Part One Chapter 1 Ms Westbury sat at her large desk set in the bay window looking out over the garden. Light fell on the face of her visitor. “So, Ms Sinclair, why are you applying for this position?” Cecilia looked down at her hands when she replied. “Well, Ms Westbury, I think that I would be very good at it.” Ms Westbury gave a slight cough, as much as to say, ‘perhaps’, and stared at her. Cecilia met her gaze for a moment, before looking down again. ...

(story continues from Ms Westbury’s Niece) Part Two: Secrets Chapter 4 The house was large, even rambling. Cecilia judged that it must have been built in the early years of the twentieth or late nineteenth century. ‘Before the first World war, when they had loads of servants to keep it all in order’, she thought as she ran over in her mind the long list of jobs that she needed to do before Ms Westbury arrived home. ...

(story continues from Ms Westbury’s Niece 2: Secrets) Part Three: France Chapter 7 For the next few days the letter played on Ms Westbury’s mind. She was usually grumpy and Cecilia, redoubling her efforts to do everything to perfection, studiously avoided the subject. Eventually it got too much for her. Taking morning coffee to the study she noticed the letter was again on the desk. Ms Westbury had pushed back her chair and was staring up at the ceiling wrapped in thought. Cecilia put down the tray and began to pour. Ms Westbury came back from her reveries. ...

First written September 10, 2000. A scene within a relationship prior to my beloved butterfly. This is still one of my favourite activities. Works up a sweat for top and bottom! Tools/Materials used: A small roll to use for the head wrapping. A huge roll of saran wrap from a hardware superstore. Red duct tape. Paramedic scissors purchased at a health supply store. Two tennis balls. (These balls are too big, smaller tension balls where the fingers cover would probably be better or nothing at all) A fruit juice bottle. (In hindsight, should use sport bottle with straw) Ice ...

Here is something I worte do not know if it is any good or not and you can post if you think it is worthy…. You can use my email address so others can tell me if it is also… But i do not think that it is too bad for my first crack at it. Let me know. Ramitnow. ==***== My girlfriend and I were getting ready for bed one night. I was just getting in the shower when she told me to make sure that I shaved. I thought that this was odd but oh well. I took my shower and dried off and climbed naked into bed with her. ...

For this story, I decided to try something a little different. I’ve combined two of my favorite fantasies together for this story. Mummification and Vore. For those of you who don’t know what vore is, it is a fantasy about being eaten alive, or watching someone (or something) else being eaten alive by another creature or being. It’s a fairly uncommon fantasy, so if it doesn’t appeal to you, you won’t get much out of this story. And for your knowledge, there is no blood or graphic violence in this story (OK, maybe a little blood, but in a non-violent way, and some references to digestion while still alive). The setting is a husband who wants to get rid of his wife, and has come up with an interesting way of doing so. ...

Some ideas in this story come from Brett Wade, who e-mailed them to me, and are being used here. Be warned that this story contains vore (people being eaten alive), in a non-violent manner (no blood). You’ve been warned! Part 1 “Honey, I’m hungry.” Sala’s husband put her book down and looked at her curiously. “Really? You just ate a month ago.” A mischievous smile crept onto Sala’s face. “Yes, I know. But this one…” She rubbed her smooth and cool belly “…is all done. I’m feeling up for more meat.” ...

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten 2.1) Some ideas in this story come from Brett Wade, who e-mailed them to me, and are being used here. Be warned that this story contains vore (people being eaten alive), in a non-violent manner (no blood). You’ve been warned! Part 2 For Sala and Ralph, the night was full of pleasure and happiness as the two shared their love for each other. For Alex and Samantha, the night was one of terror, of breathing through tubes, struggling to overcome the panic that gripped them. With no references for time, it ceased to exist. ...

Another Mummified and eaten story. This one features one of my favorite animals, orcas (who I find to be incredibly sexy animals). Luckily for those who don’t like grim endings, this one does not feature any fatal eating. How so? Read on. There’s no grim stuff in this one. No deaths, no blood, just affection and care. Mummified and Eaten: Orca snack By Darkraptor11 It was a great life she had. ...

