8 8 Spandex Bondage Resort by SPX Chapter One – Tied up in Tights, Just the beginning My girlfriend Cindy and I share a passion for tights, leotards and cat suits as well as bondage. I love to watch her work out and get very aroused by the colorful outfits she wears and she knows it too. She has an awesome body with long blond hair and spectacular huge round tits. We love to play and tease each other through the tight shiny second skin of her spandex body wear, usually ending up in wild passionate love making with her being tied up. She loves the feeling and always wears tights and leotards around the house. ...

Pete was driving home. It’s Friday evening; he just finished work for another week. He could not wait to get home and get into his rubber and latex gear. He had a huge fetish for rubber and latex. He spends the weekends wearing his favorite latex catsuit. He turned into a street. His eye caught the attention of a small shop on the corner. He slowed down he couldn’t believe it. In the window there was a collection of rubber and latex gear on display. The collection included catsuits, hoods, corsets, boots, gloves, gags, butt plugs and more. He never had seen this shop before. ...

(story continues from Spellbinder vs The Collector) Spellbinder vs. The Collector Part 2 The Collector’s Revenge—The Trap After his defeat to Spellbinder, the Collector had to lay low for six months– plenty of time to plan his revenge. He had set his traps– his hand playing with the microwave remote controller. All he needed was the proper bait. Spellbinder had destroyed his reputation of never failing, the mob was after him and his money reserves were almost completely drained. This had to be a precise operation, three quick abductions to re-establish his reputation and his cash reserves and get Spellbinder. He had to execute his plan quickly and effectively before word of his return reached the “mob.” The Collector pushed the first button on his remote. ...

Spellbinder vs. The Collector Part One Kelsie Chambers, star reporter for the Tribune, was putting the finishing touches on her latest story on Spellbinder. Spellbinder had captured the biggest drug shipment ever to enter Capital City and sent the city’s Mafia groups running. Her assistant comes rushing into the office, “Have you heard? The Collector is back in town.” Kelsie stops typing and looks up, “The Collector huh. A high profile kidnapper to the highest bidder. No one knows who he is or how he gets his victims. I heard from my sources in the FBI that every agent sent after him never comes back. They even set-up a sting with their best looking female operative, put her into the city’s club scene, built her up as the next upcoming supermodel/actress. Surrounded her with the best security, tracking devices and 24 hour surveillance and the Collector still got her ...

(story continues from Spellbinder vs The Collector) 8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector Part 3 by Ranger with illustration by Don Paula McKenzie, ex-CIA and ex-navy-seal, floated listlessly in the inky black water on a moonless night, invisible to the naked eye. Now a private investigator hired by the Mayor of Central City to stop the Collector and recover the missing supermodels and Spellbinder. Paula, floating 200 yards out in Central Bay, pointed a sophisticated infrared scope at the private pier of exclusive import-export company of Blue Horizons, a company that specialize in cutting edge high tech and medical supplies. Paula’s contacts suspected the pier as the Collector’s hideout. A complicated array of microcomputers was mapping out the layout of the warehouse and proving her contacts right was several secret floors below the water level of the pier. Paula studied the layout, only one-way in and out and security looked tough. ...

Spring Break It was the spring break of my sophomore year in high school. I had been into bondage for several years and had been reading many stories on self-bondage and reading many techniques on different positions, time-release mechanisms, and just general experiences. Until recently, I was just doing simple self-bondage, the usual hog-tie (very escapable and nothing spectacular about it), tying myself to a chair, crudely tying myself to a bed, and very basic tying (tying ankles, hands and lying on the floor to struggle). But slowly, my collection of toys began to grow. Going from ripped T-shirt material and bandanas to ball gag harnesses, double locking handcuffs, rope, and leather straps. I had always had the key to my cuffs near me and I almost never stayed bound for more than 20 to 30 minuets, but today was going to be different. ...

Spring Break 2 by: Simpleton Well, it’s now another spring break. I wrote about my spring break over a year ago and recently had a better experience that occurred on spring break. So here it goes, I hope you enjoy it. I could barely fall asleep from the night before, just waiting for the 7 AM silence and the knowing that I had roughly 10 hours and the entire house to myself, with no interruptions. It was a great feeling. Usually I only practice self bondage for the sheer restraint, if I climax, I have to get undone as fast as possible. But today was going to be different. I was about to perform one of my longest sessions to date. ...

* Spring Cleaning I had the day off today due to a holiday, but it was one of those days that only some companies let you off on, but others didn’t. In this case, it was the 4th of July and it happened to fall on a Sunday. I figured the mall would be packed from everybody else having the day off, so I decided that running a few errands and getting a little R&R. For some reason I had woken up early today so I was able to get the errands done before lunch. As I was driving home, I remembered something, the cleaners come today, and I bet they don’t have it off. ...

Tim knew it would be a hard decision. A very hard one. One that millions of men had faced throughout humanity’s history. What anniversary present could he get his girlfriend that would not disappoint her? Flowers, yeah, nice try. Jewelry? Sure, but not on his salary. Sweets? He wasn’t opening that can of worms. Or rather hornets. No, he was looking for something extraordinary, something that said he had thought a lot about what to get. Which he had already done, but not with any noteworthy results. ...

Tim knew it would be a hard decision. A very hard one. One that millions of men had faced throughout humanity’s history. What anniversary present could he get his girlfriend that would not disappoint her? Flowers, yeah, nice try. Jewelry? Sure, but not on his salary. Sweets? He wasn’t opening that can of worms. Or rather hornets. No, he was looking for something extraordinary, something that said he had thought a lot about what to get. Which he had already done, but not with any noteworthy results. ...

