story continues from part ten Chapter 11 I got up early and dressed quickly as I needed to get to the market for shopping and things before our guests departed. So, leaving the keys on the pillow, I got the dogs and went shopping. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Suzi? Are you awake, dear?” My Dad’s voice right outside the door jolted me awake. “Uh, yeah, Dad, I’ll be up in a minute.” ...
story continues from part seven Chapter 8 I raced Paul to the house, but let him win. It wouldn’t have looked right for the slave girl to beat her Master, but I probably could have done it if I’d tried. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Wet to the core, we sat in front of the aga to get warm. I untied Suzi’s arms, freeing her breasts in the process. She gently shook out her arms and breasts while I watched, mesmerized. ...
story continued from part one Part 2: The Mirror My mind was full of a million questions about the trunk, and the beautiful rubber panties within. Unsure whether I was even safe to be in the same room as the mysterious trunk, I dragged it into the spare bedroom and closed the door. Sleep proved elusive, restlessly listening for any sounds coming from outside my bedroom, every few minutes peeping to see if the eerie glow had returned. What played on my mind the most were the words which had appeared on the catalogue. “GET THE MIRROR!”. What did that mean, and what would be the ramifications if I acquired said mirror? ...
Moving to a new neighborhood was hard, of course any move was hard, but jumping the fence into the neighbor’s yard late at night when they were not home to use their Jacuzzi was easy. Jessi didn’t even hesitate to jump the fence she was just that kind of carefree kind of gal, and she didn’t really think they would mind even if they did catch her, the man of the house had seemed like a nice guy for the 10 seconds that she had met him as she was trying to organize and manage her moving crew. Jessi just wished she had had more time to talk to him, she liked to know her neighbors. Plus her muscles were killing her from the stress of packing and unpacking, and the long drive from out of town. She wondered if this guy had kids, she would not have guess that he did, it was just a hunch, but now that she was seeing his pool she was reconsidering her hunch. The pool was filled with weird toys all over the place. Most of it looked like blow up pool toys, and most of them were in the shapes of bugs or the occasional bird, lizard, dog, or cat. Jessi had to assume that toys like this belonged to a little boy so she refrained from her original plan to strip out of her bathing suite and use her birthday suite instead. It had been up in the air until seeing the toys but she now had the answer to her earlier question: No, she would not get in the mood to take the “little man in the boat” on a whitewater rafting trip on one of the water jets from the Jacuzzi. ...
It took a long time for Jessica to save up for the new panties. The procedure wasn’t all that expensive, but it took time when she could only put away a few dollars each week. But they would be worth it, the very latest in latex-toy tech, they were formed to fit a person perfectly, and you got to choose ‘inserts’ that could stimulate a person the entire time they were worn. Jessica had done her research, but the dangers reported were all very mild and she couldn’t wait. ...
When Andrew returned home his wife, Laura, was waiting for him. She had an oval shaped face, cool, blue eyes which were almost cat-like, and a rich full mouth. Her brown, waved hair was tied back but several strands had come loose. She wore a clinging t-shirt and tight hipsters that emphasised her slim, shapely figure and large breasts. “Oh Andrew I’ve missed you.” she said and hugged him. ...
My partner and I are always looking for a new exciting way for me to be tied up, and some predictiment bondage in the tub seemed ideal. After all I have spent many hours in our garden tub with a vibe in-between my legs and wishing i was tied up so why not actually do it. I talked to my partner about this and she smiled and after voicing a few minor concerns agreed to tie me in a hogtie in our garden tub then go watch TV for a few hours. ...
LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 21 Chapter 22: Heather Goes Nuts! Sure enough, turning the corner Jessica spotted Heather semi-submerged in a large tub of what appeared to be peanut butter. The only part of her visible above the surface was her head with her hair bundled up and pinned like a topknot. Jessica could tell Heather was conscious given the slow, side-to-side movements that her friend’s head made; indicating some form of motion was being hidden underneath the substance. ...
Authors note: This is a true story. It is based loosely on The Bathtub Bound scenario found at http://www.boundanna.com/html/en_scen_bathtubound.html It has been adapted to suit me and is not an exact copy of the scenario. Looking at the bath I knew what I was doing was silly, idiotic and a little bit dangerous but I also knew that certain urges are part of me and the only way to deal with them was to involve self bondage. Well, either that to pay for someone to do it for me but that’s not the kind of thing you come across in the Yellow Pages! ...
I remember that night, very well! I had just returned from work, and you were alredy in the tub, taking a hot bath for the night of pleasure that was to come. ….. When you saw me, you smiled, and I kneew I had to have you again. So I stripped off, and climbed into the tub behind you. As my body slid down behind yours, I felt the smoothness of your perfect back, pressing against my chest. ...
Hah! Diana said to herself as George stomped away and out the gate. Served him right. Husband he may be but this was the nineties for god’s sake! If he ever tried to blow their holiday fund on something like that again she’d REALLY blow her top. She faintly heard him revving the engine on the new sports car he’d bought (a ferrari she thought) with their money. He kept revving it for a bit before finally tearing off down the street to take it back to the dealer. ...
