Chapter 1 The phone rang just as Ryan stepped into the kitchen from the basement stairwell, dusty gym bag in hand. A glance at the display showed that his wife was calling. “Hi, Rebecca. Conference still going strong?” “Just breaking up for dinner sessions. Did you remember to eat?” “Of course. I don’t fall completely apart when you’re away. I had a nice salad at The Cafe and picked up a few snacks on the way home.” Ryan placed the bag on the table, trying not to make any noise. “No interesting mail. No messages.” ...

(story continues from Rebecca’s Reason)_ Chapter 2 “Oh, shit!” Ryan began humping and sliding across the floor toward the knife by the bathroom. The race was no contest. With the need for stealth gone, Holly ran into the room and grabbed the rope wrapped around his knees, hauling him back to the floor at the foot of the bed. “Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Holly’s voice was steady, as though she handled bound men in lingerie every day. ...

Recycled - Part One I met my girlfriend Lisa some five years ago. We both worked at a local supermarket in Brooklyn, she being a cashier while I was a stock clerk. We hit it off pretty well, friendly like at first; taking lunch and breaks together, riding the same train going home, that sort of thing. It took a couple years before we actually became a couple though, and that only happened through a queer twist of fate. ...

(story continues from Recycled) Recycled: Part 2 I spent a long and restless night bound and gagged and triple wrapped in plastic garbage bags set roughly on the cold, hard floor of the hallway… How had I come to this you might ask? Hell, I was asking that myself, over and over. It had been my idea, truly, though it had not taken much convincing on my part. The bondage part was nothing new of course. My girlfriend, Lisa and I had been playing bondage games for a few years now, ever since we finally discovered that we shared the common desire and fetish. Most generally I was the recipient of her ‘tender’ mercies as I was the one who was more submissive while she often showed that she had crueler, wicked tendencies, at least in our games. Nothing severe mind; Lisa loved having me under her control and power on occasion, and for my part I reciprocated. I loved being tied and got off on the humiliation and embarrassment of being bound and gagged to her whim, then held, sometimes for hours at a time while she walked about our apartment, flaunting her freedom. ...

(story continues from Recycled 2) Recycled: Part 3 Author’s Note: I noticed a couple discrepancies between Parts 1 and 2. Nothing major I suppose, but I wanted to explain. First, the name of the main protagonist shifted from Ken to Kirk between the first two parts. Also, the packing in the victim’s mouth changed from a scarf to crusty socks. I blame this on the fact that I wrote the 2 issues on 2 separate computers. My own fault, in my rush to get the story off, though I read through for grammar, I didn’t read for continuity’s sake. In this part 3 I kept the errors in place as the former did not seem consequential, and the latter actually added to the story. Hopefully it reads well… ...

Lydia returned home from a hard day at work, she worked in an office at the local recycling centre and often found herself working long boring hours. One of the things she looked forward to on her returning home was her flatmate Fiona, who had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. They would often share their secrets to each other, and often these would be of a sexual nature. Fiona had learned of Lydia’s love of being tied up and treated as an object, and had treated her friend to some games as her way to help her relax when she’d come home from work. ...

