Holly slowly walked up the stairs that led to her boyfriend James’ apartment wondering why he asked her to dress up for a night at the clubs but to meet him at his place first. She knew he had been combining his work as an interior decorator with his desire to redecorate his place and suspected he wanted to show her the results. Dressed in a red blouse with matching leather mini skirt and black high heels, the blonde beauty reached the top of the stairs and walked a short distance to where James’ front door. She rang the doorbell and waited about fifteen seconds or so before her boyfriend answered. " Hi, Holly. You look great tonight ! " James said enthusiastically upon seeing his girlfriend when he opened his apartment door. He walked over to his girlfriend and gave her a big hug followed by a passionate kiss on her full lips. Holly returned the passion in kind and allowed James to explore her lush body with his free hand. Disengaging before their embrace got a little too steamy, Holly looked into her boyfriend’s eyes and smiled warmly. " I’m glad you called me to come over. I was afraid that the little scene that happened at Spanky’s the other night where you saw me dancing with another guy and I kinda wondered if I was going to hear from you ever again, " she said with a sorrowful look on her face. A brief look of anger flashed across James’ face before dissipating into a smile and nod. " Naah, I believe you when you said that guy was drunk and got you mixed up with an ex girlfriend of his. Let’s put that whole thing behind us and instead talk about why I asked over today, ok ? " he said as he gestured towards his sparsely decorated apartment. " I’ve decided to try and decorate this place according to what I like and not the advice of some yuppie home decorator. I was wondering if you’d give me a hand moving some stuff around and taking some pictures of some key areas. I’ve got a few ideas I want to run by you," James said with a warm smile. Holly nodded in agreement as she hung up her jacket on a nearby rack and started to move various pieces of furniture around at Jack’s request either by herself or with his help. Occasionally, they would stop and embrace in passion but Holly would break it off before it led to a trip to the bedroom. She saw the same look of consternation on James’ face that was there before but figured it might have been frustration over her reluctance to be intimate. After about an hour or so, James had taken a few photos and finished with the bedrooms and bathroom. When they started looking over the living room, he suggested Holly stand over next to a table while he take a picture with his new camera that has a special lens for indoors. “James and his toys…. it’s a good thing Bob has better priorities…. like me! Ha! Ha! " Holly thought to herself as she leaned back on the table and smiled at James as he snapped his desired picture. FLASHH!!! The camera picture was snapped with the brilliance temporarily blinding Holly as she stood waiting. After a second or two, her vision cleared and she went to move to a different part of the room. To her horror, she found she couldn’t move whatsoever ! She tried to shout out to James but found that her ability to talk had vanished as well ! She stood there in silence hoping that James would help her get out of her predicament. Another surprise followed though as James seemed totally nonplused by her lack of mobility and communications. In fact, he had set down his camera and was busy pushing some of his furniture around. After doing that for a while, he walked over in front of Holly and stood in silent contemplation of her immobile form. " Holly…. dear, dear Holly… you know, you shouldn’t lie to someone about who you’re seeing. I did some checking after seeing you in the bar and found out that not only were you going out with the guy you were dancing with but you’re also seeing a traveling salesman and living with a visiting computer technician from the Czech. Republic. If that wasn’t bad enough, you had asked another fellow to see if he could, once you and I tied the knot, arrange for me to have an ‘accident’ in exchange for splitting the insurance money. That wasn’t very nice to do, Holly, not nice at all, " James said as he brushed his hands through her blonde hair. " Shitt!!… this is not good…. how the hell did he figure it all out ?….. I’ve got to get out of here… ugghh.. but I can’t even twitch my little finger or wiggle my nose.. what the heck does he have planned for me…. I want out of here pleaseee!!!…” Holly screamed to herself as she felt her blouse and skirt being slowly removed leaving her standing in just her underwear and black leather boots. " Hmmm.. blue lacy lingerie and matching panties… oh, you are a sexy woman, Holly, though that may soon change. You see, I have a friend who works with a fairly secretive department in the government and he’s been working on a substance that has some rather unusual effects on the human body. He agreed to lend me some in exchange for some photos I have of him and a ‘friend’ that was very naked and definitely not his wife," James said with an evil chuckle as he pulled out a small glass bottle and put it on the desk next to her. He then reached around and removed her bra and panties thought the latter was most troublesome to stretch around Holly’s rigid legs. James then went over and put on a set of what looked like surgical gloves before returning to the table and pulling out an eyedropper. He measured off a set amount before moving in front of the immobile Holly once more holding the eyedropper so she could see it. “This little elixir will affect our relationship on a rather permanent basis. Although you’ll hate the change at first, I’m sure over time you’ll grow to accept it and maybe even like it. Either way, all my problems as well as mine will be gone for good, " James said nodding arrogantly. “Change ?