(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 6: The Price Of Freedom, part 1) Part 7: The Price Of Freedom, part 2 Beth knew she wouldn’t be able to easily open the trunk lid from the inside in the dark, if at all, and that if she needed to escape it would have to be right past the stranger staring at her. That was at best a near impossibility, but even if she did escape this stranger she would be stranded nearly naked in an unknown place with no food, water, or even money to buy her freedom. She knew she could be easily grabbed by some opportunistic men who could take extreme advantage of her, (if they could catch her), only to return her to Grandview where she belonged when they were eventually done with her. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 7: The Price Of Freedom, part 2) Part 8: Destiny Strikes Again “There can be no going back to your apartment in the city, your two reporter friends and I cleaned it out and boxed up your things for storage.” the editor stated roughly. “You’re a fugitive from justice in that town now, and the authorities will look for you, or at least the you that matches your mug shot and fingerprints. You have embarrassing information that they will wish to keep out of the public eye, how exactly they have managed to keep all this hidden from those outside of Grandview is possibly the biggest part of the story, but the part you can’t tell because you had to escape before you found out for yourself.” the editor summarized in irritated fashion. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 8: Destiny Strikes Again) Part 9: Finding A Winning Mount Beth continued to write during the day, and then pull the editor in his heavy wagon during the early evening, the man at least learning how to hitch her properly to it himself. Her hands were cuffed to the staves of the cart not because it duplicated her earlier efforts at Grandview, but simply because the man driving her liked the way her cuffs looked on her. ...

This story contains acts of bondage and mummification preformed by furry (anthro) characters. If you do not like that sort of thing continue no further however if you do or are just curious by all means continue. This is one of my first stories hope you like it. Any comments please send to [email protected] Id love to hear from you. “It’s OK, Liz.” Jen tried once more to comfort his vixen girlfriend but without much luck. “I know you don’t want me to go, but it’s Chicago’s School of Arts – one of the best schools in the U.S.! I’ve got to go.” ...

* * The Jumbo Sale by Studbound Some years ago, my wife Lisa and I went to a jumbo sale on a Saturday. We noticed some pieces of unusual equipment on one of the tables, somewhat out of the way. There were some handcuffs and two things I couldn’t identify. We asked the man running the sale about them. He said it was rather embarrassing but apparently the couple who had owned the house before had been into what he called “that tie-up stuff” and he and his elderly wife just wanted to get rid of all the “bondage junk” because it took up a lot of space. There was a lot more, he said and he said he’d give it all to us for fifty quid. ...

For as long as I can remember I have always craved to be tied up and rendered immobile. I have been into self-bondage for several years now and recently I upped the stakes wanted to try something I had never done before. It was the most thrilling and embarrassing moment in my life. Last Saturday, I knew that I had the whole day to myself and that I could indulge my favorite pastime. So I slept in and woke up around 10:00 a.m. I was so excited for this was “the day” I was going to try something I had never done before. I had been planning for this day for the past couple of months. I went into the basement and got all of the equipment that I would need. I then went to the refrigerator and removed the 6 plastic containers that I had placed there . They each were filled with about 2 ounces of my own cum. And at the bottom of one of these 6 containers was the key to the handcuffs I would need to later release myself, the other five also had handcuff keys but they were filed down and would not work The containers also had an inner lip around the top. I placed these 6 containers in 6 different holders, I had especially made, that were scattered throughout the basement. The holders were about 3’ off the ground and once I snapped the container in place it took 2 two hands to get it out. I forced myself not to peek and see which container had the key. It was easy to do this while I was horny, the trick would come after I came. ...

The date had been nice. Nothing special. A nice dinner at a sushi restaurant and a pretty average movie. Greg had been fun to talk to, with a lot of stories about college. Now came the part this had all been building up to. They were standing in Kate’s apartment facing each other, and they were both trying to feel out what would come next. Kate swallowed and said, “Um, Christine said there’s this thing you can do…” Greg hesitated, then grinned. “I… thought you liked me for my personality?” She held up her hands, “I do! But I’m also interested in that thing you can do.” “Did she tell you about it in detail?” “She said that it felt unbelievably good, and that I should trust you.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re either way braver or way hornier than I thought. Okay.” He took a step closer, so that she could feel his breath. “What happens is, I kiss you, and you don’t pull away no matter what, for any reason, and then tomorrow morning things go back to normal for you.” Kate nodded. “Okay.” He put one hand on the small of her back, and the other hand on the back of her head, and pulled her closer, into a kiss. No fancy tongue stuff, in fact at first it was sort of boring. Then she started to feel a tingling. It started in her chest, and started spreading all over her body. She started breathing hard through her nose, felt her heart beat faster, felt a heat building inside of her. It was such an ordinary kiss, and she was already getting wet from that alone. The first sign that something was odd was that her chest started to feel tight. She raised her left hand up and touched her breast, and actually felt it expand in her hand. She instinctively tried to pull away, just a little, but Brad held her in place, pushing his lips against hers a little harder, and said “uh-uh” through the kiss. It felt good, but also strange. The tingling and tightness grew in her chest, and she felt her breasts straining against her bra, her nipples becoming rock-hard. Then she felt and heard the fabric starting to tear. With Greg’s face taking up most of her vision, she could just barely see her bare skin through the tear in her shirt, except the color looked wrong. When she touched it she felt plastic. Greg took the hand that had been at her back and used it to grab at the tear in her clothes and pull, exposing her chest to the air. He rubbed his hand across them, and it made squeaking noises, and caused a shockwave of pleasure. Her nipples seemed unyielding, unnaturally hard. And still he kept kissing her. When she held up her hand, she saw it turn that plastic color in front of her eyes, the color spreading like a slowly growing puddle of water. The tingling, almost an itching sensation, was more intense in a circle around her wrist, in a line going down her arm, and she watched out of the corner of her eye and the lines of sensation started to become seams. ...

