(story continues from Revenge 4: A New Purpose in Life) Part 5: Legacy of Pain There was a slight knock to my office door just before it partially opened and liz stuck her head through the gap. “Milady is michael still home? I know he is supposed to go to the hospital later today and I can’t find him anywhere. I needed him to move a few things.” “Come in lizzie, he should be here somewhere.” As liz entered the room, I felt the pang of regret and jealousy at seeing the pregnant form of the older female, now in her final trimester. In retrospect, I was doubting my own judgment in allowing, encouraging even, michael (my property and life-long love) to impregnate liz, my female property. I wish it was me pregnant again by my male and not liz. But I agreed with the Male Control Board’s request to have her breed before she reaches the cut-off age of 35, and decided michael should be the one to do it. Maybe soon I will be carrying the offspring of my michael again. “You’re not trying to clean again are you? The doctor said no more manual labor until after the baby was born.” ...

(story continues from Revenge 5: Legacy of Pain) Part 6: Life and Loss I woke with michael’s hard cock deep inside of me, God how this makes me feel so good! There is no better way to wake in the morning! I open my eyes; His own gaze widened as he saw the look in my emerald eyes. He knew, no words had to be said. He pulled me tight to his own body and without removing his member from my love canal, turned us over so I was riding him. I took his hands and held them over his head and lightly slapped his crossed wrists. I might well have welded his hands together and to the bed at that point, because he knew by that small action not to separate or move those hands until I commanded it, and he was not going to disappoint me. ...

This story is a warning to those dastardly males who while their poor female partners are entombed in mummification, they are having a bit on the side, it could all end in tears so be warned of the mummies curse! To a stranger if would appear as if they had been transported back to the time of pharaoh’s, the walls of the room were covered in Egyptian Hieroglyphs and in the centre of the room was a table with a bound body of a mummy lying there showing no sign of movement. Downstairs Len was helping Paula to pack her bags, they had been having a mad passionate four days of love while Jenny had been bound as a mummy and left upstairs. ...

“You can do what?” Rick stared at Mike in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “I can change people,” Mike replied. “Anyone I want, in any way I want.” “Yeah, right. Have you been dipping into your dad’s wine cabinet again?” “I’m serious,” Mike insisted. “I can make any change I can imagine. Why do you think I stopped wearing glasses?” Rick shrugged. “You got contacts,” he said. ...

“So, what did you get on the test?” Karen asked as she caught up with Teri as she headed out of school. “An 89.” Teri said, the tone of her voice indicating disappointment. “Good for you!” Karen praised, although there was a bitter edge to her voice. “I got a 67!” “Ouch!” Teri said sympathetically. “Ah, not a problem anymore!” Karen said smugly. “Once I turned 18, my parents were locked out of my school account! Now it’s nobody’s business but my own! What’s even better is that they can’t beat us anymore! Once you turn 18 your parents can’t legally touch you! We’re adults now, responsible for our own selves.” ...

A LITTLE HISTORY. My name is S M Ackerman and I am the diarist for (The Diary of Miss Whippy Cane) she is a professional dominatrix and the owner of an established house that caters for the fetishistic desires of selected clients. The story you are about to be granted access to is taken from my client notes, all names have been altered for her clients privacy, and the copy write is held in full by myself, S M Ackerman. This tale is not included in, or an exert from, the above diary and is made available free of charge to all genuine readers over the age of 18 in the UK or as is applicable else where please. ...

I knew that Bruce and I were going to a party tonight. One of THOSE parties - a bondage party on the first night of a sci-fi convention. I was already nervous, remembering how Bruce said what he might do with me. He was going to gag me, then use our leather manacles to hold my wrists to the opposite elbow behind my back. As soon as we got into the party, he’d make me strip butt-naked, tie a string between my wrists, and dangle a Ping-Pong paddle from it, such that it was butt-high, then write “Spank me!” in large letters on my back with a marker. The idea of it got me hot - I love public bondage and humiliation with a willing audience. ...

It was Cynthia’s sophomore year at the university, and was lucky enough to land an off-campus apartment with her roommate Robin. Cynthia was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a slender, athletic body but was very well endowed, with her jiggling D-cup breasts through her shirt turning more than her fair share of heads at the jogging track. By contrast, Robin had brown eyes, long light brown hair, and had a medium build. Cynthia majored in business, while Robin majored in chemistry. ...

Note: I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will by two, three or more men. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… Roped in to Entertain ...

