story Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. It was noontime on the State University campus, and in the quad demonstrators were marching. Today it was the turn of the Womyn’s Pacifist Conference. The WPC had a card table set up to hold literature, and maybe a dozen women were parading with signs that said such things as “Might is Never Right”, “Stop the Bombing”, and “Negotiate, Don’t Militate”. A middle-aged campus cop placidly watched, but most of the students ignored the whole thing. ...

Autumn turned around in her chair just in time to see all the girls coming toward her. With all the stress as of late, Autumn didn’t have time for a bunch of whining from the shop girls. All of them stopped in front of her, hands behind their back and big grins on their faces. “And what do you all think you are doing….we got work to mmfffff!!!” Alexandra was the first to act. The small asian girl was faster than anyone realized. She got behind Autumn and clamped a cloth over her mouth to muffle any noise. Autumn started to reach up to grab her long dark shiny hair. But Sandra wasn’t having none of that. She grabbed Autumn’s wrists and held them together. It was quite easy to hold Autumn’s slender wrists and the look Sandra gave Autumn from behind her sandy blond bangs was pure orneriness. “MMFFFF!!!!” Autumn started to kick her socked feet all around. Her denim shorts were tight and helped her start to slide off her chair. She kicked at Lisa with the left foot… that one got caught in mid strike. She flailed out the other at Ayva and that too got caught. Lisa laughed as their imposing redheaded boss now struggled helplessly in her workers grasp. “Ready ladies?” All of them nodded their heads and lifted Autumn off her chair and carried her to the next room. She groaned and strained in their grasp. ...

