(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 5) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 7 In part six, I was left in class, locked into Joanna’s custom rack, fully stretched out naked, and covered up with the familiar satin sheet, awaiting the arrival of the students themselves. All this was becoming a routine for me, with the addition of much more stress on my body as I was fully taut from ankles to wrists, but with the one life-altering addition of having a companion in bondage. The most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen was strapped naked to a post on the platform next to me, and we awaited the coming ordeal fully aware of each other’s presence. This heightened every sensation in my body, every thought in my brain, as I began to realize my emotions were now in play as well as my physical exposure and submission. The Angel Aurora was a part of my suffering, a part of my nakedness, a part of my heart and a part, an astonishingly rich and profound part, of my soul. These realizations were as inescapable to me now as my being locked into the high-tech, satin-padded torture device. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 7) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 8 It was a long way, but Aurora and I were so utterly captivated by each other that we actually walked the whole way to my parents’ home after class that night. We walked through the cool, evening air, in our light, summery clothing, and we were still flushed warm with the joy and the passion of our bonding. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 8) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 9 Aurora and I arrived at the shopping mall about fifteen minutes before the shops all began to close up for the day. The mall itself didn’t close until eleven or twelve, but usually everyone pretty much cleared out and went elsewhere once there was nothing open. There weren’t any late evening restaurants or arcades or anything to attract customers for the main evening hours. ...

“The Major will see you now.” “About time.” Rising from his chair James Watson strode towards the door leading to Major Franklin’s private office. Stepping in, he glared at the major. “What in hell,” he asked coldly, “do you think you were doing?” “Professor Watson,” Franklin replied smoothly, “I always know precisely what I’m doing. I do what needs to be done.” “And that includes breaking into my lab? Stealing my work?” ...

Erosboutique & Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004 Liz stared out of the caravan window. Through the streaks of rain, she could just make out the figure of her boyfriend Gary standing chatting to the postman. Knee deep in mud the pair laughed and joked as Gary signed for yet another package. Liz watched the post van bump and jolt it’s way down the dirt road that lead off the property and wondered why the hell she didn’t just jump aboard it and get back to civilisation, but she knew why and turned to watch Gary trudge off through mud up to the barn in the distance. ...

Part One sabina scampered along the sidewalk, her snow white kitten tail flicking back and forth as she walked. her little robot clank rolled along in its treads at her side as she enjoyed the sun. “You know clank, i really hope i can get a good student job. i need to earn the extra credit.” her uniform skirt was a bit to short, a result of the school not having many clothes sized for someone so small. Barely topping 4'10" and weight about 94 lbs sabina was one of the smallest students they had at Shokushu High. Students were encouraged to apply for on campus jobs, assisting staff in the upkeep and running of the school. Unfortunately sabina had transferred in during the winter break, so a lot of the jobs were already filled. ...

Julie watched the last of the ice cubes melt in the bathtub. She dipped her finger in the bright red liquid but it was still too hot. She slipped the two dildoes in front and back and fastened her chastity belt over them, locking it in place. She covered her naked body with talc and started to slide the blue latex suit up her legs. She loved the feeling of the tight smooth latex against her shaved skin. ...

Part 1 The police chief was on a rant. The weather was awful and his mood was worse. As the cold rain slashed at the windows of the police station, I sat and listened as the chief, pacing behind his desk, vented. Every so often he would stop to pound on the desk to emphasize a point. He was a burly guy, crew cut hair, red face, gruff. “Damn it! We don’t need any help from anybody! We don’t need local big shots butting in! And we certainly don’t need big city private investigators sticking their nose into our business!” ...

The Begining - Part 1 of Rubber Doll Jessica Jack was a regular kind of guy. He had a normal life as far as anyone knew. he had a fairly successful job at a good company. Dated from time to time, but nothing serious. Even lived in a nice apartment in a good part of town. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However Jack did have one thing he thought was a problem. It kept him from having any real friends or being in a solid relationship. It kept him away from just about everyone, even his family. Jack didn’t have a disease or disfigurement. He was by far ugly. Slim and trim girl magnet really. So what was his problem? ...

Peter Meadows was a loner. He was rather small, ultra shy and had never had a girl friend. He never had many male friends come to that. He was now twenty three and was still a virgin. He had just started his holidays and was double checking his camping equipment. He carried this out with meticulous attention. He went out to his people carrier and opened up the tailgate. Hurrying backwards and forwards, he did not take long to fill the car up. He locked the house up, told his neighbours where he was off to and drove off. ...

Note: I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will. 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 My long time friend and lover Geoff was slouched on my cream leather sofa munching a rather messy looking take-away meal, whilst a can of beer perched on the arm of the sofa looked decidedly precariously balanced. The television was blaring loudly and Geoff was almost fully absorbed in the big match, of which live coverage had just started. I gazed at the scene without a word of disapproval. Not once did I lunge forwards to move the beer, sweep away the crumbs or reach for the remote control to quell the raucous cacophony. You may well wonder why I put up with this loutish behavior in my own home and what was the reason for this scene of domestic harmony. It was because I was thoroughly bound and gagged! ...