…. accept ?… what the hell is he talking about ?… what’s in that.. oohhh !!…” Holly thought to herself before her self wondering was interrupted by an intense wave of erotic pleasure that surged through her body as James squeezed off a couple of drops onto her left breast and nipple. He then moved on to the right breast followed by applications to her slightly opened mouth and along the edges of her exposed pussy. Every application of the fluid seemed to intensify the waves of pleasure Holly was experiencing and she would have screamed out loud in ecstasy but with her ability to talk gone, Holly stood silently with only the slight quivering of her body indicating her present state of mind. However, the pleasure Holly was feeling quickly became mixed with horror as she realized the real motive for James’ application of the fluid. She felt her skin starting to change in texture and look from its’ normal flesh tone color to an artificial type look. She could see her reflection in a mirror that her freckles and blemishes were starting to vanish as well as the tiny scar where she had her appendix removed. “What’s going on?…. What’s happening to my skin?….. oooohhh…. why am I feeling so good?…. what are you doing now, James?….wh… ooooohhh…mmm…..” Holly thought to herself frantically before her thoughts were interrupted by James running his hands up and down the left side of her body. Her thoughts of anger and revulsion towards the man were mixed with ones of pleasure and longing for more caressing as her body slightly quivered in response to James’ fingers tracing a path down her silky smooth body. When James stepped out of her field of vision and Holly could see her reflection once again in the mirror, she saw that most of her arms and legs that she could see in the mirror had become a glossy plastic in look with what appeared to be seams becoming visible running the length of them. Her pussy seemed to opening of its’ own accord as it formed a symmetrical O-shape inviting anyone for probing. She could feel the same happening to her mouth as it slowly twisted on its’ own before it froze in a wide ovular shape much like her pussy and anus now were. Her mouth’s interior formed a soft padding of latex and rubber devoid of teeth and tongue. As the process neared it’s conclusion with her slender chest forming into firm yet pliable mounds of plastic capped by pink circles, Holly felt wave upon wave of pleasure that made her feel like she was experiencing one intense orgasm again and again. It was when the process neared its completion that the subject of the transformation finally realized what she was becoming. “A LOVE DOLL… A DAMNED SEX TOY…. A GOOD DOLL… PERHAPS TO BE USED… USED ME… JAMES USED ME… TO GET REVENGE…. TO GET… GET ME IN BED… NO… YES… NO… YESS!!!….” the doll screamed as its’ thoughts jumped back and forth between a woman desperate not to be used as a fuck toy and a love doll desiring nothing more than that. James walked over and nodded with satisfaction at the finished doll before swiftly taking off its’ black leather boots. He then swept up Holly’s clothing and purse and put it out with the trash before returning to the apartment and to the love doll that was still standing in the living room. He silently picked up the doll by the waist and carried it into the bedroom where he set it on the bed. " All right, Holly, I’m going out for my daily jog but I promise I won’t be too long. When I get back, I’ll be sure and try you out. You were a great lover and now you’ll be a great love doll ! Ha ! Ha!” James said with a sinister laugh before changing into his exercise outfit and leaving without a backward glance at the nude doll that laid on his bed with arms pointing upwards ready to hold any who might use her. Unfortunately for James, he was no more than a couple of blocks from his home when he was struck from behind by a speeding gray Buick Eaglelark and killed almost instantly. The driver stopped momentarily as if he was checking to see if James was still alive or not before driving into the night. As for James possessions, his landlord let one of his former girlfriends pack up most of his things though he did keep the very attractive love doll he found for himself. As for the other stuff , it all went into cardboard boxes before being packed away into storage. Everything except for an eye dropper and glass vial found on a wooden table… " It smells like licorice…" said the ex-girlfriend as she lifted the eye dropper up and touched the tip of her tongue with it…. And so it goes….. THE END ...