(story continues from Petgirl Trapped)_ Part Two “And what happened to you Autumn?” Nicole bent over and rest her hands on her knees. Her blond hair was tied up in a bouncy ponytail and fell off to the side, “Mmmmffff!!!!” Autumn grumbled and took her wrapped up “paws” and tried again to get the gag off and motioning for Nicole to let her free. Nicole giggled and patted Autumn on the head, only narrowly dodging a swipe from Autumn for the gesture. Flipping her ponytail back and kicking off her sandals, Nicole walked over to the work desk to snoop a little. Autumn watched in a little bit of envy at Nicole. At least she was wearing a snug pair of shorts and a tee while she was stuck like this. *Autumn’s cell phone goes off, playing a Backstreet Boys song* Nicole turned and looked at Autumn, “You still like that music. You are so lame girl.” The phone was on the desk by Nicole but it might as well have been on the moon. Autumn was not getting to it for help. Nicole sat down in Autumn’s chair… the chair no one else was to be in and crossed her legs and waited for the phone to stop. She picked it up and opened it. “Ah… you got a voice message.” Nicole pressed the button and placed it up to her ear. “My my… Master L has such a handsome sexy voice.” Nicole fluttered her eyes as if she was being swooned. “Mmmfff!!!!!” Autumn turned a new shade of red in her face and tugged against the leash holding her in place. Nicole shut the phone off and looked at the helpless petgirl. Autumn didn’t like the look on her face. She shifted her bound up legs so she would be sitting up..though this gave her a very submissive pet look. “Remember when I was last here and you had your fun with me? Remember the chains, gags, impossible heels, hoods… and all the teasing? Remember how you wished we had more time to play?” Autumn didn’t like where this was going. She pawed a few strands a hair away and shifted on her knees. The ruffles on her panties brushed against the bare part of her calves. Everything about her screamed helpless right now. Nicole spun out of the chair and walked up slowly to Autumn. She stopped just outside of the leashes reach and put her right hand on her hip. “Well hun…. your good and sexy husband just called to let you know that he had the chance to run off on a fishing trip with the boys and wanted to check in with you. Sadly he said that out on Lake Michigan there won’t be no signal so he won’t be checking in on you.” Autumn gulped into her gag at this revelation. She didn’t know what else to do and just sat there. Nicole must have approved of the situation because she walked out and into the storage room in a comfortable manner. Autumn fooled with the leash again… reaching toward the phone but it was just too far. The gag was locked… the binding around her bent legs were also locked. She had to be careful not to get too excited with this corset wrapped tight around her waist. Nicole sauntered back in with a bag, “Are we keeping busy? Whats this? Are we trying to get free again? Shame… bad Autumn… bad girl.” Autumn shot a look of pure venom over at the blond. Talking down to her like.. like… like a bad pet or something. She didn’t know what to expect from Nicole but knew it couldn’t be good. Every move she made over to her she saw. Nicole dropped the bag on the ground then quickly reached over and unhooked the chain keeping Autumn leashed to the door. “MMMFFF!!” Autumn tried to lunge out at Nicole. It was probably the best chance she had. Her legs were worthless but she could still reach out far with her arms, even if the hands her trapped in the bondage paws. All this was anticipated by Nicole though. She quickly got on Autumn’s side and grabbed one arm. Autumn couldn’t respond fast enough and got pushed onto her back. Nicole straddled over Autumn’s corseted waist and held each of Autumn’s wrists with her hands. Autumn bucked and fought as hard as she could, but her legs couldn’t extend and were basically worthless. She just kept grunting and wiggling wildly for a few seconds and started to slow. “Well… this is what it is like to be on top of you. Do you buck and thrash like this for your husband or just putting on a sexy show for me.” Nicole giggled and mocked Autumn. This just brought a new bout of thrashing and fighting from Autumn. But soon she was all used up. She was gasping for air through her nose, her chest was heaving up and down in the corset and having Nicole sitting on her belly didn’t help breathing either. Nicole twisted and forced Autumn onto her belly and quickly got back on top of her..sitting on her ruffled pantied butt. Nicole reached and grabbed the black bag. Autumn could hear the clink of metal inside it. In no time Nicole produced wrist and arm cuffs. It wasn’t too hard to force the cuffs on Autumn’s wrists or upper arms but she was not going to allow Nicole to lock them together. They would become just as useless to her as her legs were and would be reduced to walk on elbows and knees. Nicole sighed and raised up some and sat back down hard on Autumn’s tush… making Autumn grunt. “Now look her… you will allow me to lock those cuffs together.” Autumn shook her head as best she could considering the collar around her neck. Her wild red hair moved back and forth. Nicole grabbed the mass of red and pulled it back… making Autumn yipe in her gag, more out of surprise than pain. She still motioned no. “Oh Autumn Autumn Auutmn… such a tempermental redhead petgirl. It will be fun breaking you in. Now.. as.. I.. was.. saying…” Nicole yanked Autumn hair again with one hand. The other hand reached back and grabbed the soft, tender and very sensitive lower part of Autumn’s butt and pinched hard with her nails. Autumn reeled in the sharp pain and quickly pulled both arms back and allowed Nicole to lock them in place. Nicole patted Autumn on the head and rolled off her. Autumn got her bearings and rose up on her elbows and knees. She wiggled for a sec and the cold realization hit her hard. She was totally helpless. Nicole’s small bare feet stepped into her field of vision. The pink polish on her toe nails seemed to mock her. Autumn tried to lift her head up but between the angle she was forced to stand in and the collar… she couldn’t get no higher than Nicole’s waist. “This is much better I think. No more of that swiping at me.” Nicole moved down and reattached the leash to Autumn’s collar and started to tug at her to follow. Autumn resisted but only for a second. The collar didn’t feel good against her neck as Nicole pulled firmly. Very slowly, Autumn walked on her knees and elbows behind Nicole. After what seemed like an eternity, they both got to the supply room. There sat the cage that they had used for a photo shoot a year ago with. Autumn hesitated. “Oh… I guess you know whats coming. Well… your Mistress needs to freshen up and get a few training items ready for my precious little kitty.” Nicole bent over and gave a quick kiss on Autumn’s head and then pulled hard on the leash till Autumn obeyed and walked into the cage. Nicole shut the door and locked it. Autumn nudged the walls of the cage and they were quite solid. No way out. She reared back on her bound legs and finally got a better view of her confident new Mistress. Nicole stepped out and back into the other room. She soon returned with her sandals back on and with Autumn’s purse. She started to finger around till she produced some keys. “Hmmm… the keys to the Prowler. You don’t mind do you hun? I didn’t think so. Maybe when I get to your place I’ll check out your closet for something fun to wear. Well…. try to rest up. A few hours will go by fast.. for me at least. Buh-bye” Nicole exited the room and left Autumn by herself in the cage. Autumn swore she could hear her Prowler revving up outside and taking off. She struggled in her bonds, her cage.. even her gag but it was no use. What was she going to do and what evil did that bratty blond have in store for her? ...