(story continues from SRU: An Exciting Present)_ Part Two Chapter 3: Consequences, good and bad Gina stopped jerking and cumming some 15 minutes later, Tim noticed, not moving from her side. Regaining her senses took even longer, though as he’d noticed before, she – or her body – was still keeping up the air-humping routine with a decreasing intensity for almost the whole 20 minutes. Her now slightly “covered” black breasts’ nipples never lost their “high beam” status, confirming what the booklet said. ...

(story continues from SRU: An Exciting Present)_ Part Two Chapter 3: Consequences, good and bad Gina stopped jerking and cumming some 15 minutes later, Tim noticed, not moving from her side. Regaining her senses took even longer, though as he’d noticed before, she – or her body – was still keeping up the air-humping routine with a decreasing intensity for almost the whole 20 minutes. Her now slightly “covered” black breasts’ nipples never lost their “high beam” status, confirming what the booklet said. ...

Part 11 Candle light The pulse of the music thrummed through the floor of Club Abyss, the beat deep and slow like a steady, hungry heart. It was a Friday night and the air shimmered with heat and latex polish, every movement from the patrons radiating intensity. Lena and Mina stood near the bar, their forms clad in glistening black catsuits, the tight latex hugging every curve. They returned, of course they did. They were part of Abyss now. Their eyes gleaming with excitement as they watched the crowd, the stage, and Evelyn herself, moving like a dark queen through the sea of rubber and desire. The air buzzed with pulsing basslines and flickers of strobe light, casting silhouettes of masked dancers across the lacquered floor. Lena and Mina, draped in their latex catsuits, leaned against the bar sipping chilled cocktails, their breath still catching at the edges of the thrill that came with being recognized as full members. Patrons nodded knowingly to them, greeted them. They belonged. ...

This is how it happened. Candi and I were relaxing around the house one night, not doing a lot, just relaxing with a couple of glasses of wine and watching TV. She’d been reading some trashy law novel, but after a couple of hours she was two full glasses into a bottle and she’d lost interest. I shouldn’t say she’d lost interest: it was more like she couldn’t follow the plot. Candi had a tendency to get blasted and then get spacey and bubbleheaded. I’ve seen her do some really dumb things when she was half in the bag, and I personally felt she probably would have been happy as some blond bimbo who didn’t have a care in the world. ...

(story continues from Still Life)_ Part Two - Changing Parts I was two days in a window, and then three months in a box. It’s amazing how you outlook on life changes when you’re just a collection of parts in a cardboard container. It’d started a few months before with my girlfriend, Candi. She’d found some magic coin, or so she told me, and made a wish so that she could turn me into a mannequin whenever she wanted. I thought it was crap, but I was wrong; the magic worked. ...

(story continues from Still Life 2 - Changing Parts)_ Part Three - Mistaken Identities I fell to my knees, nearly tumbling off the podium. It was late at night: all the shoppers were gone. I was thankful I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing or hearing me, ‘cause the moan that slipped out echoed throughout the store. I immediately sighed after I was finished moaning. My hope that only a couple of days would go by since Ronnie and I were “frozen” had turned into twelve days of display. I was sure Ronnie was still plastic, since she would have come looking for me had someone inadvertently changed her back to human. I was surprised to see that someone would say “Nora, real,” before they’d say “Rebecca, real.” Or some combination of people speaking thereof. ...

Hello, my friend! I know it has been entirely too long since I sat down at the keyboard and banged out a story. But I finally did the other day, and thought you might get a kick out of it. It doesn’t have a name or maybe it’s “The Story With No Name.” PS - if you post an e-mail address for me, please use [email protected]. Keep well - and keep warm! ...

It had been a long and trying week, with lots of stress. I really badly needed to be bound. It had been a little while since I had tied myself up, and with the stresses of the week I could really use it. I started by taking a good hot bath with lotion. I made sure my legs were shaved (I had neglected them this week thanks to being too busy.) The hot bath helped to loosen up some tired muscles, and also relaxed me mentally. After my bath I blow dried my hair and placed it in a bun. ...

Roger was busy sorting himself out as Maria was coming home tomorrow, he was going out tonight and without Maria as she was busy at home. Roger and Maria had been together for almost 4 years now and it seemed like things were getting into a rut where sex and playing were concerned. They had been Sir and submissive till about 18 months ago when he came out to her that he was a switch and would also like to be a submissive himself and be led at times. Roger wanted some fun and ok he also felt like sex and with Maria so far away also a bit of danger, he was getting excited at the thought of maybe picking someone up for a night or even being picked up himself by a Mistress and who knows what it might lead to. Roger was trying to put the cock harness on but just the thought of another woman other than Maria touching him in a private way made him hard with excitement. At last the harness was on and he thought dare he go a bit further and put some panties on as well, maybe red ones as that is what Maria liked him to wear red bra and panties, it was too much and so Roger gave in and that was what he wore under his clothes. The Munch was at 7pm and Roger knew he was early so he sat in his car people watching and see who went in and out of the pub also who he could recognise from the group. Roger slowly made his way through the pub crowd got himself a drink and went over to some people he knew and who were regulars to this group, glass in hand he passed light chat all the time smiling and nodding to others and looking for new faces. A couple of people came over and introduce themselves, the woman was quite chatty to Roger asking him loads of question while the man stood silent by her side, Roger felt he was being interrogated and most times could only answer yes or no. After a while Roger found himself alone with this couple and they moved into a corner where they could chat more privately without ear wigers. Even though Roger had given his word to Maria that he would not wander, this promise went out the window as the couple plied him with drinks and his will was weakening. The next thing Roger knew he was in the passenger side seat of his car and the woman was driving him somewhere with the man following in his car behind. ...

The click of her heels echoed across the almost-bare room as she approached the bed. Then silence. He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him. ...