It was to be a long session. Mistress called me from work and told me to be ready to be well used. It had been a difficult day and she would be taking out her frustrations on me! Once the chores were finished I went up to her bedroom to prepare. First I loaded the CD player and set it to repeat to provide background music for my wait. Then I opened the Toy Box and began to prepare. ...

Usual copyrights apply, basically no reselling the piece (if I’m not making money from it, you shouldn’t be). Archiving only allowed on free sites (I know it won’t stop those who use newsgroups stories on pay sites, but those who read them will know they weren’t taken with permission). Enough of the silly stuff… the story! Visit my site at: http://annejet.pair.com/ Nicole’s voice shook with excitement, “Hurry, I can’t wait… do it now!” “Are you sure” Jason asked? Nicole scowled, “Yes, just cut the damn cards!” Jason shuffled the cards once again in his hands and then cut them, turning up the five of diamonds. His wife laughed and took the cards from him. As she cut the cards herself she smiled at him, then turned up the queen of hearts. “You’re sure those cards weren’t fixed,” he laughed. “We agreed didn’t we Jason? You pick the fantasy, but I control how it comes to pass. So, tell me, what is it going to be? How will we spend this Friday night?” ...

“Oops!” Connie said holding up the pair of emerald green panties. “Somebody lost something. How does that happen? How do you lose socks and find other people stuff in your wash?” She grinned and tossed the panties on the shelf. “Uh, those are mine.” Connie blinked at him. “Yours?” “Mm.” “Yours as in you have a thing for women’s panties? Sneak through back yards, pulling them off clotheslines?” “No. No, I wear them.” ...

(story continues from Dale - Work in progress) Dale V2.0 Dale fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. He had to pee, but didn’t dare. Dressed as he was he’d have to use the women’s room and he had an irrational fear that when they checked his ID and saw he was male, well, there’d be trouble. Last thing he wanted was a strip search by another guy. As if reading his mind Connie said, “What’s the matter?” ...

Louise drove quietly, following the instructions from the SatNav, the female voice directing her turn by turn. It was almost like submitting to the machine, she had thought when she first set off, which brought a smile to her face. In between getting her orders she wondered what the day might bring. Sally, her best friend, had been very secretive, saying only that she must come to a particular address by 10am and would experience something new and very special for the rest of the day. She had called it a “Damsel Day”. Louise was completely in the dark even now, and tried to imagine what was in store. Sally knew all about Louise’s preferences for bondage and had assisted her by severely binding and gagging on so many occasions. It could not just be another day or weekend all tied up as that would not be “new”. ...

(story continues from Damsel Day) Damsel Day – Part Two So Far: Louise is being transformed into a ponygirl for the day. She has long fantasised about this but now her friend Sally has organised a whole day outdoors for her to become Damsel the pony. The transformation is being done with the help of another lady Vanessa who has experience as a ponygirl owner and trainer. They have just about completed phase one, and Damsel is looking beautiful in her harnesses. But she is very uncomfortable and very scared. Sally has decided to allow her an opportunity to use her safe-signal… Part Two: ...

You can always tell a fantasy story, everything happens far too pat. This one is totally true, and a little unusual. Picture a main trunk road in rural England, single carriageway but fast, surrounded by hedges, trees and fields. There’s a wide grass verge each side of the road. I have found an ideal place where the road sweeps round in a long slow bend; on the outside of the bend and set back about ten feet from the road is a smooth round telegraph pole, carrying phone or power lines. There is a 5-bar wooden gate into a field nearby. ...

Thanks to the demands school made on her time, there had not been an adrenalin-rush adventure in Barbara Gwenn’s life in many a month. Six semesters of college had painstakingly demolished the twenty-two-year-old’s merry-go-round of fun parties and events, which had once been an integral and taken-for-granted part of her high school routine. Maintaining a B+or-better average had turned her schedule into a one-dimensional loop of under-whelming, energy-draining oh-hum-ness, from which she now desperately needed to escape. Given the few options available to Barbara’s perennially redlining contagion of self-imposed isolation, she decided to pick up on the first, out-of-the ordinary opportunity that presented itself to a vacant slot on her calendar. ...

(story continues from Damsel in Distress) Part Three Barbara could not accurately determine how long it had been since John’s latest revelation impacted her somewhat overwhelmed sensibilities. Both she and time were obviously on vacation, suspended, as it were, in a moment beyond time, beyond reason, in a reality she’d never contemplated or experienced before. ‘I feel like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web,’ she analogized after her third and fourth writhing frenzy drove her out to the brink of yet another impossible climax. ‘How long did he say?’ The ticking of a clock focused her audio awareness on a far corner. ‘If I could just get some friction somewhere.’ Stretching her legs brought both nipples to within a quarter inch of the silk sheets below. It was to this end that Barbara Gwenn manipulated herself until her trainer went off duty. ...

8 8 Dana’s Revenge Part 1 by Tweak “Dana, I’m sorry. But I don’t think that we should be together anymore.” “What, do you mean John? Are you breaking up with me?” “Dana, I just think it would be best for both of us if we spent time apart and saw other people. At least for a while.” “What the hell does that mean? What do you mean spend time apart and see other people?” ...