Nancy giggled as she opened up the door to her apartment and sauntered inside. She tossed her purse onto a nearby couch and fell into a nearby chair while running her hands in a fatigued way over her face. Going home from her favorite night club Studio 69 at 3 am was a little difficult for her considering the amount of alcohol she had drunk that night. Nancy managed to fend off the numerous offers from guys at the club for her to go home with them and caught a taxi home while she was still conscious. “Next time I go to the club, I’m going to have to remember to start refusing to accept free drinks. Ooooh…! " the dark haired beauty muttered as she ran her hands through her hair. Nancy was going to go online for a bit and check to see if any of her friends were in the various chat rooms at that time but frankly she was exhausted so she headed for a nice hot shower and sleep afterwards. Next morning, after Nancy had her breakfast and got dressed to start her day, she checked her computer for any messages that might have been left for her when she was at the club the night before. After clicking through the usual amount of spam as well as proposals from various anonymous guys wanting to have online sex with her, she came across an email from Jacques aka “Toymaker”. Nancy and Jacques had talked online for about 2 1/2 years and had developed a friendly and trusting relationship to the point where the two exchanged Xmas cards last year. The email from Jacques stated that he had just got a new job as head of product development for a major national company that was well paying and came with lots of perks. It went on to say that he’d be coming to visit her in a week and he’d even send some samples the day before his visit for her to have a look at and make use of them if she wants. “Gee, isn’t that nice of Jacques? He gave me the impression in our online chats of being an ambitious guy who would do anything to get ahead at whatever he undertook. Well, right now, I’ve got to get over to my neighbor Lucinda and see if she’s going to give me back that $300 she owes me. If she begs off one more time, I don’t know what I’m going to do….” Nancy muttered as she headed towards the door and to talk with her neighbor. 6 days later….. Nancy opened up the lid to the cardboard box that was sitting on her kitchen table with a certain measure of excitement and anticipation. Seeing Jacques’ name on the outside made Nancy more than a little curious as to its’ contents. However, she was surprised to find inside a wide variety of adult sex toys and other products that she had seen for sale at the local adult shops. “Geez, I didn’t think Jacques would go to work for that kind of company. I always pictured him wearing a business suit trying to get people to buy the latest hot stock or mutual fund. If he’s selling these kind of novelty items, he must have some kind of angle to this somewhere,” Nancy muttered to herself as she looked over the various colorfully packaged items. The auburn haired woman was about take one of the items out of its’ packaging and see if it was any good when she heard a knock on her front door. Going over to the door, she opened it expecting to find Jacques standing there but instead she found her neighbor Lucinda. “Hi, Nancy! I thought I’d swing over and see if I could borrow a few movies to watch tonight. My date canceled just a few minutes ago and I don’t have a thing to do tonight, " Lucinda chirped as she walked briskly inside wearing a blue bikini top with a white mesh wrap over the bottom part. “Geez, is there anything Lucinda wouldn’t borrow? I better not let her get near Jacques if he turns out to be a really cool guy…” Nancy thought to herself as she closed the door and walked over to her energetic guest with a broad smile on her face. Lucinda had found the box Jacques had sent and was busy looking over the contents of it like a kid going through gifts under a Xmas tree. Her eyes sparkled with interest as she examined the various packages and reading the descriptions of the contents. When she came across a red and white striped vibrator that promised to play a musical melody after five minutes of continual usage, Lucinda turned to Nancy with a bright gleam in her eye. “Can I have this one please? I promise to give you whatever money it cost you no matter what! " the red haired Lucinda chirped in a pleading voice one normally associated with an eight year old child. “Umm.. well, you see…” Nancy started to say before she found herself being hugged tightly by Lucinda. “Thanks, Nancy! I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know just how good this baby works. Bye!” Lucinda said before dashing out the door leaving a flabbergasted Nancy standing there with her mouth partly opened and her right hand up in the air ready to gesture for a point she never got to make. “Umm..bye…” Nancy muttered softly as she heard the door across the hall where Lucinda lived open and close quickly. Shaking her head, the auburn haired beauty walked over to the box and looked through it herself for something to have fun with. After a minute or two, she pulled out a bright red plastic dildo that promised “hours and hours of erotic pleasure!” according to the packaging. She was about to take the sex toy out for some private testing when she heard her cell phone ring from her bedroom. Putting the dildo down, Nancy hurried off to answer it. She was happy to discover it was Jacques, who was calling to tell her that he had just arrived in town and wanted to know if she got the package he sent her. When she told him yes, he went on to say that he’d appreciate it if she could try some of them out and let him know what she thinks about them. Laughing out loud, Nancy told Jacques that she’d test out the items as thoroughly as possible and her neighbor across the hall had already borrowed one item to try out. After a few moments of silence, Jacques said he hoped everyone like the stuff and he’d be over around midnight to talk and reminisce about their previous chats. “Same old Jacques.. always wanting opinions he can use for himself somewhere down the line…” Nancy thought to herself after saying good-bye and hanging up. She headed off to her bedroom to pick out an outfit for Jacques’ visit later on that night. After stripping down to her red silk stockings and black shoes, Nancy rifled through her closet for several minutes looking for just the right thing to wear. Finding nothing that really sparked her imagination, the auburn haired woman wandered back out to the living room where she saw the shiny red dildo sitting on the table waiting for her to play with it like any of the toys she had when she was younger. Giggling out loud for a second, Nancy strolled over and ripped open the packaging on the dildo where, to her surprise, she found a small tube included with the sex toy. “Lubricating for love - make it a smooth and pleasant journey” was the product’s claim for what was obviously a cream to be applied to the dildo before usage. Taking the two items in her hands, Nancy strolled over to where she had her imitation bear rug lying on the floor and sat down on it with her legs slightly splayed. Unscrewing the top to the tube, she squeezed a generous amount into her left hand which she then applied to the end of the dildo. Setting the tube aside, Nancy then laid back and started teasing the edges of her moist pussy with the soft dildo in her hands. After a minute or two, she noticed her body seemed to be tingling with an energy she hadn’t felt before and it seemed to be spreading from her left hand and around her pussy. “Hmm.. that cream must really have some aphrodisiac elements… mmm..” Nancy moaned softly as she slowly started to insert the dildo deeper into her. The cream, along with her own rising sexual heat, allowed the toy to slide in as smooth as butter. As she started to rhythmically pull it in and out of her, Nancy felt the erotic energy in her growing stronger and at a quicker rate than she had ever experienced before. She also felt a growing sense of lightness as if her imaginary male lover had lifted her off the carpet and was making mad love with her. She arched her back momentarily and screamed out loud as she pulled the toy in and out as fast as her right hand could move. Settling back, Nancy let her mind settle into a sea of erotic pleasure that she had never felt before. She found herself approaching orgasm faster than she had ever experienced before. At the same time, the energy she had felt before had been building to a crescendo that made her feel like every inch of her body was being caressed and stimulated simultaneously. She caressed her body with her free hand as her breathing came out in excited gasps in response to the pleasure she was feeling. Finally, like a great body of water bursting forth from behind a dam, Nancy achieved the moment she was looking for and cried out “YESSS!!!!!!!!!…” as she felt an orgasm far stronger than she had ever felt before. She arched her back once again before falling back on the rug and closing her eyes in pleasant bliss. After several minutes of enjoying the euphoria of the sexual release she had just experienced, Nancy opened her eyes and went to pull the dildo out of her and sit up. However, to her shock and horror, she found her body almost totally unresponsive to her wishes and just laid there in the state it was just a few minutes ago. “What the hell?… what’s going on?…” Nancy said in as loud a voice she could muster as she desperately tried to move her arms and legs but found they stayed put where they were. The only thing she could move was her head and even was just enough for her to raise it and look at her immobile body. When she stared at her body for a few seconds, she saw something strange happening to her lower torso that reminded her of those cheesy sci-fi movies of the 60’s. Nancy saw her skin was changing in appearance in color and look from the normal flesh color to a shiny tan brown look devoid of freckles or any blemishes. She could also feel a growing sense of lightness in her legs as if they were becoming hollow tubes of plastic or latex instead of ones she used to walk around on. She felt her fingers fuse together and become one solid mass of whatever her lower body was turning into. “What.. what the.. help me!.. I’m turning into… into something… " Nancy shouted though her voice had dropped quite a bit in volume in just the last minute or two. Strangely, the appearance of what her body was changing into reminded her of something she saw in a brochure that was with the toys Jacques had sent though she couldn’t quite place where. The change moved up into her waist and around the area where the dildo stood out from her pussy and resulted in more sensations of a general lightness over her body. Nancy could see what looked like seams appearing on her body where the change had taken place along with the disappearance of any body hair especially around her pelvic area. The erotic stimulation that Nancy had felt before returned again coinciding with her pussy changing from the folds of pink flesh to glossy material of latex that she could still feel being caressed by the dildo lodged in it. “Oooh… God.. that feels good.. good dolly… huh ?… why.. why.. wh.. " Nancy gasped as her words tumbled out in response to the pleasure she was helpless to stop. The transformation moved swiftly to her upper torso and arms changing flesh into sheets of latex that appeared to be sewn together judging by the seams that were appearing on her arms. Nancy’s breathing, as well as her ability to talk, abruptly vanished as she saw her breasts become taut mounds of plastic capped by rubbery nubs and bright pink circles with seams forming circles around each of them. Suddenly, as the process neared its’ inexorable ending, Nancy realized what it was that she was changing into. “A LOVE DOLL… A DAMNED SEX TOY !… WHY?… WHO?…NO!…..” she mentally shouted as her head fell back and to the side as her final bit of control over her body dissipated. She felt her mouth slowly stretch into the familiar O-shape that was common to all sex toys of this nature. She could feel her eyes slightly widened as her gaze became fixed before her pupils, like the rest of her facial features, became nothing more thanpainted on colors of different types and shades. Seconds later, the process was complete and where a woman once laid was now nothing more than an incredibly lifelike love doll filled with air with a bright red dildo sticking out of its’ pussy with two other ovular openings where its’ mouth and anus was ready to be probed..probed by anyone… Later that night… Nancy laid there for an unknown amount of time until she heard someone fiddling with the lock to her apartment door. Seconds later, she heard it swing open and someone enter the apartment and move quickly over to where she was laying. The person leaned over and pulled out the dildo from her plastic form with black gloves before dropping it into a bag nearby. “Ah, Nancy, it’s a good thing I learned how to break into locked rooms and houses as a troubled teenager before I grew up. I must confess that I haven’t been totally honest with you in regards to the box I sent you. You see, these toys are fine by themselves but when they are used with a special gel included with them, they turn the woman using them into an incredibly lifelike love doll. The dolls that I collect are then sold to unknowing buyers throughout the world for whatever they want to use them for. In fact, I have a fellow in Canada who has a standing order for the first two… it seems he wants to start up his own line of dolls and needs a few prototypes to get started. Of course, when he gets the dolls, if he chooses to ’test’ them out, that’s up to him..” the person said with an evil smile. “Jacques !!.. You bastard !!… I’ll get you… you… ooooohhhh!!!…” Nancy screamed mentally in rage before what little conscious thought she had mostly dissipated as the dark haired man pulled open the inflation plug in her back and air rushed out of her latex body. In a minute or so, the deflated form of a doll hung loosely over Jacques’ right forearm with his left hand holding what appeared to be a soft cardboard box and clear plastic bag. Chuckling softly, Jacques folded the doll up so that it’s lovely face sat on top staring up at whoever looked at it with a look of lust tinged with anger. He then slid the doll inside the bag and then placed the bag into the box. Carrying the open box over to the table, he set it down next to the samples he had sent before and then straightened up with the same smile he had before. “Well, I suppose I should go see which of your neighbors was ’lucky’ enough to try out one of these samples. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon with your friend and then it’ll be off to your new home…. though I think it might be more cramped than what you’re used to.. Ha! Ha!” Jacques said with an evil laugh before closing the lid of the box. Nancy plunged into darkness at that point… her only vague thoughts was where she was going to ultimately wind up… And how many orders would Jacques ultimately fill this way……? THE END ...

