story On The Road Again - Chapter One by The White Knight (This is a fictional story based upon a similar encounter that did not in anyway turn out like this fantasy.) It was late, for me at least, around about mid-night. The hotel bar was relatively quiet with all of the usual sounds. A basketball game was on the TV. People were chatting about this and that and the normal few singles on the make. With all of the traveling that I have had to do lately, bars like this one were becoming almost a home away from home to me. ...

My name is Amanda. I spent 4 years in the Army as a Lieutenant. During my time I was unfortunate enough to see a lot of combat and some REALLY messed up situations. I made it through my time with no real injuries and only a small scar on my back. During my time in the army I discovered that I had lesbian or at least bi tendencies. All the time showering with other woman brought it to my attention. After I returned to the states I inherited a large house in a well off subdivision. The coolest part was that the house belonged to an Air Force pilot that I saved because he got shot down. It took me a few days to get my personal lawyer to make sure everything was legal. Once everything was worked out I moved into my new place. ...

This is a work of erotic fiction. If you’re too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don’t. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to read it, then you suck. ...

8 8 One Kink At A Time Part One by Tyjord One Kink At A Time Part 1 by Tyjord It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes. ...

Monique looked around the dingy hotel room wondering how the heck she got talked into meeting Aaron at this hole in the wall. She figured that with a man of his impeccable taste and wealth, he could afford a room that looked a lot more expensive than this one. Sparsely furnished and a thin layer of dust visible on the aged window sill, it was the kind of place Monique wouldn’t have spent two minutes in usually. However, Aaron insisted they meet here for a romantic rendezvous and even sent along a fine bottle of white wine in advance to start off the weekend. Monique poured herself a tall glass of the wine and set it down next to the bed before she stripped off all her clothing save her very sheer black pantyhose. She sat down on the edge of the bed more than a little annoyed .“I could have jetted off to L.A. with Raoul this weekend but I let myself get talked into this supposed ‘romantic fantasy weekend’ idea of Aaron’s. If he wasn’t so flush with money, I’d send him back to the wife he so dislikes in a heartbeat!” she said softly to herself as she laid back on the bed and turned on the TV. After half an hour or so of flicking through the channels, Monique became restless and snapped off the TV. She looked at the clock sitting by her bedside and saw that Aaron was now a full 2 hours late for the romantic getogether. Grumbling out loud, she reached for the glass of wine she had poured and drank deeply savoring the taste . “If he doesn’t get here soon, I may just polish off this whole bottle of wine by myself. It’s probably the only fun I’m going to have this evening anyway,” she muttered to herself as she refilled the glass she had just emptied. As she laid back on the bed reveling in the exhilarating taste of the feeling, she felt a warm and strangely erotic feeling flowing throughout her entire body. The feeling continued to build and grow stronger by the second and she felt her left hand pushing itself inside her thin pantyhose to caressing her already damp sex. Her caresses became more rapid as the feeling of arousal spreading through became more intense. However, Monique also found her body becoming stiff and unresponsive to her thoughts. To her horror, she could see her skin changing before her eyes becoming artificial in appearance and her mouth tightening into an ovular shape. She tried to move her hands but they were frozen in place now with her right hand clutched around her waist’s mid section and her left one was stuck just lingering inside her pussy. “What the hell has happened to me?… Why can’t I move?…. I can still feel but I can’t speak!!…. damn!!!” thought Monique to herself as she laid on the bed unmoving and unable to relate her plight to anyone at all. After about another hour or so, Monique heard the hotel room door open and someone enter the room. After several seconds, she felt herself being picked up and stood in front of a closet mirror by… Aaron!! The evil grin on his face indicated that not only was he aware of Monique’s predicament but might have had a hand in it! “You see, my dear Monique, I became aware of your promiscuous nature and thought, with a little something I had my experimental drug division whip up, I might get a little revenge. Judging by your appearance, I see part 1 of my plan has worked out quite well indeed…!” “Part 1….????” the living doll shouted mentally at this last part. Aaron then withdrew a small vial from his pocket and poured into Monique’s open mouth “If I go through with Part 2 of my plan, I have to make sure that no one will ever recognize you so a final change is in order,” he said with a vicious tone. To Monique’s horror, she saw her body changing even more than before. Her hair seemed to disappear and flatten out till the hair was nothing more than painted streaks on her plastic head. She could feel her eyes growing wide and looking fake as was her entire face. Within a few seconds, her face resembled an inflated plastic head with painted on features. She saw her fingers and toes melt together becoming solid blades of plastic . Aaron smirked as he set the doll on the bed and took out a digital camera and laptop computer. After snapping a few quick pics, he set to downloading them to his portable PC. “I was so certain that this plan of mine would work that I posted an auction on FleeceBay and you would be the item for bidding.. a cheesy, plastic doll certain to go for not that much money. Let’s see… the high bidders so far are fellows named “badsunshine” and “psycho chicken”… well, there’s about 30 min left till the end. I’ll post these pics and see if I can add a bit to your final bid, my dear ..” he said chuckling to himself. After finishing the upload, Aaron sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Monique up into a sitting position and posed her head so that she could see the computer screen. “Well, my dear, let’s see who your new owner is… I hope he’s not as cheap as you are!” he said as the clock clicked down.. for Monique’s new home. THE END ...

