Cindy had spent many days enclosed inside the love doll, she had become more like the doll in many ways. Now she even had the box to be stored in… (story continues from Cindy Lovedoll) Part 2: Bagged! As I’ve said in my previous story about how I’d come back early from a trip to find a latex sexdoll in my boyfriends bed. I’d had the overwhelming urge to become the sexdoll, I just had to be “her”. My boyfriend had used me without realising that I’d replaced “her”, and then in the morning, I had revealed my secret. We had progressed until one weekend my partner had surprised me with a present, a box to keep his love doll in! I was in heaven and quickly found just how much I enjoyed being bound in the box and kept for his pleasure. ...

Cindy had tied herslf up at home, dressed in her latex catsuit, three invaders made their presence felt in her holes, she was deep in fantasy of being used by three people at once when the climax hit and then she realsied that she was not alone… (story continues from Cindy Lovedoll 2: Bagged!) Part 3: Latex Slave I had just been kidnapped after tying myself up, dressed in my latex catsuit and plugged, gagged and bound by my own hands. Whilst in the throughs of my orgasm I had been discovered by someone who had taken advantage of my tightly bound body and used my rear from his pleasure and as it turned out mine too. He then bound me even tighter and stuffed me into a canvas gym bag, I was now just a piece of luggage not a sexy, voluptuous woman but a mere sex object. ...

Chapter One My wife of 3 years, 26 year old Cindy and I had talked extensively about her wildest fantasy… that of being buried and unable to dig herself out. We agreed that this very summer, when the weather was warm, we’d pursue this, I just hadn’t devised the exact details yet, and Cindy was driving me crazy to do this. We were driving home one night about 10PM when we passed an abandoned building project. We stopped to stare sadly at what could have been a nice little shopping center, when Cindy spotted something lying in the rubble. ...

Claire awoke to find herself in an awkward state. She could see nothing but hazy images and smell nothing but rubber. She licked her lips only to find she could taste nothing but rubber. It was as if her skin had been changed to latex. (A marvellous thought she mused) Attempting to work out what had happened, Claire lifted her hand. She found that she could move her hands no more than a few centimetres in any direction. Her feet too were restrained similarly. She was almost about to cry out when she heard a door open. ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

(story continues from Click) Part 2: Who’s Counting? “Richard? Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem a little distracted”. One of the attractive young women who worked in my office was leaning over the cubicle wall with a concerned look on her face. She wore a tight white blouse with a short navy skirt. Even from where she stood I could smell her fragrance. ‘There are plenty of things you could do,’ I thought. ‘But none of them are really suitable for office time’. I fantasised a lot about the girls who worked here. Rather than compete with each other in terms of sexy clothes or grooming, they seemed to naturally somehow fall into a similar look. The kind of look that you might see all around you, but never have for the taking. I winced at the thought. ...

continues from part two Part 3: Turning the Tables I woke up in pain. Just like every other day, my morning erection was the source of my discomfort. It pressed hard into the CB-6000 chastity device that had been my constant companion these past few months. My wife Emma had confined me inside it, both as a punishment and as a motivator. I was being punished for being caught one time having sex on my own, while wearing women’s clothes and self-bound to the bed. I was being motivated to wait on her hand and foot, and to satisfy her daily sexual needs. ...

* Closet Encounters By Nancy Slave I am in the process of adding a master bathroom onto my house. It is one of those giant rooms with a freestanding bathtub complete with a spray faucet. There are giant mirrors on the walls and over the double sinks which allow a full view of everything from everywhere in the room. I hired Jeff to do this work for me partly because of his talents and partly because he was the sexiest man I have seen in a long time. He was 6'3" tall with strong broad shoulders. His deep blue eyes and brown hair matched those of the men in my fantasies. I sat and watched him work on my bathroom for weeks. The days sped by with hours of lively conversations. ...

I grasped the knob on the glossy black door. The anonymous alley entrance to the club on the other side had no sign, no name, no hint of its existence. My heart was pounding as anxiety welled up inside my body and replaced the roaring desire for sex that had been there earlier in the day. Now I was nervous, my hands cold and clammy, and I felt extremely heavy, exhausted, and not quite sure I had the ability to finally go through with what we had discussed so many times. But I would not allow myself to turn back. I couldn’t return to my apartment knowing I would regret not doing this. ...

I might have mentioned that I am into a few fetishes. I guess I got involved because I had some submissive tendencies for which I sought help from a West Coast dominatrix (Sylvia) whom I see often. This story is about latex, and how she got me to love it! Sylvia advertises in adventurous tabloids on the West Coast. It is clear that most–if not all–of her clients are men, at least before I met her. But I wanted to resolve some deep, nagging fantasies about bondage, and she agreed to take me on. I did pay her fee (which is very reasonable, by the way), and so she gave me a session. I will surely describe the many sessions we had if you wish, but one which we did recently was very powerful. ...