I had to stop for a while. I got caught. I wrote about it, as best I can remember. It’s not the most exciting story, but, looking back on it, it makes me hot. As I’ve mentioned before, my wife is not into bondage. She doesn’t like being tied up, she refuses to tie me up, she doesn’t want to look at pictures or movies, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about it. She wasn’t always this way. She used to like bondage. Right up until the day we got married. ...

After a few weeks spent onboard Lukkage’s ship, Reema has finally decided to get back to her place of birth - The Land. Whatever she did during the trip, she just couldn’t forget her experience from the cockpit of the Muzzle System. Being helplessly strapped to the pilot’s chair inside a sinking robot was of course very scary, as she didn’t want to die, but at the same time she also felt something… different and it was quite disturbing. She definitely had to try it out again in a fully safe environment. ...

Reflections by James W Drifting between semi-consciousness and consciousness, as if in a dream, he was aware only of being encapsulated in the close embrace of something silky smooth yet constricting. He opened his eyes. He could not see, all sensation of light was entirely missing only feeling and smell were within his compass. He was warm, enclosed as he was entirely in latex. He tried to move but nothing happened; thought was not followed by action. He was held fast, physical movement was not an option. Yes, he recalled being covered from head to toe in all constricting shiny black latex, held tightly – very tightly contained, constricted, held fast in it sensuous folds. His breathing was steady, but he was aware, not for the first time that it was measured, moist and heavily scented with the smell of latex. His air was being fed to him via a tubed re-breathing bag. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree. ...

