Part Seven Emma woke up and felt that familiar itch that she gets from time to time, snuggling up next to her sleeping husband, Nick, she knew that she would soon be asking for him to bind her and place her inside the storeroom, it was going to be another one of those days with her as part of the inventory, her wrists bound to the ceiling hook and her naked body rubbing gently up against one or two of the other meatgirls inside the storeroom. ...

Part Six The last few months had been wonderful for both Emma and Nick, after their wedding they had grown much closer to each other and having moved all of her belongings into Nick’s tiny apartment above the store, it felt more like home to her now. And after finding out more about Emma’s time over at Steve’s store in his display, and the reasons why it happened, Nick had reluctantly allowed himself to relax more with Emma and her desires about being another meatgirl. ...

3: Made to Maid Summer’s phone vibrated on her nightstand, waking its owner from a far-too-short sleep. “Oh guys,” she muttered, fumbling half blindly for the troublemaker. She saw that a message had gone through the group mute since her friend Chloe had @ her message to her. Sleepily, she looked at the clock; it was close to nine. Summer rolled her eyes. “On a Sunday of all days,” she muttered, turning to her side to read the news. ...

Chapter 12 “My babies!” The store owner squealed, running towards me and my sister as we appeared from Tanya’s store warehouse. The larger lady enveloped us in her arms as Emily hugged her back, humming to herself lightly from the sudden move of affection. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much,” Tanya continued. “I know, I’m sorry!” Emily pleaded. “What are you doing here?” “I came back to spend some time with Sam, she told me about today and I wanted to help out.” ...

The Depths* I woke up lying on some kind of bed. My arms were stretched out over my head, held wide apart with leather cuffs attached to straps going somewhere out of my sight, over the edge. My legs were in the same position, spread wide and held down with leather cuffs on my ankles. Ominously, there were more straps across my knees and thighs, again held apart by wide belts around the bed. I tried twisting around, struggling to free myself. ...

The throbbing sound from the heavy bass drum and the monotonous baseline could clearly be heard through the door of the restroom. One could think there were speakers mounted inside the room but no, the club just played it loud. Just like its patrons wanted it. The restrooms were very spacious for a club of its kind, even giving its occupants a mirror and sink of their own, but that was to be expected since the club was one of the most exclusive ones in the area. It was the perfect venue to con rich people of their wealth as they indulged in the many pleasures the district offered. ...

Chloe was a young animal rights activist with a penchant for bondage. She was appalled at how farm animals were kept and it was something that had driven her to be a vegan. She saw how for example battery hens were kept in confined cages their whole lives and how pigs and cows sometimes didn’t even have room to turn around in their cages. They were merely fed and their eggs collected or their milk taken or used for breeding. Then there were animals at places where they were on display at zoos. ...

Chapter One - A Meeting with Lacy As I sat slowly sipping my coffee in the dimly-lit diner, I pulled from my pocket the small business card which had brought me here. The card itself was a very pale shade of pink. It had an embossed edge framing it and five embossed pillars in the very center. There was nothing printed on the face of the card. On the back, however, was a neatly-hand written note which said, “W, KoZee Kup Diner, 7:30 pm.” It was signed simply “Marco”. ...

Chapter 32: Farm, After Care Fred went into the big bathroom in the hall and drew a warm bath in the big claw foot tub. He added some bubble bath (and yet again hopped Gran wouldn’t mind) and went back for Clair. She had not moved but she did open her eyes when he picked her up and looked up at him. She said, “Just sleep!” but he carried her into the bath and gently lowered her into the warm water. ...

Part 8 Chris woke slowly, stiff and achy, to the gentle clanking sound of his chains as he stirred from his fitful sleep. His wrists, weighted by the steel cuffs and chain, felt the body-temperature steel collar round his neck, so comfortable a fit but the weight was a constant reminder of its presence and significance. After a minute or so he became certain he was awake this time; the last few sleeps (he couldn’t say ’nights’ with any certainty any more) the dreams had been so vivid and all of them had been related to his current predicament, that it was starting to mess with his conscious mind. ...