Ashley was surprised that she even got the job at Greenland Milking. Fresh out of college she had no experience however the company was eager to hire the young Manufacturing Engineer. It also helped that her husband had already been working for the company for a few years. She had met him during her freshman year of college, and his senior year. They had fallen helplessly in love and married before she even finished college. It only seemed logical for the company to hire the pair as they worked well together. ...

Here’s a new one…it has not even made it to my site yet…thought you might want to “premier” it on your site….as I said before…my way of saying thank you very much for all that you have done to help my website _____________________________________________________________________ One Tie Too Many By Robert Deane Deaneproductions.com ‘Okay,’ she kept telling herself. ‘Calm down and you will get out of this. You always do, and you will somehow manage it this time.’ That’s what Suzanne kept telling herself, but this time she didn’t believe it. ...

To set the scene I live in a suburban street by myself, a 32 yr old blonde spinster. I’d describe myself as attractive with an athletic figure, blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I’d had various girlfriends over the last few years but none I’d like to stick with unfortunately. I knew I was a lesbian from about 16 years of age before that type of thing was widely accepted. The house next door had been empty for some time but one August morning a removal truck pulled up outside, followed by a small sports car. A young couple were moving in, both in their mid-twenties. I saw him first, around 5ft 6 with slick backed hair and a phone glued to his hand. I went out to introduce myself and welcome them to the area. “Hi there” I called out but he barely looked at me before nodding briefly and strutting straight past my extended hand. ...

My name’s Jay. I now live a life that people can only dream of. And here’s how it began. I had woken in a haze. Not quiet feeling myself, I lifted my groggy head to find something wasn’t quite right. I looked up to find myself lying on some kind of examination table in the middle of a completely white room. I then looked down at my body and it definitely looked different, shiny and black from what I could see but maybe that’s just the blanket that’s covering me. I lift my hand to remove the cover to find a slick shiny black hand reaching up. This didn’t seem right so I reached for my face, except it wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel any features at all, no nose no anything. I raised my other hand in an attempt to at least find something of my face but just felt around and felt nothing but a smooth surface. ...

“You must maintain control at all times. When he makes noises like that take your middle finger pulled back by your thumb, snap it against his nose, and give him a gentle reminder that he is the one restrained and he is to be silent and endure.” Lilly did as I suggested. Tom, her husband, jerked, but thought better of voicing a complaint. She was beginning the move into role play and so was Tom. He was already strapped to the wall with every stitch of apparel cut off and discarded by his sweet little wife. What will he wear home? Who gives a shit? However, if he is good, maybe I can find something so he is not arrested, spends the night in jail, and is branded a sex offender. I had just the thing! ...

Their dark eyes lit up as they smiled and said in unison, ‘We’re bell ringers.’ ‘Well, blimey…’ she replied, laughing, as she split her wine and brushed it off her dress. ‘You don’t hear that every day.’ She sat on a bar stool, and they stood beside her: two very beautiful, tall, dark men, perhaps a year or two younger than her, and almost identical. They’d approached her when her girl friend had stood her up for the flu. She was going to stay for just one drink, but then they’d said hello with their kind smiles and very intriguing eyes and she’d stayed. Strange, though… she almost had the feeling they were hunting her. Not that she felt in any way in danger. It was the way they both came up together, both equally interested in her, neither backing off to let his brother take the spoils. It was either both, or neither. She tried to stop herself imagining both in bed with her. ...

This is an adaptation of a Role-play between der_miner and me (dirty_trashbag_girl). Prelude Julie was an average schoolgirl, 18 years in her final years of school, ever the brightest student. But Julie hid a dark secret about herself from those around her, she fantasised about trash bags and bins. One evening, Julie got home early from school. She heard her mother and Father talking about spring cleaning. With Julie’s baby brother around the house had got into a terrible state. ...

