was my parents house! I am thirty-one and frankly quite happy but I have one thing that is driving me nuts and that is that I like the nurse that lives next door, and despite the fact that whenever we have talked we got along fine I have not been able to get any further with her. Whether that is because I am intrinsically shy, or just some other reason I don’t know. What I do know is that I am finding myself more and more looking out for her, and watching her when she is around. Not in a creepy way, but in a hoping to find an opportunity to get to know her kind of way. ...

Samantha and Susan were the best of lovers and the best of friends. They worked together in the same office and shared everything with one another from clothing to sharing the same bed together. Susan just loved having her pussy played with by Sam. It was the day of the of the office costume party that something would happen that would bring them together forever. When they started looking through the costume shop’s rack of supplies, Susan picked out the last lovely female genie costume that made Sam jealous. She wanted to wear a identical outfit as her soul mate. ...

Laurel was tired after a long week of work managing the cosmetic company she owned. She rubbed her neck as she slowly drove her car to her favorite health resort for a well deserved weekend of pampering and relaxation. When she had acquired the cosmetic company last year, she never knew that ownership would require her to take such a hands-on role in the day-to-day operations. In fact, the time she spent working at her business had affected her personal life as her husband Matt Hardy had recently left her with no note as to where he was moving to. The fact that she didn’t even notice he was gone till three days after he had left spoke volumes about the total immersion she had taken in her business. “Hmmmm… maybe I’ll try and track down Matt after the fall line is launched and see if we can patch things up. If not, one of the beefcakes who work here can more than fill his shoes …” Laurel thought to herself as she drove into the resort’s parking lot and parked her Ferrari in a spot near the private member’s entrance. She hopped out and strode across the parking lot noting how the lot seemed deserted right now which usually wasn’t the case for the resort. Laurel took out her membership card and swiped it across a panel next to the entrance door. A few seconds later, there was a loud BEEP! followed by an audible clicking noise. Laurel pulled open the door and walked inside the luxuriously furnished area set aside for the wealthy members of the resort. She walked up to the reception desk and greeted the woman behind it with a familial tome as she signed in. “Janice, I really need a massage in the worst way today. If Mario or Luigi are available today, it would be great,” Laurel said hopefully to the platinum blonde receptionist. “Hmmm… Mario’s out helping a friend move into one of those new condos built by Koopa developers but I think Luigi will be available in about an hour or two. If you want to do a little exercising till then, I think some of the climbers are available over there,” the receptionist said cheerfully while pointing over to the left towards the equipment she mentioned. Laurel smiled as she headed towards the change rooms. “I’ll give ’em a try for a little while though I have to save something for Luigi’s expert hands!” she called out happily to the receptionist before going in to change her outfit. Laurel emerged shortly thereafter wearing a tight fitting white mesh bodysuit that emphasized her voluptuous figure from her ample breasts to slim waist and shapely legs. She went over to where the exercise machines were lined up and started on one of the stair climber machines that lined the far wall of the exercise area. She exercised steadily over the next hour and a half stopping only to take a drink and to fend off the advances from muscular men looking to start a relationship or have a romp in bed. After finishing her workout, Laurel wrapped a towel around her neck and walked back to the receptionist area hoping to hear good news. Wiping the perspiration off her forehead and chest, she noted by the clock on a nearby wall that it was very close to the time where the spa would shut down for the day. The receptionist looked up as the buxom woman approached her and nodded slightly as she stapled some papers together. “Good timing, Laurel! Luigi is back and waiting for you in room number 3. He’s even agreed to stay past closing to make sure you get a full massage at no extra charge,” Janice said happily as she motioned towards the area where the massages were given. “Thanks, Janice! I appreciate the effort you’ve put in for me. Talk to you soon!” Laurel called out as she hurried off for the massage she longed to start. Once in the nearby change area, she stripped off her clothes she was wearing and wrapped a large white terry cloth towel around her body. She headed down to the area where Luigi set up for his clients and entered into the room where the massage table was. Unwrapping the towel around her, Laurel tossed it on a nearby chair and climbed up on the table where she laid down pressing her breasts into the soft leather covering as she fell into a light sleep. She dreamed of having a man looking allot like Luigi caressing and making love to her over and over again in a highly erotic atmosphere. Laurel’s sleep was interrupted by the feeling of hands going up and down her back and shoulders in a wonderfully pleasant manner. “Mmmm…. Luigi, you have such a wonderful touch…. you must keep your wife very happy….” she murmured as a feeling of euphoria swept through her body. After a few more minutes of massaging that spread to her legs, neck and arms, Laurel was almost purring in contentment as she felt so good… so light…. just like in her dreams. However, the wonderful feelings she was experiencing came to an abrupt halt when she turned her head and saw her reflection in a nearby mirror. The reflection she saw in the mirror shocked her and snapped her out of her daze. Her body was rapidly changing from flesh to rubber and latex with her skin was becoming smooth and shiny with no signs of freckles and blemishes anywhere. Her breasts rapidly changed into mounds of plastic capped by bright pink nipples that seemed to be erect. ...