Well, where do I start? My name is Rosiane and I am a 33 yo female. I work as an assistant for the same executive for 6 years now. I have always had a crush on him but he never hinted any interest on me and we kept our relationship like that, professional. That is until one day couple of years back it was his birthday, in the morning I entered his office to solve some issues and at the end I told him happy birthday and said I really would like to give him a special gift and asked him if he would accept it. He look a bit puzzled but obviously knew what I was talking about. ...

Since I was a freshman in high school I volunteered at the local charity fund raising second hand store. I would sort, hang and help putting out donations. Since I had been volunteering for 8 years now I had my own key and I would normally come in before my afternoon classes started so I could work some of the donations that came into the night drop. I was actually looking forward to spending more time here since summer break was almost here and I was going to enjoy the break before I started to work on my Masters degree. ...

The connection was immediate. I had been surfing the net for a Mistress for month and tonight was my lucky night! She had logged onto “the slave cage” at “bondage.com” as Mistress L. (I had got to know her name was Linda as in Mistress Linda). We were perfectly matching each others age of 23 & chatted for about two weeks almost every evening, discussing our common interests: Total rubber enclosure and strict bondage, humiliation & torture just to name a few, before we decided that we should try a session at her place the following friday (this was Wednesday evening) & if things “clicked” I should stay for the whole weekend. The weekend never seemed to come and every hour felt like days. ...

My First Experimental Expeditions into Rubber.(1999) This is a true story that happened to me when I was a Student in shared accommodation. One of the other members in my shared house had decided to join the University canoe club, all the kit was provided, splash decks, wet suits, dry tops, dry suits. To me at that time a budding but poor rubberist, this looked like an excellent opportunity to try the rubber life style for free. Now, this guy was a “Jack the Lad” and so was never around most nights. So I had ample opportunities to sneak in to his room and borrow his gear. ...

Robert was feeling fed up. He’s already had three days of driving around trying to drum up business, With consequently two nights in mediocre hotels, and the only consolation there had been was that he was able to spend both nights totally clothed in his beloved rubber. Even when he had the anxious moment when the chambermaid, the usual elderly female, had brought morning tea which he had not ordered, and he hardly had the time to remove his latex hood before she was shuffling into the room. Now, expecting to return home, he had followed the boss’s standing instructions to telephone back to the office first, only to be told that he must make one further visit, entailing another night’s stay in the unfamiliar town. His map book showed only two hotels here. The receptionist at the first hotel shook her head. ...

Rubbergirl & the Balloons by Cadillac Man M/f; latex; enclosure; bagged; cons; X As the scene begins Rubbergirl is sealed between two sheets of heavy clear vinyl which have been glued or sewn together to create a large, clear, fairly airtight bag resistant to stretching. The bag, when flat, is about ten feet long by four feet wide. She is dressed in her trademark suit and inflatable hood, with inflatable mittens over her fisted hands. A hose stretches out from the hood through a port in the bag to facilitate breathing. When Rubbergirl is hooded Vidking brings out the other ingredients for the scene: numerous large, clear, uninflated balloons (like the 36" ones available from Qualatex), and a few pounds of dry ice in a cooler. ...