Diana stared out the passenger window in barely concealed boredom as her boyfriend Wayne drove his Audi down the road leading into town and towards their destination: Ivan’s Inflatable Idiosyncrasies. The store was renowned throughout the world as the biggest supplier of inflatable items of all sizes, shapes and types. In fact, there was rumors that Ivan had items that were unavailable anywhere else and had prices that were just as exorbitant. For Diana, a professional internet poker player, that sounded like a fantastic thing when she and Wayne first met at a local club. The two had hit it off almost immediately and when they discovered they shared a mutual interest in things that could be inflated, their relationship intensified on several levels. From inflated chairs and other household items to sex toys ranging from blow-up dolls to more exotic items, the two indulged their fetish on an almost daily basis for the past nine months. However, in the past ten days or so, Diana had found her interest in inflatable items starting to wane quite noticeably. This growing disinterest coincided with her growing belief that Wayne was far more passionate when he was fucking a sex doll than when he was being intimate with her. “If it wasn’t for the fact that Wayne is the heir to a huge resort in the Canadian Rockies and is set for life, I’d dump his ass so fast that he’d need one of his inflation pumps just to take care of his deflated ego! Ha!” Diana thought to herself as the car turned to the right and headed into the area containing many of the town’s businesses. A short time later, with the Audi sitting in a nearby parking garage, Diana and Wayne walked down the bustling town sidewalks and quickly found themselves standing in front of the inflatable specialty shop. Entering the business, they saw that the store’s interior was much larger than the exterior led them to believe. There was two sets of stairs leading to a lower level in the middle of the main floor. Signs, painted in a wide array of colors, directed customers to different parts of the store that suited the individual’s interest(s). FURNITURE/HOUSEHOLD WARES was a section located to the front right of the store’s interior and seemed to be the quietest area currently. Seeing Wayne drift off to the electronic section and quickly focus his attention on what looked to be a computer keyboard made from some type of balloon substance, Diana figured that he’d probably wind up being shown everything in the department by a sales associate eager for a big commission. With a slight look of disdain evident on her face, the blonde haired woman made her way into the furniture section and started to wander through pausing every now and then to look at the odd inflated chair or couch. Fifteen minutes or so later, Diana had seen just about everything she wanted to look at in terms of inflatable things but she knew Wayne would be at least another 45 minutes or so. If boredom wasn’t enough of a problem for Diana, she felt a growing horniness welling within her and there was no way THAT would be quenched here. She decided she would head back outside to the car and amuse herself with the vibrator tucked away in her purse. Unfortunately for her, the nearest store exit was located in an area that would require her to walk directly in front of Wayne and that would lead to a conversation she wasn’t looking to be part of. Rubbing her hair thoughtfully, Diana glanced around the area she was in for a few seconds with her eyes focusing on an open door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Walking over to the doorway quietly, she glanced around to make sure no one was looking a her before taking a peek inside. As she figured, the room appeared to be some sort of storage room with cardboard boxes of various sizes and shapes stacked on long metal shelves. She also saw to the right and was intrigued to see what looked like an inflated pink beanbag chair sitting by itself against a wall that was painted white. Staring at the chair for several seconds, a naughty idea started to form in Diana’s mind. She had been bugging Wayne on and off over the last few weeks to try making love in a public place such as a telephone booth or something similar. He had laughed off her suggestions as a weird joke on Diana’s part but her voyeuristic tendencies were genuine. Given that, her actions over the next few minutes weren’t surprising whatsoever. Glancing around once again to make sure she was alone and no one was looking her way, Diana quickly made her into the employee room and closed the door behind her. After locking the door, the blonde haired woman started to quickly remove her blouse and skirt as well as her high heel shoes. Putting her garments on a nearby shelf, Diana removed her jewelry and tucked the items into the same pile before making her way over to the inflated chair wearing nothing but ankle high socks. Sitting down on the edge of the chair, Diana reached into her see through inflatable purse and pulled out the reason for her nudity: an eggshell white vibrator with small black strips running up the smooth sides of the sex toy. With a mischievous look crossing her face, Diana put the top part of the vibrator into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it as if the sex toy was an ice cream cone. After she figured a sufficient time had passed, she pulled the vibrator out of her mouth with a soft *pop*. As Diana turned on the vibrator at the lowest setting and she prepared to insert it into her waiting vagina, she noticed for the first time that there was an odd smell permeating around the surface of the chair. To her, it smelled like an exotic type of perfume mixed with a sweet Asian spice mixed in. In addition, she also noticed there seemed to be something odd pressing against her ass from the surface of the chair though she dismissed that as probably an inflation plug improperly secured in the furniture. “It’s not like I’m going to be buying this chair….. I’m just borrowing it for a little while…hehe……” Diana thought to herself before starting to rub the edges of her vagina with the tip of the vibrator. As she started to moan with pleasure, she brought the sex toy into her moist and dripping vagina while stroking her upper body with her free hand. When Diana turned up the intensity level of the vibrator as she prepared to plunge the sex toy deeper into her, she sensed that the plug underneath seemed to be wedging itself into her anus almost like a butt plug. With the smile on her face broadening, Diana cranked the vibrator to its highest setting and plunged it deep into her vagina. Almost instantly, Diana felt a pang of pure pleasure that rippled through her entire body. The walls of her vagina clenched tightly around the sex toy as she found herself building rapidly towards a tremendous orgasm. While this was happening, Diana sensed that the chair’s plug seemed to have some sort of liquid on it that was spreading onto her anus’s inner walls. Normally, she would have pulled herself off the chair for a second or so but she was experiencing so much pleasure that she just sat there and reveled in the moment. “Mmmmm…… ooohhh… feel so good…. oooohhh!!!…. what…. what’s that odd feeling?…. feels strange….” Diana thought to herself as she felt some sort of liquid start to accumulate on the walls of her anus that seemed to be adding to her sense of relaxation. She quickly decided to ignore the liquid and concentrate on the orgasm quickly rising in her body. As the seconds ticked by, Diana’s eyes fluttered and her breathing grew more ragged as she struggled to keep from screaming out loud. With her entire body starting to twitch in response, she failed to notice that there was a growing gloss around her rear and it was spreading in all directions. “Ooohhh!!!….Aaaahhhh!!!!!…..MMMMMMM!!!!!…..OOOOHHHH!!!!!……….. " Diana gasped with a voice that was louder than she wanted but she couldn’t help it. As she teetered on the brim of an orgasm, her right hand seemed to lose much of her strength and she was barely able to keep hold of the sex toy. In fact, all of Diana’s limbs seemed to be weakening and if she wasn’t enjoying herself so thoroughly, the blonde haired woman would have been worried by what was happening to her. " YESSSSS!!!!!………. " Diana cried out as the orgasm she was teetering on the verge of rippled through her body and sent waves of intense pleasure through her mind. The vibrator responsible for her pleasure slid out of her vagina and laid in her hand rather loosely. Diana was failing to notice not only this occurrence but the fact that her body wasn’t trembling as much as it should have. “Mmmmmm…. I’ve never felt this good before when I used my vibrator… I wonder if this store will give me a discount on this chair….. I…. I…. what’s going on?…… why can’t I move?… WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??!!!…. I CAN’T TALK EITHER….. mmmmm….. I feel good though…. THIS IS LIKE A DREAM AND NIGHTMARE AT THE SAME TIME!!!!…..” Diana thought to herself before she started to realize that there was something sinister happening to her body. Looking downwards with her eyes, she could see that her legs were starting to resemble two tubes of shiny latex with seams running up the sides of both of them. A star shaped tattoo on her right thigh that Diana had got to celebrate her high school graduation years ago disappeared right before her eyes as the bizarre changes swept over her motionless body. “What… what is…. I’M BEING TURNED INTO SOMETHING INFLATABLE LIKE THIS CHAIR… I…. I’M BECOMING A HOLLOW DOLLY… A FUCKING DOLL FOR SEX….. mmmmm…… sex…. that sounds like something really nice…. oooooohhhhh……” Diana pondered even as she saw with eyes growing hazy that the changes to her body had swept into her pelvic region. She mentally screamed as a wave of pure bliss washed over his conscious mind as her vagina started to twitch and contort as if it had a mind of its own. A moment or so later, the walls of her vagina clench tightly together before opening into an ovular opening with bright pink walls of latex lining the interior. Diana could sense that the interior was now nothing more than a latex and rubber sac that already ached to be filled. With eyes that were becoming harder to move by the second, Diana saw her finger nails were changing to bright red in color with a hollow feeling sweeping over her fingers similar to what she was feeling in her lower torso. As the transformation swept into her upper torso, Diana saw her breasts swell in size by at least two cup sizes even as they formed into two spheres of shiny latex . Bright pink nipples, each being an inch or so in length, appeared on each of her hollow boobs framed by idealized areolas. Even as this happened, Diana could feel her anus shifting and forming into an opening similar to her pussy (why was she thinking her vagina was her pussy?). “This can’t be happening… can’t be…. be…. be a good fuck toy……” Diana thought to herself as the transformation swept into her head and shoulders. She felt her teeth and tongue dissolve as the interior of her mouth changed into a smooth sac similar to her anus and pussy. The exterior of her mouth formed into a sensuous O framed by bright red lips that ached to be wrapped around a sex toy or cock. Her blonde hair became synthetic threads sewn into her head with the latter becoming hollow and full of air like the rest of her body. With her eyes becoming nothing more than painted features and her cheeks taking on a bright pink color, Diana’s transformation into a inflatable love doll was complete. “…..hadn’t thought about that. Maybe a line of inflatable cars that can be deflated and stored in a locker would solve parking problems in a big way. Anyway, let me find that chair I mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Where is that… oh…. oh my…. " the owner of Ivan’s said as he opened the door and he and Wayne walked into the store room. Almost immediately, the owner’s voice trailed off as he spotted the inflated pink chair and the realistic love doll sitting atop it. " What the..? What is…? Diana? Is that Diana? She’s a, umm, a love doll! " Wayne exclaimed as he spotted what looked to be his dollified girlfriend on the chair at the other end of the room. " Well, umm, lemme see. Here’s the purse of the woman that chose to sit on our experimental Woman to Inflatable chair. Is Diana Johnson the name of your female companion? " the owner said softly as he glanced at the ID within before handing it to Wayne. " Yes, umm, is she, uhhh, fully, ummm, transformed? Can she hear us at all? " Wayne muttered as he walked quietly over to the chair and removed the dildo from the doll’s right hand. To his surprise, the slight bit of pressure he exerted on the doll’s right arm and leg caused the arm to slide off its lap and jut up into the air in a L position. Simultaneously, the doll’s legs slid apart into a V shape with the hollow limbs straightening out in straight lines. " Unfortunately, I can’t answer that with any degree of certainty, sir. You see, the chair Diana used was a prototype that we had just received from a third party manufacturer last week. We were going to start testing it this week with volunteers that had signed up for the experience and document the results. Before you start get worked up about your friend, I have a bottle of antidote that, when applied to the doll’s surface, should reverse the transformation and leave the woman back to normal in thirty minutes or so, " the store owner said as he walked over to a nearby set of shelves and started rummaging through them for the item he mentioned. A minute or so later, Wayne was handed a plastic bottle containing a pale blue liquid with C.A. marked on it in big, black letters. " Use any cloth you see here and wipe a generous amount of this antidote over the doll’s surface. Fifteen or so minutes after application, the doll should revert back to its normal form. With that, you and your friend should be able to go with no problems at all. In fact, I’ll even give you all of your purchases free of charge. How does that sound to you? " the owner said a note of nervousness evident in his voice. Wayne continued to stare at his dollified girlfriend as he mentally pondered the owner’s words for several long seconds. As he stood there, a plan began to ferment in his mind that was helped by the growing tingling sensation in his groin as he gazed upon the doll. " I’ll tell you what, I accept your proposal but there is a few things I’d like to add to it. First, if it’s possible, I’d like to transform my girlfriend back to normal in my own home and not a room where a store employee can stumble into without warning. Second, I’ll actually pay for all my purchases if you give me the doll making chair free of charge along with a generous supply of the antidote that I’m holding. Diana, and a few of her female friends, might be interested in the transformation provided I can ensure them that the whole deal isn’t going to be permanent, " Wayne said as he rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner. After a few moments of considering the counter proposal, the owner nodded in agreement. " As it happens, I happen to have a case of the antidote I received just today in preparation for selling the chair and similar items next week. I suppose I could give you three bottles of it on top of your purchases. Shall I have the staff find two large boxes for you chair and, umm, girlfriend? " the owner murmured as he moved over to another shelf and retrieved the bottles in question. " To be honest, I’d kinda like to leave as quietly as possible. Would it be possible for me to deflate these two, uhhh, items and take them out in smaller boxes? " Wayne said softly while glancing towards the store room door once again. " Oh, I can understand that. I’ll go and get the boxes you need right away while you get your, umm, purchases ready to go, " the owner intoned before quickly heading out the door and back into the main area of the store. " Mmmm, purchases, yes……” Wayne said as he reached behind the dollified Diana and pulled open her inflation valve. As the doll quickly lost shape, he draped it over his right forearm while he went to deflate the special chair that he was taking home. An odd smile appeared on his face as Wayne contemplated what he was planning to do in the future….. 10 days later………….. “…..say that you have the most inflatable items I’ve ever seen in one place before! Geez, this chair is just as comfortable as you said it would be though I don’t know why you insisted that it’s more comfortable when you sit on it without any clothes on. I think you just said that to get me naked, Wayne! " Patti called out as the redhead sat back on the inflated pink chair her date had insisted she try out. " Oh, I didn’t ask you to try it just to see you naked. You see, there are certain, oh, abilities that the chair has which I want you to experience first hand, " Wayne intoned as he walked into the living room and past a garbage can full of empty bottles marked C.A. " Abilties? What are you…. ooohhhhh…. " Patti started to reply with a quizzical voice before she felt the oddest sensation of something odd invading her anus. As the sight started to fade from her changing eyes, she swore saw a naked Wayne standing before her holding a blow-up doll in his arms. “Maybe someday I’ll use that antidote… for now, though, I think my inflatable collection is going to expand by quite a bit over the next little while….” Wayne thought to himself as he caressed the dollified Diana and waited for the chair to finish its business…. The business of change…… THE END ...

