She was good that one. I had seen her hanging about near the centre of town. “Do you want to do business?” she had asked me. I said I would. “At the moment it is too hot around here. Meet me down at the old pier at 10.30!” I told her I would be there. It was only in 15 minutes time. I walked to the pier and took several turns to ensure I was not being followed. It took me all of the 15 minutes to get there. There was no sign of her. ...

This story contains accounts of bondage, crossdressing and humiliation. If this offends you please read no further. First let me explain that I am a hetro crossdresser. I am also into bondage and DS play thou I rarely get the chance to do bondage and DS as partners are hard to find. This story takes place as I am a senior in HS. My Mom and I live in a modest two-story house with a basement. It’s a really nice neighbourhood, nice yards, not rich but not poor. ...

This story contains accounts of bondage, crossdressing and humiliation. If this offends you please read no further. First let me explain that I am a hetro crossdresser. I am also into bondage and DS play thou I rarely get the chance to do bondage and DS as partners are hard to find. This story takes place as I am a senior in HS. My Mom and I live in a modest two-story house with a basement. It’s a really nice neighbourhood, nice yards, not rich but not poor. ...

Chapter 1 – The sackings. Trevor Lansdale was a difficult man to work with. He had been brought in to sort out the company. He had put it back on its feet, but God help anyone who crossed him. He would sack them without blinking and eyelid. He thought he was the bees knees. A right trendy type with long wavy black hair. This day in particular, he was having a bad day, a very bad day indeed. Orders for the packing cases his firm made had been cancelled and he had to make up the loss of income or his fiddle would be found out. He had been siphoning some of the firm’s money into his own account. He had been clever. Not even the auditors had spotted his clever bookwork fraud. ...

This is a true story. This is the account of one of my most humiliating and long lasting self-bondage sessions. However before I start a little about me, at the time I was 19yrs old. I was in the air force and was on my way to my first assignment. I thought I was lucky due to my assignment as it was all I could want. The east coast. D.C. to be exact. I already had a few friends there who had been assigned to the base earlier than me and I was not the only member of my Tech school class going there. My friend Karen had also gotten the same assignment. I was so happy about it, coming from a small city, I knew that D.C. would allow me to explore my wild side. But being in the military I would have to keep it low profile, which wasn’t much of a problem, I thought. ...

Ilsa opened the door to the photo studio and walked in hoping that no one would notice she wasn’t supposed to be there that day. Her friend Carla was participating in a photo shoot that day as the centerfold model for a new adult men’s magazine Sexy Sluts. Carla had invited Ilsa to watch the shoot but to stay out of the way of the photographer as he might be a little .temperamental CRASHH!! A lighting fixture tumbled to the floor after Ilsa tripped on a loose wire running from it and fell to the ground herself. Ilsa looked up to see an enraged man heading for her waving his arms frantically. " Look at what you have done, you clumsy woman. That’s an expensive fixture you just destroyed through your clumsiness and it will take some time to get a replacement piece. Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady ? " the mid 40’s man with a receding hairline snapped as he gestured angrily at the broken item. Ilsa looked at the angry man and a look of sorrow appeared on her face . " I’m sorry, it was an accident ! If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I’ll be more than happy to do it. I don’t much in the way of money but if there’s any jobs or chores you need help with , I’d be more than happy to give you a hand with it." she said hoping to calm the man down. The man picked up the fixture and part of the glass fell to the ground and shattered into smaller pieces. " Young lady, a $ 5,000 dollar lighting fixture that has been destroyed is not replaced by simple menial labor. You see, it costs…" he started to state forcefully before being interrupted by the sound of another light crashing to the ground. This time, it was Carla looking crestfallen as she gazed down at the ruined equipment lying in front of her. " You…you…ARRRGHHH!!!…." snarled Jacques as he stormed over to the other ruined equipment in a great rage. After bending down for a second or two, he straightened up and jabbed a finger at Carla while inhaling deeply. However, after a second or two of uncomfortable silence, his face noticeably softened as he looked at both women with a slow and deliberate turn of his head. " I’ve decided that, for compensation, you two won’t have to pay for the equipment you’ve destroyed. Instead, I want you two to model for me free in a series of photos for a new adult magazine Lesbian Lust being published in Europe. It will require you both to travel for a bit after the shoot so please make the necessary arrangements before the shoot starts tomorrow." Jacques said with a far more pleasant tone than before. The two women looked at each other dumbfounded by the offer. The shoot would be the opportunity for both of them to command big money in the adult entertainment industry and the fact that Jacques, known for the amazing quality and color of his photos, would be the one filming them virtually guaranteed them lucrative offers to appear in XXX movies and other parts of the industry. Ilsa and Carla both quickly agreed to Jacques’ proposal and were given directions to the studio where Jacques would film the two for the magazine. They were told to meet him there in two days with the outfits he provided and to brings lots of passion. 48 hours later…… After 45 minutes into the shoot, both women were a little weary by the frantic pace in the posing and re-posing for Jacques’ rapid picture taking. They had started off wearing frilly lingerie which they took turns removing from their opposite at Jacques’ prompting before moving onto intimate probing and caressing each other’s body. After several minutes of letting their tongues and hands roam up and down each other while embracing, Jacques called for a five minute break while he retrieved a new camera for the final part of the shoot. The two women pulled themselves off the bed and stood up straight for a few seconds chatting among themselves with both noting how stiff they felt and how their skin seemed to be almost glistening from the sweat that was coating them both. " All right, ladies, I need you to pose in front of the chairs over here lying face up on the rug. " Jacques called out to the models. They both walked slowly over to the position Jacques indicated and assumed a sultry position looking up. FLASH!! " Now, I need you two to lift yourselves up with your legs spread wide and supporting your weight your elbows and feet. Do it now !! " Jacques commanded the women who felt compelled to follow his order to the letter. FLASH!! FLASH!! " Cup your breasts and hold your mouth open like the good dollies you soon will be ! " Jacques ordered while slightly adjusting the camera flash. FLASH!!!!!! FLASH!!!!! The women had just finished assuming the order and barely had time to register the significance of what Jacques had just said when they felt a change quickly envelop their rigid bodies. Ilsa could feel her skin quickly changing from warm flesh and blood to smooth plastic with no signs of freckles and blemishes visible anywhere. Her breasts grew rigid and became twin mounds of molded plastic capped by rubbery nipples. She could feel her pussy slightly open and assume the same O-shape that her mouth was now frozen in. ...

