Well the bank Holiday was over, back to work you go. You’re part of the maintenance team tasked with restarting a huge laundry factory. The factory washes all the linen for all the hotels in the state. And as a result constantly needed maintenance every bank oliday. You are one of very few people that worked here. The factory was practically fully automatic besides maintenance and delivering and shipping the laundry. You and your colleagues were just finishing up in the control booth. A tall man named Steven was working away at one of the control panels. “Ok just need to wait another 3 minutes and everything should be back up and running.” said Steven. “Do me a favour and go put the kettle on ready for our break.” he called to you. You did as he asked, also wanting a cup of tea at breaktime. As you’re walking along the catwalk out of the booth, you don’t notice that the cleaner had spilt some soapy water on the catwalk right where it bared left around a corner. ‘Click clack click clack slip ooofff’ As you walked along you went to round the corner and slipped over, sliding on your backside. Straight underneath the handrail and landing in one of the hoppers where the laundry is dumped in off the trucks. Luckily for you the hopper was partly full of linen already. However the reason for it being partly full was because a truck had just pulled in and was now dumping its load straight into the hopper. And you are now buried under the dirty covers and blankets. Meanwhile in the control room, “Righty ho last 10 seconds and we’re good to go!” 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… “ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE” Suddenly you feel yourself jerked forward, the hopper is moving along a track over to the specific wash area. As you fumble around trying to dig yourself out of the linen, you only manage dig yourself to the bottom of the pile, whilst also getting yourself more tangled up. As the hopper rolls up above one of the many automated sorting systems, you hear a loud clang as it’s held in place by magnets. Suddenly the bottom of the hopper drops out from underneath you, as you and the laundry tumble onto a large wide conveyor belt, as it begins to move forward. As soon as the laundry hit the belt, multiple robotic arms were whizzing over them, sorting all the laundry into various smaller shoots. As one of the arms grabs your legs, lifting you up more quickly to pull off the laundry you’re tangled in, but then they also pull off all of your clothes, throwing them down different shoots. Once you had been stripped naked. you are dropped head first down a shoot labeled “single bed sheets” You land head first into a giant bubbling vat of laundry detergent and other bed sheets. As you pop up for a gasp of air, you see that it isn’t just the vat you’ve got to worry about. Now being lowered into the vat, was what could only be described as a giant wash board. Not only that but it had two drum brushes just as big. They looked like they belonged in a car wash let alone a laundry. Now more arms dropped down into the water, fishing out piece after piece of laundry dropping them on the wobbly wash board, as they were rubbed and brushed into a soapy pile. Suddenly one of the arms plucks you out, dropping you down onto the wash board right as the drum brushes were on the way up. You are caughtt between them, bumpy aluminium on your back and drum brushes on your front, as they went from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head, making sure to scrub everything in between. After being scrubbed all over by the brushes, you are dropped onto another conveyor, and pulled forward under a small camera above the conveyor. Up ahead you can see an arm grabbing random bits of laundry and dropping them onto tables of to the sides of the belt. But oddly enough the arm was only grabbing certain ones. Then one of the sheets in front of you was grabbed and you could see it had a big splash of red wine staining the front of it. Then the arm reaches down grabbing you by the arm and dropping you front side up on the table. No sooner than you were on the table, a shower head above you dropped down just above your neather regions - Squirt! Splat! The shower head had just sprayed your neathers with a huge dollop of stain remover. Now it popped back up to the ceiling and a large rotary brush popped up from the side, spun up to speed and quickly began scrubbing your neathers with its soft nylon bristles. The brush continued to scrub away at your niethers, bring you closer and closer to the edge, the stain remover now becoming a thick bubbly froth. But just as you’re about to cum, the brush lifts up and disappears back where it came from. The shower head drops back down rinsing you off with a bit of water. Mostly to get rid of the frothing bubbles, now your dropped back onto the belt. You’re whisked forward and dropped into another vat, this time filled with water wit a large agitator in the middle. It sloshes you and the other sheets around rinsing you off, before you see a big barrel is dumped over the side of the vat into the water, you see it’s dumping fabric softener into the vat with you. The agitator making light work mixing the softener furiously into the vat. As your sloshed around for another few minutes, before more arm’s reach in and fish you out along with the rest of the laundry as they drop you onto another belt. The belt now ran through a drying chamber where you’re blown from all angles by giant heated fans. By the time you reached the end you were bone dry and your hair was a complete mess. The conveyor continued for a bit longer before more arms reached down and placed the laundry into a large clam shell press. But this wasn’t no ordinary press, this one was designed to both iron out any wrinkles and to also seal the pressed laundry into a plastic bag ready for shipping. As you are picked up and spread out on the clamshell, you’re quickly squeezed between the two parts as you are sprayed with steam. ...

