(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster 2: Aftermath) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part Two Part 3: Trapped in the Dumpster Again Things had gone very strangely the last time. First, I had sealed myself into a huge black trash bag inside a dumpster. I had bound and gagged myself inside the bag and had surrounded myself with paper. Then things went wrong, as very heavy trash was dumped into the dumpster and I was trapped under it’s weight. I was lucky, I was be able to loosen my gag and shout for help. And thankfully there was someone, who had rescued me. ...

(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster 3: Trapped in the Dumpster Again) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part Three Part 4: The First Playtime I was woken by the loud grumbling from my belly. Slowly opening my eyes I noticed I was laying in a bed. It was neat and warm, but somehow I was feeling groggy. My arms and legs felt strangely numb and my wrists and ankles hurt. Looking to the window I noticed a dim light shining through. I didn’t know what time it was. It was clearly twilight outside, but was it morning or evening? How long had I slept? How had I gotten into the bed? ...

(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster 4: The First Playtime) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part Four Part 5: Playtime at the Beach Our first playtime was amazing. Not because I blacked out as he took care of my mouth. It was because he showed me, how much fun it could for my skin to be wet and slippery all over, inside a trash bag. Sure, by the time I got out, I was very thirsty from the near to the full powered heater. And the vibrator didn’t pleasure me enough to make me cum. He only used it to keep me awake and make me aware of the slipperiness in my bag. ...

(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster 5: Playtime at the Beach) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part Five Part 6: Another good use for Saran Wrap Two whole months had passed since our last real encounter with trash bags. I can remember the day. We were at the beach, and there he had sealed me bound and gagged inside a trash bag. Before that he’d covered me with leftover food and drinks. To my shock he left me inside my trash bag at the beach. I was a bit afraid, that he wouldn’t came back for me. And my fear grew as I heard footsteps outside and someone moaned about those stupid people, who had disposed of their trash at the beach. Then I felt movement on my bag and it was opened. I’d barely moved myself, but then I saw his face smiling down at me. ...

(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster 6: Another good use for Saran Wrap) Authors note: Today I’m posting the 7th part of the “Trapped in the Dumpster” Series. Please don’t be disappointed, because it doesn’t match the actually time. The reason is, I want to keep the timeline. I may suggest you to look the following part eight. Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part Six Part 7: A Self-made Present ...

Here I was thinking I was hot stuff. I’d turned 18. I was a senior. I had been accepted to college. There was one month of school left and hell, I was sailing through my final classes. I was invincible. I was eating lunch with my friend when a glob of pudding landed in front of me. Raucous laughter erupted from the other end of the table. I saw one of my classmates still holding the spoon used to catapult it at me. ...

Part 1: Arrival “No.” The answer came suddenly, almost before Jessica had finished her question. She snapped her mouth closed after she realized her jaw had dropped at being denied so abruptly. Jessica Moon was a reporter for a local magazine in Nappa Valley; she had just finished her degree in journalism and had taken the job with a great deal of excitement. All of that had slowly begun to drift away as she felt that many of the stories she was given were simply being recycled; she found her work to be little more than a gossip rag for the area, but the gossip was so bland it was all but expected. Then she had heard words of a reclusive woman who had one of the larger estates out towards the countryside, a woman who exercised some kind of kinky domination thing. ...

(story continues from The Trials of Slave Victoria) Trials of Slave Victoria - Part 2 by Slave Victoria M/f; D/s; bond; leather; cage; cons; X He told me he had some things he had to do and he would be back later. He wanted me to get some rest. After a long hard kiss, he gagged me with a penis gag. He asked, “Will you be alright for a while, Slave?” I shook my head yes. After awhile I fell asleep waiting for Master’s return… ...

Aside to Sharon and Trina; “Bast, Goddess who comprehends Goddesses, Eye of Ra Protector, Avenger, Destroyer, Keeper of Life, who lives forever” “Sharon and Trina, you have come to the Temple of Bast, your priestess, and your assembled friends to Unite with each other. This is a solemn moment, which neither of you should ever remember lightly, but rather hold this as a tribute to Bast and to each other.” ...

Hi Grommet Just a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures of life. Mind you he will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying “anyone would love what you did to the burglar. That would be pure pleasure” The jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity, I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and then another and another, I replied to each one and it all started from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned so at the end of the day it was a no contest. ...