Lola wasn’t sure why she had agreed to work late night at the chain store she managed. On a cold January night with sub zero temperatures and blowing snow, the business had been deserted since early afternoon with the only visits being people looking for directions. If she didn’t live more than a few blocks from the store, she would have closed up and gone home hours ago. As it was, it roughly ten minutes from closing time and with no one inside except for herself, Lola decided to close early that night. After doing the usual closing chores, she snapped off the lights, locked the store and started the short walk home. The streets were completely deserted with only the sound of the wind whistling through the frozen tree branches. Lola was about three quarters of the way home and had just turning the corner onto her street when she stepped on an icy patch that was partially covered by snow. The brunette tumbled to the ground and struck her head hard on the frozen pavement causing her to lose consciousness almost immediately. An unknown amount of time passed before Lola woke from her unconscious state to find herself lying on a couch with a blanket draped over her. Sitting up, the brunette held her right hand to her forehead and winced in pain when she came across the bump on the back of her head. After taking her hand back down, she realized she was on a couch in a home she had never seen before in her life. After checking to make sure she still had all her clothes on and still had her ID with her, Lola sat up and tried to get her bearings a little better. She saw that she was in the middle of an expensively decorated room with paintings and antiques located in different parts of the room. Standing up, Lola slowly walked around the room stopping to look outside to see if she could ascertain her location a bit better. To her disappointment, she could see nothing but white snow as the storm, if anything, had intensified while she was unconscious. “Stuck in an expensive house in the middle of a nasty snowstorm with a bump on my head… this sounds like something straight out of a trashy horror novel….. " Lola said to herself as she resumed looking around the room. One thing she did notice was there was no sign of magazines, letters or anything that would indicate where she was. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Ferrari. I trust you’re not suffering ill effects from your fall,” a tall dark haired man dressed in a light brown business suit called out as he entered the room through a door at the far end. “I’m fine, I guess, and glad not to be outside in the wicked weather, Mr. ?” Lola said as she walked over to the man and extended her right hand. “Barnum…. Paul Tiberius Barnum. I was driving home when I spotted you lying on the ground unconscious. I put you in my car and took you here to my estate so you could recover in peace and quiet, " the man said nodding towards the outside view of one of the many windows. “Uhhh….. thanks. Could you tell me where exactly this place is ?” Lola said as she walked out of the room and into a long hallway that lead into the main foyer. From what she could tell, they were the only two people in the house which made Lola slightly nervous at heart. “Certainly. My home is about 10 miles beyond the city limits in the countryside. As it happens, we’re the only house here for several miles in all directions which affords me the privacy I crave. I’m sure you’ll be quite comfortable during your stay,” Paul said with a voice that was slightly unsettling to Lola. Despite her misgivings, Lola was fascinated by the things she saw on display inside the house as Paul took her on a tour of his home. She saw he had all the latest in electronic gadgets and gear including one room which seemed specifically set aside for surveillance monitors linked to outside cameras. The only thing she didn’t see anywhere was a telephone of some kind but Lola figured that Paul carried around a cell phone with him or had them hidden out of sight. After passing through a well stocked kitchen and large dining room, Paul led his guest into a large well ventilated room which he proudly proclaimed was his “creative space”. Lola saw several pedestals and empty cardboard boxes at the far end of the room with framed pictures of nude female statues along one wall. The other wall had a heavy red curtain covering it completely which raise Lola’s curiosity as to what laid behind it. However, Paul dampened her enthusiasm quickly by telling her the wall in question was set aside for future works and held nothing at present. “Do you have any trouble getting women to pose for your works ?” Lola inquired as she looked over the amazingly detailed works on display. The brunette marveled at how her host was able to capture little things like tiny crow’s feet under the subject’s eyes and erect nipples that jutted outwards like tiny stone daggers. “Actually, no trouble at all. Most of the women here were more than happy to take part in my work and only a few felt uncomfortable with posing in the nude. For them, I chose to do some work with them wearing luscious lingerie or latex,” Paul said as he ran his right hand over the stone ass of one of his sculptures. Lola thought briefly of asking her host if she could pose for such works but a wave of dizziness swept across her which she figured was the lingering effect of her fall earlier. “Is there… there a bedroom where I could lie down and get some sleep?” the brunette asked while holding her right head to her forehead. Paul nodded and motioned towards the top of the stairs. “First room on the right… there’s a washroom right next door if you need to freshen up. Take a few hours and lie down and by then everything will be all set, " he said with a smile that seemed strangely unsettling to Lola. After reaching the top of the stairs and the room in question, Lola looked around and, seeing there was no one else around, decided to strip off her clothes and take a nap to recover her equilibrium a little bit. Before dropping off, she locked the bedroom door as she had some lingering self doubts about Paul. Some time later, the brunette slowly woke up and found that the pain and dizziness she was feeling before had completely disappeared. However, the relief she felt in her improved physical health quickly dissipated as she looked around and saw that her clothes had disappeared from the chair she had set them on. In their place, Lola saw what looked a sports bra and lycra bicycle shorts both bright blue in color. Puzzled at the sight, Lola got out of bed and searched through the room’s closet and chest to see if her clothes had been stored away. To her disappointment, there was no sign of them anywhere in the room which distressed her to say the least. Picking up the bra and shorts, she slipped them on and although they were a tight fit , it was better than walking around naked. Walking over to a mirror, she noticed the top was rubbing against her nipples causing them to become erect and poke against the material in an embarrassing way. “I better go and see if Paul had anything to with my clothes disappearing. Maybe he’ll give me a ride into town after the storm is over,” Lola said softly to herself as she went to the bedroom door and unlocked it. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found two burly men on either side of the door waiting for her. “If you’re ready, ma’am, the owner will see you now in the entrance to the competition area. We’re here to make sure that you don’t get lost on the way there,” the first man, a dark haired man wearing wraparound dark sunglasses, said in a clipped tone. Lola was going to ask what was going on but the look on the men’s faces indicated the answers she desired wouldn’t be coming from them. Mentally shrugging, she slipped on a pair of slippers handed to her by one of the men and dutifully followed them downstairs. Walking the length of the house, the dark-haired man stopped at a door located at the back of the house with a keypad mounted on the wall next to it. After depressing a series of numbers, there was a loud clicking sound followed by the door slowly swinging open. Lola was ushered inside by the two with the door closing tight behind her with a loud CLICK! that sounded foreboding to say the least. “Welcome, my dear. I guess now would be a good time to tell you the real reason you’re here with me. You see, you weren’t found by me last night by accident. I often go into the city when the weather is inclement to obtain new models for my new studio,” Paul said as he he strapped on what appeared to be a belt with plastic light indicators across his chest. “Ummm… that’s nice but I’m not really interested in doing the modeling thing for you. If you could get the clothes that I originally wore here, I’ll call a cab and be on my way,” Lola said as she tried to edge away but found the doorway blocked by the men who had accompanied her. “I’m sorry but I’m afraid I must insist for now. You see, my artistic abilities are limited by the medium I use so I decided some time ago to create the masterpieces in my studio with the models themselves as the base of the work, " Paul said while slipping on a pair of leather gloves. “You…. you.. you’re crazy ! You killed all these women for sort of ghoulish art gallery! Let me out of here!” Lola cried as she tried to spin around and run out the door once again. However, the men working for Lola grabbed her arms and prevented her escape. “Now, now, calm down, my dear. First off, the women aren’t dead… just transformed into the state they currently are in. They still retain conscious thought in their state and, I’ve been told, find their forms extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. I even change their forms from time to time to keep things interesting, " “To make things even more fair, I let them participate in a game to determinate their ultimate fate. I was a big fan of the Laser Tag game when I was younger so I had my private gym altered to resemble an indoor fight area. I, and the woman in question, both wear light belts and carry guns designed to trigger the light and sound of a ’ hit’ on the opponent’s belt. If the woman scores 3 ’ hits’ first, she receives 5 million dollars of my money and a one way trip to Europe in return for a written promise not to say a word what she saw here. If I win, she joins my gallery as my newest piece of erotic art,” Paul said as he picked up a plastic and steel gun from an open box nearby before gesturing to a set of doors behind him. " Behind those doors is where it all starts and ends, Lola.” Paul said with an evil smile. “A game with only one winner..” “You mean…? “Lola gasped trying not to scream. “Game on, Lola, " Paul said tossing her a brightly colored belt like the one he was wearing. ...