A Cautionary Note. When I was a young girl my Mommy told me Fairy tales. When I was older I learnt that they are not real. When I was twenty I learnt that I was wrong, but that fairies sometimes are not as nice as I always thought they were! Not all fairies have pretty wings and eat ambrosia; some have pretty wings and whips and chains, and feed you gruel just for fun! ...

(story continues from A True Fairy Tale) A Cautionary Note. When I was a young girl my Mommy told me Fairy tales. When I was older I learnt that they are not real. When I was twenty I learnt that I was wrong, but that fairies sometimes are not as nice as I always thought they were! Not all fairies have pretty wings and eat ambrosia; some have pretty wings and whips and chains, and feed you gruel just for fun! ...

All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset. I’ve set the camera for a reasonably wide angle on the lens. This way he might not get any close ups once the games begin, but I’m not likely to move out of the picture, so he won’t miss any of the action. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

Part One: The Beginning “You’re now pronounced husband and wife,” the minister said. I had never been so happy in my life – a very beautiful woman and with every quality that I had ever sought or hoped for. I can even safely say that April is far beyond what I had ever expected… but when the wedding was over… something changed! Usually, most couples would engage in sex and romance the night of the wedding. My wife and I did just that – and what a night it was. We had the best champagne – the best food. I know that in my lifetime, there never was a better night at that point. And after a few hours of heated romance and love making, my wife and I would slip into a deep sleep. I slept like a baby… but when I awoke… I awoke to the most startling discovery… here… just where my story really begins… ...

That night, the cold October rain drummed on the skylights and washed everything outside glossy and new. The lit windows of the houses across the way painted a dark Monet-like impression on the rain slick street. Mark took another drag on his cigarette and continued to watch for the arrival Eileen’s car. His cock was already hard with the thought of Eileen and the thought of binding her again. Mark could picture her elegant body, slender from tennis lessons and late afternoon swims. Eileen was barely over five-foot tall and yet the way that she carried herself through a crowd made her seems to stand six-foot or more. Mark loved her long, aureate colored hair and her laughing blue eyes and her short, pug-like nose and the way all of her was that poolside brown that sun lotion ads loved to purvey. ...

The sequel to ‘A Work Of Art’ is complete along with three possible endings. I would like to have your readers vote on the ending they like best, contact me on my blog Fesseln’s Fiction and let me know which ending is best. Part 2 The word ‘punished’ sent cold shivers through Eileen’s entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous. ...

An entry in the Erosboutique & Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004 I remember my first bondage experiences in early teenage years when me and my friends played cops and criminals and we had those cheap plastic handcuffs. Even if they didn’t actually hold anybody from escaping I still liked to click them around somebody’s wrists or wear them myself. Later I started playing with straps and belts, buckled my feet, restrained my arms and then tried to get free. At some point, I started getting these pleasurable sensations while being in bondage. At first I didn’t understand nor even tried to understand these feelings, just enjoyed the ride. I started collecting all sorts of stuff that could be used for bondage. For an example if a nice strong leather belt came my way it was added to my collection as well as chains, clips, metal rings etc. ...

Little did I know what I was in for. I do not regret it, but it was a bit of a surprise. It all started one Friday night, I had been out with a couple of girls from work. At this one bar there stood a man in his thirties waiting for a drink. He was not exactly the best looking man in the room, but he was definitely not the worst either. About 5'10" to 6’ in height, a little overweight, close-cropped dark blond or light brown hair and he wore glasses. He was dressed business casual, dark dress pants, a Polo shirt, and black dress shoes. Something about him had peaked my interest. ...