(story continues from Alice & Amanda 2: Living Together)_ _continues from part 2 Part 3: Mistress Amanda I woke up to the distinct sound of handcuffs being clicked in place. It took me a moment to realize that they were my hands being firmly locked behind my back with expert handling. And the moment I realized it, a bolt of excitement shot through my body. Today was my turn to be submissive to Amanda and I had been looking for this for quite some while. The last two times it was my turn had to be postponed because the first time I was sick and then some uninvited guests showed up on our door. It wasn’t a pleasant surprise although we were happy to see our friends, but it took a lot of panicky hiding of some unsocial items, ready for our day of fun and games. ...
[My story was written for my new girlfriend. With her approval, I look forward to any comments.] Chapter One: Their Romantic Day We find Cameron and Heather at Victoria Gardens outdoor mall. It is a sunny, subtly warm afternoon – perfect weather for window-shopping and people watching. Cameron is wearing a short-sleeved button-down striped brown shirt, black dress pants and black slip-on dress shoes. His short business-cut hair is keeping its shape well for the breeze that is blowing today during their afternoon outing. Heather is wearing a cotton, mono-colored beige dress, and beige wedge shoes. Her cinnamon blonde long hair is pulled up and clipped into place, yet long strands linger about the features of her face for a carefree look. With the breeze that is blowing today, her knee-length dress dances around lightly. While some strands of hair fly around her face she only moves it aside when she deems her attention is of importance or it becomes too much of a nuisance. He is only a couple inches taller than when she goes without heels. Based on outward appearances, they look good as a couple and either can easily attract others. ...
(story continues from Jane’s Toy Part 5)_ TWENTY-FOUR I bucked and moaned as the light of the Fazer played over me. I felt that sensation, as though a sledgehammer had just been slammed into my stomach, and I was suddenly sweating and vomiting the jism that I had swallowed not so long ago. I rolled about on the bedspread, feeling my body dwindling in size and mass. Worse, the leather cord shrank as well and continued to hold me wrapped tightly from head to toe. I pissed myself in final insult, before the sensations and effects of the Fazer finally started to recede. ...
(story continues from My Odyssey - Part 1: Meeting Jai As narrated)_ My Odyssey As narrated by Anne-Marie Killamajiian, Wife of Ahmed, of the House of Mustaffa, the Diamond Merchant Warning: This story involves bondage, consensual sex, domination, coercion, sex changes, sexual slavery, rape, and other jiggery-pokery. It is entirely fictional, and is intended as entertainment for adults only. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or to any location or activity is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. (As if anybody ever is!) ...
(story continues from Preppie Dolls 2: Snugbunny) CONTENTS WARNING Forced Feminzation (MTF Sissification); NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes and throat.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Male on shemale intercourse; Mild Body Control; NC intercourse; Breast Augmentation and Moderate body alteration; Mind Suppression; Rubber doll transformation; Mind manipulation; Sexual reconditioning; Orgasm Denial; Enslavement. Severe Behavior conditioning and alteration. Foot Fetish. Part 3: BoiToi Phoebe stretched and squeaked, her toes pointing in mid-air in her Japanese loose socks, the baggy legging hanging lazily off her ankles, as the young “girl” happily awoke to a new day. As she stood up, she giggled as the soft socks cushioned her feet hitting the floor, and the legging slouched down around her ankles and heels. She smiled at the enjoyable sensations and retied her crimson kimono nightgown, draping it over her morning erection. Her smile then turned cutely sinister as she recalled last night, and turned her head back to the mass of shivering pink rubber that had been resting beside her. Nikki hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. Nyx was still well aware, trapped inside the rubber coating, but more so was trapped in her own pleasure. Terrified and shamed, her mind was becoming convoluted. Thoughts of escape seemed like thoughts of losing everything. Fear of surrender was becoming anxiety over being able to perform her tawdry tasks to Phoebe’s liking. Independence was beginning to feel like betrayal, of her mistress, and of her own body. ...
(story continues from Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 1: Dawning) The Departure Part 2 The Horn The Departure Part 2 The Horn The Horn Inn did indeed look like a castle from some old fairy tale. It sat hunched in the center of a rolling meadow and was adorned with turrets and gables and sway-backed peaked roofs. The dozens of lit mullioned windows reflected off the wide moat that surrounded The Horn. The drawbridge to the inn was lowered and beyond the portal, one could see the stables and the stairs leading up to the main level. A pair of giant antlers hung over the gate leading in. ...
(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part One Part 2: Aftermath A week had passed since I’d trapped myself in a dumpster. So many things had happened that day, so I needed some time to get my mind in order. I also needed some time to recover from the shock of being trapped in that dumpster. Thinking about that frightened me. If things went very bad, I couldn’t have gotten out of there, a truck could have picked up that dumpster and disposed of me into it’s belly, with all the other trash. It could have transported me to a landfill, depositing me there and I could have been buried under tons of trash. Nobody would know what I had done to myself or where to search for me. ...