One afternoon last year I was fixing Toby’s intrusion alarm. Toby, my fantastic free-lance domina, had been hanging around and kibitzing, and apparently finally got bored with all the wiring and testing and nonsense. “I’m going out’’ she said. “Be back around eight.'' “What about my reward for fixing your alarm?’’ I teased. Toby grinned evilly. “If I come back and find you tied up in the closet bound hand and foot so you can’t wiggle more than the odd finger–I’ll give you a double reward.'' ...

This is a TRUE account, not fiction. I had been itching to do a self-bondage session for a while, and was looking for ideas over the Internet. I had planned the session for Tuesday, when I had nothing to do and I would be free to enjoy myself. I found nothing of interest over the Internet, so I had to come up with something I either hadn’t done or hadn’t done in a while. ...

The English weather was living up to expectation, cold, wet, and windy! Charlotte was trying to find her front door key, she put down her two suitcases and fumbled through her bag, finally she saw her bunch of keys and picked the most likely to open the front door and get her out of the rain! Charlotte shared the house with Helen, Helen worked at the same investment company as Charlotte, Charlotte was a Manager of a foreign commodities section, Helen on the other hand was a secretary for Ms Jacobs in accounts. The two of them had been at school together, in different years, with Charlotte being a year older then Helen.. ...

I had been stuck in a loveless marriage for about 10 years. Loveless is too nice of a description. We pretty much hated each other and only stayed together for the kids. My wife and I had developed a strange relationship that involved us making a lot of deals with each other. We bartered for everything. Me cutting the lawn was worth two home cooked dinners. Me washing the dinner dishes was worth one load of my laundry being washed, dried and folded. Me painting a room would get me a blowjob. This evolved out of necessity. Especially the sex part. Everyone needs sexual release and we did not want each other cheating around town. Again not out of love but because we did not want to look like fools when people found out. Everyone thought we had a great marriage and we wanted to keep up the illusion. ...

Cheetara arrived at the black pyramid as the sun was going down. The place was creepy enough during daylight hours, in the dark with a constant clash of thunder and lightening all around, it was even more frightening. Steeling her resolve and running around the structure at super-speed, she quickly found a door into the lair of Third Earth’s most vile, wicked fiend; Mumm-Ra. The entire tribe of warrior maidens had recently gone missing, and rumor had it the wretched bag of bones was the one behind it. If he was behind all their disappearances, Cheetara could only speculate as to how he managed to capture them all. Sure, he had the reptilian Slithe and those other repulsive mutants to do his bidding, but the lot of them were too dimwitted and clumsy to defeat and capture an entire village of skilled warrior women, let alone do it over night. As the only Thundercat not off world at the moment, it fell to Cheetara to investigate the matter. ...