Crystal waited patiently for the adult magazine photographer to show up and take the photos she agreed to pose for. She had done up her hair in pigtails to make herself look younger as the magazine had requested and had cleared out her bedroom in preparation for the shoot. She was about to call the magazine’s office and find out where the photographer was when the doorbell rang. Throwing a blue bathrobe over her nude form, she walked quickly to the front door and found a red haired woman waiting there with a black handbag hung over her right shoulder. " Hi, my name is Patricia and you must be the model the office has hired for today’s shoot. If you’ll show me the room that you’ve set up, we can start getting your beauty put on film," the photographer said as she shook Crystal’s hand while glancing around the home with a critical eye. Crystal blushed at the compliment and went to show Patricia her bedroom when she noticed the photographer had stopped in the middle of the living room and was unloading her equipment. “Ummm… the room which I set aside is up this set of stairs if you’ll follow me, " she said gesturing towards the stairs in question. Patricia smiled broadly while gently shaking her head. “Thanks but the bedroom portion of the shoot is for later. Right now, I want you to put on the outfit I brought with me so we can start doing the preliminary part of the shoot,” she said pleasantly as she handed Crystal a bundle of clothing. Crystal accepted the bundle with a puzzled look visible on her face, “I don’t understand. I thought you were going to take a series of semi-nude and nude pictures of me. I don’t remember in the contract I signed…” she started to say before Patricia held up her hand and motioned her to stop. “Don’t worry about it, my dear. In the contract, you agreed to a series of shots both clothed and unclothed against different backdrops. For this first series, I thought we could use the living room as a natural backdrop and you posing like a college woman getting home from class,” Patricia said as she started to set up the lights for the photo set. Frowning momentarily, Crystal decided to go along with Patricia for now though she resolved to have a look at her copy of the contract before it was all said and done. She went into the washroom for a few minutes and came out wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, blue wool sweater and Rebike brand sneakers. Patricia nodded in approval and directed her over to the coffee table where she had stacked several text books in a pile. Over the next 45 minutes, Patricia shot several rolls of film with the photos ranging from Crystal posing sexily fully clothed to gradually removing articles of clothing until at the end of the shoot she was clad wearing only her sheer white bra and panties along with her sneakers. “Ok, Crystal, put on your robe while I get the equipment ready to be moved up to the bedroom and set for the other part of the shoot, " Patricia said quietly while taking down her lights and readying to go up the stairs. She paused to label each of the canisters that had film from the first part of the shoot before storing them in her camera bag. Before heading up the stairs herself, Crystal noticed a magazine logo on the side that didn’t look like the one that hired her for the shoot. It was of a nude woman posed rather strangely with the letters L and D written below it .Crystal figured that Patricia was a freelance photographer who took pictures for more than one adult magazine so she didn’t bother asking any questions. Once the two were upstairs, Crystal took off her robe and hopped up on the bed in anticipation of the photos. To her surprise, she saw Patricia pulling out a tall glass item with what looked like a dildo inside it. The photographer explained it was a device that allowed for the insertion of the dildo while at the same time kept her pussy in an O shape for those close-up steamy shots that were popular with readers these days. Crystal nodded though she personally had never heard of much less seen such an item before. The photographer then started to click away as Crystal seductively peeled off her bra and panties to reveal her luscious nude body. After a few shots ofthe brunette cupping her breasts and posing on her hands and knees staring hungrily into the camera, Patricia handed the glass toy to Crystal and told her to insert it slowly while she changed her camera film. Standing with her right knee on the bed and her left leg standing on the floor next to the bed, Crystal gingerly slid the dildo into her pussy and set the glass half on the bed. As the dildo entered her, she felt what she assumed to be lubrication on it making her feel quite good. She laid back on the bed and started to run her hands over her body in a seductive manner while Patricia clicked away. After a few minutes and Crystal’s mind swimming in the pleasure of the toy, Patricia stopped taking pictures and gently removed the toy from Crystal. Crystal pulled herself up on her elbows and, to her surprise, she saw that her pussy was still in the ovular shape