(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 3: Making sense of a Plastic Nightmare) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 4: Escaping an Artificial Nightmare ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 4: Escaping an Artificial Nightmare) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 5: No Parking in the Inflated Zone ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 5: No Parking in the Inflated Zone) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 6: A Shrinking Circle ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 6: A Shrinking Circle) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 7: What Place is a Safe Place ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 7: What Place is a Safe Place) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 8: Voyages to Strange New Lands ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 8: Voyages to Strange New Lands) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 9: The times, they are changing…. and so are the women… ...

This story stands on its own, but it is actually a sequel – a while ago I wrote a story called Dream Assignment, which is in the archives of this site. If you didn’t read Dream Assignment, all you need to know is that Jack, the owner of a rather up market bondage club, initiated journalist Josie into its pleasures as she researched an article on the club for her new magazine. The article has just been published, and everyone is reading it… ...

Different people look for different things when buying a house. Some people want good transport, but those good schools in the area but for me privacy is the most important thing. So when my wife and I saw this place with hedges around the property twice the size of me and trees and shrubs bucking the view of all windows from the road, we knew this was the place. Not long after we moved in disaster struck; I lost my job. With the credit crunch I suppose it was inevitable, my department was reorganized and there was no place for me or three others. We aren’t in too much trouble though. My wife is a freelance journalist and earns plenty enough to pay the mortgage and the bills. ...

Chapter 1: Passion rules the night The frigid cold of winter had given way to the first brisk days of spring. The cool draft that ran through the old farmhouse sent goose bumps crawling across her skin. At this hour she should have been asleep, and yet sleep would not find her. The slow steady breathing of her slumbering boyfriend beside her was a testament to the fact. But despite her best efforts she lay awake tossing and turning atop the heavy covers. She was sprawled out on her back, eyes staring up at cracks running across the ceiling. The stifling warmth of the bed sheets bunched at her feet. ...

* Normah was glad to have a week’s break from looking after her routine family duties. Her husband was away on business trip and the children will not be back from college for at least another two weeks. She has always wanted to go shopping on her own time without any particular schedule to follow. While walking in town she came across a perfume shop. It was empty of any customers and thinking that she could get a better than usual service she entered the shop. True enough, on stepping in, a salesgirl sprayed some perfume on her and told her to take a whiff. That was the last thing she remembered. ...

Part 1: First Bauble Dear Emporium Shop Owner, Here is account of my experience as you requested. The marble you gave me manifested a garment for my wife and my pleasure. I lay on the bed, naked, watching my wife holding the garment to her skin. When its impossibly thin and improbably silky texture touched her chest her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs wobbled slightly threatening to make her fall again. You could tell by watching her body react that even the merest touch of the cloth on any part of her sent waves of pure pleasure coursing through her body. I wanted to jump up and help her whenever I saw her will waver but my wife had foreseen this and warned me not to come close to her while she mustered herself to put on the garment. She had said that if she knew I was close or so much as saw me in the mirror that it would probably be enough to break her concentration. She also mentioned that if I touched her to steady her she would probably instantly break down in an orgasmic heap on the floor. I didn’t see a problem with this but she scowled at me knowing what I was thinking, she was after all determined to get the garment on so we could enjoy it together. Whatever it was. ...

(story continues from Not Knowing can be Dangerous and Fun! Part 1: First Bauble) Part 2: Second Bauble My wife rode up and down, very slowly, very sensually enjoying the feeling of me pressed deeply into her belly while she smiled broadly, knowing. My wife was holding what looked just like two balls of silly puddy in one of her hands while her other hand rested on my chest giving her balance while she moved her body over mine, eyes closed tight. She seemed to be trying to experience every feeling, like she was going to be leaving on a long trip and was afraid she might forget what it felt like. If I had only known what she had known I might have been paying better attention to the sensations also. She was not going on any long trips, but we soon would be trying to remember what it felt like. ...

Catherine was hard at work and busy as always, it was hard work keeping the manor house of Mr Lang tidy, with several black Labradors constantly running around there was always pet hair to clean up, and nothing but perfection would satisfy Mr Lang’s obsession with cleanliness. “CATHERINE!” yelled Mr Lang, his booming voice emanating from the study. Quickly Catherine put down her dustpan and brush, lifting up the skirt of her maid uniform slightly and dashing into the room. ...

