There is a legend in the back woods, if a young lady of “shall we say” modest appearance were to find a field of yellow and purple flowering weeds, and had the courage to roll around in them naked, she could change her destiny. To me it was just a fairy tale, but I didn’t grow up around here either. There was no proof of this other than the anecdotal evidence of a disproportionally high percentage of attractive and buxom ladies down south near our university, like the one my buddy was dating that danced in my dreams almost every night. Thin flannel shirt, cut off blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots, all topped off with a Stetson hat. ...

I have seen a lot of stories and photos of fetish parties. I thought I understood, but felt like I was missing out on something fun. They sound fun, go and show your true colors, while still being able to keep it a secret, if you choose. I began looking around, see if I could find a way to experience one. Nothing, just links to other sites. I did cross a couple bondage bars in my search, and decided that was the closest I would ever get. So I went to check that out. ...

(story continues from Fetish Party Night) I love my job at the bondage club, serving every night, and having my girlfriends meet me each night I worked. My boss, Mistress Alicia, loved how good I was at my job and how good I worked together with Kim at the bar. One of my long time usual guest was now my mistress, Courtney, and wanted me as her personal slave. We began dating after I was her slave boy at Alicia’s end of summer fetish party. I had declined her offer to be her permanent slave until after the Halloween party that was now next week. ...

* The Star Fleet Series Field Survey by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Part One The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above the only landmass on the third planet of star P314159264. Three young women entered the Captain’s office, and one said, “Junior Lieutenant Erig and Ensigns Mahoon and Regan reporting as ordered, Captain.” Captain Goda returned their salute. “At ease, ladies. I’ve summoned you because we have an important field survey pending, and since that unfortunate incident on the holodeck last night we’re now short-handed. I need three field surveyors and you are the only ones that have the necessary characteristics. I really dislike sending you out on such short notice but I have no choice. The ship has other commitments and we cannot remain here beyond our original departure date. Fortunately, this survey isn’t difficult or dangerous. I’ll give you a summary of what you’ll be doing, and if you need more details you can get them later from the net.” ...

(story continues from Field Survey)_ * The Star Fleet Series Field Survey by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Part Two A wagon pulled by two oxen entered Prison Farm Number Four. Two keepers in tan dresses sat on the seat and the back was filled with sacks of seed grain. Sonji sat on top of the sacks. She still wore the straps that the guardsman had put on her back at the jail, and a rope was tied around her neck with the free end held by one of the keepers. It was bothering Sonji to have her hands immobilized for so long, but she didn’t have any of the pain that she had experienced in Hodg’s wagon. ...

Note: For background,you may want to read Ultraprene’s other stories, “The Academy Museum” and “The Teleslave.” Acknowledgement: I thank Fnatasia and Jester for their generous help and suggestions. One day Elizabeth read in a fetish publication that the Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences was seeking volunteer subjects to test a new method of improving the female figure. Having visited the Academy Museum on a few occasions, she was aware of their excellent reputation and innovative projects. She thus phoned the Academy and was put in touch with John, the engineering Director and the Principal Investigator of the Figure project. He invited Elizabeth to visit the next day. ...

It was a hot spring day and I was walking around with my back pack on a short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. Inside my pack I had water, black bin liners, duct tape, and an extra pair of clothes. I was planning a day for myself to be quite interesting and had to come prepared for anything that could happen. My plan was to bag myself in someone’s trash and get discovered and see how they would react… this way I would know if they were willing to play or not…. ...

(story continues from Finding the Right Trash Mistress) Part 2 The last time was when the packer was taking me and the trash into the belly of the truck and the trash men were going about their day, to finish loading the truck to haul off to the land fill…. My newly found trash Mistress was so hot by the events that transpired she was wet between her legs for hours after. She decided that it was in her best interest to follow the truck to its destination, she had found in me the same thing that I had found in her, a playmate to discover just how power and control can effect someone. She loved to be in control and I loved being helpless to let her do what she wanted… ...