that it formed when the glass was in it. She leaned forward and saw that, in addition, the edges looked different.. artificial in nature. " Ummm..Patricia… something’s wrong… I think I’m having an allergic reaction or something due to that glass toy..” Crystal said in a worried voice. She tried to pull herself to her feet but found she didn’t have the strength to so as she fell back onto the bed. Patricia continued to click away " No, it’s not an allergic reaction to the toy’s lubrication. In fact, I would say that it’s working just like it’s supposed to, " she said somewhat smugly. “Working…I don’t understand what you mean… I feel funny..so strange..” Crystal said a bit perplexed as she saw her legs were becoming rather shiny in appearance. She tried to pull them up for a closer look but to her despair they just wobbled in the air before dropping back out of sight. It was like there was no longer any muscles in them and they were just hollow tubes dangling there. Patricia smirked as she put down her camera for a second and pulled a small green tube out of her camera bag next to her. “This is a product known as Dollergel, a rather unique and highly specialized lubricant. I’m not sure how it works and even if I did, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it in your present condition,” she said as she waved the tube at the model lying on the bed. “Doller…doll..gell…I… I don’t understand…what….” Crystal sputtered as she struggled to comprehend what has happening to her. She could see the shininess that was visible on her legs was spreading up her hips and lower torso along with the feeling of little to no strength in that area. Crystal could also see her legs slowly spreading apart of their own volition and refused to respond to her thoughts. Patricia smiled as she put down the tube and resumed taking pictures of Crystal, “To make a long story short, the lubricant converts living flesh into a specific inanimate material and shape… as the name indicates, you’re being transformed into an inflatable fucktoy… love doll.. whatever I want to call… you ! " she said with an evil grin. “LOVE DOLL!..WHAT..WHAT?…WH..WHAT…DOO….YO….?… " Crystal gasped with some difficulty as her ability to speak was rapidly deserting her. She could see seams forming along the sides of her body now as well as running across her lower abdomen. She fell back on the bed flat unable to support herself any longer with her arms, which were taking on the same look of consistency as her legs had. If that wasn’t bad enough, thoughts of herself being treated and used like a sex doll were starting to permeate her rapidly dwindling conscious thought. Crystal could no longer talk or even breathe at all and saw that her lovely breasts had been claimed by the process turning them into two mounds of semi rigid latex and rubber capped by bright pink nipples and surrounded by the seams that she had seen before. Crystal’s head fell back as she was unable to control it like the rest of her body. Her mouth slowly opened of its’ own accord forming a sultry ovular shape with the interior consisting of nothing more than soft rubber. Her eyes were the last parts of her body to be changed and they tracked the woman who had done this to her as she put down her camera and climbed on the bed with the nearly completed sex toy. “You bitch… if I ever return to human form again, I’ll make you pay!…. " the doll thought as its’ eyes changed to nothing more than painted features on its’ face. It laid there as Patricia ran her fingers up and down its’ soft surface pausing to caress the doll’s breasts and brushed her right hand up against the doll’s inviting pussy. Crystal would have screamed out loud at the pleasant sensations she was feeling but as a doll she laid in silence. “If I had known that Woman-to-Doll magazine would be so fun to work for, I would have gone to work for them a long time ago instead of winding up being part of a merger with the mag I used to work for. A great studio for the models to set up in advance of the shoot, a careful process to pick the models to avoid future hassles and so on. Now, one last shot….” the photographer said happily as she climbed off the bed and stood the doll up so it was half sitting on the bed. She retrieved the toy from before and inserted into the doll’s pussy once more though it was much easier this time. Patricia then positioned the doll’s right hand so it was clutching the glass tube and put the doll’s left hand on its’ hip. “This will be great for a cover shot… better get it done before the guys from WD magazine come by to pick her up. She’s part of a promotional giveaway with this photo spread.” Patricia chirped as she snapped two or three pictures of the posed doll. However, when she went to put her camera away, it slipped out of her hand into the bag as she found her strength was draining away. When she looked at her hands, she saw to her horror that they were taking on the same look and appearance as Crystal’s. Patricia looked down as she sagged to her knees and saw a tiny warning label on the side of the tube….. ...

