(story continues from Paradice Lost 3) Part Four: Under a Violet Gun Author’s Note: The following is Part 4 of a sequel to “The Dice Game”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. As Laura writhed on the floor, Gabrielle disrobed to reveal a flashy dominatrix outfit. A skintight, high-neck halter teddy covered her in blood red latex except for an open slit down the center. That slit had black laces pulling it taut, though Gabrielle’s generous cleavage strained to burst forth from the otherwise flawlessly smooth rubber. Behind her, more lacing revealed the presence of a built in cincher around Gabrielle’s waist. Though her shoulders were bare, black fingerless gloves flowed high up her arms. The high cut of the teddy stretched between her legs over black latex tights which covered her hips and sculpted ass entirely, though a small seam could be seen underneath which clearly concealed a zipper. Over the tights were red stockings and garters which matched the teddy. They stretched high on her thighs but only a few inches were visible above her black boots. They flowed over her knees and ended in a small platform and a towering 6” heel, with lacing all the way down the front. ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost 4) Author’s Note: The following is Part 5 of a sequel to “The Dice Game”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part Five: A Rare Gift The sun was setting outside as Cheri struggled, a rag in her hand, to try and wipe off the dinner table. Movement wasn’t easy in these shackles. Cheri could only walk in short steps, could barely extend her hands away from her body, and the corset made her waist rigid. It also didn’t help that her legs were basically welded together above the knee, nor that every movement made the toys inserted into Cheri’s loins tease her. But she cleaned vigorously nonetheless. She picked up the cardboard and packaging, and the discarded restraints from Gabrielle’s sick games with Cheri and her friends were all collected and neatly put away. Cheri even dug out the vacuum, which thankfully drowned out the fretful noises coming from her bedroom. Cheri dreaded what might be happening to Gwen. ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost 5: A Rare Gift) Author’s Note: The following is Part 6 of a sequel to “The Dice Game”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part 6: Prometheus “Rise and shine, mon Chéri!” Cheri stirred in the darkness of her blindfold. Her limbs and jaw ached horribly from her restraints. Dried sweat caked her skin. Gabrielle, it seemed had woken early again. Her cheerful tone made Cheri worry that she’d planned out yet another eventful day for her and her friends. ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost 6: Prometheus) Author’s Note: The following is Part 7 of a sequel to “The Dice Game”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part 7: Trust High heels clacked on the kitchen tile. “Is that what that noise was?” “Was Gabrielle really making a Thanksgiving dinner?” ...

(story continues from Paradice Lost 7: Trust) Author’s Note: The following is Part 8 of a sequel to “The Dice Game”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part 8: Bait and Switch Gabrielle stared at the ceiling. It was early—so early, in fact, that the orange sun was still seeping through the gap in the curtains. She watched a stripe of sunlight crawl up her still legs. There was little else to do. She laid on her back in Cheri’s bed, arms and legs pinned to her sides by straps every foot or so on her naked body. Her hands were tied together and pressed into her stomach while further straps pinned her to the mattress. There was no gag, but Gabrielle was still quiet. She didn’t really know what to say. ...

8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Introduction The story behind the story of “Paragon vs. Plastica” is a long and twisted one. About three years ago I became obsessed by the idea of writing a superheroine bondage story. This isn’t unusual for me. Whenever I read a new kind of netfic I want to try it out. Transformation porn? I’ve got ideas. Gatchaman slash fanfic? Can’t wait. Erotic sword and sorcery? Yum! So it started. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica - Introduction) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 1: Xenon Trapped Xenon scanned the darkness ahead of her, but saw only old cranes, tubing, vats, and other industrial detritus. She flipped her visor over her eyes, which let her scan the area with its infravision capabilities. Nothing. Still, she had to cautious. Plastica – the former Dr. Polly Mehr, a resin and plastics expert – was known for her traps. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 01) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 2: Grand Opening “Hey, Cinn, do you know where Shana went to?” Cinnabar Steele – also known as Scirocco, the founding member of Team Paragon – shrugged and returned to the newspaper, biting into a jelly donut. “Who knows? She’s never been one to lead a tame life.” Lori blushed. Cinnabar was putting it mildly. Shana, or Xenon as she was known to criminals, often returned from her wild nights on the town bragging of her conquests. She’d even confided to Lori she’d gotten her clit pierced. Lori couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. Ouch! ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 02) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 3: Welcome to the Dollhouse Plastica spread the papers over the carpeted floor of Paula Jean’s condo. They controlled the formation of a new mannequin production company for which she would be the chief owner, stockholder, and CEO. Plastic Fantastic, she decided. That would be its name. Lori took her seat at the gleaming black table where the members of Team Paragon gave their weekly reports. They met in the “empty” loft next door to Cinnabar’s and Lori’s own, which served as the team’s headquarters. Thick, steel-reinforced walls made it nearly impenetrable. It had to be, as it housed scientific equipment, vehicles, records, and the teams’ increasingly sophisticated surveillance and computer equipment. It hadn’t been breached… yet, but then, most criminals wouldn’t be so bold. They, along with superheroes, operated in the gray area between the mundane world of law and order and the fantastic realm of science fiction and fantasy, and a code of mutual silence between the two ensured only heavily edited adventures ever made the press. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 03) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 4: Team Paragon Moves Out Lori and Cinnabar walked grimly through the Sexateria doors as soon as the store opened. Cinnabar glanced casually round her, not as an eager shopper but as a seasoned crimefighter: checking faces, postures, and routes of escape, even though it was likely nothing would happen to them in a crowded store. The women of Team Paragon were very careful to keep their mundane identities a secret, but it was possible for the dogged to discover them, just as they had discovered Plastica’s. Lori often wondered why it didn’t cause more problems than it did. Often there seemed to be an unspoken code about superpowers meeting outside of costume. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 04) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 5: Old Enmities Awaken Plastica glanced up from her workdesk long enough to discover which cell phone was ringing, then grabbed it with her free hand. “Hello?” Plastica said, barely remembering to soften her voice into the Paula Jean’s sexy southern drawl. “Paula, it’s me,” Kate Spolington said. “I got your message when I came in this morning and yes, I did look. That mannequin by the dungeon is gone. I looked all over the store, and it isn’t there.” ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 05) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 6: Cinnabar Cubed Noelani waited until Plastica’s red sports car was out of sight, then turned her attention to the condo below. It looked ordinary enough, but there was a blandness to it… it didn’t really looked lived in, despite the scattered clothes and the wigs. The only touch out of the ordinary was the row of crystal dishes pushed up against the dresser mirror. Each contained a different color pill: pink, white, green-and-white, black. So that’s how she keeps three different identities going, Noelani thought. Uppers. ...

