SPOILER ALERTS This story describes the origins of Phoebe as well as many of her motivations and methods. If you prefer the mystique and any mystery of Phoebe’s misadventures, then you may not care for this one. Additionally, it has some heavy-handed dramatic themes which also influence how the character might come off. Just be aware, that as with any prequel, this story may offer some viewpoints left best in the dark to certain readers. ...

(story continues from Preppie Dolls) CONTENTS WARNING NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes and throat.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Shemale on female intercourse; Body Control; NC intercourse; Humiliation; Breast enlargement & mild body alteration; Rubber doll transformation; Mind suppression; Mind manipulation; Mental reconditioning; Orgasm Denial; Enslavement. Forced Feminization (girlification of tom-boy). Foot Fetish. Part 1: Lizzie Phoebe sat in the corner of the class, staring and starry eyed at the girl she had quietly crushed on for the last few months. Although Phoebe had befriended several of Liz’s friends since transferring to her school, the two girls had little in common. Phoebe was quite feminine, and rather proud of it. She was known for her fluffy slippers, fuzzy socks, silky hair, and pretty outfits. She may have dressed a little dark, preferring blacks and purples, nevertheless she was always quite notably female, at least now. ...

(story continues from Preppie Dolls 1: Lizzie) CONTENTS WARNING NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes and throat.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Shemale on female intercourse; Body Control; NC intercourse; Humiliation; Breast enlargement & mild body alteration; Rubber doll transformation; Mind suppression; Mind manipulation; Mental reconditioning; Orgasm Denial; Enslavement. Forced Feminization (girlification of tom-boy). Foot Fetish. Part 2: Snugbunny Phoebe rolled about in bed with a soft giggle and a gentle moan as she stirred into a long stretch, before kicking the sheets off her bed. She raised her feet, clad in black ballerina slippers into the air, and wiggled her toes within the confines of their pink tights to wake them up so she would be able rest her feet on the ground. As she continued to stretch, she looked down, smiling and blushing at her erection showing clearly under her black, soft, cotton ‘Goodbye Kitty’ Nightshirt. She rolled over as her leg draped something warm and rubbery and giggled with a squeak as she cuddled her former maid, and looked to Lizzie posed near the wall. It was no wonder she had wood, after spending the weekend getting intimately acquainted with her new dolly. ...

(story continues from Preppie Dolls 2: Snugbunny) CONTENTS WARNING Forced Feminzation (MTF Sissification); NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes and throat.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Male on shemale intercourse; Mild Body Control; NC intercourse; Breast Augmentation and Moderate body alteration; Mind Suppression; Rubber doll transformation; Mind manipulation; Sexual reconditioning; Orgasm Denial; Enslavement. Severe Behavior conditioning and alteration. Foot Fetish. Part 3: BoiToi Phoebe stretched and squeaked, her toes pointing in mid-air in her Japanese loose socks, the baggy legging hanging lazily off her ankles, as the young “girl” happily awoke to a new day. As she stood up, she giggled as the soft socks cushioned her feet hitting the floor, and the legging slouched down around her ankles and heels. She smiled at the enjoyable sensations and retied her crimson kimono nightgown, draping it over her morning erection. Her smile then turned cutely sinister as she recalled last night, and turned her head back to the mass of shivering pink rubber that had been resting beside her. Nikki hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. Nyx was still well aware, trapped inside the rubber coating, but more so was trapped in her own pleasure. Terrified and shamed, her mind was becoming convoluted. Thoughts of escape seemed like thoughts of losing everything. Fear of surrender was becoming anxiety over being able to perform her tawdry tasks to Phoebe’s liking. Independence was beginning to feel like betrayal, of her mistress, and of her own body. ...

(story continues from Preppie Dolls 3: BoiToi) CONTENTS WARNING Forced Feminzation (Sissification; Mild cuteification); NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Female on shemale intercourse; Cunnilingus; NC intercourse; Mild body alteration; Rubber Doll Transformation; Mental Manipulation and Reeducation; Sexual reconditioning; Enslavement; BDSM (Foot worship, Moderate Discipline; Pleasure torture; Orgasm Denial; NC slave training & enslavement/ Forced submission; Role reversal); Orgasm denial; Severe behavior conditioning and alteration. Foot Fetish. ...

If you are under 18 years of age, or are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and other activities and expressions of an adult nature, please stop reading at the first opportunity after this paragraph. Part 1: Diana Dianne wearily extracted her white stockinged leg from her car, dropping one of her conservative, plain cream pumps on the garage floor, and paused to stare at her fallen shoe which lay rocking on the black tarmac. Her layoff had finally come today and she had just driven home on habit alone. Once the familiar commuting ritual was over, reality began to sink in and she felt too drained get out of her car. At last, she resolved to climb out, extending herself to her slim, athletic 5'5". Dianne had felt good this morning so she had worn her favorite cream crepe business suit with its matching knee length skirt, and had accented it with an emerald green silk blouse which complimented her green eyes. With a sigh of determination she freed her long, strawberry-blonde hair from its hairdini bun. Having made herself feel slightly better, she lifted her head and swiftly walked to her apartment. ...