This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. Part 1 Take a look into one woman’s life in the not so distant future. This story is based on what has not yet, become a true story. ...

This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. (also appears Machine stories) Part 1 Take a look into one woman’s life in the not so distant future. This story is based on what has not yet, become a true story. ...

(story continues from Making a New Friend) This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. Part 2 Cashing out on most every asset she had, Wendy purchased the largest non incorporated electronics manufacturing company she could find. She hired many graduates from her classes at the university to staff it. The refit of the plant to serve her needs, drained most all her funds. The risk of this venture was great and she could easily bring in investors, but she wanted total control of her vision. ...

(story continues from Making a New Friend) This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. (also appears machine stories) Part 2 Cashing out on most every asset she had, Wendy purchased the largest non incorporated electronics manufacturing company she could find. She hired many graduates from her classes at the university to staff it. The refit of the plant to serve her needs, drained most all her funds. The risk of this venture was great and she could easily bring in investors, but she wanted total control of her vision. ...

(story continues from Making a New Friend) This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. Part 3 Much to Wendy’s relief, Elaine allowed life to go on pretty much as normal, outside of the house anyway. When they were home it was a completely different story. Strict rules had been laid down for Wendy. Immediately upon arrival at the house, she was to strip naked, install the full harness ball gag and stand in the corner of the living room. There she would have to stand, fingers interlaced behind her back, staring at the corner where the walls met the floor. She was to take this pose and wait, Until Elaine told her to do otherwise. She was not allowed to wear clothes unless instructed to do so. The list went on. Wendy occasionally missed the freedom to come home and relax after a hard day, but she was happier with her life than she had ever been. ...

Jerry and Anne had just collapsed in a sweaty heap after a torrid wango tango session. Now it was time for a little pillow talk, once they both caught their breath. “Damn Annie, one of these days you’re going to give me a freaking heart attack!!”, he gasped. “I try my best to please”, she cooed sweetly. “You know, Jerry, as great as sex always is for us, we never really try anything kinky. I’ve been wondering, do you have any secret sexual fantasies that I could help make come true for you? Every other guy I’ve ever known has had some sort of “thing” that I could use to drive him crazy. What’s your “thing” Jerry? Tell me and I promise to make it worth your while.” ...

Chapter One Tyra’s Ten-Tight Fix What insomniac muse shook me from a sound sleep to record this well-worn recollection? Could the importance of the task be that timely that it had to rudely end a dream wherein I was delaying sensual gratification to a certain, very well built, young woman? What possible urgency could the imposition serve before the morning boot-up? Was it a sign unto the highly unlikely reappearance of some cutting edge damsel into my then, poor excuse for a life called homework? Or had something I didn’t know yet happen, and this was just my autonomic radar insisting I tune into an incoming blip before it, she, whatever beat me to the punch? Or was it flow-like, or something simultaneous? I hoped for both. ...

(story continues from Manhattan Bound) Part Two - Lilliana’s Pleasure We’d been keeping a very discreet eye on her since Bob engaged Lilliana as his personal chauffeur. A paper trail, leading back to her birth certificate, dated December 20, 1969, suggested a restless, inquisitive nature was primarily responsible for the checkered past she’d so carefully sown together since leaving home and school in the summer of ’89. But what intrigued us most about Lilliana was her driving curiosity and perpetual need to know more about successful people, and how they got that way. ...

I had been reading these trash stories for some time. Basically they all were made up of the same thing. Either someone put them in with the rubbish or they had tied themselves up in a rubbish bag and had been put out by their partner or friend. The other point of view was that they had put their rubbish bins out and had been taken away by the dustmen. There were a few stories where they had been tormented and didn’t know if they would be left or would be rescued. ...

Hi Gromet I thought I’d drop you a line and tell you about a little session my girlfriend Maria and I had recently. From time to time, Maria will help me out with research for my stories by volunteering to test certain bondage situations. She doesn’t test every one (Wow! That would be great!) but she will help me out when I need her input as to what a certain bondage feels like. I couldn’t tell you the number of times that a bondage situation I had created for my characters had been changed or simply eliminated due to this research. ...