My wife and I had been married only two years and I had asked her to try some bondage with me at least a hundred times. My wife, Kim, told me no each time and I knew if I were to be successful with her I would have to find a new way. Kim was extremely sexy and I knew I was lucky to have my petite Asian wife, and she thought I was lucky to have her also. ...

continued from part one Part 2 - Reality Bites! Morning came and I awoke to find the bed empty other than the schoolgirl doll laying there, her legs splayed from the night before but no signs of my Master. The sunlight played through the windows and stuck to the floor, I had no idea what the time was but guessed it was still morning. The bed sheets pulled back revealing the doll in all her glory. Still in her school uniform but the skirt raised and the clothing disheveled, left just as her Master had left her the previous night after using her. ...

(story continues from Number 11 - Part 2 Reality Bites) Part 3 - Maid’s Maiden Whilst laying there for however long I was in what I now call ’the doll’s filing cabinet’, I heard a couple of drawers open and close around me, but I was left undisturbed and even drifted off to sleep until awoken later when Maria came and opened my drawer. She unfastened the straps holding me, unzipped the bodybag that had until now covered me and moved me back on to the trolley. Straps again fastened me to the trolley and I was moved back towards the lift. I wasn’t being prepared before hand, maybe he was going to dress me again himself. The lift door closed and Maria pushed the third button taking us both to the top floor. ...

(story continues from Number 11 - Part 3 Maid’s Maiden) Part 4 – Dollification. Again it seemed that I would have to wait ‘my turn’ as Master retired to bed with another dolly from his collection, this was the doll dressed as a latex covered cop that I’d seen Maria prepare before. He even used the handcuffs from the belt of her uniform to bind the dolls hands behind her. It seemed strange that you’d tie up an inanimate object like a doll, but then to others it would seem strange making love to a plastic doll. My Master would be able to have any woman he chooses, he seemed to have plenty of money, was well off and lived very luxuriously by what I’d seen so far. I still didn’t know much about his life beyond the dolls, what he did to afford his lifestyle, the frequent phone calls that he’d made whilst I was waiting for him to use me last time seemed to indicate that he worked for himself or ran some company. And then there was Maria, how many people employed maids these days, only if you had some serious money behind you. ...

Dave lifted her pinstriped dress and white starched apron, his hand reaching for the elastic of her knickers. This was 1975, and nurses still wore time-honoured attire. It was the stuff of medical fantasies and Benny Hill skits. Lying on her bed, Kay sighed and studied the ceiling. She noticed some peeling paint, nothing unusual. The Victorian nurses home was chronically shabby. “Dave, not now. I’ve got to be on shift soon.” It was an excuse. She didn’t fancy him, or what he was offering. He bored the shit out of her. ...

I have to tell you a story of what happened to me about three nights ago, an event that will change my life forever. First of all, I’m 26, 5’2, blond, and good looking. My measurements are 36-23-35, and I workout everyday to keep my figure. Men have always told me how much they like my body, and I have no trouble attracting them. I love sex, and love to have it frequently. In high school, I fucked about half my class, and dozens of others in other grades, and a couple of teachers too. ...