Chapter 1 Cassie strained against the clinging bondage tape that trapped her arms behind her back. It was so tight that her elbows were crushed together. It was more than she was used to, and her shoulders burned with cramp, but it was what she needed right now. She was helpless, absolutely at his mercy. She kept it foremost in her mind, determined not to let anything undermine the moment. She mustn’t think about the plan. ...

(story continues from Pretenders) Chapter 2 Sunday evening, Cassie was shattered. Gabe been out of bondage all day, and he hadn’t let up on her. It had been one mad passionate pounding assault after another. She was a doll that had been picked up and shaken, her joints aching. Her ribs were murder. Her hips felt like they were coming apart. She couldn’t let him see how exhausted she was. If he saw through her acting he might feel guilty. It would ruin everything for him, and that wouldn’t be right or fair. ...

(story continues from Pretenders 2) Chapter 3 The mystery guy made Cassie wait while he opened the hotel mini-bar and poured a generous nip of gin into a cut-glass tumbler that looked like it would hold a liter without filling it. Like the rest of the room it had an ambiance of dated luxury. “Drink. You need to relax a bit.” “I’m not on edge. I just need to cum.” Her wrists were sore in the cuffs. It was an act of willpower not to squirm in an attempt to make them more comfortable. ...

Part One Christina lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it made slow, lazy circles above her. “Hemmin, hemmin, hemmin,” it seemed to say to her in its perpetual hum. “Hello, Mr. Ceiling Fan,” she murmured. “How easy life is for you. How easy, how predictable. Last year at this time you were spinning above me, not a care in the world. I lay here looking up at you and was much the same. Tomorrow you will still be spinning here, going around, and around, and around, your place in the world assured, but I…” ...

Caroline is my name. I am just out of High School and I want to go to Harvard University . I need someone’s help. If you have a few moments, please come and release me from this torment! It started a month before the school prom. I wanted to get Harvey Williams to ask me to the prom. I did not know that the school bully Pamela Cheeseman also wanted him to ask her. I had been hanging around him as much as I could. I even became a cheerleader for the school, just so I could dance near him, hoping he would ask me. ...

The full page ad in the Sunday news paper was sure to get attention. Grand opening Aladdin’s Market! Exotic foods and merchandise from the Middle East. In conjunction with Saturday’s Solar Eclipse, Come and see an Egyptian princess mummified and buried alive as a sacrifice to Ra the Sun God. If the sacrifice works and the sun does return, join us for the street dance featuring Joe and the pharaohs! Come one and all and rock like an Egyptian. Anyone coming dressed as King Tut will get a 15% discount on their first purchase! ...

It was a normal day, not unlike any other day, Joe had just left the local market and ran across an old friend. Sue was blonde with some graying, an older woman of about her mid to upper forties, she’d always been somewhat of an obsession of Joe’s, ever since working with her at the workshop. She smiled at him and winked as they passed each other, ”Hi stranger” she said as they passed. Surprised Joe turned around and returned the greeting. “How you been doing?” she asked. ...

I suddenly found myself without a job. There was a sudden and particularly messy “divorce” from my former employer with lots of ill-feelings and name-calling. They fired me for being incompetent over something I did not even do. I was devastated. My Master tried to console me with our usual rubber submission games but they all seemed so empty and short-lived. They were a pleasurable for the moment but would soon be forgotten. Tomorrow I would once again be the girl whose career had been smashed. ...

Chapter One Susan woke up early, and slid quietly out of the bed, leaving Tom, her new boyfriend still asleep. Creeping still naked to the kitchen, she started the coffee and turned up the thermostat. She loved being naked, especially when she knew she was being watched… there on the huge kitchen table were her three pets, naked, shivering young men, barely three feet tall squeezed into tiny barred bird cages made just for them. ...

(story continues from R.A.B.B. Revenge Against Bad Boyfriends) Chapter Two Susan had barely made it back to the kitchen when her friend Patty appeared at the back door. Still naked, Susan hurriedly opened the door and ushered Patty into the warm kitchen. “Hello little boys” Patty said with a comfortable smile to the two still shaking and shivering naked bodies in the cages nearby. Patty approached her old boyfriend Ricky and stared a moment at the still nice hunk of meat between his legs. At half size now, it was still 4 or 5 inches long. Patty reached thru the bars and stroked him just enough to get him arroused and erect, then she pulled her hand back and left him throbbing. ...