I promised you another scene between me and Maria, and I think you will find this one entertaining, as it has a definite Mummy theme. It didn’t start out that way though. It started out with dinner. Maria and I went out celebrating her moving in with me, a big step for both of us. It signals a new point in our relationship, one that I hope will last for a long time. ...

Authors note: Because there are so, so, so, so seldom any stories about mannequins, or at least mannequins that get taken apart and played with. Since there seems to be a lack of those stories I decided to write my own. I had the Idea to this story quite some time ago. And I finally got it done. Well at least the first part - sitting in front of a blinking cursor on a white screen is a very hard exercise. Even though this is only an introduction to the two main characters with some explicit action of course, I also want to know what happens next. So be asured that there will be several more parts coming soon. ...

(story continues from Marked Mannequins)_ Part Two Leyla and I had quite some fun together within the last three years. After we discovered what kind of markers I got at the auction we wanted to use them as often as we could on one another. The first day we played with the markers she made me into a mannequin and let me stand in our bedroom for the whole weekend. She took some pictures and showed me what kind of things she had done. There were pictures of me completely disembodied. And my body parts laying everywhere in the room. There was my head next to the mirror wearing that straw hat I love so much. My bust displayed a bra of mine on the night table. One of my legs had a nice colorful knee high stocking on display, while the other just lay next to it. And a sexy g-string was displayed by my ass in the living room next to the TV. My hands were no where on that pictures. But I didn’t need any pictures to know what she did with them. I can still feel her breasts and pussy. ...

Mary Jenkins glanced around as she entered the mess hall, then nodded her satisfaction. It was time for the midday meal, and her crew was already there waiting for her. All but one, and it was this one omission that led to her satisfaction. It was bad enough that she’d been sent to this god-forsaken place to do her research. A small outpost deep in the wastes of northern Alaska was far from her first choice, but the government people pulling the strings had decided that her work was important enough to be kept secret. In a way, she could understand that, but did they have to saddle her with a freak as well? ...

(story continues from Mary’s Revelation)_ Part Two Mary Jenkins roses from her chair with a soft sigh. “I’ll be in my quarters if I’m needed,” she told her small crew. In her quarters, Mary settled herself into her comfortable chair. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, trying also not to think about something that had been on her mind all too much these past two days. It was as if she could still feel his hand clasping her wrists, his other hand covering her mouth. The sheer helplessness of those moments still resonated strongly in her, even now, causing a twinge in parts of her she refused to accept. ...

(story continues from Mary’s Revelation 2)_ Part Three “What’s so funny?” Mary Jenkins had just finished relating the story of her humiliation in college, and now the sight of a slight smile on Brian Parks’ face brought the beginnings of an angry flush to her face. If he thought her story was in some way funny……. “What? Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I promise.” “Then why were you smiling?” “Actually, I was enjoying a mental image of you in just your garter belt and stockings. A very nice image, I might add.” ...

Care should be taken with the use of Candles as described in this story due to the fire hazard! Also the depiction of the type of self bondage used is intended for it’s fantasy element and should not be used as it may cause injury or black outs/fainting. Mary was into bondage, allright! She hadn’t yet been tied-up by a master, but she used to practice self-bondage from time to time. Mary was 23 years old, single, blond, with firm and big tits, and a hot voluptuous body. She was very proud of it. She had been interested in bondage for many years, but hadn’t shared her kinky secrets with anybody, because she was afraid to end up with the wrong guy. She was now ready for 3 hours of strict selfbondage. ...