Amanda was an attractive twenty something with a firm body, long red hair and pert breasts that were very sensitive. She loved exploring old buildings. She had always thought it was because she was fascinated by architecture and the way things were built but secretly she loved the idea of finding something exciting. Today she had found an abandoned house, built in the 1800’s, way back in a field. She had seen the house before but today she was determined to explore inside it and do some digging around. She had worn her normal exploring outfit, thick rubber thigh high platform boots and a pair of thick rubber shorts with large phalluses in both holes and a tight under breast corset. ...

“Shit!” I yelled at myself, counting the small amount of change that sat on my palm. The cashier looked me up and down, counting the coins faster than I could, her middle-aged eyes looked as tired as the rest of her demeanour. She’d already scanned and bagged all the items I gave her before I came into this predicament. “Sorry” I mumbled an apology, “I thought I had more.” She continued to just stare at me, not helping in offering a solution. I realised how ragged she looked, her hair was quickly tied up with a hair tie without any thought about how she presented herself. ...

Chapter One “I need to get ready for mid-terms!” Mai-Li whined. “So do I.” Ada said as she unbuttoned her roommates blouse. “But I also have to make sure my cookies are still here when I get back. “Cookies?” Asked the Asian girl, wearing only her white silk bra and panties. “Cookies.” Ada confirmed, “A large package of Lemon Oreo’s. Either I lock them away or I bind you. This way is more fun. Now arms behind your back.” ...

Part 1 Ana knew that Cassandra would be out for the day, which meant she had hours to play around with Cassandra’s bondage gear. While Ana didn’t have any of her own, she would frequently ‘borrow’ Cass’s when she was away; being a part-time Dominatrix, Cass had plenty of gear on hand. She said goodbye to Cass as she left for the day to go hang out with a few friends. She listened intently for the ding of the elevator door opening down the hall; as soon as she heard it, she made her way to Cass’s room to begin sorting out the gear she would need. But not before catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the way by, her time at the gym was for sure paying off she thought to herself, it was important for someone in their late 20s to keep up with the gym to avoid health problems later…at least that’s what her trainer had told her. ...

2: Tea’s New Suit(s) Tea left the theater bitterly after she had received yet another refusal. This was already the eighth time this week and even the weather seemed to have conspired against her. Tea hadn’t made it halfway home when it started to rain and of course she didn’t bring an umbrella. She looked up at the sky, exhausted, and raindrops pelted her face. Tea exhaled heavily and muttered, “Typical.” ...

Part One “Hey Tess, lil’ service?” I automatically pulled a bottle of Bud from the ice, popped the cap and slid it to Jason. I was focused on the game, and frankly, I was scared shitless. I had been on a bad streak, losing games by a point and making foolish bets to make it back. Tonight was supposed to cover all my losses and more. I bet, I bet more than I could ever pay back if I lost, but the game was a sure thing! New York was a bunch of pussies! Chicago would easily cover the five point spread. ...

My apartment building has a bulletin board where people post notices. I always glance at it as I head for the elevator. Today there was a new piece. It read: WANTED Magnesium Added Lemon Extract Small Large And Value Extra A phone number was below this. I read it twice without understanding what they wanted. I used my ID card to access the elevator and I entered the waiting car. As the elevators doors clanked shut I could see what the capital letters read: ...

Chapter One Bonita threw the paper aside in disgust. “There’s nothing playing! Is our second date too early for me to tie you up and fuck your brains out?” I was about to mention wanting to see the new Pixar feature, when the second part of her speech reached my brain. There was a definite offer of sex, but there was also a condition. Don’t care. Want sex. “No, it’s not too early.” I answered. I’ve always had a way with words. ...

Chapter 31: Farm, Break the Girl Fred went looking in George’s old tools. He found what he was looking for, a large carpenter’s hammer and four very large nails. He laid these at the base of one of the barn’s support posts then walked back to the house. Fred again gathered things in a plastic grocery bag. He picked up the four pieces of rope they had used yesterday from the kitchen counter. He also grabbed four of the empty water bottles from yesterday and refilled them from the sink. Gran was running out of water bottles in the refrigerator and Fred was feeling guilty about how much of their stuff he was using anyway. ...

Part One “Sam, I have a favor to ask you.” We were drinking coffee in Barb’s kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision. “I want you to put me in a strait jacket,” she said calmly. “A strait jacket? Are you insane?” I responded. “No,” she answered, “We had to buy it online.” She often made strange statements like that. I’ve learned to ignore them. ...