Paragon Vs Plastica Chapter 10: Trapped by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) Lori sighed and rolled over in bed, brushing her cheek against Cal’s motionless shoulder. Why do things have to be so complicated and ugly, she thought. She could be living the normal life of a student now, blissfully ignorant of the ugly issues costumed superpowers dealt with every day. She was suddenly envious of Cal. How little he knew. She kissed his shoulder, inhaling the slightly sweet, slightly pungent man- smell. She wasn’t quite ready to go back to HQ yet. He stirred, letting out a deep breath of his own, and her fingertips snaked over his hip to tell her was indeed aroused, and rising fast, warm and solid in her hand. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 10) Chapter 11: Bitter Sacrifice by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) Cal groaned and tried to sit up. Must’ve been a helluva party, he thought. His head hurt, his whole body hurt. He was lying on something hard, a scratchy surface rubbing against his cheek. A blanket? God, whose couch did I crash on? Lori’s? Jason’s? He tried to stretch, his limbs oddly sluggish. I’d better get up before I’m late for soc class… ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 11) Chapter 12: Glittering Prizes by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) Lori watched the warehouse floor with frozen eyes. She was sealed inside a transparent sphere along with a couple hundred gallons of water. She should have drowned, except she was as plastic as the drifting snowflakes circling slowly around her. Snowglobe. I’m trapped inside a giant snowglobe. Her thoughts were slow and muzzy, but she knew Cal must escaped, or Plastica would have been torturing her by threatening to hurt him. Had he made it back to his apartment? Or was he lying dead or dying somewhere in the tangled swamps that surrounded the plant? A dull panic seized her, but found no outlet. Please God, let him be safe… ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 12) Chapter 13: Checkmate by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) Where am I? She couldn’t move; she couldn’t feel. She couldn’t see. But she could hear… faintly… the click of sharp-heeled footsteps, the throb of distant machinery. And she felt the presence of living minds near her, though she couldn’t communicate with them. Only with Scirocco had she been able to do that. But she could sense those familiar to her when they were within telepathic range, and she knew without a doubt they were the missing members of her team. And that all of them trapped. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 13) Chapter 14: Gambit by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) Cinnabar walked slowly across the factory floor, Sabreglass held high before her. Her head was clearing from its fog. She glanced right and left: disused machinery, loading docks, mannequins. In the far distance was a brighter area lit with fluorescent lights. Her memories of the factory were vague, but she knew there was a work area, a warehouse, and a lab, and that had to be the lab. If Plastica was anywhere, she had to be there. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 06) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 7: Defenses Down Sweet Goddess, no! Please don’t let it end like this! Cinnabar struggled vainly against the confines of her plastic tomb. The vibrator squirmed inside her, stimulating her against her will; with every silent pant she lost precious oxygen. Helplessly orgasming, tears streaming from her eyes, she could only stare bleakly ahead as the conveyer belt carried her to her doom. She couldn’t have been rendered any more impotent. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 7) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 8: A Friend Lends a Hand Special thanks to CMQ for lending me Cosmic Girl from his Fem-Fantastique story series. “What’s with you, Lori?” Cal said. Lori halted guiltily by the cafeteria entrance, her arms full of books. She’d called that morning to tell him she couldn’t meet him for lunch. But he hadn’t gotten the message and gone ahead to the cafeteria anyway. “I’m sorry Cal, but I can’t do lunch today.” She hefted the books. “I have a big research project that’s due.” ...

My boyfriend and I are currently living in a female led relationship. I make all of the decisions, manage all of the finances and decide if or when he gets sexual release. He cooks, cleans, does laundry and takes care of my sexual needs. I keep him in constant chastity but do allow him to wank himself before me as a reward for good behavior. He thoroughly enjoys bondage games and is constantly begging to be tied up. It actually gets quite annoying. Today was one of those days. ...