/tags/darlex/Recent content in Darlex on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usSat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/<h4 id="halloween-props">Halloween Props</h4> <p>Phil’s friend Beverly texted him a week or so before Halloween “You’ll never believe it!”</p> <p>“Believe what?” he asked back reasonably.</p> <p>“A friend of a friend has a contract to decorate for a massive Halloween party for a giant tech company! And I am being asked to help make some of the props!” Phil could sense his friend was excited.</p> <p>“Isn’t this a little short notice?” Phil wondered.</p>/stories/2024/08/04/leon-city-stories/Sun, 04 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2024/08/04/leon-city-stories/<h3 id="21-summers-kidnapping-disaster">21: Summer&rsquo;s Kidnapping Disaster</h3> <p>&ldquo;Oooh shit,&rdquo; muttered Summer as she was rudely awakened. After last night, she wanted nothing more than to sleep, but someone seemed to want to throw a spanner in the works of her plan. She turned to her side and fumbled for her cell phone. It rang loudly and sounded like cannon fire in her ears. She had difficulty reading the name of the troublemaker until her head finally clicked on and she saw who was calling.</p>/stories/2024/01/09/shegocat/Tue, 09 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2024/01/09/shegocat/<p>Former supervillain Shego was lying in her bathtub, relaxing in the hot water after another day at work. After leaving the path of evil behind her, she went back to Middleton High School to teach the students there. A job that sometimes pushed Shego to her limits and made her wish she could teach the little shits some manners. Today had been one such day and she&rsquo;d almost pulverized her teacher&rsquo;s desk with her powers, but had managed to hold back at the last moment. Instead, all that had happened was a dent in the wooden desk. Her class had also become very quiet afterwards. Shego let herself sink deeper into the water and tried not to think about school anymore; after all, she finally had a weekend off. At that moment, her cell phone rang and Shego groaned in annoyance. She lifted a slice of cucumber from her right eyelid and squinted at her cell phone to see who was interrupting. It was her favorite redhead.</p>/stories/2023/05/20/leon-city-stories/Sat, 20 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2023/05/20/leon-city-stories/<h3 id="5-kims-prom-dress">5: Kim&rsquo;s Prom Dress</h3> <p>Kim stood in the dark hallway in her parents&rsquo; house.</p> <p>&ldquo;Come on Kimberly, like you practiced!&rdquo; she whispered to herself and reached her hand out for the door handle. Kim&rsquo;s stomach turned when she saw that she was shaking. She drew in a hissing breath and pushed down on the handle. Her mother and stepfather were sitting on the sofa in the living room and when Kim opened the door, she immediately felt their eyes on her.</p>/stories/2016/06/28/long-time-bound-4/Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2016/06/28/long-time-bound-4/<p>story continued from <a href="longtimebound3.html">part three</a></p> <p><strong>Part 4</strong></p> <p>“Here, put these on.”</p> <p>Tracey handed the pair of taupe coloured tights to me.</p> <p>“You want me to wear these&hellip; and nothing else?”</p> <p>Tracey smiled at me.</p> <p>“Of course. Now get undressed and do as you’re told.”</p> <p>I started to take my clothes off and began sheathing my legs in the tights, conscious that Tracey was standing on the other side of the bedroom, watching my every move.</p>/stories/2013/12/21/the-stay/Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2013/12/21/the-stay/<p>Carnaj now has two books out on Amazon, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;field-author=Curtis+Fernlund&amp;search-alias=books&amp;text=Curtis+Fernlund&amp;sort=relevancerank">click here</a> to visit the page where you can view and purchase two books, one containing a short story by him, as well as an actual novella. Both contain bondage. Hopefully you will check them out&hellip;</p> <p>A man submits himself as a Ward of the State for a weekend of Stress Relief at a Mental Institution. Due to a clerical foul up he is scheduled for intensive bondage and restraint, more so than he signed off for&hellip;</p>/stories/2011/12/05/a-surprised-mummy/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/a-surprised-mummy/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>My wife was very understanding when I told her I had not wanted to go out tonight as we had originally planned. I had spent all week in a conference with various worldwide department managers for the company that I am employed by. An important project had gone bad, and we were tasked with finding ways of ensuring we do not repeat the same mistakes next time. However several factions were pointing fingers at one another, causing tempers to flair. Two of the foreign members of the group allowed their ethnic enmity get the better of them and it turned into name calling, which quickly devolved into a fist fight.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/a-surprised-mummy/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/a-surprised-mummy/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>My wife was very understanding when I told her I had not wanted to go out tonight as we had originally planned. I had spent all week in a conference with various worldwide department managers for the company that I am employed by. An important project had gone bad, and we were tasked with finding ways of ensuring we do not repeat the same mistakes next time. However several factions were pointing fingers at one another, causing tempers to flair. Two of the foreign members of the group allowed their ethnic enmity get the better of them and it turned into name calling, which quickly devolved into a fist fight.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/final-mistake-ii/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/final-mistake-ii/<p>continued from final mistake <a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/final_mistake.html">part one</a></p> <p>So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last.  