(story continues from Accidental Inheritance) Part 2: Anniversary Gift After a wonderful and romantic anniversary dinner, Tim presented me with a small wrapped box. “What is it?” “Your anniversary present silly, much more then that you will have to discover by opening it.” “I told you I already have my present from you and I would get it later tonight.” I gave him a sly smile. “I know my love, but it did not seem right for me to not get you something really from me. Besides I had it custom made and it was started before you told me not to buy anything.” ...

(story continues from Accidental Inheritance 2: Anniversary Gift) Part 3: Linda A few weeks had passed since Tim and I’s anniversary, and things have fallen into their normal routine, well as normal as a married woman, and her full-time chastity caged, part-time hypno-slave, husband can be. I had spent a half hour at the gym after work, when I had returned to my locker it was open. I quickly inventoried my belonging, everything was there except my necklace! How was I going to tell Tim the necklace containing the only key to his chastity tube was stolen? ...

(story continues from Accidental Inheritance 3: Linda) Part 4: Bimbofication I gave him the best pleading puppy dog eye I could. “Please Tim. That bitch has disrespected me one time too many!” “No Janice, please just stop it. I will not allow you to use the programmer on unwilling people.” I pouted a little. “You used it on Linda!” “No. I did not do that, Master Tim did. You know full well by now that the Master Tim personality you created in me does not have the morals I do. He enjoys fucking with peoples minds” ...

Adam has always been a little odd. He never was good at expressing himself and his girlfriend Ashley was always really understanding of this fact. One day Adam made the mistake of dumping Ashley during a fight that was his fault anyway. Well we all know how the saying goes; you don’t know what you have until you’ve lost it. Adam became really depressed and had noticed what if felt like to be without her. No one could make him feel like Ashley had, no one made him feel whole. So one day he got the courage up to talk to her again, and this is where our story begins. ...

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(story continues from Adult Toy Store Adventures - Girlfriend in Leather) Go To - Adult Toy Store Adventures - Girl Friend in Leather

Eileen crept silently across the deserted parking lot towards the illuminated store front of Adult Fun, a store specializing in adult entertainment items ranging from the latest XXX DVD/movie to a wide assortment of creams, devices and other items to heighten sexual pleasure. However, the reason Eileen was headed for the store that night has nothing to do with a potential purchase. She had agreed to meet the owner Mitzie after store hours for a night of erotic pleasure that would add a new level of intimacy to their three month relationship. One fact she had no intention of telling Mitzie was Eileen’s real reason for the relationship that had blossomed between the two women. ...

“Where the hell did it go?” Glancing around at the disaster area that had just recently been a neat, orderly room, Nikki Vincent swore softly, then grinned at her own actions. It had been years since she’d acted like this. Like a rookie, she thought, her grin widening. It had been a long time since Nikki had been a rookie. A veteran and respected figure in the bondage video scene, her name, and her body, were among the best known of the many models churning out bondage videos and photo shoots for an avid audience. Nikki had seen it all, done it all, and enjoyed most of it. Today, though, she was feverishly trying to prepare for something entirely new. ...

(story continues from Advanced Bondage) Part Two “Finally!” Slamming the door behind her, Nikki Vincent leaned against it. Days like this, she thought, seriously challenged her love for her work. After several moments, Nikki began making her way across the room, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing on her way to the shower. A long, hot soak, she thought wearily. Maybe then I’ll be able to relax. Later, sprawled on her bed, Nikki stared up at the ceiling. Being home hadn’t helped. A long, almost scaldingly hot shower hadn’t helped. For a moment, Nikki seriously considered several large, stiff drinks. Then, as a thought popped into her head, she smiled. ...

Authors note: I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage. I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister’s “Joy of Sex” with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock. I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly. However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it. A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what it would be like to be tied by another guy. Someone who wouldn’t “be nice”, and would be doing it to me for his own pleasure, not mine. ...