(story continues from Finding the Right Trash Mistress 2) Part 3 It was two weeks one day when I returned to her house. I was greeted by her at the door and she was stern with me! “I told you to return in two weeks! You are one day late! So you will have to endure one week of my punishment!” “I was not able to come yesterday for I was trying to get my work schedule aligned with our time and it was looking like I was not going to get the time needed yesterday!” I pleaded with her with no avail. “You will meet me by the garage naked, and I hope you brought all the supplies I requested on the list I put in your pack before you left!” she was looking stunning in her black yoga pants, and tight tank top. “I did grab all that you requested and have everything in a duffle bag in the car.” ...

(story continues from Finding the Right Trash Mistress 3) Part 4 I was now sitting in my Mistresses trash can covered in trash and she told me that I was going to be in here for a week. I was now very hot in the warm hot sun beaming down on the can which heated the trash around me. She had a few more helpful guests arrive and open the lid and dump in trash, to discover me sitting in filth. They like her turned and just emptied the trash atop of me and then returned the lid to closed each time replacing the lock which sealed me inside. I heard my Mistress talking, “He is no longer to be looked at as human, he is now trash and will become what he is at the end of the week. I am sure that we can place him in the compactor and then just dump the produce waste in and push the button. I will discuss what time when I talk to my friend at the store. She will have the bin picked up two days after we compact his ass which will give it the time to understand that I will not tolerate how I have had to change my plans due to it being late!” This was exciting, and I started to grow and had no way to touch myself due to my hands being attached to my ankles. I knew right then that she meant what she said, “You have made me change my plans which was a waste of my time!” I also knew that my can would be awful full at the end of the week. The week went by fast as the lid was opened and closed many times and more waste was put in with me. I heard my Mistress unlock the lid, “Today is garbage day!” as she smiled and turned her head due to the smell from inside my can. “I must tie off the top of the bags and place this can in my truck bed to take to the store. My friend has been gracious enough to place my trash in her compactor at work. All sorts of wet waste and stuff gets packed in there and I will not have to worry about my trash anymore!” “My friend has seen what trash you are and she has saved lots of good bags of stuff to make the experience more like what happens to trash. I will be able to fill the hopper right up and then push the button to watch as it pushes the trash flat inside the bin, reload the hopper again and watch as my trash disappears!” ...

It was a dark and cold night when my cousin Nancy called me and told me to meet her at the new factory downtown for one of her little investigations. Ever since we were kids Nancy always had the tendency to drag me into her weird troublesome adventures and I knew tonight would be no different. So around eleven I arrived in my bathrobe as she suggested and was huddling for warmth as it felt like my long red hair was slowly turning into an overgrown icicle. It wasn’t long until I saw the naked form of my beautiful cousin waving to me from the other side of the fence. With a sigh I dropped my robe in the bushes where I was hiding revealing my rather large bust and shapely body to the full extent of the cold. With my teeth chattering I sprinted into the factory to try and warm up as soon as possible. I entered the dimly lit factory and started walking around very cautiously while searching for Nancy. It wasn’t until I heard the cry of “Hey Sammy, up here!” that I looked up to see her hanging from a mechanical arm and swinging back and forth. I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her for being her normal fun loving self. ...

Part One I had always wanted to go back to my old school. I went to an old English public school, which in real language meant private school, and for boys only. Unlike many kids I had a happy time there. I just wanted to walk the old dusty corridors and let the memories drift back. It was a big barn of a place with creaky floors and rattling windows set in some 10 acres. There was a playground and playing fields and a gym that doubled as a theatre occasionally. There were several dormitories on the upper floors, ranging from twelve beds down to three beds for the senior boys. On the main floor there were several classrooms, a sanatorium, kitchen and a large dining hall with huge oak tables. ...

Part Ten At the end of the meal we dispersed, the girls and the prefects to their various dormitories to change. Miss Broad had earlier talked of the afternoon’s “activities” and everyone was to participate. I had an idea what their “activities” may be but kept quiet; nothing, absolutely nothing surprised me about this place any more. Sarah, Emma and I returned to Emma’s room, and sat dutifully on the side of the bed as Emma began to collect our clothes for the afternoon. My backside still stung a bit but the cool rubber of the sheet helped assuage it. Our clothes were to be identical. Emma said. ...