I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far.  I’ll explain what happened.</p> <p>The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me.  One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad.  Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out.  That’s when I made a break for it.  I ran for the door before she had time to react.  I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell.  I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast.  I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/final-mistake-ii/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/final-mistake-ii/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest - continued from final mistake <a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/final_mistake.html">part one</a></p> <p>So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last.  I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far.  I’ll explain what happened.</p> <p>The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me.  One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad.  Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out.  That’s when I made a break for it.  I ran for the door before she had time to react.  I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell.  I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast.  I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/happy-camper/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/happy-camper/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Carly checked her watch, tossed back the last of her wine, stood, brushed the sand from her ass, and headed into the trees to pee. Cary followed her. Even out here the ten o&rsquo;clock rule applied.</p> <p>Back home she would have prepared for bed, stripped and presented herself naked, bearing her wrist and ankle cuffs. Paul would lock them on her, then lead her into the bedroom where he would lock her collar to the bed chain.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/happy-camper/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/happy-camper/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>Carly checked her watch, tossed back the last of her wine, stood, brushed the sand from her ass, and headed into the trees to pee. Cary followed her. Even out here the ten o&rsquo;clock rule applied.</p> <p>Back home she would have prepared for bed, stripped and presented herself naked, bearing her wrist and ankle cuffs. Paul would lock them on her, then lead her into the bedroom where he would lock her collar to the bed chain.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/invaded-in-darlex/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/invaded-in-darlex/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>It´s a rather stressfull day at work, but nevertheless it´s Friday and stress at work does not bother me at all. My engineering team flies around me like bees which have there individual plan to fullfill their duties. Just my thoughts are already gone home, have already started the weekend.</p> <p>My beloved Mistress Aluka informed me yesterday that my home duties will be controlled by her this weekend. Her best friend is invited to our home for a long weekends stay and she will make sure that I won´t be able to interfere with her caring about her friend. Whatever this means…….she did not inform me any further, she just made sure that I will be extremely punctually when time comes that business stops operating for the day.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/invaded-in-darlex/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/invaded-in-darlex/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>It´s a rather stressfull day at work, but nevertheless it´s Friday and stress at work does not bother me at all. My engineering team flies around me like bees which have there individual plan to fullfill their duties. Just my thoughts are already gone home, have already started the weekend.</p> <p>My beloved Mistress Aluka informed me yesterday that my home duties will be controlled by her this weekend. Her best friend is invited to our home for a long weekends stay and she will make sure that I won´t be able to interfere with her caring about her friend. Whatever this means…….she did not inform me any further, she just made sure that I will be extremely punctually when time comes that business stops operating for the day.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/my-college-enslavement/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/my-college-enslavement/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>I had always had odd interests growing up, but it wasn’t until I got to college that I had any hope of acting on them. I had always been attracted to shiny clothing. I didn’t know at the time that it was fairly common and I assumed it was something odd with me. I hadn’t gone out much in high school, so I had most of my money from working at my part time job during school. Paying for college wasn’t much of an issue either due to a scholarship, so I was more or less free to do as I pleased with my money.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/my-college-enslavement/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/my-college-enslavement/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>I had always had odd interests growing up, but it wasn’t until I got to college that I had any hope of acting on them. I had always been attracted to shiny clothing. I didn’t know at the time that it was fairly common and I assumed it was something odd with me. I hadn’t gone out much in high school, so I had most of my money from working at my part time job during school. Paying for college wasn’t much of an issue either due to a scholarship, so I was more or less free to do as I pleased with my money.