Steve had been with the Corporation as a research lab technician for 10 years. Day in and day out he had travelled the long elevator ride down into the ground and gone through the same procedure everyday. As a practical man you would have thought this was enough, to eat at the same table for breakfast, to put on his standard coveralls and lab coat of white plain cotton and to see his name tag on the left pocket. Picking up his briefcase and making the small walk to check in with the military police and waiting for the lift to take him downstairs. For the most part of ten years he had worked alone, if he had needed help he could always call on the others who worked on one of the levels around him, but for the most part Steve liked to work alone, he played his music, talked to the computer recording his notes on failed experiments and those successful ones that had got him his own lab. But lately he was not getting the new assignments, he was picking up castaway projects that had failed or to his displeasure held no real interest. But Steve was a basic scientists and he did what the Corporation told him to do. So when six months ago, he got a new project he was surprised to see new faces at the table, two of his colleagues had left, and a stunning new girl sat opposite him at the large glass table. In front of him was the usual white legal size folder, marked TOP SECRET, he thought to himself, possible a remote control rabbit I be making this time. As he listened to the director droning on about profits and losses, Steve couldn’t help but look at Doris, she was stunning about 5 ft 100 lbs or so, even in basic work attire she had a body that was fantastic. The meeting ended and off they all went to their labs, as Steve walked into his lab he spoke to his computer, music, and the CD player started, random songs would play. He went to his work bench and broke the envelope open. Liquid latex, for the use in chemical warfare, design a suit that is rigid and flexible, see box 1a for samples, see lab kit 17c for failed chemical analysis…… Steve read on and on, as he read he carried the package with him and opened the boxes. After three days of reading the brief Steve had set up his lab for this project, a 10 by 10 unit had been set up with a bench for experiments, another he had put the failed rubber latex materials and he had set about logging everything, basic practical and very routine So as the project progress his reports to his Manager where similar to those who had failed, chemical not willing to expand, chemical breaks down at high temperature, chemical falls apart, etc. etc. Steve was getting discouraged when one day when he was wearing his long lab latex gloves near a boiling pot of latex he fell asleep, he must have knocked over the chemicals by his arms, he woke with a scream of pain, the latex had been spilled into chemicals and was now on his gloved had, the pain was intense. Knowing he could not peel off the latex, he ran to the fit aid kit and fire extinguisher, with on hand he unzapped the bottle and sprayed white foam on to his hand. The pain stopped, he towelled off his arm and with a worried expression, pulled off the glove. To his surprise two things happened the glove came off with no problem, but his arm and hand were not burned. At first Steve was more concerned about damage to his hands to notice the glove that had come off his hand. After ten minutes and a drink of water Steve sat down and looked at his damage work table, better clean this mess up, he went first to get the latex glove, as he picked it up it felt light and flexible the latex had changed colour to a dark metallic grey colour. Steve put the glove on and pull it tight was it his imagination or did this material now cover more of his arm, he continued to pull and it was up to his armpit. This is great, he ran over to the bench and quickly gathered what now was a large amount of latex material into a container. In his excitement Steve did not forget, yes my computer, he started talking to the computer and found out the experiment had been recorded, yes Steve was thinking, he read out loud the chemicals that had been in the jars. After what seemed hours he stopped, he pulled off the glove and the latex went back into a small glove. It was now 5:00 am, so Steve decided it was time to take a nap, he went over to the bed in one end of the lab and was quickly asleep dreaming about his new discovery. The Test Steve was up by 2:00 p.m. he quickly showered and towelled off he was used to the no public body hair that was removed every time he took a shower. He was in such a rush to get back to work he just pulled on a pair of briefs and a lab coat. Putting up the liquid latex, he noticed it still had it liquid form, he shock the container and said out loud " Its almost like molding something, so far the material has shown a great deal of promise it can stretch and move, but how does it hold up to retaining its shape. Steve decided to try something, running to the wardrobe area he found one of the failed materials it was a rubber drivers outfit. Steve set the liquid on the burner and started to heat it up as he got into the drivers outfit, having thrown off his briefs. Now Steve was no spring chicken but at 36 he had a hard body, no fat, his 5 10’ frame was solid, he slipped the suit on, thinking he could have used a size a bit bigger. He pulled on the diving shoes and the divers rubber open faced mask and gloves. Taking the rubber compound he stepped into a large floor container that was about up to his thighs, he poured the latex over his back and front, the heat was intense again, but the rubber suit was thicker then his old glove so he did not feel like he was burning. As he poured he spoke, material appears to be coating itself to rubber dive suit, its travelling along my back, I am hoping that it covers my whole suit “……his words fell silent as he spoke he watched as the liquid