Lorelei was awakened by the sound of footsteps approaching the door to her cell. She had been here for some days, but she was no longer sure just how many. The cell, although clean and vermin free, did not have a window, so she could not count the passage of days and nights. She had slept four times, so it had to be somewhere between three and five days. At least the Dark Knight had some honour, she thought ruefully. Although treated with rough hands at the time of her capture, she had to admit that she tried to fight. She still wore her gown, although it was rather the worse for wear. Wrinkled, stained and torn, it definitely could not be considered modest. Especially considering the rip up the right side that stretched from her ankle to just below her ribs, revealing at least a finger’s breadth of the lace that hemmed her corset. ...

David’s Latex Submission by [email protected] Beth had finally had enough. Slowly rising on this particularly gloomy Friday morning, she decided that her husband David had neglected her for the last time. At one time, David had been an exciting companion to this energetic, tall brunette - and a marvelous lover. He was always trying out new ideas in the bedroom, wanting to please Beth as much or more as she was pleasing him. He always was attentive to Beth’s needs and wishes, both in and out of the bedroom. He used to be very affectionate, and a hopeless romantic - never anything too elaborate, but always giving Beth some trinket or kind gesture, even if it was only a big bear hug! ...

I am a self confessed PVC loving fanatic! There is a great company in the USA who have made me quite a nice collection of DDPVC clothing (macs, suits,etc) DDPVC = ‘double decker PVC’, this is spandex backed coated pvc, which is slightly stretchy. The garments are made in two layers, so you have both soft shiny pvc both inside and out…. the best of both worlds, a little bit heavier and longer lasting, so when I mention DDPVC you will now know what I mean! ...

Debbies Desire by R.S. Sherwood Debbie always desired the taste and the feel of latex. Debbie and her spouse David got into the latex scene in the mid 80’s. The two of them always enjoyed their latex sessions that they had when David was not traveling away on his job. Between the two of them they only had one daughter named Bonnie. Whenever they were having a session they had to do it late at night or when Bonnie was staying over night at a friend’s house. Debbie always is turned on more by the feeling of latex than what David was. ...

My name is Debbie and I am lying here thinking back to when it all started, when I was 8 and my brother John was 9 we used to play cowboys and Indians and I always loved to be the Indian because John would tie me to trees or hog tie me and make me stay that way for awhile. Sometimes he would spreadeagle me and tie me to stakes he would then put down into the ground so the pretend ants would get me. I really got into playing that part . ...

Part One Chapter 1 “Hi Sally, what can I do for you?” I answered my phone as I walked towards my car. “John, will you do something for me? A favour?” There was a slight, and unusual, hesitancy in her voice. “Of course. Anything.” I replied firmly. “Anything? Do you really mean that?” she asked. I hesitated a moment. “Anything legal, but yes, I really mean that.” “Good. Please drive down to parking area in the gardens and I’ll meet you there. Then I want you to do two things for me. No argument, no questions. Okay?” Her voice had its usual, decisive edge. ...

(story continues from Decompression) Part Two Chapter 2 “Morning beautiful” I kissed Sally on the end of her nose and then moved down to play with a nipple. “Mph. Is it morning? I can’t see a thi… Oh, yes.” A smile spread across her face. “Are you going to let me see your house?” Sally was still blindfolded from the night before. After our first love-making I had changed the scarf for a proper fleece-padded blindfold, suitable for long-term wear. I had also swopped the rope binding her wrists for locking padded leather cuffs connected with a fifteen centimetre chain. Still restrictive, but much more comfortable to sleep in, and the change had given me the opportunity to take off her blouse and bra. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 2) Part Three Chapter 3 I held Sally on my lap for a while after her orgasm had finished. She really was incredibly sensitive to clit stimulation. Eventually I put her on the floor and eased her onto her knees. Then I fetched the ankle cuffs I had originally sent her for, locked them on and connected her wrists to her ankles with a short chain. I folded a towel under her knees to protect them from the tile floor. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 3) Part Four Chapter 5 It took a long time before Sally moved from my lap. We talked. We talked about our fears and relationships, lessons and failures. Lots of intensely personal stuff, the sort of things that are only shared when a relationship is solidifying into something special, normally after about three months or more. I raised something that had been tickling away at the back of my mind. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 4) Part Five Chapter 7 I check in my mirror as I drive out of the parking garage and I see Johnny’s big dark blue Landrover Discovery following me. He’s a big car man; big man in every respect. Solid, dependable and generous and I am delightfully, deliriously, desperately in love with him. Me, on the other hand, I’m small, petite, and I love my little, bright yellow, Mazda MX5. I love driving my little car through the country-side. Top down, with a big silk scarf tied under my chin, Grace Kelly style, to cover my hair. Often I tie another silk scarf across my face, like the bikers do; big pair of sun-glasses to hide my eyes and I am off. I say it’s to protect my skin but really I love the feel of silk against my face. That and being hidden, anonymous. I just drive for miles and miles. The other thing I really love is wearing a blindfold. Not when driving, of course! ...