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/my-new-girlfriend-friday/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/my-new-girlfriend-friday/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>My New Girlfriend, Friday</p> <p>“I never want to hear from you again!” Said Miranda. “You are a complete perv, you sicko! Leave me alone!” As I hung up the phone I felt hollow inside. Every time I started dating it always ended the same way. Things would go great until I told her that I wanted to tie her up for sex (or be tied up for sex, I go both ways). ‘Why can’t I let just let this whole bondage thing go?’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m good looking, I have a solid job, I have no problem getting dates. Why am I hung up on using ropes during sex? Now I have another Firday night alone.’ Just then the phone rang. I was in no mood to answer it, but it was little Nicole. Ten years ago I dated her older sister for a couple years back when I was in High School. Being raised by a single mom in a house full of women she really needed a good male infuence in her life. So, I had unofficially become her older brother back when she was starting middle school. “Hi Nicole, how’s everything going at college?” “Hey Grump. Not well, that’s why I’m calling. I really need some advice.” “You know I’m always here for you. What can I do you for?” “I’d rather not talk on the phone, can you pop over?” “Sure&hellip; not like I have any plans. Did you eat yet? If not let&rsquo;s grab a movie and hang out tonight.” “Sounds great! I was just ordering some Chinese.” “Get enough for two and I’ll be there in forty minutes.&quot; I had been there for Nicole for a long time, and she had returned the favor more than once. We talked about everything, and over the years she had become my best friend. She had grown into quite a girl too. She was 5’6” tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She wasn’t supermodel thin, but she was all woman with curves in all the right places and just enough padding to fill out a tight pair jeans. Nicole had a wickedly twisted sense of humor too, but that was probably my influence as much as anything else. A quick shower and I was out the door. While I was driving I started reminiscing about Ashley’s death last year. It had shocked everyone when Nicole’s older sister was killed by a drunk driver. We had been hanging out watching a movie on TV when we heard about it. We sat there on the couch holding each other tight while we both cried for hours. Eventually Nicole had fallen asleep in my arms. When I carried her into the bedroom and tucked her in I suddenly realized I wanted to climb into bed with her. Instead I grabbed a blanket and pillow to go crash on the couch. I was too tired drive home and I knew she wouldn’t mind. I always wondered what might have happened, and I had a secret crush for her ever since.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/my-new-girlfriend-friday/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/my-new-girlfriend-friday/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>My New Girlfriend, Friday</p> <p>“I never want to hear from you again!” Said Miranda. “You are a complete perv, you sicko! Leave me alone!” As I hung up the phone I felt hollow inside. Every time I started dating it always ended the same way. Things would go great until I told her that I wanted to tie her up for sex (or be tied up for sex, I go both ways). ‘Why can’t I let just let this whole bondage thing go?’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m good looking, I have a solid job, I have no problem getting dates. Why am I hung up on using ropes during sex? Now I have another Firday night alone.’ Just then the phone rang. I was in no mood to answer it, but it was little Nicole. Ten years ago I dated her older sister for a couple years back when I was in High School. Being raised by a single mom in a house full of women she really needed a good male infuence in her life. So, I had unofficially become her older brother back when she was starting middle school. “Hi Nicole, how’s everything going at college?” “Hey Grump. Not well, that’s why I’m calling. I really need some advice.” “You know I’m always here for you. What can I do you for?” “I’d rather not talk on the phone, can you pop over?” “Sure&hellip; not like I have any plans. Did you eat yet? If not let&rsquo;s grab a movie and hang out tonight.” “Sounds great! I was just ordering some Chinese.” “Get enough for two and I’ll be there in forty minutes.&quot; I had been there for Nicole for a long time, and she had returned the favor more than once. We talked about everything, and over the years she had become my best friend. She had grown into quite a girl too. She was 5’6” tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She wasn’t supermodel thin, but she was all woman with curves in all the right places and just enough padding to fill out a tight pair jeans. Nicole had a wickedly twisted sense of humor too, but that was probably my influence as much as anything else. A quick shower and I was out the door. While I was driving I started reminiscing about Ashley’s death last year. It had shocked everyone when Nicole’s older sister was killed by a drunk driver. We had been hanging out watching a movie on TV when we heard about it. We sat there on the couch holding each other tight while we both cried for hours. Eventually Nicole had fallen asleep in my arms. When I carried her into the bedroom and tucked her in I suddenly realized I wanted to climb into bed with her. Instead I grabbed a blanket and pillow to go crash on the couch. I was too tired drive home and I knew she wouldn’t mind. I always wondered what might have happened, and I had a secret crush for her ever since.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/quality-control/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/quality-control/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>When Miss Stone moved in next door I had no idea my life was about to change.</p> <p>It was my senior year of High School and I had no intentions of going college.  I had little motivation and little direction.  I lived with my dad who traveled a lot so I pretty much got to do what I wanted as long as I kept up with the basic chores he asked me to do.  