Well I’m off to the Carnival that came into town everybody is talking about. I arrive and get a bunch of tickets to ride all the rides even double if I want. As I pay for the tickets the ticket person looks at me up and down and smiles a little, I don’t know why, as she hands me the tickets and asks for my wrist. I stick my arm through the window and she places this pink armband on me. I ask what it is for and she tells me since I bought so many tickets I get too ride the “Real Ride” at the back of the park which opens 5 minutes before the rest of the rides close. I thought wow cool a free ride. ...

(story continues from Trip to the Carnival)_ Part Two Here I lay in a crib sucking away on a cock gag that is giving me food. I gaze at my body and it frightens me how much I look like a freaky plastic doll. I can’t believe this stuff goes on or stuff like this plastic skin even exists. What makes me even more scared is the fact that there are auctions to purchase people like me turned into one of these dolls. ...

(story continues from Trip to the Carnival 2)_ Part Three I’m here laying down on a wooden horse starring at a monitor of a line of people ready to give my doll ass a fuck test. Suzie came in to sit and watch and record my reactions to my ass fucking. A microphone is put in front of me so the bidders outside can hear my screams, moans & heavy breathing from my enjoyment or torment. ...

(story continues from Trip to the Carnival 3)_ Part Four After a week of pure punishment, I don’t know how I will be able to make it once I am finally sold tomorrow. If the punishments, or teachings as my captors would rather call it, are anything I can expect by the winning bidder, I hope I die fast as that would not be a life to live at all. Being my last night before my final day up on the auction block, I am allowed to relax without anything inserted. I am also naked, with clear view of my fake privates that has sealed my cock away. I have lost feeling down there as well, I can no longer feel the pain I did when I my life first began as this sex doll. I wonder was it other drugs I was given, or natural body reaction. ...

Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 1 – The Beginning. Life is hard. I’ll pour myself another glass of wine from the box and tell you how I got here. I’m Tricha Sarks. I was born in Newtok, Alaska. Never heard of it? The town is a zillion miles from civilization, so small that all the roads end at the edge of town; you need a plane, boat or snowmobile to get anywhere else. It’s nestled between the freezing cold tundra and the freezing Bering Sea. The long cold night of October through March was too much for me. I had to get away, so I took a wild chance. I recently moved to San Francisco without a job lined up, no friends outside of Alaska, and no local family. I’m good looking and an excellent dancer. I figured I would get a job as a model, or a dance instructor or something. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way - Chapter 1 – The Beginning) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 2 – The Rain Date A month and a half had gone by since my public bondage gig. The phone rang, and of course I’m home. I don’t go out very often, and it’s lonely here. Only two people ever called. The first is my parents trying to get me to move back to Alaska. The second is a bill collector wanting money. I don’t want to speak to either of them, but I answered the phone anyway. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 2 – The Rain Date) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 3: Halloween Dave was getting set for his Halloween update. I agreed to be dressed as a crazy lady, walking through crowded downtown San Francisco. It was close enough to Halloween that people should understand. The gig gets me out of my lonely house for a day, away from the collection calls. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 3: Halloween) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 4: The Party It’s been two weeks since my operation. Dave already has me staying in his guest bedroom, and I’ll be moved out of my apartment at the end of the month. Dave used the power of attorney. I didn’t sign a thing. I’m nervous and comforted at the same time. My large cleavage pokes out a lot, making gaps in button down blouses and always being prominently displayed. Like a lot of guys, Dave loves to stare at my boobs longingly. Linda did take me out bra shopping. All of my other bras simply can’t contain my cleavage any longer. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 4: The Party) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 5: Suburban Health Care True to his word, Dave got me quite a few gigs from that party. I had no idea that people would pay money to see a video of a woman with a broken leg, but they will! I’ll take their money! I did a long gig being videotaped crutching around the mall for Chicks-On-Sticks.com, and did a few shots showing off my immobilized broken leg for other fetish sites as well! With my leg being held immobile for two months limiting my ability to get most work, earning money for being videotaped while shopping is a good career when you can get it. ...

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 5: Suburban Health Care) Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites. Chapter 6: Folsom Street Fair I had recovered from my injury, and life was going pretty well for a change. The Folsom Street Fair was coming up. Dave offered me a private gig – I would be dressed as he pleased as we went through the fair. He assured me this gig was absolutely no public nudity. Despite having a modest bank account, I knew I needed the money. Dave paid well for what I did, and Linda would kill him if he touched me. I agreed to do it. ...