His name was Vandervecken, and he was a stickler for security and for many reasons. Some were obvious, some were not. He had spent the afternoon as he had spent every Friday afternoon for the last three months getting really stoned and having sex with his secretary, Kathleen. Kathy was a temp, and he didn’t trust her at all. He was in his fifties, and she was just in her twenties. She came onto him right away when the temp agency sent her over. She wore super high shoes and super short skirts and made sure he got a glimpse of her garter belt on occasion, and finally she just asked him for sex. ...

I friend from the alt.discuss. news group I frequent posted this. She (call her Anita ) gave me premission to send this to you to use. Could you please post it on your site. She is a relitive newbie and does not want to be flooded with e-mails. But for a newbie I think she did quite well. Mummy scene report For quite some time I have had a fantasy of being mummified. Not having a Dom, and being too chicken to do it to myself, I enlisted (begged) the help of a good and trusted semi-kinky nilla friend. While he is not into bdsm, he has several fetishes of his own and is very kink friendly. He is someone that I trust with my life. Don’t think I could have done this without knowing and trusting the wrapper well. This is how it went: ...

Hi Gromet. First, I want to say what a great site you have. I have been logging on from time to time and have spent several hours perusing the wealth of information you have made available to us. It has to be one of the best free sites I have ever seen, and that isn’t just because you feature some of my writing (grin). Maria also enjoys your site, and agreed to let me tell you about a bondage session we had on Tuesday evening. It involves something you evidently like a lot, mummification. If you want to post it, feel free to do so. ...

Dominique and Phoebe were archaeologists students at the nearby College Dominique do you want to go to the next exhibit tonight at the Museum? Sure Phoebe, What time? It is a late showing at Midnight. So Off they go. After a half, an hour there exploring the Tomb set up. Dominique says this is lame Let’s go home, Phoebe, AW come on just a little longer. Ok, what’s that over there. Wow, it is the symbol for the Mummifiers of the Sun God RA. Go ahead and push it, Dominique. Ow, it pricked me. your OK? Yea Phoebe. A moment later the Tomb wall opened up. Wow, the girls just had to look. Dominique you Ok you have a glassy-eyed look. Call me Goddess Dominique. No screams Phoebe, Phoebe wakes up naked lying on the altar to await her fate. Phoebe screams Dominique. Call me Goddess, Slave. Snap out of it. this is not real. Oh, but I assure you, it is Slave. and if you don’t obey me. You will be punished. I’ll never obey. Let me loose Dominique. So be it guards prepare her for punishment. with that, a beautiful female dress in a very loose fitting toga comes over to poor Phoebe. and presses a rag with a foul order to it. she passes out. Phoebe awakes again in a different chamber, she looks around to see in the torch lit room all sort of devices for torture, a rack in the middle of the room, tieing posts, spiked chair, chains, and shackles hang everywhere, and then there is Phoebe’s predicament. Phoebe is tied to a big water wheel. Her hands are lashed over her head, a rope is wrapped around her elbows very tight. a very tight waist rope wrapped around three times, and finally her ankles, and knees too. Phoebe thought this was overkill but then realized why so many ropes, the water wheel was over four feet of a deep pool of water when she was turned upside Phoebe would be under water. Well, Slave, will you obey. No never Dominique. Please wake up. Turn her!! Poor Phoebe. around and around she went only to stop in the ice cold water, Enough, Slave will you obey, Never Dominique, I told you to call me Goddess, Guards stretch her. With that Poor Phoebe was hung by her wrist from the ceiling, Dominique comes over to Phoebe. Well, Slave what it going to be. submit or not, Please Dominique, wake up you are not a Goddess, Guards!!. Weights now !! two 25 pound iron balls are added to Phoebes stretched out legs. This pulls her more taught. Dominique talks again Slave if you don’t submit soon. I’m afraid the rack is next or you seal your fate, Never. So be It. Guards !! the female guard comes back with that foul smelling rag and Phoebe passes out again. Tighter Dominique screams, and one more click goes the rack. Never. Slave, I admire your resolve but you sealed your fate. Wrap her. Phoebe was to be mummified and placed in a sarcophagus. Poor Phoebe undergoes the wrapping ritual and the wraps were up to her head now. Slave last chance, No, she screams, guards. Leave her eyes open so she can see the horror of her mistake. The guards continue to wrap Phoebe up, They take a big wad of cloth and stuff it in her mouth to stop her from screaming any more. Done Goddess, Ok take her to my chamber, Poor Phoebe got the rag again. Phoebe awakes in Dominique bedchamber. Well, Slave, time to play with you before you go in the sarcophagus. For three nights and days, Phoebe was submitted to Goddess Dominique advances and she was weakening. On Phoebes 4th day Goddess Dominic asks Slave will you submit. Phoebe Yes!!, Goddess Dominique, Good no sarcophagus for you but you will remain wrapped up in my bed for my pleasure. Phoebe you Ok. What !! Phoebe was a little dazed. You walk right into that low overhead beam. You knock yourself out. How Long. A good hour or so. Wow, Dominique. I had a very vivid dream, What about Phoebe? You were an Egyptian Goddess and you wanted me to be your sex Slave. Did I succeed? In the end but I had to suffer a lot of torture and finally, You had me mummified and taken to your bed. Go on this sound sexy and so exciting. Yes, I submitted to you in the end, After four days of sexual torment. Ok Now. Yes. Phoebe, You should write it all down for a book. Phoebe, it is getting late. Let’s get out of here, Don’t want to spend the rest of the long weekend in here. Dominique, you drive I’m still a little woozy, just one stop, Ok Phoebe. She was asleep when Dominique stops the car. Where are we? In front of the all-night Drug store. To get something for you. What? BANDAGES, LOTS AND LOTS OF BANDAGES, MY SLAVE YOU. ( they both giggle) the End ...