It was summer, I was wayward, and I liked it.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/quality-control/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/quality-control/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>When Miss Stone moved in next door I had no idea my life was about to change.</p> <p>It was my senior year of High School and I had no intentions of going college.  I had little motivation and little direction.  I lived with my dad who traveled a lot so I pretty much got to do what I wanted as long as I kept up with the basic chores he asked me to do.  It was summer, I was wayward, and I liked it.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/serving-her-country/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/serving-her-country/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Kelly stood before the judge, nervous as hell. This had been her third bust for soliciting. She was looking at jail time. It would be worse for Cheryl because of the dope. Cheryl always had dope. They had shared a joint earlier, something to pass the time. The cops hadn&rsquo;t made her pee in a cup &hellip; yet.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/serving-her-country/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/serving-her-country/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>Kelly stood before the judge, nervous as hell. This had been her third bust for soliciting. She was looking at jail time. It would be worse for Cheryl because of the dope. Cheryl always had dope. They had shared a joint earlier, something to pass the time. The cops hadn&rsquo;t made her pee in a cup &hellip; yet.</p> <p>&ldquo;Miss Daniels, you have been charged with soliciting. How do you plead?&rdquo;</p>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Jake woke from a rather strange dream to find himself in an even stranger reality. He lay face down on a soft surface that he assumed was his bed. Assumed because he couldn’t see to be sure. Something covered his head, making vision impossible. Nor could he ask. Something that felt suspiciously like tape sealed his lips closed, allowing only humming noises to emerge.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>Jake woke from a rather strange dream to find himself in an even stranger reality. He lay face down on a soft surface that he assumed was his bed. Assumed because he couldn’t see to be sure. Something covered his head, making vision impossible. Nor could he ask. Something that felt suspiciously like tape sealed his lips closed, allowing only humming noises to emerge.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/spandex-maids-birthday-surprise/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/spandex-maids-birthday-surprise/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>The room is dark. Here I am trapped in a black Darlex sleepsack unable to move. A metal chastity cage restricts my penis as a vibrating butt plug pulsates away in my ass. My moans are muffled by the ball gag strapped in my mouth. The only sounds are the timer ticking away and giggling from my wife and her girlfriend in the other room. What a way to spend a birthday!</p>/stories/2011/12/05/spandex-maids-birthday-surprise/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/spandex-maids-birthday-surprise/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>The room is dark. Here I am trapped in a black Darlex sleepsack unable to move. A metal chastity cage restricts my penis as a vibrating butt plug pulsates away in my ass. My moans are muffled by the ball gag strapped in my mouth. The only sounds are the timer ticking away and giggling from my wife and her girlfriend in the other room. What a way to spend a birthday!</p>/stories/2011/12/05/supporting-her/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/supporting-her/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>My back hurt, my knees hurt, and I couldn&rsquo;t see, but it was punishment; it wasn&rsquo;t supposed to be fun. I&rsquo;d been kneeling here in the closet for an hour, maybe. I lose track of time when I&rsquo;m like this. I was just wondering when she might come back when I heard the door open and saw the light from the bedroom illuminate the corner I was facing. &ldquo;Have you learned your lesson?&rdquo; she asked, unseen. I nodded, flexing my arms against the cuffs linking my wrists and working my jaw around the ballgag buckled in my mouth. I was aching plenty; I wouldn&rsquo;t be doing that again anytime soon. Mission accomplished, there. &ldquo;Good boy,&rdquo; she purred, stepping into the narrow closet and kneeling behind me. I felt the softness of her palm slide down my back, then the gentle tugging at my head as she unbuckled the gag&rsquo;s strap. The ballgag fell away and I sighed, opening and closing my mouth several times to wake the creaky, stiff tendons. Then I felt something else slide down my back, something cool and smooth. Spandex? No, it wasn&rsquo;t quite that soft. Darlex. A while back she&rsquo;d found a website, Winter Fetish, that specialized in the stuff. It was stretchy like spandex but much stronger. It didn&rsquo;t give quite as much as spandex did, but it still had that smooth feel and transmitted sensation through the fabric just as well. It made for tight, inescapable bondage, and we both loved it for that. She’d bought me a darlex straitjacket that was nigh inescapable, but what I felt was too small to be that. Her hands smoothed my hair back as she murmured, &ldquo;Head up.