Wendy arrived home after another boring day working at the government job she had and looked forward to spending the weekend with her boyfriend Jake. However, to her dismay, she found a note waiting for her saying that he had been called away at the last moment to a conference out of town and that he wouldn’t be back until Friday. “Well, that sucks!” the blonde haired woman muttered as she tossed her purse on a nearby chair and flopped onto a nearby couch. “What the hell am I supposed to do for fun now?” Wendy muttered as she ran her right hand through her blonde locks. For something to do, she started leafing through a few of the magazines on a nearby table. After a few minutes of this, Wendy was about to set aside the books and head off to shower and get ready for the upcoming evening when she paused halfway off the couch and her eyes widened in amusement. “Oooh, do I have an idea. Where’s that magazine that Jake subscribes to with all the stuff about dollies and stuff like that?” Wendy said as she got down on her hands and knees and looked under the couch for the magazine. She had recalled that her boyfriend had quite an intense interest in inflatable love dolls though his feelings were not confined to the use of them in bed. Jake avidly followed the history of how the modern love dolls had evolved with all the different models and makes produced by companies on a worldwide basis. He talked with other doll devotees over the internet for hours at a time and had a fairly long list of bookmarked sites that he regularly visited. Jake had even tried his hand at writing stories or doing photo manipulations revolving one or more love dolls but was disappointed to find no site to post his work at. However, Jake also found himself time to make use of the dolls that he had acquired through store owners, online auction sites and a few contacts he had in Europe and North America. From Wendy’s perspective, this proved to be a problem when she learned of her boyfriend’s fetish. She made Jake promise to never use any of his dollies while she was around and to keep them out of sight as much as possible. One night, though, shortly after the two started to live together and Jake was away on an overnight trip, Wendy decided to indulge her own curiosity and got what looked like a doll Jake had recently purchased out of a hall closet. After she inflated the sex toy, she saw that it was very realistic with a very inviting mouth and other openings. She even debated playing with it herself but decided to restrict herself to just feeling the surface with her hands. With this in mind, Wendy started to go through the magazine ’ Adult Doll Collectors ’ she had found to see if there was anything advertised that Jake might like for a surprise gift. After going through articles with titles such as ’ Inflatable vs Solid - Which are the Better Dolls? ’ and ’ Do Women Collect Love Dolls? YES!’, Wendy came to a full page color ad that drew her interest. ’ Make Your Girlfriend/Wife Your Dream Dolly!! ’ was the ad’s title. According to the description, the ad seemed to be pitching some sort of ointment that could make a woman resemble the most amazingly realistic love doll a man would ever see. In addition to the ointment, the ad promised an instructional DVD as well as a ’ double your money back if you’re not 100 % satisfied! " guarantee. There was the usual testimonies from past purchasers saying how much they enjoyed the product, made for better sexual relationships, will use it again and again, etc. on the left side of the ad with a blurb on the right saying that replacement quantities of the cream can be bought by customers at any time. Although the listed price for the package was a bit steep in Wendy’s point of view, she figured surprising Jake by appearing to like one of the love dolls he collected would be worth it. Looking at the bottom of the ad, Wendy saw that if the product was ordered over the internet or phone, the company promised delivery within 48 hours. Glancing at a calendar on the wall, she figured that she could get the package and have herself ready for Jake’s return. Her smile grew broader when she remembered that Friday was also Jake’s birthday and if everything went according to plan, it would be one Jake would never forget……… ...

(story continues from Real Bondage For Anne! Part 2) Authors note; Though the characters in this story are real people, this story is pure fiction and never really took place. I wrote this story especially for my friend Anne Woolsey, who is also an excellent fetish writer in her own right! You can find some of her stories right here on Gromets Plaza. I would also like to give a special thanks to KobeLee for allowing me to use her as a character in this story. You can find Kobe at her home page, www.kobelee.com There, you will find links to her other modeling sites too, including her profile and lots of nice pics! ...

Authors note; Though the characters in this story are real people, this story is pure fiction and never really took place. I wrote this story especially for my friend Anne Woolsey, who is also an excellent fetish writer in her own right! You can find some of her stories right here on Gromets Plaza. I would also like to give a special thanks to KobeLee for allowing me to use her as a character in this story. You can find Kobe at her home page, www.kobelee.com There, you will find links to her other modeling sites too, including her profile and lots of nice pics! ...

(story continues from Real Bondage For Anne!) Authors note; Though the characters in this story are real people, this story is pure fiction and never really took place. I wrote this story especially for my friend Anne Woolsey, who is also an excellent fetish writer in her own right! You can find some of her stories right here on Gromets Plaza. I would also like to give a special thanks to KobeLee for allowing me to use her as a character in this story. You can find Kobe at her home page, www.kobelee.com There, you will find links to her other modeling sites too, including her profile and lots of nice pics! ...