Story moved to Weekend with Anya 5

Chapter 1: My Bondage Begins Capture and transport I watched Diane open the door to her room. I had picked her up in the hotel bar, though I guess, with 20-20 hind sight, it would be more accurate to say she had picked me up. We had chatted for a while and she had asked if I would like to go upstairs where we ‘could be more comfortable.’ Of course my answer was yes. She was a very attractive woman. A few years older then me, perhaps, but with a pretty face and, from what I could see, an admirable figure. In the elevator she had asked my room number but when I told her she said something about the upper floors having bigger rooms and suggested we go to hers. I didn’t much care about room size but then I wasn’t thinking beyond the size of the bed in either room. ...

(story continues from My Bondage 1: My Bondage Begins) Chapter 2: Life as a Slave Meal time Diane led me by the chain attached to my testicles to the dining room. I saw Pillar busy in the kitchen and soon Janice was serving Diane her dinner. Between mouthfuls Diane looked at me and said, “You might as well be useful. Get under the table and eat me while I eat my dinner. You better do a good job or we will have another session with the crop.” ...

(story continues from My Bondage 2: Life as a Slave) Chapter 3: Games Freedom A couple of days after our terrible punishment Janice and I were again alone on the lawn as she brought me lunch. Trying to mask our actions to avoid further brutal punishment, I lifted the sandwich in front of my mouth and said, “I want to apologize for getting you into trouble and whipped like that. I had no idea of what she would do.” ...

(story continues from My Bondage 3: Games) Chapter 4: On Loan and Escape A first meeting I said that Diane wasn’t really sadistic. The same couldn’t be said for Senora Rodriguez, the wife of Senor, El Colonel, Arturo Rodriguez, the local federal police commander. She visited around the first of each month, presumably to pick up the monthly bribe money. Generally this was an all girl affair with me locked to my bed in the cell while Janice and Pillar had to provide the entertainment. ...

(story continues from My Bondage 4: On Loan and Escape) Chapter 5: Under New Management Plans We had all had at least one orgasm and Janice had her second, the little slut. Actually I didn’t mind that she had more orgasms than me. She was better equipped for multiple orgasms than I was. In addition we had gotten Pillar out of her control belt, I asked what all this master stuff was. I wasn’t expecting them to submit themselves to me. I had expected to find our clothes and figure out a way to go home. ...

(story continues from My Bondage 5: Under New Management) Chapter 6: Problems and Resolution A Very Bad Morning The next morning I gathered up both Janice and Pillar and walked back to the tool shed and compost bin. I took my chastity tube and placed it on the concrete apron and used the shovel to destroy it. I slammed the blade down on the tube repeatedly until the tube was flattened and bent. There was no way anything could ever be inserted into it again. Then I threw the tube onto the compost heap to rust away and hurled the U shaped lock piece along with the chain into the woods. It may have been childish but from my point of view it was also cathartic. ...