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Essence of Man

Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

This story is a follow on from Essence of Woman by Mikel

Chris woke up groggy as always. Man, that was some nightmare. Trapped in boiling water, drowning… He wondered how come it didn’t awaken him. Oh well. He started to stretch. That’s when he discovered he couldn’t move. Something invisible was holding his body rigid, feet pointed, arms pinned to his sides, head held straight. He couldn’t even turn his head enough to see what the matter was. All he could tell was that he wasn’t in his bed at home.

Essence of Woman

Mon, 13 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Waking from disturbing dreams of drowning in a pot full of hot water Jane tries to sit up hitting her head on something right in front of her face. Jane tried to move but her body is pressed into something and keeps her from bending or even flexing her thin toned body, even her hands feel trapped, she inhales as deep as she can feeling her breasts press harder on whatever is holding her down, her feet are aching but all she can tell is that they feel like they are encased in very tight shoes with very tall heels.

That's my Doll

Mon, 11 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Dedicated to my Mistress and hopefully one day Owner - Venomiss I wait patiently at the place my Mistress has told me to, a deserted street on the less attractive side of town. Fully industrial there are no houses in sight, and being a weekend no-one is visible. I feel very alone and scared. The taxi driver that dropped me off took my last amount of cash and departed quickly. I am obeying every rule my Mistress gave me. I have no money, no ID, are wearing only the most basic clothes, a bra, panties, short denim skirt, tee shirt and slip on flat heeled shoes. No purse or handbag was allowed. After what seems like forever a white painted van pulls up and the driver opens the back door and indicates to a wooden crate in the back. “Strip and get in” he barks at me. Feeling very venerable I take off my clothes and drop them on the ground, as he indicates I should. I then climb into the back of the van and then into the heavy wooden crate inside, trying to keep some aspects of my femininity hidden, as best I could. I don’t like the way he stares at me as if I was a tray of meat on offer. I may be a sub, but I am a woman and entitled to some respect…. A deluge of polyester foam padding, used in pillows etc descends on my head. I struggle to pack the layers around me, which continue to rain down on me as fast as I can pack. Soon my arms are buried and the man’s strong arms continue to ram in more and more padding. BANG BANG BANG The loud hammering of nails being driven into the lid of the crate remind me I am a woman, naked, packed tight in polyester foam and now nailed up inside a crate, inside a ordinary day to day white van. Who am I kidding? I am whatever my Mistress wants me to be! The van finally set off with me being bounced around in my crate. It was now I realised how well my Mistress had looked after her doll. Without the packing I would be covered in bruises. Instead I am packed tight inside a protective shell of polyester! Hours seem to pass and then I heard the van backing up. “Right, parcel for Mistress V” I heard the driver say. “Oh yes” a strange male voice replied, “Took you long enough! Mistress V has been waiting for this all morning. She is always impatient when a new mould is coming.” “Come on and help me get it on the forklift.” I felt myself being shoved and pulled around and then suddenly lifted into the air. I could hear the noise as the forklift carried me to who knows where. “In here” said the male voice again. After a few minutes I could here the lid of my crate being prised open. After hours in the dark the sudden light blinded me. Long enough that the men opening the crate could grab me, apply a tape blindfold over my eyes, cuff my hands behind my back, my ankles together and lift me out of the crate. It all happened so quick I never saw their faces or any details about where I was. Again I was overwhelmed by my Mistresses total attention to detail. The men quickly guided me to what I could feel was a sack barrow, normally used to move large pieces of furniture etc. Straps around my ankles, legs, waist, and chest secured me in place. The straps were so tight I could not move a muscle. Once again I was helpless. The way my captors moved me from one position of helplessness to the next was totally overwhelming, but also totally marvellous. I was in the hands of experts and the feeling of peace I got from knowing that I was completely in their hands was wonderful. No decisions needed from me, just relax and enjoy the ride :-) I could feel myself being wheeled along and wondered what was in store for me next. “Here” commanded a woman’s voice. “MY MISTRESS” leapt my heart, trying to burst out of my chest! I was unstrapped, lifted into the air and then I found myself lying on a hard bed. I had been with Mistress enough to know it was her operating bed. Tight rubber straps again secured me in seconds. The handcuffs biting into my wrists and ankles reminded me how helpless I was. What was about to happen to me? I wondered. I felt a slight stab around my groin and realised that my mistress had inserted a urinary catheter into me. I knew that had one meaning, whatever bondage she had in plan for me I was not going to be able to toilet for some time. My heart leapt at the prospect! “Right Doll” whispered my Mistress in my ear. I had known her long enough to know when she whispers you are in very big big trouble. She has a very entertaining treat in store for you. “We are going to make you the ultimate doll.” I tried to say something, but the words evaporated in my mouth. All I could do was smile and pray I was up to the expectations my Mistress had of me. Suddenly I felt a funny stabbing feeling in different places around my body. My upper legs, my arms, the back of my neck, my throat. In fact in dozens of places around my body. “OK Doll, no need for the straps or handcuffs now” said my Mistress. I felt her undoing the straps, rolling me over and removing the cuffs, and finally removing my blindfold. Great I thought and started to sit up. It was then I noticed my Mistress had a remote control in her hand. She pushed a button and I felt every muscle in my body go limp. I fell back onto the table with a crash! Every voluntary muscle was paralysed!