Pills and Valves 1 This is my account of the very weird happenings of cold November days past. This is how I remember it, fuzzy and blurred as my mind was. I received a plain brown package in the mail; it was from my best friend Charlotte. Inside was silk covered box, just like you get cheap jewelry in. The box was taped shut with a note on it to call her before opening. When I called her she was in a big rush to get back to work from her lunch break. She explained to me that she had a complex set of instructions, not much of it was actually necessary, but she just liked the idea that I would be following them to a ‘T’. She made me promise I would do them exactly as she instructed. She quickly gave me the instructions and made me write them down: ...

(story continues from Pills & Valves)_ Pills and Valves 2 In this folded state, I could not think of much. I concentrated all I could to hold an intelligent thought in my mind as I traced back over the events of the day. As a blow-up doll, one has a hard time thinking of anything but sex. I had trusted my best friend and taken a mystery pill. How that pill had turned me into a sex toy I have no idea, but it had been fantastic. After it was all over and I was back to mostly normal in my body (so I thought) my husband had pulled my plug and let me deflate. I had not even remembered that I had a plug; it seemed such a normal thing to have that I had just forgotten. As my body deflated I had turned from flesh and blood into plastic and seams, which was fine with me at the moment. It felt amazing to be laying here, folded perfection, ready to be inflated and used by whoever saw fit to use me in whatever fashion they chose. I wonder who would use me next. Through the mattress I was now stored under I could hear faint noises of doors opening and closing and someone talking. It seemed that Owner had come home and had company. I wonder if he would show me off proudly or leave me hidden from sight. As the mattress lifted and I was covered with the glow of the bedroom light my husband informed me that he had brought someone home that wanted to see me first hand. He said he would be back in a bit. Then the mattress sunk back down and darkness again. My thoughts went to wondering who would use me first; I hoped that I would be pleasing to them. Would it be one of his drinking buddies? Would it be some complete stranger? Would they know who I was from looking at me, or would I be just another fuck toy to them? Would the person like me so much they would offer to buy me? Would I be sold? My thoughts where interrupted by renewed light as someone lifted the mattress. Unfortunately the way I was folded I could not see through the folds of my legs and stomach that covered my face. I was lifted up and placed lightly on the bed. “Do you mind if I inflate her” a familiar voice said. “No Charlotte, I don’t mind.” “Please, leave me alone with her for a little while.” Charlotte replied. I heard the bedroom door shut as Charlotte began unfolding me. She was dressed in a very hot short red summer dress. The dress was short enough that I could ALMOST see her panties from my vantage point. I admired her for her sexy long legs and perfect body. “I bet you are happy to see me. You see, I too was once deflated just like you are now. I know how good it feels, I know that your only desire is to be used, by anyone, even a woman. Well how do you think that I got such a great body? I wanted to come in here and blow you up myself, it’s a truly amazing feeling and I thought a woman’s slow sensual finesse in this matter would send you over the edge properly. Plus I wanted to see you like this, to see what I must have looked like. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.” With that she turned me over on my stomach and began blowing me up. As she did this, she used both her hands to roam over my body. Every time she blew air into me, slowly yet firmly, it felt as though my entire body was a giant sensitive clitoris being licked. With every breath, a small but strong orgasm washed over my body, I could feel the heat of her breath passing into me. When I was almost done filling she took one hand to hold onto my lower back where the air valve was, and her other hand’s fingers found there way into my pussy and anus. She continued blowing me up taunt and fondled my love holes with expertise. The feeling was more than I could handle; I would have blacked out if I could have, but it seemed that there was no brain in my head to pass out with. I almost didn’t notice her flip me over and start fondling my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, playing with what would have been my clit. A new feeling of being lewd came to my awareness. Here I was spread eagle arms out to my sides, unable to move or even blink. Anyone with a desire could use me in any fashion, in any hole, as they liked, and leave me alone again filled with their come and other lubricants. This thought was foreign to me, but it was also terribly exciting. “Well I have to get home sweetie, call me tomorrow and tell me what you thought about my presents. Your lucky that your Owner didn’t go get drunk and bring his friends home, who knows how long you would have been used by a bunch of guys who thought you where just a blow-up version of you. Maybe he would have even lent you out for a couple days or more to help repay some sports game bet. Or maybe it’s unlucky that he didn’t do that, you would have enjoyed every minute of it. Just so you know the next time you are deflated then blown up you will change back to normal, I’ll tell your Owner to make sure and blow you up nice and stiff so you’ll be left permanently with nice firm skin and straight posture.” She flicked my right nipple teasingly and left. “I know we are close friends, so I hope you don’t mind, I’ve wanted to find out what your Owner’s packaging looked like for the longest time, since every time I ask you just blush deeply and smile. Plus I want to make sure he’s nice and hard so he can screw you properly.” “Jim, you can come back in now.” She hollered down the stairs. “Charlotte, what… hey wait!” my husband squawked in surprise to whatever she was doing. “Just checking something, don’t worry; you’ll be alone with your toy in a short minute.” “Oh… ah… (zipper unzipping sound) OH!… hey… Mmmmm… Wohh there…” I could hear a sound like Charlotte was sucking on a limp wet noodle. “Oh stop your whimpering, I just want to see you at full mast.” “Wow, alright that’s enough already.” My husband sputtered. “Well now, no wonder she was to shy to tell me how you where packaged, I would have never believed her anyways, I always took you as a small man. Here take this big boy. See you both later. Enjoy.” Charlotte cooed at us as she escorted herself out. ...