The view was once-in-a-lifetime, glimpse-of-heaven beautiful. Beneath the cool, spacious wooden-walled hut with its 360 degree balcony lay the deep green forest, undulating in all directions. The air was filled with a tropical hum. As she gazed out silently towards the horizon, she felt his hands encircle her waist from behind and he held her close, drinking in her scent and the damp, leafy aroma that arose from the sun-warmed trees far below. ...

(This material is intended for adults only. If you are a minor less than 18 years of age, or if adult/sexually oriented material is illegal where you live, do not read any further.) *BUZZ* *BUZZ* *BUZZ* I reached over and slammed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I popped my head up from my pillow and looked at the glowing red numbers: 6:45a.m. Another early start to another day of midterms. But then I smiled, and it was a reassuring smile at that. Today was the LAST day of midterms! I had a midterm at eight o’ clock for my Literature class, and then I was FREE! I immediately popped up in bed, nearly smashing my head into the ceiling, and proceeded to climb down my ladder. ...

*Here is part 2 as promised. Thank you for everyone who responded to part 1 so enthusiastically. It is always nice to get good reviews and good votes, so I encourage all of you to do both! As is with my stories, please don’t use them without permission. I’ve never told anybody who asked me that they couldn’t use them, but I consider asking permission to be a professional courtesy. I hope you all enjoy my stories! Happy reading! *grin* ...

The naked girl prepares herself in the playroom. First she fastens the cuffs above her elbows, and on her wrists and ankles. Each pair of cuffs can be clipped together by a strong, steel snap-lock fitted in between. The upper pair are also fitted with steel rings. She goes to the centre of the room. A strong rope hangs from a beam in the ceiling, and she pulls herself up to test its strength. It is firm; it will hold. ...

* Community Service by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental. Community Service by Zack Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She approached the counter that displayed expensive watches. ...

(story continues from Community Service)_ Marty walked to the door of the apartment and took out his cellphone. “Watch ’em, Mary. I’m going to call the client.” He stepped outside and closed the door. Alice struggled against the plastic handcuffs pinning her wrists behind her back. She kicked against the pair on her ankles, rolled onto her side and complained, “These cuffs are too tight. Take them off.” Mary picked up the riding crop recently used on her and moved next to Alice. “Shut up.” She hit Alice’s hip with the crop and smiled at Alice’s shriek of anger. ...

Component 1 Does anyone remember the Robot Men from DC Comics? And if you saw her once you could not have forgotten Tina, the Platinum robot. She was the first image that began this story. Trish had been to costume rental places all over town and none of them had what she was looking for. Even Trish was not sure what she wanted, she just knew that she hadn’t found it yet. The last place she had been to told her about this ‘Techno SurfaceWare’ place. As soon as she stepped inside, Trish knew. This was the place, here she would find that something special. For the party tonight she did not want any of the tired old costumes, tonight she was going to splurge. Upon entering she noticed chrome & plastic everywhere, metallic colors dominating everything. She had been told correctly, if it was techno and related to a person wearing it, this was the place. There were lycra bodysuits in silver, gold, bronze, and more. There were circuit boards and wire gizmos that could be attached to various parts of the human body. ...

The Story of an Actual Bondage Experience It’s late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual activities. It’s early in our relationship and we are still discovering each other’s preferences. We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and that he is the first person who has ever been able to understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He responds maybe that’s because most men believe that would hurt instead of please the woman, and I respond with, “Maybe that’s true, but sometimes pain can be a good thing.” He mulls that over, and I can’t actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore the significance of the statement and go on to other things. ...

While I worked alone in my office, I would occasionally fantasize about different ways of self-bondage. I was interested in a long-term bondage situation, and still remain mobile, but unable to escape my bondage. I would sometimes do some programming in a simple Basic language to manipulate data, or generate mock data sets. It was while I was using the random numbers generator one day that I noticed that it would generate the exact same sequence of random number every time. ...

I give Gromet permission to post my email address as it is written out here, within this story: linnndsay (with 3 “n”s) at hotmail dot com. I’m not giving a clickable link in order to reduce automated spam from trolling bots; I’m sure you all understand. My name is Lindsay, and I’m a submissive bondage-lover. Some of you might be familiar with me from the blog (“Bound + Loving It”) I used to update under the name of “ropedgirl.” I’m in my mid-20’s, and sort of your classical “English rose” of a girl, with very fair skin and brilliant red hair. Along with enormous fetishes for stockings and opera-length satin gloves, I’ve absolutely loved being bound and helpless in rope for almost as long as I can remember. The feel of the soft cotton or nylon against my skin, wrapped tightly around my wrists and legs, and holding me helpless in its grip… it always gets me extremely hot and bothered. As a young girl, I remember seeing ladies in movies and TV getting captured, bound and gagged by villains; tied to railroad tracks; etc., and the images excited me. I can’t explain why, but I wanted to experience that for myself. Thus began my life-long journey. ...