The Rubber Milkmaid

Wed, 09 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Rebecca pawed her way through the racks of rubber goods like a kitten in a yarn factory. Today was the grand opening of the new rave and fetishwear store, and she’d been one of the first customers through the door. Now, surrounded by rubber, latex, and vinyl clothing, she found herself practically squealing with delight.

She picked up a hood and held it to her face, breathing in the fresh scent of new rubber. The material was smooth in her hands, a shiny emerald - not her color, but gorgeous nonetheless. Reluctantly, she placed it back on the shelf.

Jessica Darling Chapter 22: Heather Goes Nuts!

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Pudding

Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Kyle had a strange fantasy, he had always wanted to be swallowed alive by a woman. Now he had the means to do it, he just needed to find a woman and get a plan together…

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It happened a week ago, Kyle was at a friend’s house watching TV when his friend’s mom, Mrs. Smith, walked into the room. Kyle’s jaw instantly dropped, his friend’s mom, who he had never seen before, was extremely attractive. He couldn’t remember the rest of what went on that day, Kyle only remembered Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith worked as a nurse at a local hospital and her patients were very lucky. She was tall, had long blonde hair, and nice round breasts, but what attracted Kyle to her was her face and stomach. She had a lovely face, a broad mouth with large lips and white teeth. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, she had a small amount of pudge around her belly that make Kyle want to be inside her even more.

Pudding

Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Kyle had a strange fantasy, he had always wanted to be swallowed alive by a woman. Now he had the means to do it, he just needed to find a woman and get a plan together…

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Jessica Darling 12: She's Got That Glazed Look...

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 12: She’s Got That Glazed Look…

Brulée led Jessica through several hallways in the expansive underground complex, the whole time telling the tale of ‘Crème Brulée’s ascent’ through the art and cooking worlds, of her favorite inspirations, and particularly of Brulée’s favorite subjects. Clearly Brulée was relishing the chance to act as master instructor to Jessica’s seemingly willing curiosity. As they arrived at another set of doors, Brulée reached into the pocket of her apron/lab coat and entered another key sequence into her ever-present phone/remote device. Hitting the ‘send’ button released the locks and the two white doors slid open revealing what Jessica realized was yet another set of workshops. There were alcoves lining one entire wall, six in all Jessica counted, all lined with some type of grayish material. Jessica could see some technicians working by the far alcove.

Jessica Darling 14: I Love Little Marshmallow Chicks

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 14: I Love Little Marshmallow Chicks

Jessica sat on the ‘bed’ in her cell, trying to process everything she had seen during her tour of Brulée’s candyland. And despite Brulée’s obvious penchant for egocentricity and outright sexual perversion, Jessica couldn’t help but be enticed by what she had been exposed to while in the candy queen’s clutches. Brulée’s technologies offered an entire new world to Jessica; one of complete, total, helplessness and domination. If it wasn’t for Brulée’s potential for abject cruelty, Jessica could find herself enraptured by the possibilities of this fetish candyland. But after having to intervene in Cardinalli’s situation, Jessica had to commit herself to putting an end to it, regardless of how much the images presented to her inflamed her passions and slicked her inner thighs.

Gromet Deals with a Bad Author

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This is what happened after a mischevious author sent her stories to me several times - LOL. Gromet

Gromet rose from behind his aircraft-carrier sized executive desk to greet the woman. “Ms Cynthia,” he said as he bowed over her gloved hand.

“Mr. Gromet,” she responded. She was tall, and good sized—not fat, but well built and shapely. Her blonde hair was elegantly coiffed, her mature years carefully concealed by expert makeup. She wore a suit with a short skirt and high heels, showing off her long legs.