Part Two I slept quite fitfully through the night, visions of Sarah being forced into rubber and beaten continually passing through my mind. I left a crack at either end of the roller doors, one to look out onto Sarah’s room and the either presumably to another dormitory. I was awoken by ringing bells and lights coming on; and the door at the other end opened and I could see ten beds, five each in a line. The girls were rousing themselves. The prefect who had opened the door was already dressed in her uniform. At the end of the room was a row of sinks and the girls one by one were filling hot water bottles they had got from their bedside cabinets. I found it odd that they were filling them and not emptying them, and then I saw them putting liquid soap from the dispenser into the bottles. This was done in complete silence; clearly this was a routine that they had been through before. They were still dressed in their pyjamas and now stood to attention by their beds holding their bottles. The prefect returned with a tray of rubber tubes and it was then that I figured out that the girls were going to be given a mass enema! ...

Part Three We walked back in procession to the main hall. Miss Broad led, jauntily whacking her thigh with her whip. Emma followed, swaggering in front of me, turning round and admiring her handiwork, and I followed, tethered at the waist to her wrist, tottering still on my three-inch heels, my rubber sheathed legs tethered by a 14 inch chain. But I did feel as if I was getting more used to the heels, slowly, and was beginning to swing my hips a bit, the flared skirt whirling around my thighs. ...

Part Four It was a strange sensation as I left the gym, surrounded by six very attractive young women and two prefects, all in latex. They made me the centre of attention and I was first embarrassed but then began to take pleasure that they should show so much interest. We walked languorously back in the now strong sun. I noticed almost at once the girls who had been beaten in wrestling or by the cane showed no animosity to the other three, although they didn’t know precisely who had beaten whom. With the prefects they were fairly cool; they knew the power they wielded and were keen not to transgress any lines. Emma was happy and at ease, proud of her little plaything (me). We passed the old schoolyard where the two girls I had seen earlier in tennis whites had finished and now joined us, so we were now a group of eleven and quite a jolly group. We arrived at the showers and toilets and without warning we all went inside. I hesitated at the door but Emma said. ...

Part Five We must have drifted off to sleep for a while but I awoke with Sarah’s whispering in my ear, her tender cheek resting against mine. “Turn over,” she said, “turn over.” In my half sleep I turned over the tight collar of the rubber bag we were locked in stretched and adjusted as I twisted round. Still half asleep I wondered what she was playing with behind me. She started to slip on top of me and my head is pressed into the rubber pillow. I felt her weight on top of me and she gently took my wrists and then cross them behind my back and grip them firmly. ...

Part Six I pulled the car in front of the gym and was delighted to see Sarah and her new “friends” emerge from their ballet class. I looked at Amanda, my new minder, and she smiled and nodded. I gave her my cape and approached Sarah, who saw me and gave me a sly grin. “I was hoping you were going to accompany me in my exercises.” “I would have loved to but….I was unavoidably detained on another exercise.” Amanda grinned and Sarah got the message. She was now wearing standard issue rubber panties, blouse, tunic with short flared skirt, gloves, stockings and high heels. ...

Part Seven The early afternoon drifted on very pleasantly. After all the exertions of the morning, the subjugation, transformation and transporting of Peter (as Petra) and the strenuous bondage class, I was happy to watch the latex making class. The two prefects in charge were very skilled, and gave methodical instructions in the thickness and quality of the latex sheeting, how to cut it and then in great detail how to stitch and glue. I didn’t expect the pupils to take such an interest in all this but they showed great enthusiasm in the selection of colours, for there were the colours of the rainbow available, and in the designs. It was clear that the school had quite an industry here; not only did they seem to make all their own clothes but had quite a manufacturing industry on the side, no doubt quite lucrative. I got the sense that the “factory” was in operation most days, turning out the most exotic, sexy garments, as well as some apparel to place the poor victim in the most serious bondage! After a time Emma, still sitting quietly next to me, placed her hand gently on my thigh and whispered. ...

Part Eight After the endeavours of the afternoon and evening I was hungry and very tired. I went to the dining room and it was empty. I passed into the kitchen and it too was empty but I helped myself to some fruit and a glass of milk and sat down on my own in the dining room. I felt a bit lonely, I had to admit, after all the excitement of the day. I was hot, sweaty and I needed a shower and some sleep. But just then a voice cheered me up. ...