The following story true. It includes self-bondage (directed by a mistress), exhibition and submission and took place in Las Vegas and Arizona while I was attending Comdex more than 8 years ago. At the time I was seeing a mistress on the East Coast and when she found out I was going to be at the show, she planned a special occasion for me at a motel in AZ owned by a friend of hers. Most of our activities to date have been in a confined and controlled environment and focused mostly on straight bondage with minor use of female clothing. This is also the first, but not the last time I was involved in public cross-dressing. ...

The following story true. It includes self-bondage (directed by a mistress), exhibition and submission and took place in Las Vegas and Arizona while I was attending Comdex more than 8 years ago. At the time I was seeing a mistress on the East Coast and when she found out I was going to be at the show, she planned a special occasion for me at a motel in AZ owned by a friend of hers. Most of our activities to date have been in a confined and controlled environment and focused mostly on straight bondage with minor use of female clothing. This is also the first, but not the last time I was involved in public cross-dressing. ...

It almost seemed like she was sleeping as I looked at her. She lay motionless, on the sofa as I sat in the armchair opposite her. She looked comfortable, but her eyes. Her eyes were wide open. She looked panic stricken as she stared back at me. I knew why of course, I had done this to her. She couldn’t move anything but her eyes. I had waited, hidden in her house for hours until the right moment to strike and before she’d even known I was there I had plunged the needle in and unloaded it’s contents into her blood stream. It was a fast acting serum. She had slumped almost immediately. Paralysed. I sat in the armchair, just looking at her for a few more minutes before I got up. ...

(story continues from The Last Day of Her 29th Year)_ _(a spiritual sequel to “the last day of her 29th year“) Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader “Well hello there” Hazel grinned. “No sense in struggling too hard, you might hurt yourself” She chuckled as she knelt, to be face to face with her captive. Georgia tested her bonds and groaned into her ring-gag, but she was held tightly in place. She was strapped tightly, in a kneeling position, her arms pulled tight behind her back and secured to some sort of metal frame. ...

Part One Kate Amos sat in the dark of the strange house, for the tenth time checking that the bag of materials at her side was still complete. Her watch said it was 2:18 AM and she knew that her prey would be home at any moment. She had never felt more afraid, yet more vibrant in her entire life. The thrill of what she was planning, of her ultimate fantasy being so close, was almost overwhelming. Finally she saw the lights of big pickup truck pulling into the driveway. ...

(story continues from The Last of Tony) Part Two The drive back to her house was the only dangerous time left for her. If she got stopped by a cop, she was doomed. When she passed a patrol car, sitting in a commercial driveway looking for speeders or drunk drivers, her heart missed a couple beats, but she drove on past and the cop car did not move. She only allowed herself to feel real relief when she arrived on the rural street where she lived. Her family house, built in the late 1940’s, and isolated from the nearest residence by three acres of brush and trees. Her long gravel driveway was probably pretty bumpy for poor Tony in the back, but she knew it was going to get a lot worse for him, and very soon. ...

If you are the author of this story please contact me [email protected] The Latex Dungeon Part One ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** PART ONE Julie was a tall slender Woman about 5 and a half feet tall, she had slender shapely legs and a beautifully shaped body curved in all the right places. Julie was a normal woman of 33 years of age, she had the same thoughts and concerns that most women her age have, although the fact that it had been some time since she had a lover last was beginning to bother her some, not that she minded too much at night when she had come home from her job as a Photographer’s assistant, she would stretch out on her large luxurious bed, reach into the drawer of the night side table and pull out a six inch studded vibrator, “At least I won’t have to feed you breakfast in the morning.” she would joke before pleasuring herself with it and bringing her self to a sweet orgasm and then drifting off to a erotic dream filled sleep. ...