Hello Gromet. That about does it. Thanks for the ride. It was certainly a journey of self discover and escape from the bondage of shame and guilt. Take care, Otto. The Big Risk I can confidently say that I know tons about self bondage. Not just techniques, but also about motivation. Why do we do it, and how does the behavior affect our habit? We get such a rush out of that point of no return, but the same bondage activity soon becomes tiresome, and we search for something different. We look for different risks to take, longer bondage sessions, and inevitable pain and torture. We start with basic self-imprisonment with a release in one to two hours. Then we might experiement with long sessions with uncomfortable positions. Perhaps some partial suspension. We start using vibrators and fetish clothes to highten our level of sexual arousal. Perhaps a little public bondage. Perhaps some electrical torture. We keep escalating our self-bondage behavior looking for greater and greater adrenaline rushes, but like a heroine addict, nothing ever seems to match that first time we found ourselves completely helpless to release ourselves. ...

I watched every single Thursday morning as the garbage truck shuddered to a halt in the service yard next door. I worked in an IT sales company, which was on a main road next to a huge restaurant and drive through complex. That place had bank machines, sit down cafe, off license, the works. It was really handy when you needed something on the way home from work, but it was very dear. ...

“I’ll give you anything you want for your birthday”, Kelsie said with a smile. “Anything??”, Jeff replied “Anything..” Kelsie said. Kelsie was absolutely gorgeous. She stood 5'7"; weighed about 125 lbs. and her figure would make an hourglass blush. She worked out quite regularly and she was firm all the way around, especially her 36 C breasts. Jeff’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to do anything that he wanted. They had been dating for almost 2 years now and the more she figured she would do for him the more she figured he would be closer to asking for her hand. ...

(A short intro, please let me know if this is something I should continue.) It started out innocently enough, I simply putting some of my underthings away in my husbands drawer by mistake when some of my things stuck to his. I had teased him about potentially looking good in something like a thong, to which he responded in likely fashion, and rather hypocritically since he liked the way such things looked on me. They weren’t truthfully my favorites either, but I wore them for him once in a while to tease him up. The misplaced underthings in question were not truly a thong in the traditional sense either, but quite brief and intrusive, and not worn in some time as they were thought lost in our apartment’s laundry machines. ...

Part 1: The Upper Torso Jay was a mechanical engineer. He loved math and physics which was probably the source of his fascination with three dimensional puzzles. Only a few years out of college, Jay had a solid start on a successful career, but sometimes he wished that he had spent as much time improving his social skills as he did his engineering skills. Basically, Jay was shy and lonely, and he had few opportunities to change that. With nobody waiting for him at home, he tended to spend more and more time at work, and his cycle of solitude perpetuated itself. Jay thought that he might never find someone to share his life with until he met Vanessa. ...

Part Two Sheik Achmed Ben Shahad had to act fast to avoid having to pay the exorbitant, precedent setting price he’d bid for Gwenn and Lara. Once that was accomplished, he also had to figure out a way to extract the location of the treasure from Cross without tipping his hand to whomever else knew of its existence, let alone Lara’s involvement. Paula’s phoned signaled. She wasted no time getting down to business. ...

(story continues from The Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross 2)_ Part Three Neither Lara nor Gwenn said a word to each other for the three or so minutes it took to simultaneously arrive at the imploding ecstasy of their enforced delirium. Every so often they’d look up to see how the other was doing. The strapped-on, vibrator/dildos and plugs had been set on low oscillation, giving the experience a slow-motion-ness that drove them up the wall, the ceiling, the floor and the ends of their ropes to a degree that convinced Lara she would never have sex again unless her lover was an expert at rope bondage. ...

(story continues from The Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross 3)_ Part 4 Though Sasha Nash’s experience with bondage was extensive, both as a model and lover, and video producer/slaver, it was child’s play compared to the predicament in which she now found herself. Regardless of the fact that none of the snakes had made a move towards her as she slowly ascended into the vat, speculation as to what would happen when or if her abductors decided to lower her frantically writhing body all the way to the floor continued to fuel and extend the surprising depth and intensity of Sasha’s multiple. ...

Sophie, Claire and Julie were the best of friends. They had known each other for some time. They had cried when one cried and cheered each other up. Eventually they formed “The Bondage Club”. The rules of this club were very simple. Each week for one night, one of the girls in turn would have to be tied up. The other two were to tie them up in a different position than the last time. They would video the sessions so that if at any time the method of tying was the same as previously experienced, then whoever did the tying, had to be tied up and left for a whole weekend. This meant that there would be 2 helpless captives struggling to get free. This also occurred if the victim managed to struggle free of her ropes. ...