(story continues from Pills & Valves 2)_ Pills and Valves 3 Well, I’m happy to be back to normal, taking a VERY LONG, VERY HOT, very much deserved bath… Thinking back to yesterday was a bit hard, but I managed to piece most of it together from my foggy mind. Meanwhile I found myself idly flicking my clit under the water without even realizing it as I concentrated on remembering as much as I could. My mind still had some adjusting to do. Supposedly the mental effects the valve had not totally worn off yet. After Charlotte had left, my husband had left me cold and alone on the bed for a few minutes looking at something. My best bet was that whatever it was he had, it was from Charlotte. I could hear him still standing at the bedroom door, mumbling something to himself as if he was reading. After a while he came over to the bed and sat down next to me, my heart raced. All I had wanted at that time was to get fucked. To get used like a good toy should. My mind was in another place since my body was not my normal body. I had just been blown back up after being left deflated under the mattress like any other blow-up doll, not being used, would. I remember how it felt to be filled with air, being lighter than ever in my life by at least 100x fold. Speaking of folds, I was glad, at the time that Charlotte had blown me up. It was nice to be filled; in fact being filled with air was almost the same feeling as being filled with cock, just all over my body at once. My husband sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, I could feel him just sitting there, but in my position I could only see the back of his head. I could not move, even my eyes, I could not blink, and I could think of nothing but getting fucked. I was truly a toy, I remember being able to feel the objectification in my own mind, and I loved it. I’m not an advocate of objectifying living women, but wow it had felt great BEING an object. No worries, well almost no worries, I did have to wonder if I would be enjoyable and please my user like a good toy. Considering that though, there where very little worries as a toy. Laying here in the tub I can still remember that my mind at the time had a very hard time comprehending the name of anyone around me. Charlotte and Jim had just been “User” or “Owner” in my mind. It felt better to call them that, that’s what a toy would think right? After a while my husband had said something about going soft, and wanting to watch some TV and plan for tomorrow. From memory all I can guess is that he watched about an hour of TV, and then came back upstairs. In the bedroom he popped in a DVD porno and watched one of his favorite’s scenes he had shown me one day. I felt my husband pick me up and stand me, leaning against the bed. He put a towel at my feet to hold me in that position. From this vantage point I could now see the TV, and was glad for it. The movie was of a woman, tied to a framed bondage bed in doggy style position with her legs tied very tightly at the ankles and knees, there was no way she could move her legs even a bit. Her arms where tied out in front of her almost as far as they could go. Then there was a large, one foot wide leather belt around her waist, tied up above her to the frame of the bondage bed. There was a ring gag in her mouth and a dildo on a pole pushed through the ring gag. If she pulled back as far as she could go the dildo was still about one inch inside of her mouth and if she moved forward as far as she could go the entire 10 inches of the dildo would disappear and she could close her lips around the thin metal pole that held the dildo tight. ...