“…..and after we come back from the break, I’ll show you all how to make Canadian bacon soufflé with 7…. 7different herbs and spices!! " a dark haired man extolled to the audience seated in front of him. As the crowd burst into loud applause, the floor director signaled to the man, as well as the blonde haired woman next to him, that they were now in commercial. With that, the man ran over to the left to take a sip of water while the woman moved behind a large piece of staging and lit up a cigarette. “Jack is certainly boisterous today….. maybe it’s the fact that this is the last show of the week and we can get out of town to his cottage in the country…..” Anne thought to herself as she took a deep drag on her cigarette. She knew the producers of the show “Great Cooking!” that she and Jack worked on frowned on anyone smoking while on the set but Anne figured that rules like that were meant for the staff and not an important person like herself. “Psst… Anne…. 10 seconds……! " Anne’s assistant Gloria called out as she leaned around the staging to speak with Anne. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Anne muttered as she tossed her cigarette on the floor and stomped it out with her right shoe. She then hurried out to her spot behind the counter beside Jack. With applause starting up once again, Jack welcomed the TV viewers back and the rest of the show went without a hitch. At the end of the show, with the audience slowly filing out, Jack and Anne made their way back to the dressing rooms chatting about the upcoming weekend and so on. Anne had just entered her individual dressing room and was about to start changing into her own clothes when she heard a knock at her door. Figuring that it was Jack knocking to ask about some detail he had forgot to check with her, Anne went quickly to the door wearing only a bathrobe that was loosely tied at best. To Anne’s surprise and chagrin, it wasn’t Jack knocking on the door but a dark haired stranger dressed in an expensive looking business suit waiting for her. Flustered somewhat, Anne quickly tied her robe a little tighter before turning her full attention to the visitor. “Ummm….. can I help you?” Anne stammered as she heard a knock on a door to the far right of her right. She thought it might have been Jack’s door but now was not the time to investigate. “Sorry to have caught you at an inopportune time but your assistant informed that you leave for your place in the country rather quickly after the Friday show wraps up. If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, I was wondering if I might be able to talk to you for five or so minutes about a business opportunity,” the man said sincerely. “Sheesh…. I hope it’s not another guy trying to get me to invest in some revolutionary cookery that will change the way people prepare their meals…….” Anne thought to herself as she smiled and motioned for the man to take a seat inside. “I realize your time is rather limited so I’ll get right to the point, Ms. Gables. My name is Bill Conolly and I represent a European TV consortium that is looking to put together a cooking show that can be syndicated throughout Europe with worldwide penetration being the ultimate goal. We’ve gone over an extensive list of people we think would be good to host the show and you’re at the very top of the list. If you agree to leave your current job, we can offer a guaranteed three year contract that offers 25 % above what you’re making now plus other incentives and a great incentive package that will satisfy all your needs and then some. Does this sound like the kind of offer you’d be interested in accepting?” the man asked Anne with his tone completely businesslike throughout his speech. Anne was stunned by what she had just heard and was silent for several seconds. As if he was sensing some disbelief in what he had just said, Bill reached into the attaché case he was carrying and withdrew several multi colored pages. He handed them to Anne before sitting back and waiting for her to respond. “Ummm….. ummmmm…. can I take the weekend to think this over. This is a lot for me to digest,” Anne stammered while flicking through the pages nervously. “Of course, Ms. Gables. My partners can give you until the end of next week for a response to the proposal. The only thing we ask is that you keep our private and not discuss it with anyone else especially the staff of the show you’re currently part of,” Bill said smoothly as he pulled himself to his feet and brushed out a wrinkle on his right trouser leg. “Oh…. oh, sure, no problem at all. I’ll have an answer for you by then. Is there a phone number that you can be reached at if I have any more questions about your proposal?” Anne asked as she tried to figure out why such a proposal was being made to her. “My firm’s email address is listed on the last page of our proposal and is monitored on a 24 hours basis. I know you’re in a hurry so unless you have an immediate question, I shall take my leave. Please remember what I have said before about confidentiality….. my firm finds it VERY important. With that, I shall take my leave,” Bill intoned as he stood up and tipped his hat in Anne’s direction before leaving. When the door to her dressing room closed and Anne was alone by herself, she let out a deep breath as if she was holding her breath for an extended amount of time. Glancing briefly at the documents before shoving them into a travel bag, the blonde haired woman finished changing into her outfit and quickly applied her make-up before heading out of the room. “OOOFFF!!!!!” Anne gasped as she walked right inside someone outside her dressing room without even seeing him or her at all. Staggering backwards, she saw that the person she slammed into was none other than her boyfriend and co-host Jack. “Whoah there, geez, Anne, you’d think you were already on the road to the cottage,” Jack said with a wry smile crossing his face. “Sorry, Jack. I’ve just, dunno, got a lot of things on my mind, I guess,” Anne said softly while brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Oh. Uh…. I guess…umm…. I can see that but c’mon, it’s Friday! Let’s get the heck out of here and have some fun!” Jack replied enthusiastically after a moment or two of hesitation. Anne saw that he was holding several pieces of folded paper in his right side and was clutching them tightly next to his leg as if he was afraid Anne would see them. Dismissing the sight quickly, Anne smiled and kissed Jack. “I’m with you, darling. Just let me swing by my place and I’ll pick up that black bikini you like so much,” she said softly while playing with the bottom of Jack’s tie. Jack’s face turned red and there was a slight bulge visible in his trousers as he absorbed what he heard. “Ummm, I think that would be more than agreeable. In fact, why don’t you pack that see through nightie that ya wore last month? I never got much of a chance to see you in it, if I remember right!” Jack whispered into her right ear as the two embraced. With that, the two walked quickly out of the studio and headed out to start the weekend……… ...