&rdquo; I tilted my head back, closing my eyes as something settled over my face. The darlex hood slid down over my head, almost popping into place once it was past my chin. She ran her hands over my anonymized face, adjusting it slightly and sending a little thrill up my spine before pulling the zipper down. The fabric flattened against my head as she closed the zipper, pulling the hood tight against my face. No mouth hole, no eye holes, just a pair of grommets for breathing. I&rsquo;d be hard pressed to even open my mouth against the pull of the darlex. She could have left the ballgag in and made the hood that much tighter, but I wasn&rsquo;t going to complain. My jaw needed the break and I wasn&rsquo;t going to be able to do much more than moan and grunt anyway. She ran her hands over my hooded head, then removed my cuffs. I let my arms drop to my sides and rolled my shoulders again, wincing a little as deadened nerves and sore muscles woke up and started complaining about their abuse. Her hand under my arm helped me to my feet and she slowly guided me out of the closet. I tried to picture where we were going. Into the bedroom and towards&hellip; My shuffling ankle bumped the edge of the bed and she stopped me, turned me around, and helped me onto it. My cock started stirring as she maneuvered me into the center of the bed. She was definitely up to something and if it involved me in bed on my back, I was always up for it. She moved down to my feet and brought my ankles together before sliding something over my feet and beginning to work it up my legs. The smooth tightness told me it was more darlex, but what? Some sort of leg binder? She worked the sleeve higher and higher until it was up to my crotch and erect cock, welding my legs into a single column. She gave my flank a playful swat. &ldquo;Raise your butt,&rdquo; she said. I arched my back and she worked the cool fabric over my hips. I could tell there was more to it, though. &ldquo;Arms,&rdquo; she said, and that&rsquo;s when I figured it out. It was a sleepsack, a darlex sleepsack. Oh yes, I was definitely up for this now. With her help I slipped my hands into the built-in sleeves. She tugged the upper part of the sack up over my shoulders, making sure my arms were trapped inside the sleeves. She pushed me back onto the bed and rolled me over, straddling my hips. Bit by bit she pulled up the heavy-duty zipper and the sleepsack tightened around me, pulling my arms against my sides and taking out every bit of slack in the fabric. Finally the zipper passed my shoulders and with one quick final pull it closed around my neck. I turned my head slightly and felt the hood pull; she&rsquo;d even tucked the bottom of the hood into the sleepsack&rsquo;s neck, sealing my inside both. My pulse quickened and my breath huffed through the hood&rsquo;s nose holes. The suspense of what might come next was killing me. Sex was out of the question, at least traditional sex. I didn&rsquo;t feel a zipper or opening against my cock. Suddenly the sleepsack&rsquo;s tightness around my hips eased up a little and I felt a breeze against my ass. A rear zipper! That was sneaky. In my focus on what she was doing, I hadn&rsquo;t even considered such a thing. I didn&rsquo;t have time to wonder what she might be up to; I felt one hand spread my cheeks and a slippery finger slide past them, slowly penetrating me and working lube into me. After a few moments it withdrew and a plug slid into its place, slowly spreading me around its bulb until it was in far enough for my ass to pull it in the rest of the way. It seemed long but not very big, small enough to be comfortable but big enough to remind me of its presence. Then she closed the rear zipper and rolled me onto my back again. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think you&rsquo;ve earned back the right to fuck me yet,&rdquo; she said, her voice clear in the quiet bedroom, even through the thick darlex of the hood. &ldquo;But that doesn&rsquo;t mean I have to go without.&rdquo; I huffed through the hood, suddenly wondering again what I was in for. I felt an odd tugging at my hips and something jingling, then some sort of strap being tightened down around me like a belt, right over the base of my stiff cock and pressing it against my belly. The bed rocked slightly as she straddled me and moved up to my hips. Now I knew where this was going. She exhaled slowly as she lowered herself onto her favorite dildo, a dildo that she&rsquo;d just strapped onto me. I was being used as base for her to fuck herself against, my cock so close and yet so far from standing in the dildo&rsquo;s place. She let out a cute little gasp as she sat back against my legs, the dildo bedded firmly in what I knew was her hot, slippery sex. I swore I could smell her delicious scent. She leaned back and started rocking her hips, fucking herself against me. I whimpered quietly and rocked my hips back, trying to do my part in all of this. She hadn&rsquo;t strapped me down, right? I might be helplessly trapped in this darlex sleepsack, but I wasn&rsquo;t going to just lay here. &ldquo;Oh, you want something too?&rdquo; she asked lightly, taunting me. I felt a curious tingling in my ass and then a stronger one. My ass clenched all by itself, driving the plug in deeper and sending a sparkle of pleasure right up my trapped cock. That plug was an e-stim plug! It triggered again and my ass flexed again, bumping the plug&rsquo;s tip against my prostate once more. Oh, this wasn&rsquo;t fair! I wriggled and gasped, my breath hot against my face. She laughed, and after a moment I realized she&rsquo;d adjusted the e-stim box to trigger each time she thrust against the dildo, fucking herself in time with me as I involuntarily fucked myself.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/supporting-her/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/supporting-her/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>My back hurt, my knees hurt, and I couldn&rsquo;t see, but it was punishment; it wasn&rsquo;t supposed to be fun. I&rsquo;d been kneeling here in the closet for an hour, maybe. I lose track of time when I&rsquo;m like this. I was just wondering when she might come back when I heard the door open and saw the light from the bedroom illuminate the corner I was facing. &ldquo;Have you learned your lesson?