I want to tell you about an actual self-bondage adventure that I had this summer. I have been practicing self-bondage for a number of years since I do not have a bondage partner. My self-bondage adventures, while they do not occur too often, are usually quite elaborate. My adventures all involve complex escape mechanisms. Regardless of the method of release that I use, my adventures always require me to work at getting release. Simple bondage is not enough. I must believe that I am securely bound and that release will not come easily. I want to feel that release is not certain without the prospect of being discovered and embarrassed while in bondage. I normally use chains, cuffs, and locks that require keys for release. In all my adventures I am naked so as to add to my bondage excitement and embarrassment if I am discovered. I take precautions to avoid discovery but discovery is possible. I place my safety keys in areas that, if I try to get them, may result in my discovery while in bondage. I want the use of my safety keys to be a last, no other alternative, resort. ...

Charlotte and Anne were old friends. They had known each other for years and found they both loved bondage. They had tried it with their boyfriends the relationships cooled and they split with the boyfriends calling them weirdos. Now they tie each other up now and then. They decided to go camping for two weeks and loaded the tent and the rest of the equipment into the rear of the estate car they had hired. They set out several rules and decided they must pick one each. No more and no less. But they each put in ten rules, so any one of them could have been picked. Charlotte went first and pulled out a piece of paper. No trousers or skirts. Only shorts to be worn it read. Charlotte had not put that one in, so it must have been Anne who wrote it out. Charlotte looked at her. “Well, it should bring the boys around!” Anne said with a laugh. Charlotte just shrugged her shoulders. Then Anne pulled out a piece of paper. Each person must take a turn at driving, changing places when a stop for a break is over her one read. That was Charlottes rule. Anne agreed to that one. It sounded fun. Anne shuffled some cards and Charlotte cut them several times. Anne said she had won as she had a Queen and there was only a slim chance that Charlotte would beat that. Charlotte pulled out a King. ...

(a fantasy story I wish I could have happen, pics of me in the position I mean in the story) I was trying to think what to get my Husband for our 5th anniversary and my mind went totally blank, I thought to myself what do you get someone that’s got everything. Then it occurred to me that I should give him myself as a present but how can I make it special and a surprise. I remembered reading stories on Gromet’s Plaza about packaged, So I looked around on the internet and came across this company that set up things for people that want to experience their fantasy, I made a phone call to the company and told them I wanted to be delivered to my husband as a present. ...

As I took the package from the delivery man’s hands, I was sure he must have an idea to its contents from the excitement on my face. I shakily signed the clipboard he carried and he wished me a nice day with a knowing smile on his face. I muttered some banality and closed the door with the package cradled in my arms. I leaned my back against the door and slid to the floor. Tape and brown wrapping paper flew in all directions as I eagerly tore open the box. ...