started covering his body, it started to move up and around and join in with other latex streams, when he had stopped pouring the liquid kept moving, covering even his diving hood. Steve started again, " the liquid appears to be molding to my body” as he spoke those words, the suit tighten, at first it was a brief strain, but then it stopped. Steve felt the suit it had dried, but was still flexible, he was like a Greek god, he noticed that there appeared to be no difference between the liquid and the diving suit. As he sat down to make sure his notes had all this detail, he started getting excited and he started getting hard. He looked down to see his cock was now pointing out but was covered in latex. But that can t be Steve thought the diving suit didn’t have that type of sheath on it. He could see his latex encased balls, he then noticed how tight the suit was, he stood up and looked in the mirror and watched how the suit was formed around his butt, a dirty thought came into his head and not use to not speaking out loud he said wow I wonder what a butt plug would feel like in this material. Steve felt and then watched as the liquid latex formed up and slowly entered his butt, oh my he moaned as the liquid latex first filled and then became hard inside of his ass. Steve was turned on but was determined to keep his thoughts, As he spoke out loud he stared working on his second batch of liquid, he added a different colour to the mix and soon had a bright jade colour material. Steve thoughts turned to getting his own suit off. He spoke out loud, I wish I could remove my suit, and as if by magic, the suit pulled away from his body. Steve spoke again, suit back on, and within seconds he was in cased in latex. For hours he spoke different instructions to the latex and it did as he commanded. He had to know something. Making sure he was dressed normal, he had the latex pull away from his hands and feet . He was now dressed in a lab coat, he called Doris and asked if she could come to his lab. A few minutes later Doris arrived, she smiled and said " its nice to see a face once in awhile " Steve smiled back and asked Doris if she would mind helping him with an experiment. Doris said not a problem Steve explained that he wanted her to just talk to the liquid in the bucket to see if it would respond to her voice. Doris started talking the liquid did not move. Steve looked disappointed Doris said don t worry maybe if we tried something different. Steve showed Doris the glove and explained that he had coated it with material that seemed to adhere itself to the glove. Doris suggested he try it again, Steve agreed, that it would be easier if she became the test subject and he would run the experiment. Doris seemed to just want company so Steve walked her over to the wardrobe and handed her a diving suit. Doris went and changed, Steve yelled make sure you remove all your clothes I would like the experiment to be a close to the original as possible. " No problem Steve " Minutes later she came out the suit was tight and her body was even now more revealed by the skin tight material. Steve helped her with the diving hood. With gloves and diving shoes on she stepped into the container that Steve had stood in the day before. While Doris had changed Steve had got the liquid ready for applying.. Doris was standing ready. Steve warned her about the heat but it would not harm her through the rubber diving suit. A little nervous smile crossed her face, I trust you Steve. With that Steve poured the liquid onto her back and chest Doris tensed up, oh it is hot, Steve spoke, cover her body, the liquid latex, flowed around her breasts, and around her pussy, the rubber diving suit was completed covered in shinny jade latex, even Doris noticed the latex was moving by itself " Steve what have you made here " Doris asked in wonder, Doris nipples started to show through the latex, Steve knew that the latex was doing the same thing his had done. " Cover the head, leave the face open " the liquid latex flowed up Doris body and attached itself to her hood, in seconds she was a perfect jade outfit of latex. Steve spoke again, " liquid tighten " Doris groaned for a second and then the suit was perfectly fitted to her body, her breast and nipples showed, her curves where more defined. Her butt was nicely rounded. " So what do you think " Steve was beside himself with pride and he could not help but lust after Doris, and she seemed to be getting excited by the outfit. " Its so flexible and light, and it fits like a dream “, Doris must have noticed herself in the mirror because she became aware of how she looked, she tried to cover up. But her gloved hands could not be in all places at once. Steve spoke as he took off his shoes and jacket,” Latex on “, and soon he was encased in latex again only his face was still showing. " I have found that the latex responds to my voice, I want you to wear yours for a day or so and try and talk to it and see if it responds to your voice and thoughts.” Doris looked a bit confused and taken back, " but I can’t go around wearing this " “Oh I see what you mean, latex off feet and hands and head, " Her latex removed itself from her body parts. " Is that better?” " Oh yes " Doris was starring at herself in the mirror, running her now gloveless hands over the latex liquid body suit. " It can do other things you know" Steve sort of hinted at. ...

Meddling With Mandy by Anne Gray Chapter 1 – “A Kidnapping Simplified” This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone or promote any activity that is not entirely consensual! I waited, watching closely as Mandy’s chest rose, straining against the multiple restraints, to inhale air through the hollow nostril tubes. As soon as I judged her lungs were as full as they were going to get I abruptly hit the computer key that activated the program and closed the air intake of the gas mask clamped over her face. ...