The best form of self bondage that I’ve come across is via a computer program. For years I’ve wanted to develope a computer program that would keep me in bondage, while stimulating my mind with pleasure, pain, and fear. It wasn’t until recently that I came across a way, with relative ease, to allow a computer to control my bondage sessions. Before this time, I had been using appliance timers, and ice to control my time in self bondage. Locking my keys to freedom in a block of ice kept me bound until I could get the ice melted. ...

The phone on Dr. Fisher’s desk rang. Seeing it was the reception desk, he answered the phone by hitting the speaker button. “Yes?” “Dr. Julie Hart is here to see you sir.” “Oh, excellent. Please bring her back to my office.” Fisher stood up and checked is appearance. He had never seen or met Dr. Hart before, only talked to her by phone. She had a nice voice, but appearances rarely matched voices. But he still made sure he looked his best, free of coffee and lint on his coat and such. ...

(story continues from Research Visit) Part 2: The Doctor is in… With the tour complete, Dr. Fisher led his fellow doctor out of the monitoring center. They rode back up the elevator and returned to his office where small finger sandwiches were waiting for them. Once again they sat on either side of his desk. “Well Dr. Hart, what do your assessment of all this? While I assume you’d want to further observe and talk to my staff over the next couple days, does this give you something interesting to add to your book?” ...