It had been a long week of work. I had barely had a moment to myself, let alone any time for my wife Jen since my company picked up a new account the week before. I was working 18 hour days which left me just enough time to get home, eat and get a few hours of sleep before getting back up and heading back in. As I walked through the front door looking forward to having a couple days off I could hear the vacuum cleaner going downstairs in the finished basement. I thought nothing of it as Jen would regularly vacuum the house on Fridays after she returned from work. I went about putting my things away then opened the basement door and proceeded to head down the stairs to greet my wife. When I got to the bottom of the stairs what I saw surprised and aroused me. As I had mentioned in an earlier story I had written, I had devised a devilish way to explore my trash bag fantasy. It involved securing two 55 gallon black trash bags together, attaching a valve, and a breathing tube. Climbing in, attaching the valve to a vacuum, tying the bag over my head and letting the vacuum suck all of the air out of the bag so I would be sealed tightly inside. Jen had found me in my bag prison one time and it tipped her off to a serious fetish that I had involving black trash bags. It had been months since she helped me live out this fetish in the most amazing of ways. Nothing since then had materialized as I was so busy with work. She had also been swamped with work and our personal time had been brief. I had almost forgot about our little tryst. But I digress back to the scene that was playing out before my eyes in the basement. The vacuum that was running was not our regular vacuum, but a commercial shop vac that I had. It was attached to a black 55 gallon trash bag, and inside the bag, clearly visible, was the silhouette of a female body. That body was not the body of Jen as she was straddling the bag which was on the floor. Jen was wearing only a bra and thong as she was grinding on the body below her. The body in the bag was writhing as Jen used her hands in between the thighs of her prisoner. I sat quietly on the stairs becoming more aroused as I watched my wife grinding on the body of an unknown girl, using the method that I had come up with to play in my own little fantasy land. after a few minutes of voyeurism, I walked town the stairs and said to Jen. “What the hell is going on here?” Jen did not respond as she was in the middle of a full blown orgasm, and the sound of the vacuum was overpowering my voice as I looked on longingly, my cock straining against the zipper on my pants. When She came down from the high of her orgasm, I cleared my throat loudly and repeated “What the hell is going on here?” Jen spun around, alarmed and stammered. “Uh, um, well; I uh!” She was blushing red all over, I couldn’t tell if it was a post orgasm flush, or she was actually embarrassed. She looked at the growing bulge in my pants and commented, “Looks like someone is a little turned on by what they have stumbled in upon.” I just nodded my head as she got to her feet and sauntered over to where I was standing. I looked down at the prisoner on the floor and asked, “Who is in the trash bag prison?” Jen smiled and said, “It’s none of your business for the time being, maybe you should take advantage of what you see there in the bag.” She took my hand and lead me over to the package on the floor. Jen stated that she couldn’t hear with the vacuum being right next to her head, and I knew from my experience that the bag being tightly sealed to my head made hearing very difficult. Jen reached down and grabbed my package and gave it a playful squeeze and instructed me to get undressed. Who was I to argue? As I undressed I took in the image on the floor. The girl in the bag was sealed so tightly that I could see every single curve of her very voluptuous female body. The curves of her breasts. The point of her nipples, straining against the cool plastic. The soft ridges of her abdominals leading right down the the puffy mound of her pussy. Her legs were slightly spread and the shiny black trash bag was pulled taught to her pussy. It was so tightly sealed I could actually make out the distinct shape of her pussy lips. It was a sight to behold. As I dropped my underwear and my rigid cock sprung free, Jen walked over and asked if I liked what I saw. I replied with nothing but a strained, “uh huh!” She smiled and told me to do as I wish with the toy which was laid out in front of me. “Pleasure her, rub your cock against the shiny black plastic bag stretched tightly across her body. Make yourself cum. She is there for you to abuse, but remember. She will not know that it isn’t me until your cock touches her. Make her want your dick!” As my wife was instructing me she had reached down and begun to rub my still growing member, she slipped her finger over the head and slid the pre-cum around with her slender fingers. She then started to stroke me. When she finished speaking she knelt down and took me in her mouth. She got me very wet and told me to fuck her friend until I came. She said, “Get between her legs and fuck that bag. I want to see you cum all over that plastic. I want to lick your cum off her plastic covered stomach.” I did as I was instructed to do. I stood between the legs of the unknown girl, laying on my basement carpet. Tightly encased in a black trash bag, writhing, waiting for someone to pleasure her and smiled devilishly. Jen seeing my smile sat down and spread her legs placing one foot on either side of my trash girls head, then parted her pussy lips with her fingers and started to pleasure herself. Without touching my cock to the body below me I licked a path from the trash girls clearly defined belly button, across the tightly stretched plastic to the raised nipple. The body below me writhed and began to grind. There was a strange sensation as her body met mine. The bag was initially cool, then there was a flash of heat as her body heat radiated through the bag. I took my time as I traced paths all over her body. From her toes to her neck. I used every inch of her body to build the anticipation for what was about to happen. She couldn’t make a sound as a tube was in her mouth so she could breath. After almost 30 minutes of teasing my trash bag girl, and being teased as my sexy wife brought herself to one trembling orgasm after another, eventually resulting in her squirting all over her plaything, she leaned in close to me and said, “Make yourself cum by grinding against her. I want your cum. Give it to me and her!” I obliged. As I leaned down, placing one hand on either side of the body below me, I slowly guided my groin down onto hers. When contact was made the feeling was incredible. There was again a moment of cool refreshment as the tight plastic retained the chill of the basement air, then there was a rush of heat as the burning desire of her pussy blazed through the plastic. Moments after initial contact was made the body below me began to grind intensely. It was all I could do to keep from blowing within a minute of first touching her. She was writing uncontrollably, bucking wildly, she was groaning as she came. Again and again. I could feel her pussy pulse with each subsequent orgasm. Jen straddled her head and leaned in to kiss me passionately. That was it for me. I lost it. My balls tightened up and I began to erupt. As I came, the trash bag goddess below me must have felt the heat from my cum hit her stomach. she began to convulse hard, she was grinding against my cock hard. Jen needed to get in on the fun so she reached down and began to rub my cock, pressing it hard into the pussy below. When Jen was satisfied that I was empty she pushed me back and ran her fingers through my cum which was splattered across the shiny black plastic stretched across the stomach and pussy of the body below me. Jen then bent down and began to lick ravenously. She licked up every last drop of my pleasure. As she finished cleaning up my mess she smiled at me and said, “I hope you have enjoyed this first part of a night you won’t soon forget!” I looked at her surprised and said, “First part?” She smiled and shook her head. Her hair fell in front of her face as a grin spread across her lips. “This is just a warm up my dear!” she stated with a wicked grin. then she pushed me back so I fell to my back. She told me not to move, which I did not. I had learned to follow instructions very well. I watched her intently as she reached over and shut the vacuum off, after a moment the bag begin to loosen it’s vise like grip on the body within. The trash girl could now move her arms and legs. Jen reached over and started to pull the rope off the top of the bag and said, “You are next in the bag. Don’t argue, you are going to do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?” I nodded as the girl in the bag appeared. it was… ...