(story continues from Pills & Valves 3)_ Pills and Valves 4 Coming home I had to stop twice on the side of the road and beg Jim to fuck me senseless. I was coming up with all kinds of ways to get Charlotte back, and some of them where just too good to pass up a good daydreaming orgasm. Here I was covered in a bathing suit of living latex, which was, amazingly enough, my husband Jim. Charlotte had been up to her tricks and my husband had been in on it this time instead of me. I had expected a quiet day to relax at the store, but no, they had other plans for me. Instead I had endured being fucked in both holes all day. Licked and sucked and poked and felt up in more ways than physically possible. I lost count of orgasms, but I must have had about 100 tiny, tiny orgasms that I barely noticed and at least 8-10 huge orgasms since this morning. My husband knew my body, knew what to do, and he was now literally the ultimate tool to do it. Getting home I expected to find Charlotte downstairs sitting on the couch but she was not there. I remembered telling her this morning to come to my place but I don’t know why I had just expected her to comply. I had myself a light snack, and kicked back to watch some TV. I stripped off my skirt and sweater and sat down on the floor and pressed Jim hard into me. It felt kind of sexy to be wearing only my husband and a pair of high heels. He took all of this as a clue and began the slowly escalating his movements, starting off simple, then working his way up to more and more complex stuff. I was rapidly approaching a new and glorious orgasm when he slowed. I just sat back and relaxed, as if I was in a Jacuzzi. He teased me for what seemed 10 minutes, and then he expanded his two cocks inside me, again filling me to capacity. I scooted my butt forward and lay myself down on the floor flat, ready to savor the coming orgasm. Instead Jim stopped all of his movements and just began thumping and pulsing his cocks in me, each playing a different countering rhythm. If they had been in unison this might have actually been enough to get me over the edge, but, like I said Jim knew what he was doing. The two different rhythms where very pleasurable but they where also distracting, I could not get over the edge. I tried to play with myself, forgetting yet again that his latex body was shielding any outside stimuli to my most sensitive spots. Writhing around on the floor in a fit of pre-ecstasy, and bumped my head on something soft. Now distracted even more, I looked to see what it was; a day bag. I sat up, Jim stopped. I realized that this was Charlotte’s day bag that she takes with her when we’ve gone on short trips. I opened the bag and found a sealed box with a lock on it, and enough clothes for about 4 days. I searched the bag and found no key, and nothing else of real interest. “Keep playing honey, I’m gonna go check something”. I said to Jim. He started humming into my clit, but I shushed him and he decided to slowly fuck my pussy instead. Slightly distracted I searched the downstairs, the garage, and the back yard (just peaking out of the shades). Finding nothing I started my search of the upstairs. I found nothing abnormal in the study or the spare guest room, but what I found in the master bedroom surprised me greatly. You would have figured that after the last 2 days events that there would not be much left in the world that would surprise me, but there she was, Charlotte. Charlotte was on the bed, spread eagle, wrists and ankles tied to the posts. She had a gag in her mouth. It looked as though it was a penis gag but I could not really tell through the leather pad that completely covered her lips from any sound escaping. I stood in the doorway for a bit trying to figure out what to do. I imagined that if any single man walked into this room to find such a sight, they would know exactly what to do, but I simply didn’t. I’ve always been bisexual, in my opinion most girls, if they put there mind to it and set aside their jealousy and competitiveness, would realize that they could enjoy the company of another woman, even if they where not bisexual. But I’ve always been too jealous, and maybe a little to nervous to follow up on my secret desires. Totally clueless of the goings on, Jim kept screwing me softly, slowly, silently. Charlotte, looked over and saw me, she eyed me up and down. I could not tell what she was thinking, but from the look of her flushed face and chest I could tell she was really in an excited state. It looked like she had been flushed like that for a while. She looked down at her chest with a slight look of panic and started to wiggle, I saw something white fall off her chest onto the bed and I could see her trying to cover it up with her body. I walked over to her and pulled the paper out from behind her back. ...

In addition to being lifestyle Rubberists, my husband, Bob, and I are “restrained” exhibitionists. We like to wear all kinds of erotic latex gear and dildoes under street clothes and then go out to dinner, shopping or other places. We get a thrill knowing that people can look right at us without being aware that we are being erotically stimulated. We had given each other a small padlock and a silver neck chain on our wedding night. We would “lock” each other into some sort of latex garment and keep the key to the other’s padlock on the chain around our necks. Bob could not remove his rubber garments until I allowed him to, and vice versa. We made beautiful love to each other for hours this way. It was a lot of fun and didn’t hurt anyone. ...

Lisa White Owl stepped back from polishing and took a long look at her latest work of art. It was not one of her usual works, like the bronze eagles and buffalos and pumas that were scattered throughout her studio. This was a work that she created for herself out of dark cherry, deer leather, brass pipe and brass fittings that she had cast out back in her own small foundry. It had been a dream of hers and now the bondage bench she had dreamed of was now in front of her. ...

I’ve been experimenting with self-bondage for some time now. I remember with fondness my earlier attempts back as far as junior high school; back when I hadn’t even known there was such a thing as bondage. At that time I had little equipment at hand aside from some lengths of rope and some old panty hose pilfered from my mother. But I made do, and in the course of the years to follow I began to experiment more and gather paraphernalia. ...

Emily‘s eyes closed as she dozed on the train. On impulse she had taken her redundancy pay and set off to explore the world, but the overnight flight had taken its toll and overtaken the excitement of the journey. The trip was inspired by the last book that she had returned to the shelf in the library where she had worked. In it was a business card doubling as a bookmark. She took it out and read “Zulu Taxis. Zulu Halt and Zulu City”. The last line was a telephone number. What a strange name! She had taken the business card and looked it up on the Internet that night. On impulse she had called the number from the airport and booked a pick up from Zulu Halt for later the same day. ...