The taxi slowed down as it reached a three story building to its’ right and pulled into a nearby parking lot. The cab stopped next to the side entrance and a dark haired woman wearing a rain jacket and carrying a bag over her right shoulder stepped out. After paying the driver, the woman stood for a minute and looked at the building pensively. Janice had been a model for about five years now working mostly for agencies in need of lingerie models for store ads though recently she had begun posing for several web sites that had people pay for sexy pictures of semi-nude women in pantyhose or other sexy garments. In fact, after her recent move to Canada, it seemed her services were more in demand than ever before. However, on this particular day, she had flown back to the US to do some work for a company she had never heard of prior to receiving an email from them. They had seen her work previously and were very impressed by her look in the pictures. They said they were looking for professional models to help launch a new lingerie line they planned to sell exclusively online and they wanted her to be the feature model. The company even offered to pay her airfare to the city where they planned to start setting up the promos for the products in question. " Geez, paid for my trip here… offered to put me up at a hotel… they must really be desperate for a model with nice tits and legs, " Janice said with a small chuckle as she entered the building and slowly walked up the stairs towards the indicated office. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue sweater with tan slacks and high heels that completed a look that emphasized her look and then some to any male onlooker. To her surprise, when she opened the office door of the place she was asked to go to, she found a woman waiting for her instead of a man. The office itself was rather unusual in that it had a fairly small reception area with only one chair for waiting visitors and a single door leading elsewhere on the left. “Ah, you must be Janice. My name is Kwami…… Kwami Lee. I’m the personnel and sales manager for M & D Acessories for this region. Take a seat and we’ll discuss the proposal we emailed you about earlier.” Kwami said gesturing towards the chair nearby. “Thanks. I have to admit your offer caught me a little off guard. Most of the time, I get a call on the phone or someone sees me in person with a modeling offer. However, your approach was unique and refreshing and I like that, " Janice said with a sincere voice. Kwami smiled when she heard the compliment. “Well, that wasn’t all me. I think if you accept the offer I’m prepared to make you today, you’ll find that M & D has that personal touch with all the people that work for it, " she said with a smile as she shuffled through some papers. " That sounds good to me. So, tell me, does this job you have in mind for me involve much in the way of traveling around to visit clients and such ? " Janice inquired as visions of spending many hours traveling to nondescript towns and forgettable people to meet flashed before her eyes. " No, not at all. We plan to use you as our feature model in launching our newest brand of pantyhose - Heavenly Hose. We’ll be posting pictures of you in our regular site seen by the entire web as well as a series that are a bit more erotic in nature for husbands thinking of adding spark to their marriages and such. Here’s a list of the financial terms of what we plan to pay you on a monthly basis. Take a look at the figures and let me know if they’re acceptable to you, " Kwami said handing the brunette several typed pages that looked to be fresh off a computer monitor. Janice leafed through the pages and nodded in approval at what she saw. " Well, it all looks good from what I see here. Is there somewhere you want me to sign ? " the model said looking at the company associate with a friendly expression with dollar signs flashing before her eyes. Kwami nodded and got out a contract from her desk. Handing it to Janice along with a pen, she indicated to the model where she wanted her to sign. After all the t’s were crossed and i’s were dotted, Kwami put the contract on her desk and walked over to the door on the far right. " Welcome to M & D, Janice. As your first part of your job, I need you step inside this room and disrobe entirely before putting on our newly designed panties and pantyhose along with a pair of high heel shoes and nothing else. Once you’re ready, push the button marked ON and that will activate the video camera on the other side of the room. The camera is connected via the internet to our company HQ, who want to see how new models look modeling the merchandise in a more ’ intimate’ basis than still pictures. It sounds a little strange but…. " Kwami said handing the model several packages and what looked like a TV remote on top of the pile. Janice nodded as her face took on a broad smile. " Believe me, I’ve been asked to a lot stranger stuff than this in my past modeling jobs. I just hope the people at the other end can stand how steamy it can get when I start posing for a camera, " she said with a sultry look in her eyes. " Steamy will be one way of putting it by the time everything is all done, " Kwami thought to herself as she ushered Janice into the room in question and showed her where the camera was and the area she should stand in when posing for the audience on the other end. She then wished the model well before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, Janice quickly doffed her attire and set it on a nearby chair before unwrapping the lingerie she was to wear. She first slipped on a lacy black panty that were daring to say the least. A pair of shiny, tan colored pantyhose followed after which Janice slipped on a pair of white high heels with clear plastic straps. After checking her appearance in the mirror mounted on a nearby wall, the model walked over in front of an ordinary looking chest and faced towards the video camera that looked to be hooked directly into a nearby computer. " Well, whoever you are, I hope you like the show I’m about to put on, " Janice said softly as she depressed the button Kwami indicated on the control. As soon as the model hit the red button, she felt a surge of pleasure through her body that seemed to be emanating from her pantyhose’s waist band. Janice moaned softly out loud despite trying not to in front of her invisible audience whoever they were. After taking a second or two to gather her thoughts, Janice started to slowly sway back and forth in place while running her hands up and down her body in rhythm to music she was humming mentally to herself. As she gyrated and ran her hands through her hair and seductively over her thick red lips, she swore the feeling of pleasure she was experiencing was getting stronger by the second. " Hmmm….I wonder if they’ve built some sort of tiny computer technology into the pantyhose to give every woman who puts them on this kind of pleasure.. these guys might make a fortune….. " Janice thought to herself as she bent over and ran her hands down her legs in a slow, drawn out manner. As she went to straighten up, the sandy brown haired woman felt a little light headed for a second and put her right hand to her forehead. " Uhhh… sorry, whoever is watching, I’m a little off today… I must have ate too little for breakfast, " Janice said in the direction of the camera as she ran her right hand down her face and neck before putting it on her hip. Privately, she thought it might be a simple case of the nerves though she had done similar work in the past. After composing herself, Janice started to sway and shimmy as she was doing before in a very alluring way. After thirty seconds or so, the feeling of weakness returned stronger than before and caused Janice to put her hands on the bed in front of her to keep from falling to the floor in a heap. " Ummm…maybe… maybe we should postpone this audition or whatever you call it until tomorrow… I don’t seem… uhhh.. to be feeling too well… " the model muttered softly as her legs wobbled slightly from her lack of strength. Janice felt a wave of dizziness go through her along with other odd sensations she couldn’t figure out at all. She seemed to be sweating quite a bit more than usual as there was quite of a sheen appearing on her arms and across her chest. Receiving no response from her ’ audience’, Janice stood up straight and thought briefly of stepping out to see Kwami for a minute to explain her situation. However, the weakness she was experiencing was now accompanied by a numbness in her legs and they refused to respond to her thoughts in the slightest. The model leaned over and felt her legs through the sheer hose she was wearing. Janice was puzzled to find that her legs felt somewhat odd to the touch as if her skin was as smooth as the pantyhose now on it. " What’s going on here ? Kwami ! Kwami, could you come in here right away, please ? I think I might be having an allergic reaction to the fabric in this pantyhose, " Janice said as she leaned back against the chest behind her for support while she waited for Kwami to enter the room. As the seconds ticked by, Janice was puzzled by the fact that her host was not responding to her pleas for help. To compound her predicament, she saw that the weakness was spreading to all parts of her body and the sheen she had noticed before had spread beyond the edge of her pantyhose. It was at this point that the model noticed this glistening was in fact artificial in appearance and freckles she had always had around her waist were disappearing right before her eyes. " Kwami ! Kwami, get in here now ! Something weird is going on here ! " Janice shouted though her voice was much lower in volume than before. With panic starting to creep into her system, she tried to stand up again but found her arms were now just as unresponsive as her legs. She whipped her head around looking for someone or something that could help her out of her predicament but no help was evident. A moment or so later, the feelings of helplessness Janice became mixed with ones of sexual euphoria, which confused the model even more than she already was. Looking down, the woman saw that whatever was happening to her body was spreading rapidly and transforming her very being ! The model saw what looked like seams starting to become visible underneath the sheer pantyhose as well as along her arms as if her body was composed of sheets of latex or plastic sewn together in a factory. The smooth, glossy look was spreading upwards to her chest and shoulders with freckles, not to mention a small birthmark on her right breast, disappearing like stars winking out. At the same time, she felt an odd feeling building inside her as if her insides were being converted into nothing more than air or some sort of gas. Suddenly, Janice gasped out loud in pleasure in spite of her predicament as she felt her pussy suddenly clench tight on it’s own triggering what almost seemed to her like an orgasm. Moments later, her pussy opened into what felt like an ovular shape with the interior feeling like it was composed of the same material the rest of her was changing into. She sensed that her mound of finely trimmed pubic hair had disappeared just like her freckles and the area was now smooth and glossy like the rest of her was becoming. Janice moaned out loud once again as she felt her anus moving upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shape that her pussy was now in. It was then, like a lightning bolt out of the blue, that Janice realized what was happening to her. " A LOVE DOLL… I’M BECOMING AN INFLATED SEX TOY…. THIS CAN’T BE… HELP ME !…. SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME !!!!…… " Janice moaned out loud before her ability to talk vanished like her mobility. ...