A Novel Idea by Tied2aChair A Novel Idea By Tied2aChair It all began with an idea, a simple, novel idea… To fall in love She sat at a table waiting patiently, quietly, calmly sipping her vodka and tonic surveying the room looking for the man to fulfill her innermost desires and fantasies. Not knowing whether she would find him or spend another night alone. But as she looked at her drink she saw something that caught her attention. A man 6’1 180 lbs average build, average size. She gave him a warm gaze that was sure to catch his eye, he smiled he was intrigued, he was enslaved. They talked casual at first about the weather and their jobs, what they sought out in life and how things could be better. As the conversation continued she started to hint at first about how she always had to be in control and how she liked to see people work for what they wanted. He smiled as he realized that this could be the one that would show him what it was to be dominated and loved. As the night grew close to 11 the conversation picked up it’s pace and the two decided to head back to her place. ...

(story continues from A Novel Idea)_ A Novel Idea 2 by Tied2achair A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN He spent the night struggling in his silk cocoon as she spent the night enjoying the warmth of his body and thrill of what’s to come. She awoke at 7:30 to prepare her slaves torment for the day. She wanted him immobile and aware of his peril. She wanted to make a statement as to say to him I am the spider and you are the fly. So she began creating a web between two polls in her basement she first tied a piece horizontal at the top of the poll and one at the bottom then she attached lengths of ropes vertical every few inches till she had what resembled a prison cell front made out of rope then she tied the rope horizontal again from one poll to another but this time she weaved it making a rope web for her slave to lay against; And feel her power. ...