The room was completely still save for the quiet whirr of the air conditioning unit and the soft metallic sound that rose when the icy breeze blew across something metal that was in the shadows. With the wrenching open of the double doors leading into the room and the lights flickering on in response to the switch being turned on, the quiet was shattered by the entrance of two women. The first woman was a tall woman with bright red hair that draped just past her shoulders. Dressed in a shiny red leather body suit that matched her hair in color, she strolled across the floor with an energy that matched her look. With thigh high black boots that had six inch heels on them, the dominatrix gently tugged on the metal chain that she grasped firmly in her right hand with obvious impatience. Attached to the chain via a silver neck collar was a striking Asian beauty with flowing black hair and wearing only a skin tight black corset that seemed to cover only her midsection and left her sex and supple breasts exposed for admiration. Judging by the fact that she currently was staring down at the smooth tiled floor, it would be safe to assume that the chain and collar were part of a punishment for the dark haired woman. “Don’t dawdle now, Kwami. We have a lengthy procedure to go through if your punishment is to proper for your transgression,” the red haired woman said briskly as she stepped smartly across the floor. “Yes, Mistress Delilah. May I ask what exactly the punishment will be?” Kwami asked timidly. “NO ! …now go lie down on that chair until I return with the instruments needed,” Delilah snapped curtly at the cowering Kwami who immediately hastened to the black leather chair. Delilah attached her end of the chain to a nearby metal pole and left the room for several minutes. Delilah returned with a long thin wine glass filled with a red liquid in one hand and what appeared to be one of her ‘instruments of delight’ in her other one that consisted of a long smooth glass tube ending in a black leather handle. Kwami knew the prod was a constant in Delilah’s erotic tormenting of her loyal submissives. Delilah handed the glass to Kwami, “This is a wine for special occasions like this. I want you drink it all down in one swallow, lovely Kwami, and not spill a drop. If you fail to do so, your punishment will be even more severe,” she snapped. Kwami downed the entire drink in one gulp without spilling a bit much to her relief. Nodding in satisfaction, the dominatrix then pushed Kwami back on the chair and had her clasp the prod in her left hand before stepping back and unhitching the chain from the metal pole. “Now, my dear, we will conclude the punishment by reciting your mistake and then you will take the Oath of Pleasure,” Delilah said while running her hands over the firm breasts of the quivering beauty. “Mmmmmm..I look forward to it, Mistress Delilah..” Kwami whispered lustfully as her body writhed under her mistress’ ministrations. “Good! Now, Kwami, you were caught last tonight pleasuring yourself three times without my permission. You have accepted that you must be punished for such a transgression. The Oath of Pleasure must be recited by you and without hesitation. You shall begin your citing the oath now, Kwami!” Delilah snapped as she stepped back to a black end table with a controller sitting on it. Kwami, feeling a little flushed, began to recite the oath out loud that she had practiced in her mind all night long. As the minutes passed, her left arm drooped slightly and the smooth glass of the prod came in contact with her face. The contact excited Kwami as it made her think of the coming pleasure Delilah would give her and she misspoke the words of the oath near the end. Delilah shook her head, “I’m sorry, Kwami, you have failed in the reciting of the oath and must now suffer the ..PUNISHMENT!!” she shouted while pressing down a red button on the controller. The rod in Kwami’s hand shook as an electrical charge shot out of the prod enveloping her entire body. The charge combined with the wine she had just drunk produced a rapid change in Kwami’s body that surprised and shocked her. Her mouth, already open in surprise, froze in the shape of an O with her teeth and tongue seemingly melting away forming a smooth opening made of latex and rubber. Kwami’s skin swiftly changed from flesh to smooth shiny latex with seams running up and down her stiff arms and legs. Kwami would have screamed in horror out loud at the process but strangely she felt at peace as if waves of erotic pleasure rolled through her. The process quickly reached its conclusion as Kwami’s chest, no longer moving due to the ceasing of her breathing, was engulfed by the change. Her breasts swelled slightly outwards and became taught domes of plastic capped by bright pink nipples that stood out prominently. To conclude the process, a bright see through inflation plug grew out of the back of the newly created love doll for adding or subtracting air as he/she saw fit. For Kwami, the change was not just physical but mental as well. Her thinking was now that of an inanimate sex toy “Mmmmm… I hope someone uses me soon… I need to be owned… fuck me soon…. please……” the new doll thought solely of pleasing whoever would use her. Delilah, smiling an evil smile, crossed the room and picked up the newly created sex doll . After quickly stripping the doll of it’s clothing and collar and taking the rod from its left hand, she reached behind the doll Kwami and opened it’s inflation plug wide open. “Noooo…. why doesn’t she want to use me… please use meeee……” thought the doll as she slowly deflated before its’ thoughts slipped into darkness as its body became a limp form of plastic and latex. Delilah then folded the doll over her right forearm and walked out of the room humming a happy tune out loud. ...