This story is a sequel to “The Dice Game” Part One: Revealed The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart—a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game. ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost) Part Two: A Sabine Evening It was dark by the time Laura parked her car along the street, but very few lights were on in the house. The curtains were all drawn. Laura wasn’t surprised; using the dice was not something to advertise to the neighborhood. Turning her key, she entered the dark foyer and saw light coming from the dining room. Warm, inviting scents filled her nostrils, which must be Gwen’s dinner. As she tossed her coat onto its hook she heard an unexpected sound as two thick leather cuffs fell off the table next to the door. Fumbling in the dark to retrieve them, Laura grinned softly. Her evening plans originally involved blankets and Netflix, not dice, but lately she hadn’t been one to complain about a night in Gwen and Cheri’s creative bondage. She usually ended up gagged anyway. ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost 2) Part Three: The New Warden Cheri slept decently enough under the circumstances, though Gabrielle didn’t seem to need any sleep at all. Cheri drifted awake multiple times that night to find herself a helpless bauble for wandering hands. Cheri was no more accustomed than her friends to being touched so intimately by a woman. The Dice Game led to bondage and, often, vibrators, but Gwen and Laura had never personally played with Cheri when they bound her. In fact, whoever was bound during the game usually ended up alone. Gabrielle felt completely foreign and what scared Cheri the most was the effect it had on her. It wasn’t typical attraction; Cheri didn’t swing that way herself. But bondage enticed her greatly and Cheri could not pretend she was made of stone. ...