I really have a knack for making things hard on myself. Let me explain. My name is Rachael. We’ll leave it at that for now. I’m 27 now, and I’m a pretty athletic girl. I climb rocks, or at least I used to, I hike and swim. I’ve got longish red hair. Most people say I’m pretty good looking. Okay, I guess I’ll have to admit it for this to make any sense: my then-boyfriend Gary and I were into fetish things. Leather. Restraints. You know the drill. Nothing too serious. We’d bought a little cabin in the mountains. Eighty-odd miles as the crow flies from the nearest big city. We were staying there. It’s secluded, cozy. Perfect spot to get away from it all. Perfect spot for my new life, now that the world’s changed. But I digress. I have, er, a favourite armbinder. Look, this is embarrasing okay? Just let me finish. I had it custom-fit by a rather well-known fetish shop in the city. It’s made from two layers of leather with a kevlar weave sandwiched inbetween. They picked that up from some military auction or something. Can’t be cut without special equipment; usually they use a laser. It’s a single-sleeve, goes from my wrists to my elbows, but it also has straps around my thumbs so it can’t change position. Another strap goes from the top of the sleeve up my back, where it splits into a V and goes over my shoulders. The shoulder straps loop around my arms and connect behind me with the back strap so I can’t pull the thing off. The whole sleeve cinches up with laces, like an arm corset. Of course it’s impossible to get out of, that’s the point. Anyway, there’s a belt with it too. It goes around my waist and has a loop in the back that gets pulled taut around my wrists, pinning them at the base of my spine. There’s a second strap higher up that wraps around under my elbows. A flap zips over the laces, making them inaccessible when the straps are done up. The belt, wrist strap, elbow strap, and shoulder straps all lock in place. Yes, with padlocks. Hardened, cryo-treated military-grade padlocks from some Israeli company. The whole ensemble is finished in serious black leather and gleaming nickel-plated metal. It’s beautiful; a work of art. So, to the point I guess. While we were at the cabin Gary decided to make a run into town for supplies. We’d run out of beer - a catastrophe at the time - and by the time we finished tallying up all the other odds and ends we wanted he had a pretty substantial list. I got it in my head that I didn’t want my arms that day. We decided - well, mostly I insisted - that I would get strapped into the armbinder while he was in town. Yes, it was dumb. But the route to town was an easy drive, and it was a beautiful crisp sunny day. What could go wrong? I’m getting to that. I decided to make the rest of my clothes fairly practical so I could go out if I wanted. So that morning I was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a light black tank top and my 8" hiking boots. That turned out to be a pretty lucky decision. Gary laced me into my personal prison, drawing my elbows tightly together behind my back. I loved it. It’s not like a weapon or a torture device at all, it’s more like… being held, cuddling in bed, after a particularly good, er, session. Sorry, I can’t really describe this well. Anyway. Just for a little extra restriction he looped the waist belt through the beltloops on my jeans. With four innocuous sounding clicks of four padlocks the thing was secured in place. My arms were going nowhere. Did I mention it can’t be cut? Gary took the keys into town with him. Not that they would have helped me anyway, I can’t reach the locks. But just knowing they were gone intensified the whole experience. I was still completely mobile except for my trapped arms so I just hung around and relaxed. I walked up to the lake and sat in a lounger on the dock for a while. I had a nap in the hammock. Incedently it’s really hard to get out of a hammock with your arms strapped away behind you. I was having an amazing day. It was an incredible feeling; not even sexual really. Just bliss. Tranquility. Gary’d made me a lunch after he strapped me in - he’d set a sandwich on the edge of a dresser so I could eat it without my arms, and left a drink for me on the table with a big straw, god bless him - and after I’d eaten I went outside again. It was too nice out to be cooped up in the cabin. Not sure what I should do with myself next, I stood out on the balcony and scanned the deserted road to see if I could spot him coming up the mountain. That’s how I happened to be looking in the right direction the explosion came. Yes, that explosion. It was that day. I saw the whole thing. I didn’t know what happened at the time but the mushroom cloud looming over where the city was supposed to be made things pretty clear. Who could have predicted that? I was not in a good state for the rest of the day. Gary had been killed already or was laying in the city, dying there. I was trussed up and helpless here with a dwindling food supply, surely doomed, and for all I knew my armless self was all that was left of the human race. I won’t dwell on the hours that followed. I spent the night sitting on the dock willing myself to jump in and end it, but never even had the motivation. I peed in my pants because I had no way of pulling them down, and I just didn’t care. I cried a lot. You can’t wipe your tears away with your arms tied behind you. Like I said it was pretty grim. By morning I was doing no better. Now I was getting numb to the horror of what had happened. I went down to the cabin and managed to turn on our sole battery-powered radio with my feet. It gave no useful information, only reflecting the chaos that must have been going on everywhere, and quickly ran out of juice. Eventually, exhausted, I collapsed into the hammock and managed a few fitful hours of sleep. That didn’t really help, but when I woke up again it was late afternoon. The sun was setting into the valley and long shadows pointed up the deserted roadway. I hadn’t eaten and the belief that things were over for me was overpowering all my other thoughts. It looked bad. I was into some pretty dismal brooding when one of those long shadows coalesced into that of a person. Still far away, but clearly a human being and clearly walking up the road. I couldn’t make any details out yet - for all I knew it could have been some gun-swinging maniac bent on taking my cabin - but just seeing that someone else was out there gave me a little mental kickstart. As the figure approached, its familiarity became more and more evident… Oh my god. It was Gary. It was really him. I’d spent the last two days thinking I’d never see him again but there he was, walking up the road like some saviour from the heavens. Okay, a lot scruffier. And pulling a shopping cart full of supplies by hand. The truck was long gone; Gary had been carjacked - I’d later learn the whole story of the few hours leading up to the bombs falling, the madness in town that even a day before no-one would have predicted - but the important point is that he’d dodged the biggest bullet in history. He’d seen the writing on the wall and managed to stock up before hitching out of town. We had enough to live on, carefully, for now, and enough to start over. We did have a problem, but it turned out to be not insurmountable. The carjackers had taken the truck with Gary’s keys still in the ignition. All his keys, including four certain Israeli-made padlock keys which were unique in the world. My keys. You can guess how happy I was when I learned of that little item. But the thieves were probably long dead in the smoking crater that used to be civilization, and Gary was here. We were going to make it. So that’s just about all there is to tell. The apocalypse came and we made it through. It’s incredable how this buch of us came together on that day and just kept on going. We’ve all seen those movies where the bombs come and everyone starts knifing each other for canned beans or shoelaces but it just wasn’t like that at all. We beat that scenario. But so much has been lost. It’s been almost two years, and I’m damn proud of what we’ve done, but we’re pretty much a tribal society here. No computers, no T.V., barely any communication with the rest of the world. No lasers. No diamond saws. No etching acids. You see where this is going don’t you? Yes, I’m still locked in the damn armbinder. I wasn’t kidding when I said almost nothing could cut it. It was tough material back then and we just don’t have the technology anymore. I wore it through the apocalypse; I wore it throughout the rebuilding; I wore it to my own wedding. We threw everything we could at the locks, the straps, the buckles, hoping for some kind of weakness but it’s as tough as it is beautiful. Yes, I still think that, even now. Luckily I’ve got a great support group here. Our community is fantastic, and Gary is the best husband I could ever have. Every now and then someone will put on a radiation suit and go on a foraging trip in the remains of the city. No one’s ever found my keys, although we did eventually locate the hulk that was once Gary’s truck. If my keys were in that blob of melted steel I can’t imagine they’d be any good to me now. You know what the funny thing is? It’s been twenty-two months since the last time was able to scratch my own nose, lace my own shoes, or even have a good stretch in the morning. My arms have been safely locked away from me for longer than this society’s existed. Sure I’ve had good times since then, but I’ve been through some downs too. Some black funks, where I fumed at myself for days on end, cursing my stupidity for insisting Gary lock me into the damn thing and regretting every minute since that fateful day. I think I’m over that now. But the funny, crazy, damn stupid part of the whole story is that I still love it. Even after all that I can flex my arms around, straining against the binder for all its worth, struggling away in utter hopelessness, and it still gives me an amazing rush. The binder always wins. It always will, and I know it. If I had the chance to go back and warn myself, and not get locked into this thing on the day the world changed, I don’t know what I’d do. I can’t imagine the last two years without it. It’s like a long-term, incredable tight embrace from a dearly loved one. I just don’t know if I’d want to change that. Maybe my psyche has gone a bit off; maybe I’ve gone a bit strange since what we call the Reset Day. But then, who hasn’t? This is how I am now. I do know if those keys show up, it’s going to make things complicated. If it ever comes to that, I guess I’ll worry about it then. Rachael of the Freedom Peak Tribe, A.D. 2067 ...