&rdquo; she asked, unseen. I nodded, flexing my arms against the cuffs linking my wrists and working my jaw around the ballgag buckled in my mouth. I was aching plenty; I wouldn&rsquo;t be doing that again anytime soon. Mission accomplished, there. &ldquo;Good boy,&rdquo; she purred, stepping into the narrow closet and kneeling behind me. I felt the softness of her palm slide down my back, then the gentle tugging at my head as she unbuckled the gag&rsquo;s strap. The ballgag fell away and I sighed, opening and closing my mouth several times to wake the creaky, stiff tendons. Then I felt something else slide down my back, something cool and smooth. Spandex? No, it wasn&rsquo;t quite that soft. Darlex. A while back she&rsquo;d found a website, Winter Fetish, that specialized in the stuff. It was stretchy like spandex but much stronger. It didn&rsquo;t give quite as much as spandex did, but it still had that smooth feel and transmitted sensation through the fabric just as well. It made for tight, inescapable bondage, and we both loved it for that. She’d bought me a darlex straitjacket that was nigh inescapable, but what I felt was too small to be that. Her hands smoothed my hair back as she murmured, &ldquo;Head up.&rdquo; I tilted my head back, closing my eyes as something settled over my face. The darlex hood slid down over my head, almost popping into place once it was past my chin. She ran her hands over my anonymized face, adjusting it slightly and sending a little thrill up my spine before pulling the zipper down. The fabric flattened against my head as she closed the zipper, pulling the hood tight against my face. No mouth hole, no eye holes, just a pair of grommets for breathing. I&rsquo;d be hard pressed to even open my mouth against the pull of the darlex. She could have left the ballgag in and made the hood that much tighter, but I wasn&rsquo;t going to complain. My jaw needed the break and I wasn&rsquo;t going to be able to do much more than moan and grunt anyway. She ran her hands over my hooded head, then removed my cuffs. I let my arms drop to my sides and rolled my shoulders again, wincing a little as deadened nerves and sore muscles woke up and started complaining about their abuse. Her hand under my arm helped me to my feet and she slowly guided me out of the closet. I tried to picture where we were going. Into the bedroom and towards&hellip; My shuffling ankle bumped the edge of the bed and she stopped me, turned me around, and helped me onto it. My cock started stirring as she maneuvered me into the center of the bed. She was definitely up to something and if it involved me in bed on my back, I was always up for it. She moved down to my feet and brought my ankles together before sliding something over my feet and beginning to work it up my legs. The smooth tightness told me it was more darlex, but what? Some sort of leg binder? She worked the sleeve higher and higher until it was up to my crotch and erect cock, welding my legs into a single column. She gave my flank a playful swat. &ldquo;Raise your butt,&rdquo; she said. I arched my back and she worked the cool fabric over my hips. I could tell there was more to it, though. &ldquo;Arms,&rdquo; she said, and that&rsquo;s when I figured it out. It was a sleepsack, a darlex sleepsack. Oh yes, I was definitely up for this now. With her help I slipped my hands into the built-in sleeves. She tugged the upper part of the sack up over my shoulders, making sure my arms were trapped inside the sleeves. She pushed me back onto the bed and rolled me over, straddling my hips. Bit by bit she pulled up the heavy-duty zipper and the sleepsack tightened around me, pulling my arms against my sides and taking out every bit of slack in the fabric. Finally the zipper passed my shoulders and with one quick final pull it closed around my neck. I turned my head slightly and felt the hood pull; she&rsquo;d even tucked the bottom of the hood into the sleepsack&rsquo;s neck, sealing my inside both. My pulse quickened and my breath huffed through the hood&rsquo;s nose holes. The suspense of what might come next was killing me. Sex was out of the question, at least traditional sex. I didn&rsquo;t feel a zipper or opening against my cock. Suddenly the sleepsack&rsquo;s tightness around my hips eased up a little and I felt a breeze against my ass. A rear zipper! That was sneaky. In my focus on what she was doing, I hadn&rsquo;t even considered such a thing. I didn&rsquo;t have time to wonder what she might be up to; I felt one hand spread my cheeks and a slippery finger slide past them, slowly penetrating me and working lube into me. After a few moments it withdrew and a plug slid into its place, slowly spreading me around its bulb until it was in far enough for my ass to pull it in the rest of the way. It seemed long but not very big, small enough to be comfortable but big enough to remind me of its presence. Then she closed the rear zipper and rolled me onto my back again. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think you&rsquo;ve earned back the right to fuck me yet,&rdquo; she said, her voice clear in the quiet bedroom, even through the thick darlex of the hood. &ldquo;But that doesn&rsquo;t mean I have to go without.&rdquo; I huffed through the hood, suddenly wondering again what I was in for. I felt an odd tugging at my hips and something jingling, then some sort of strap being tightened down around me like a belt, right over the base of my stiff cock and pressing it against my belly. The bed rocked slightly as she straddled me and moved up to my hips. Now I knew where this was going. She exhaled slowly as she lowered herself onto her favorite dildo, a dildo that she&rsquo;d just strapped onto me. I was being used as base for her to fuck herself against, my cock so close and yet so far from standing in the dildo&rsquo;s place. She let out a cute little gasp as she sat back against my legs, the dildo bedded firmly in what I knew was her hot, slippery sex. I swore I could smell her delicious scent. She leaned back and started rocking her hips, fucking herself against me. I whimpered quietly and rocked my hips back, trying to do my part in all of this. She hadn&rsquo;t strapped me down, right? I might be helplessly trapped in this darlex sleepsack, but I wasn&rsquo;t going to just lay here. &ldquo;Oh, you want something too?