If you are the author of this story please contact me [email protected] The Latex Dungeon Part Two - Julie’s First Day ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie woke up from a long restful sleep, it had been two days since the Mistress, (her new lover and employer) had her shackled to the dungeon wall. “Two days,” Julie groaned as she knocked the still ringing alarm clock off of the night side table onto the floor, “Two days…Uuhh!…my legs still feel like jelly,” Julie reached down between her leg and massaged her still a little sore pussy, the thought of how being shackled to the sex machine while it relentlessly rammed the attached studded dildo inside the latex catsuit that the Mistress had her put into was still fresh in her mind, as she reached beside her on the bed and grabbed the six inch ribbed vibrator, she looked at it and said, “you my friend are going to get a vacation for a while.” Julie put the vibrator back into the drawer of the night side table, she had been unable to use it last night, her poor pussy was just too sore from the hour long fucking she had received at the hands of the sex machine, she in a small way cursed the Mistress for that but she had to admit to herself it was the best fuck she had ever had. ...

If you are the author of this story please contact me [email protected] The Latex Dungeon Part Three - Julie & Cynthia’s punishment ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie woke up the next morning laying in her own bed, she was surprised that she made it home at all after spending most of it at Alexis’s apartment, she could have just stayed the night, Alexis did make the offer to her, Julie had said that her offer was tempting but that there were a few things that she had to attend to at home, it wasn’t true of course deep down she would have loved to spend the whole night making love with Alexis, she was so kinky and Julie loved that about her, but she could not get what Cynthia had whispered in her ear out of her mind, so she deliberately wanted to show up for work late, and she figured that it might give her a chance to be close to her for a while, she did not love her the same way that she loved Alexis, but she was attracted to her, the morning she had spent on the strange bed like contraption had been very exciting for her and with the Mistress in control of the two of them, the whole experience had been very stimulating. It had made Julie a little jealous that it wasn’t herself that the Mistress had kept on the machine all morning. “Well,” Julie said to herself as she lazily got out of bed, “I’ll make sure I don’t miss out on any of the fun this time.” ...

If you are the author of this story please contact me [email protected] The Latex Dungeon Part Four - Cynthia & Julie’s date ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie moaned as she stirred from her sleep, the morning sunlight was streaming in from the partially opened window blinds and glistened off of her black latex covered body and continued to cast it’s golden glow to the rest of Julie’s apartment. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms high above her head, her back arched and her breasts each held perfectly in the molded breast cups of her latex catsuit stretched provocatively as the small of her back lifted momentarily as she stretched herself out on top of the latex bed covers, she was still wearing the latex catsuit that Alexis had given to her for such a great day of business at the fetish shop, it had felt so great that she had decided to sleep in it, it’s molded and studded sheath still resided deep within her, she reached down with her hand, sliding it under the waistband of her silver studded black latex bikini briefs until she reached her latex covered pussy lips each separated and slightly parted in their own molded lips. Julie gasped as her latex covered finger touched her sensitive rubber lips, the latex covering her vaginal lips made them more sensitive to the touch, her lips clenched at the touch of her finger sliding over them. She could feel the empty rubber sheath inside her collapse as she clamped onto it with her lips, “AHhhh!” Julie gasped again as she inserted her finger between her enclosed lips, “OHhhh!” she moaned as her rubberized lips clamped onto her finger. With her middle finger deep inside her she cupped her pussy with the rest of her hand, she gasped as she pressed her hand over her rubber imprisoned pussy, she held her hand firmly cupping herself trying limit any movement, her pussy was so sensitive and reacted to any touch or movement, she had a hard time just keeping her thighs apart, the urge to close them and pull her hand away was very strong. ...

If you are the author of this story please contact me [email protected] The Latex Dungeon Part Four - Cynthia & Julie’s date - Part 2 ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** The afternoon went by in the usual way with the playful petting and the usual jokes when there were no customers in the store, and soon it was closing time. Julie had been busy dusting a glass display shelf and was now putting all of the boxed dildos and vibrators back onto the nice clean shelf when Alexis called out to them. “Ok girls…it’s time to close up.” Julie walked over to the counter where Alexis was catching up on some orders, she leaned over and kissed Alexis on the cheek as Cynthia was getting her coat and said. “Are you sure about this?” “Hell yes.” She replied. “I’ve known Cynthia a long time, she’s sincere in her feelings… I think it’ll be good for the two of you to get to know one another better… besides maybe tomorrow we’ll all do something together….” She kissed her back and continued. “You two go on ahead I have a few things to do before I go.” She winked at Julie and said. “Have fun.” Cynthia came up behind Julie and put her hands around her waist and kissed her on the neck and said. “You ready to go?” “Yup.” Julie replied and headed for the door. Cynthia kissed Alexis passionately and said. “Thanks this means a lot to me.” “You two just have fun.” Alexis said as Cynthia turned and headed to meet Julie who was waiting at the door. “Do you want us to lock the door on our way out?” Julie called to Alexis. “Please.” She replied. “Ok good night” They both said as they locked up and left the Shop. ...

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. 8 The Leather Twins by Anne Gray Copyright: Anne Gray, November 2002 Chapter 1 – The First of the Set! I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella. ...

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 9: Drink Your Milk)_ Part Ten - Masterpiece Chapter 19 – “Wheeled Clean Outs!” Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them. Our current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long time planning how it would be done. Early in the day they had both been fed and showered and now sat in the playroom, bound hand and foot, watching our preparations. ...