Part 1: Trial of Love * Background of this universe In an alternate timeline, a feminist was elected as the President of the United States in 1920, bringing change that slowly crept over the world. By the 40s women were the ruling class in most of the world; only those areas of the Middle East and Africa where women had little to no rights to begin with, were men still in control. These were also the only areas where male violence of any form still occurred on a regular basis. In the year 1953 the United Earth Government was founded and the global election was held for the World Presidency and Senate with only the male controlled regions not being a part of the government. In 1958 the Female dominated Senate passed the Male Decitizenship and Ownership Bill. ...

(story continues from Revenge 1: Trial of Love) Part 2: The Start of a New Tradition My name is elizabeth, my owner and her superior property known as michael often refer to me simply as ’liz’ or lizzie’. Formerly I was the Female known as Elizabeth Hodlar. I had tried doing a terrible thing to the Female that now owns me, Miss Justine Solomon (a beautiful red haired Female several years younger than myself), specifically to have her male property, and childhood love, michael taken from her, with the plans that I would receive him. I almost succeeded in this plan, but I was outsmarted by Miss Justine and her lawyer, who had discovered I was behind the plan. ...

(story continues from Revenge 2: The Start of a New Tradition) Part 3: A Day in the Park The silence is deafening. I am alone in our big home at the moment. Well I am the only conscious person anyhow, as my infant Daughter Juli is asleep in my owner’s office. My name is michael; I am a male belonging to Miss Justine Solomon, my childhood sweetheart and love of my life. We live in a beautiful estate with our beloved Daughter Juliet or simply Juli, and my property-sister liz. Ours is a unique family relationship and history. I prefer to try to forget the events that lead us to this arrangement. ...

(story continues from Revenge 3: A Day in the Park) Part 4: A New Purpose in Life Note: This takes place shortly after the events of A Day in the Park. I was working in the punishment room. I had been charged by my owner Justine Solomon to rework the restraint devices that were designed to be used only on male property to accommodate female property also. Mostly this affected the devices that latched onto a male’s penis or scrotum. I build some form of quick disconnect into these devices and then fit an appliance in the form of a fake penis (many of which were inflatable and/or vibrating) with the same connection so it could be swapped depending if Miss Justine was securing myself or my property-sister liz to the device. The one I was working on presently was going to use a device based on a medieval device known as the ‘Pear of Anguish’. The device was pear shaped (hence the name) and when used, the four segments opened outward from the tip of the large portion like a flower blooming, except it would expand inside the orifice of a person and could expand larger then said orifice. Milady says they were used orally as gags by robbers originally and sometime in the years that men dominated Earth, one got the idea to use them to torture women in their vagina and butt. ...