September 24, 1988 Something happened to me this evening that is so mind- blowing that I have to tell someone. For reasons that will be obvious, I can’t do that, so I’m writing it down instead. It started with a phone call this morning from Cheryl, a girl in the payroll department at the construction company where I’m an estimator. I knew her by sight, but that’s all, so I was a little surprised when she said she had something personal to discuss with me. She suggested that we have lunch away from the office, so we could talk in private, and I agreed to meet her at a little burger joint a couple of miles from where we work. ...

Lady Livuetta looked across the board in the heart of the House of Balances, at that bitch Madame Catalina. The whore who had stolen her Antoine’s heart, or at least his cock, had an entire household arrayed around her in the ranks required of the game. Her over the top curves made her look like a slut in black velvet, a far cry from Livuetta’s willowy frame. Livuetta had her own ranks, arrayed in white as she was. It had taken enough doing just to get them there. Coin for the servants in the front ranks. Demonstrations of her prowess on the board for those consenting to play the major pieces. Promises and threats. Although often not so many of those. It turned out that the attractions of the House of Balance were enough for most, even with the threat of consequences. Maybe especially with them for the likes of Reynard and Timon, her rooks. And for her sister Teresa, it hadn’t even taken that. ...

We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costume to our play. I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly-laced old fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise molds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of frustration. Thus, we’ve accumulated a great storehouse of toys over the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left, and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from 19" to 22" (including one that is knee-length), rubber stockings, skirts, and so on, and a very large drawerful of cuffs, collars and padlocks. All these things see a good amount of use! ...

(Smallville Girl) (selfbondage fiction) What is a fetish? Whatever it is, I have one. The term comes, I think, from anthropology, and refers to an item used as the focus of a clan in a neolithic people. Bunch of big words, all right. What this means is that a group of people who are not allowed to marry each other – clans marry people from other clans – are organized around a concept which may be the name of an animal – say, Parrot Clan, or an element, like Fire Clan, or a part of the body, like Forehead Clan. One group is named Horn Clan…. ...

Doing the chores sometimes had compensating factors. This was one of those days when the job had to be done. Things were looking bad, the floor looked a mess. It needed cleaning all right. the fumes from the cleaning fluids would be noxious amd there would be some grubbing around on the floor required in order to scrub the place clean. “Oh well”, she thought, “I really must get on and clean this place up”. ...

Cindy saw red as she spotted her rival for her boyfriends affections, until she came up with a plan that would change her life forever, to take her rivals place and become a sexdoll… Part 1: Surprise I’d been away on a business trip; I had finished up early and decided to surprise my man with me dressed in some new drop dead gorgeous lingerie that I’d purchased on my trip. My flight brought me home at about midday, so I knew I had plenty of time to get my little surprise ready. I have my own key to his apartment, we live together but I still maintain my own home, for no other reason than if I need a break or he goes away. Anyway I let myself in, it was very quiet in his place, and everyone at work I suppose no neighbours making any noise. ...

Cindy saw red as she spotted her rival for her boyfriends affections, until she came up with a plan that would change her life forever, to take her rivals place and become a sexdoll… Part 1: Surprise I’d been away on a business trip; I had finished up early and decided to surprise my man with me dressed in some new drop dead gorgeous lingerie that I’d purchased on my trip. My flight brought me home at about midday, so I knew I had plenty of time to get my little surprise ready. I have my own key to his apartment, we live together but I still maintain my own home, for no other reason than if I need a break or he goes away. Anyway I let myself in, it was very quiet in his place, and everyone at work I suppose no neighbours making any noise. ...