She’s that complex mix; that rare and unique combination of innocent submissiveness and in-control seductively. Sabrina Covington is the quintessential ’10,’ with all the trimmings, bells and whistles; the thirty-five-year old woman with the twenty-five-year-old body, the eleven-year-old outlook, and a brand of determination and courage rarely seen in damsels of her variety. Tall and handsome in tight-waist suits; devastating in teasing underwear, and totally awesome naked, Sabrina sticks out and into things like a symphonic harp in a room filled with kettledrums. ...

SACKED. This story of loneliness, depravity and sexual desire begins on a warm summer Sunday, at approximately two-thirty pm. I, as is my normal choice of activity for a Sunday am sitting outside on the patio, looking down the length of our garden towards the trees and the concealed slave quarters, relaxing. The house has only one client presently, he is currently being dealt with suitably and will not require my personal attention for sometime. ...

(story continues from Sacked) SACKED 2. (Second Time Around) Some Basic Background. Due to the expansion of Madam W.C. business, and the need for more space for specialisations, the B.D.S.M only brothel has been relocated, and a new slave accepted into the household. Mai is the House greeter and Clair is the first voluntary slave (And therefore she believes the senior slave) of the house. For further information on their lives and personas see the above title. See ‘Sacked,’ For previous client encounter. ...

The Departure Part 1 Dawning The sky above the old oaks and hornbeams began to turn several lighter shades of deep blue. A few clouds appeared as light grey fingers on a canvas of navy. Soon, the sun would paint everything around the village a heated gold and old man Grul’s cock would wail it’s hoarse mornings greeting. It would be the last time Naryla would ever hear it. The young woman could not sleep. She sat at the open window looking out at the baker’s shop, watching Bolle’s shadows behind the window as he prepared the oven’s fire for another day’s work. A few wisps of smoke had already curled up into the early morning sky. Naryla feasted on these images, as if seeing them for the first time. She had sat in this window many a time before during her seventeen years, watching the village slowly awaken from its slumber. As a little girl, she remembered hearing her parents stirring, getting the Pied Stallion ready for another day. Her mother would prepare the meat pies and the fruit tarts for Bolle to bake in his oven. Father would be cleaning the inn’s tables from the night before as her younger brother collected the wood for the evening’s fire in the grand stone fireplace that stood in the center of the room. It was sad to think she would never see these things again. ...