(story continues from Pit Pony) Part 2 It was nearly dark before Emily heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. To her surprise, she saw that it was Diane’s car and not John’s. It stopped near the farmhouse and Emily saw Diane walk round the car and help John across to the house. Because of the approaching darkness, Emily was unable to clearly see John’s face and his condition. After a long wait, Diane came over to her with some food and explained that he was not as fit as he thought he was and she was remaining for a few more days. After Diane had returned to the farmhouse, Emily realised that she had not released her arm binder and she was obliged to eat the food from its bowl on the floor like any animal. She was surprised to discover how used to the binder she had become and that she had not thought about it until it was too late. Climbing into bed some minutes later, she was forced to pull the bedclothes up using her teeth. ...

(story continues from Pit Pony 2) Part 3 They spent a restless night, but for the wrong reason. At dawn, Emily lay on the mattress ineffectually trying to dislodge the many ants crawling over her body, which was difficult without the use of her hands. Eventually, she sat up and struggled to her feet. Her movements woke John, who appeared impervious to the attention of the ants. “It’s no good,” she cried, “We’ll have to find a way of stopping them before tonight.” ...

(story continues from Plant(ed)1: Her First) Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan. This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my studies and my interviews over the last few weeks. While my wife was busy enjoying her so-called self bondage adventure inside of our illegal alien plant I did some research online. You see my wife let our alien plant take her into it and I had to spend so much time alone wondering if she would even come out alive that I worried, so I did research. What I found where many different and strange plants that had been found near the meteor crater. This story is a short about one of these plants. ...

Note from author: I warn you that you probably won’t get a lot of this if you have not read the rest of the plant series. Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert I should say that by now I am an expert on the alien plants. That being said I am also an addict. You see I’m a soldier stationed in the village near the crater crash site. My assignment is the most boring I have ever had, in or out of the military. The entire village population had been forced to move into quarantine after the crash and to hold up the appearance that nothing was amiss in this town we had populated the entire area with military folk acting as village folk. Most of the military folk had experience with this or that and were useful in the research or confinement of the alien plant species popping up all over the area around the meteorite crash site. ...

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert) Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends The next couple of days I went out and did basically the same thing and every day the urges to go do it again got stronger and stronger. I barely even remembered that at one time I had been disgusted at the idea of being molested by an alien plant, now I was submitting myself to them fondling me daily. My excuse to myself was that it was just a really safe place (safe from human eyes at least) to go sun tanning. After only two days I realized that instead of using my vibrator (which I still used) to disarm the plants ability to suppress the sense of touch, I found that using a military transmitter used to control remote vehicles and such produced more than enough “electrical interference” that I could feel the bulbers all over my body while I sun bathed. Now that I had become more comfortable with the entire process of sunbathing and avoiding the jeep patrols I got a little more daring. I wanted to sunbathe longer than usual so instead of sneaking out of the fence and having to open and close the hole I decided to hide inside the forest just past the charred zone inside the fence, while the patrol Jeep passed. ...

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends) Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted After I fed my “husband” breakfast and he went off to work, I began to think about my situation. I had a “new friend” and I knew that if I went to him… well I’m calling the pitcher plant a him because it makes me feel less guilty that I’m thinking of it sexually, even though I know that most flowers are naturally both sexes it just felt better to call him a him. Anyways I knew that if I went back to him that I would just crave it more. I tried to steel myself against going to him but somehow I was drawn back to that forest! I just had to see him one more time, and thinking about him almost as if he were a boyfriend or a lover… That morning, while doing chores to distract myself from thoughts of him, a warm feeling like the idea of going to see a lover that has been distant for a long while, would wash over me whenever I thought of going to his spot in the forest. I was almost even starting to think of “rabbit” as our pet. ...

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted) Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole” Today I am going to give myself to the pitcher plant, well at least my lower body. I figure if I let it take me to the belly button should be safe. I prepared myself by taking a brisk shower and shaving my pussy. I didn’t have to shave my legs because last night all the hair that was left on my right leg had fallen out, leaving a mess in my bed, but a beautiful healthy sheen on my leg so that it matched my right leg. My arms had done the same and my breasts felt perkier and more sensitive than they had in years. I wondered if that was because of the plant’s restoration properties or because of elevated hormone levels from the sting yesterday. That being said, I wondered which hormone’s levels had been changed, and how would that affect my body and my reactions. ...

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”) Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening Waking up I found that I was now trapped inside of what felt like a bag of mucus. Realizing where I was I wondered for a moment how I could breath, even as I wondered my body automatically took another “breath” of the liquid and amazingly enough it seemed to be supplying me with oxygen. Every once in a while I would gag on the texture and swallow some due to the fact that I’m not used to breathing liquids, but on the whole it was not as difficult to breath as you would think. ...