&rdquo; she asked lightly, taunting me. I felt a curious tingling in my ass and then a stronger one. My ass clenched all by itself, driving the plug in deeper and sending a sparkle of pleasure right up my trapped cock. That plug was an e-stim plug! It triggered again and my ass flexed again, bumping the plug&rsquo;s tip against my prostate once more. Oh, this wasn&rsquo;t fair! I wriggled and gasped, my breath hot against my face. She laughed, and after a moment I realized she&rsquo;d adjusted the e-stim box to trigger each time she thrust against the dildo, fucking herself in time with me as I involuntarily fucked myself.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/the-extensive-mermaid-bondage/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/the-extensive-mermaid-bondage/<p>This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Will wants to be in layers of spandex and to become a mermaid bondage doll. His girlfriend Vanessa has set an appointment with her girlfriend Buffy. Her occupation is a dominatrix in extreme bondage. She tells her friend about her boyfriend fetishes. They agreed to arrange a session this weekend. Vanessa says: &ldquo;This weekend you will become a multilayer spandex mermaid.&rdquo;.</p>/stories/2011/12/05/the-extensive-mermaid-bondage/Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2011/12/05/the-extensive-mermaid-bondage/<p>Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest</p> <p>Will wants to be in layers of spandex and to become a mermaid bondage doll. His girlfriend Vanessa has set an appointment with her girlfriend Buffy. Her occupation is a dominatrix in extreme bondage. She tells her friend about her boyfriend fetishes. They agreed to arrange a session this weekend. Vanessa says: &ldquo;This weekend you will become a multilayer spandex mermaid.&rdquo;.</p>/stories/2010/04/06/a-quiet-night-in/Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2010/04/06/a-quiet-night-in/<p>This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Sophie breathed a sigh of relief when the front door closed behind her. Everything she was wearing was soaking wet from the cold London rain, but she could smell the chicken Rogan cooking in the kitchen. The smell alone made her feel warmer.</p> <p>Her fiancé Mike had texted her before she had left work. The lucky boy had managed to get away from work at half twelve and let her know that he was making curry tonight. It had all that she had been able to think about ever since.</p>/stories/2010/04/06/natashas-tutor/Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2010/04/06/natashas-tutor/<p>This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>Natasha made quick work of the walk from the bus stop to home. She would have run if she could but the mid thigh pleated plaid skirt and the high heeled knee high boots kept her strides in check and that was the way he liked it. He also liked her hair wavy, long and black. The wind gusted around her and she tugged her white leather jacket tighter and flipped a stray lock of hair out of her face. She smiled at the sound of her heels on her concrete walkway and up her steps. She tapped out her access code on the lock&rsquo;s keypad and opened the door to her foyer. There was an extra click as she shut the door behind her and she deposited the backpack holding her homework and textbooks into it&rsquo;s bin. It was Thursday and Professor McAllan had canceled the only class she had on Friday making this a 3 day weekend. She slid the bin closed and grabbed a hanger from the open closet above it. The jacket went on the hanger and the hanger back into the closet. The door shut by itself and she looked about the room for her next task. Nothing was open yet so she checked the door outside but the handle didn&rsquo;t budge. Locked as expected.</p>/stories/2010/04/06/never-look-back/Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2010/04/06/never-look-back/<p>This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>This may explain why our life has changed. Changed for the better I must say, but changed nonetheless.</p> <p>My wife and I have been together for over 20 years, and we are the adventurous type and like to try lots of new things. One of the things that we found we both really enjoy is dressing in lycra or spandex, and preferably shiny spandex. We also like a little light bondage thrown in the mix. We both have cat suits and zentai suits as well as leggings and leotards. Some times we dress up, put some normal clothes over top, then go out somewhere for dinner, then go somewhere fairly secluded and take our outer layers off and get brave and go for a walk or something, hoping not to get caught or see somebody. It always gives us a thrill and no one is harmed. Then we go home and feel each other up until we can’t handle it anymore, undo the crotch zippers and make mad passionate love. Maybe one of us will be tied up, or one tied up and the top with a spandex hood too, just to add a little excitement. We never really went far enough with each other that we couldn’t get out of a situation or scenario. If we played like that, there was always a way out right away.</p>/stories/2010/04/06/what-she-asked-for/Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2010/04/06/what-she-asked-for/<p>This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest</p> <p>The new gear arrived from across the country on Thursday, sooner than expected. She had told him that if the order from Winter Fetish arrived by the weekend, she wanted a real bondage weekend of relentless, strict, total sensory deprivation bondage from him. He would be very obliging.</p> <p>“I want to be in constant, really strict bondage the entire weekend, from Friday night through Sunday night!” she told him. “I want you to be real tough and creative! This must be the ultimate bondage weekend for me! No rules, but you must keep me bound and gagged throughout! Keep me blinded, as much as possible! Only give me liquids, through the appropriate gag. Do with me sexually as you wish! Put my chastity belt on with vibrators, screw me, torment me, whatever! Carte blanche, Marky! You know I like things real tight and strict! Don’t hold back!”</p>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/<p>story continues from <a href="continuallyincreasingbondage4.html">part four</a></p> <p><strong>Chapter 5</strong></p> <p>Amber gazed from the dark interior of the car out into the blackness beyond. Two down, two to go, she thought to herself. She briefly caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the glass and noticed that she was smiling slightly at the notion that the job was half complete, and that, so far, it had all gone according to plan. One of the ‘downed’ duo currently languished only a few feet away in the boot of the car in which they were travelling, whilst alongside her in the driver’s seat, one half of the pair that made up the ‘to go’ category sat, still oblivious to the fact that she would soon become just as much a victim of this whole deception as both her sister and her friend.</p>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/<p>(A sequel to <a href="../storiesek/everincreasingbondage.html">Ever Increasing Bondage</a>)</p> <p><strong>Chapter 1</strong></p> <p>Lauren shifted her arms from side to side, in an effort to see how much movement she was capable of. Not very much was the quickly discovered answer. The leather straitjacket creaked softly as she tested its restraining qualities; attributes which she knew, from many hours of experience, to be of a very high standard indeed.  Even so, testing the efficacy of the tightly strapped garment was always an attractive way of passing the time; although, in truth, her other options in this regard were somewhat limited just at the moment.</p>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage/<p>The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her &amp; she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.</p> <p>The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade &amp; Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, &amp; more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds &amp; boasted an orchard &amp; a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated &amp; secluded.</p>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-2/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-2/<p>(story continues from <a href="everincreasingbondage.html"><strong>Ever Increasing Bondage</strong></a>)</p> <p><strong>Part 2</strong></p> <p>Lauren stopped and looked up at the old house with some trepidation. It was more than six months since she’d last been here, but the memories of what had occurred over those two days were etched indelibly into her mind, and would forever remain so. The house and surrounding grounds were almost exactly as Lauren remembered them, except that now the first green buds and shoots of spring had been replaced with the russet brown, red and yellow hues of autumn. The setting was peaceful and remote; idyllic in fact. But for the twenty year old female making her way up the long driveway, the sight of this rambling building, with its uneven tiles, crooked chimneys and ivy-clad brickwork, held mixed emotions. For it was here that her friends – the twins Jasmine and Jade – had subjected her to an ordeal that, she had assumed at the time, was to read as the final chapter to her short life on earth.</p>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-6/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-6/<p>(story continues from <a href="everincreasingbondage5.html"><strong>Ever Increasing Bondage 5</strong></a>)</p> <p><strong>Part 6</strong></p> <p>Lauren sighed contentedly and curled up under the duvet. The warm bedding she’d been snuggled up in for the past few hours was in stark contrast to her experience of the night before, and she was grateful for the sense of security and wellbeing that she could now savour.  It was still dark outside, although the first signs that daybreak was imminent could be seen peeping through the gaps between the curtains. Her vision, however, as she gazed out into the twilight of the bedroom, was not as sharp as it would have been under normal circumstances.</p>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-8/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-8/<p>(story continues from <a href="everincreasingbondage7.html"><strong>Ever Increasing Bondage 7</strong></a>)</p> <p><strong>Part 8</strong></p> <p>Cautiously, the figure resumed his journey into the depths of the cellar. It was obvious to Lauren, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, that he hadn’t yet seen her but had been made aware of someone’s presence by her unintentional yet stifled cry. She realised now that this part of the room where she lay, not far from the corner where Amber had been tethered, was in shadow, and that her view into the light was much clearer than his must have been peering into the darkness.  He took a few steps further until he was standing in the middle of the room, directly beneath the only source of light, and to Lauren’s surprise she noted that he was dressed from the neck downwards in tight black spandex that shimmered slightly as he moved. It was, she knew immediately, a cat-suit almost identical to her own. She gasped again and without thinking shifted her position on the floor, and these two actions combined seemed to alert the unexpected visitor to her whereabouts. Cautiously, he took a couple of steps in the direction of what must have seemed like a wriggling, murmuring bundle in the shadows.</p>/stories/1/01/01/long-time-bound-4/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/long-time-bound-4/<p>(story continues from <a href="longtimebound3.html"><strong>Long Time Bound 3</strong></a>)</p> <p><strong>Part 4</strong></p> <p>“Here, put these on.”</p> <p>Tracey handed the pair of taupe coloured tights to me.</p> <p>“You want me to wear these&hellip; and nothing else?”</p> <p>Tracey smiled at me.</p> <p>“Of course. Now get undressed and do as you’re told.”</p> <p>I started to take my clothes off and began sheathing my legs in the tights, conscious that Tracey was standing on the other side of the bedroom, watching my every move.</p>